Real

girl this doctor is canonicly a boy kisser we need the master now

*the doctor telling belinda’s he’s the last of the timelords*

me, immediately taking it as a sign that we’re getting a master return

honestly me too

"the doctor was completely colourblind for his first two incarnations" is hilarious for many reasons but at least partly because it implies the third doctor just woke up one day suddenly able to see in colour and immediately decided to start dressing like a gay parrot

It’s solar and wind and tidal and geothermal and hydropower.

It’s plant-based diets and regenerative livestock farming and insect protein and lab-grown meat.

It’s electric cars and reliable public transit and decreasing how far and how often we travel.

It’s growing your own vegetables and community gardens and vertical farms and supporting local producers.

It’s rewilding the countryside and greening cities.

It’s getting people active and improving disabled access.

It’s making your own clothes and buying or swapping sustainable stuff with your neighbours.

It’s the right to repair and reducing consumption in the first place.

It’s greater land rights for the commons and indigenous peoples and creating protected areas.

It’s radical, drastic change and community consensus.

It’s labour rights and less work.

It’s science and arts.

It’s theoretical academic thought and concrete practical action.

It’s signing petitions and campaigning and protesting and civil disobedience.

It’s sailboats and zeppelins.

It’s the speculative and the possible.

It’s raising living standards and curbing consumerism.

It’s global and local.

It’s me and you.

Climate solutions look different for everyone, and we all have something to offer.

It’s too late to save the world

Ash trees sprout in cracks in the asphalt. The gutters collect leaves, which become soil, in which dandelions sprout.

There’s nothing you can do

A man plants an entire forest. A young girl teaches a drone to deliver saplings. The elderly volunteer to clean up radioactive waste.

You might as well give up

Wolves return to ancestral hunting grounds. Bison return to the prairie. Otters return to the kelp beds. Young oaks push roots deep into reclaimed farmland.

Who cares anyway?

Children draw pictures of flowers. Festivals are held for cherry blossoms and pecans and apples. A crowd cheers as the last line is cut away from the ensnared creature.

I have disobeyed worse than you

The world does not die on my watch

I’m done no more I’m done with 9-1-1 cos what the actual fuck was that absolute trash episode im done I’m at my grans and I’m trying to cry silently im done with this show

a day late but happy birthaday

happy birthday to the silliest little guy in all of elizabethan england

I was given an American candies by my scribe what the hell do they put in these things

Now is the time to create.

Musicians, artists, writers, use this anger and injustice to fuel your creations and encourage change.

Songs have been rallying cries, banksy's art is known all over, books and articles have told stories of rebellions

Create

they had one of these in the park me and my dad walked in when I was little they are the best

There not letting me were my hoodie to school anymore and I’m so skaird to go tomorrow coss it makes me feel safe and now I can’t I’m so upset