I May Be Late And The Party May End Up Being Dead, But I Only Read The Book Yesterday.

I love when companions basically get addicted to traveling with the Doctor, but I also love how we finally got to see the flip side of that. Yes Ruby loves the Doctor, and she loved traveling with them, but she also openly admits that she has paranoia now, feels isolated because all of her friends think she’s crazy, and that she’s been having trouble processing what happened to her. We love to see it.

I think I have ice cream truck trauma

or I'm just incredibly tired.

Everytime I have heard bells today my brain decides that it's an ice cream truck.

Somehow the lyrics still mostly make sense song wise

"American Idiot" with every first beat removed

DAY 15

GIVE IT UP FOR DAY 15

Given the moral crisis that 12 was going through immediately after his regeneration, wondering whether or not he was a good man, I find it supremely interesting that the first and one of the only times he gets a flat acknowledgement of that fact is from a Dalek.

And the way it contrasts the scene with 9, another Doctor haunted by his past and the weight of his sins.

He gets told that he would make a good Dalek. He gives in to his hatred and if not for Rose, he would have lost himself in it. If hatred is what makes the Daleks the Daleks , then the companions are what make them the Doctor. That’s the only difference. A good Dalek and a good Dalek.

If I ever create / start a band I do it with the intention of one day being able to just yell something mundane like "grain of sand" in such a compelling way it shatters someone's kneecaps.

The fact that Sally said "you're not broken" to Percy is a line to every nuerodivergent kid.

Because I know that there are so many of us who have thought that we are broken because we see the world differently and the world tells us we are.

And then we have someone like Sally Jackson to tell us all that we're not. That we are not broken, simply in a broken system.

I think this is what I needed to make me get out of bed in the morning!

A friend once told me that when they are struggling with getting laundry done, she pretends it is her sworn duty to smuggle the young prince out of the castle to safety, disguised in a laundry hamper.

Now, when I am struggling with hygiene, I pretend I am part of a village with an annual festival, and I get one day a year to spend luxuriously at a bathhouse in preparation.

What my friend imparted on me was the skill of turning mundane tasks into fantastical adventures to make them more compelling and bearable.

So next time you need to go on a mental health walk, maybe consider doing reconnaissance for a secret underground organisation.

Next time cooking is too much of a chore, consider you ability to turn space station rations into a feast to the delight of your crewmates.