1. princesscochlea said: I still don't know how to do the *assumes grumpy old lady voice* newfangled stylish dash thing. *end grumpy old lady voice* I am hopelessly tumblr-hack illiterate. I don't have savior, blacklist, x-kit, whatever. I NEED HELP I don't know if you can paste images into pm but you could screenshot the fancy dashes and the Kanaya side of me shall pass judgement. :)


    We’ve got default


    Purpley space thing


    WTNV overhaul 1


    WTNV overhaul 2


    DW overhaul


    Black thing


    All-hail-the-mayor-of-can-city overhaul


    Pink because somewhat amusing irony


    And full superwholock overhaul.

    Thanks for offering advice!

    EDIT: Ah, dammit. Meant to answer this privately.

  2. 15:09 22nd Jan 2014

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    Reblogged from newwhoforyoutoo

    Tags: doctor who

    (Source: sleepymarmot)

  3. My Mask Told Me To


    I’ve been so alone. For the longest time I’ve been all alone. Alone in my own head. I can remember how it all happened too. I can’t forget it. It was all because I was different.

    Because of my Mask.

    The day of the ceremony we all presented our masks Those masks are a symbol of who we are. It’s always been that way in out tribe. To show what our mark is. My friends and I worked so hard on our masks for months. The six of us were so proud of what we made. We didn’t show anyone else yet. We wanted to surprise the tribe! We wanted to show the how hard we worked.

    I worked so hard. They all laughed at me.

    I was different.

    Odolwa and Gyorg bullied me. Ghot teased me. The twins wouldn’t leave me alone.  Just because of my Mask. It didn’t mean anything. I thought it did. Warrior, Goat, Fish, Insect, Mountain, Sky, Giant. All those masks mean something. They were praised.

    Creativity is meaningless.

    I made my mask for my friends. A heart for how close we are, the an arm for each of us, and eyes that can see into the soul we all share. I put my soul into it. Yet they all laughed at me. My friends betrayed me because I was different.

    No one to talk to, no one to play with, no one to laugh with.

    I had to do it. The mask told me. My soul told me.

    I had to. do it.

    I took their masks. I took their ideals, their truths. I took who they are.

    I took their lives.

    My soul told me to.

    I found a friend though. The forest imp. This little Skullkid. He’s my friend now. I tell him things. He does them. He listens to me. I give him what he needs. I’ve been alone for so long I learned to do things.

    The moon is pretty tonight. I wish I could see it clearer though.

    If only it were closer… 

  4. 23:33 26th Nov 2013

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    Reblogged from the-gay-is-over9000





    nobody on this site is ever going to agree about whether or not cisphobia, heterophobia, racism against whites, or sexism against men exists until there is some kind of rigid definition in place. Nobody is going to get anywhere when all we’re doing is arguing about definitions.
    For example, or…

    Fuck off. Cishet white men have never been and will never be oppressed for their race, gender, or sexuality.

    You seem to have missed the point of the OP completely.

    It was not stating anything about the existence or lack thereof of any oppression whatsoever. It was rather stating that this entire argument is constituted solely (or, I guess, mostly) of one side claiming that heterophobia doesn’t exist due to the lack of oppression and one side claiming that it does due to, well, (albeit extremely rare) hate of heterosexuals; the only reason this debate exists is because no one can agree on whether oppression is required for heterophobia to exist. Which, in fact, if anything, acknowledges that cishet white men are not being oppressed, as otherwise whether our definition requires oppression doesn’t matter.

    OP is literally whining “but what about teh cishet white men?!?!”

    OP does not make any references to cishet white men. OP only states that people can’t seem to agree about what qualifies as reverse racism, heterophobia, etc.

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  5. Well, exactly. Look at you. Not remotely important. But me? I could do so much more … SO! MUCH! MORE! But this is what I get. My reward. AND IT’S NOT FAIR!

    (Source: Spotify)

  6. My Dear Doctor, The path has never seemed so slow, and yet I fear I am nearing its end. Reason tells me that you and I are unlikely to meet again, but I think I shall not listen to reason. I have seen the world inside your head and know that all things are possible. Hurry though, my love. My days grow shorter now and I am so very weak. Godspeed, my lonely angel.

    (Source: Spotify)

  7. Quite right, too. And I suppose, if this is my last chance to say it … Rose Tyler,

    (Source: Spotify)

  8. On the continent of Wild Endeavor, in the mountains of Solace and Solitude, there stood the Citadel of the Time Lords. The oldest and most mighty race in the universe. Looking down on the galaxies below. Sworn never to interfere, only to watch.

    (Source: Spotify)