Life happens. Enjoy it



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how a sewing machine works

HOLY SHIIIIIT!
THANK YOU!!
I have been obsessing about this question for years (possibly my whole life?), and now I can just spend years trying to describe it to people.
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Wh-why can’t I stop staring at it… D:

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how a sewing machine works

HOLY SHIIIIIT!

THANK YOU!!

I have been obsessing about this question for years (possibly my whole life?), and now I can just spend years trying to describe it to people.

Reblogging for reference.

Wh-why can’t I stop staring at it… D:

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But I have to write like that. Funny, sad, all at once. That’s how life is. You can have a pratfall at a funeral. You can laugh so much that you choke to death. The Master is dark and genuinely, drum-beatingly insane, and therefore can be funny as hell. Jackie Tyler makes us laugh, but I knew that I’d uncover something sad at the heart of her. Her sadness over her absent daughter is there as early as “Aliens of London,” but you don’t really get to see it properly until “Love & Monsters.” Idiots will say “Ah, that character is developing now” - what, like you were going to play it all in the first 30 seconds?! - but that capacity was always there. It had to be. Even in “Rose,” when Jackie is ostensibly “funny,” telling her daughter to get a job in the butcher’s, Jackie is one of the things that’s holding Rose back - and that’s quite dark, at its heart. “Funny” is hiding a lot of other stuff. Russell T Davies, The Writer’s Tale (via paralleltoparallel)

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kate beaton’s fat pony exists.

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kate beaton’s fat pony exists.

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Can we talk about this photo for a minute? Okay. Look at him. Look at the way he’s looking at her. Minutes ago he was saving her life, telling her to run, to go home, saying, “Forget me, Rose Tyler.” Did she? Well, obviously not. She was persistent. And when their first adventure was over, after he saw that she was curious, after he saw her drive, her perseverance, her fear, her enthusiasm, her empathy, her humanity, he asked her.  ”D’you wanna come with me?”
And the next thing you know, they’ve been whisked away to the end of the world. He’s known her for all of what, a couple hours? And he gives her this look. All she’s doing is talking to her mother and he can’t help this look that comes up on his face. He knows he’s made a good decision, bringing her along. She’s sparked something within him and it’s so different from the things he’s gotten so used to feeling. It’s not sadness, it’s not loneliness, it’s not guilt. Oh, those emotions are still there. He’s fairly certain that they’ll never go away. But there’s something new now. He can’t quite pinpoint what it is yet, but he will soon. 
The word for this new thing he is feeling escapes him. It’s on the tip of his tongue when she gets trapped in that underground tunnel with that Dalek. He’s almost got it, but he’s so worried about her while she’s trapped and so relieved when she’s back by his side that the word flutters away from him completely. Then, they’re trapped with Harriet Jones (M.P. for Flydale North) in 10 Downing Street. He knows the only way out will mean certain death for all of them. But Rose looks at him and says “Do it.” Without thought, without hesitation. Do it. She doesn’t even know what ‘it’ is, but she trusts him completely and this could save the world, so “Do it.” 
Suddenly, it hits him. “What are you waiting for?” she asks impatiently. If they were going to die, she wanted it over quickly. No contemplating. No time to be scared. Carry out the plan, save the world. And he knows, right then and there. The word is lit up with neon, flashing. There are bells, whistles, stars. He knows what’s been happening to him in the short time that they’d been together. He knows right then and there. 
“I could save the world, but lose you.”

gthorndal:

Can we talk about this photo for a minute? Okay. Look at him. Look at the way he’s looking at her. Minutes ago he was saving her life, telling her to run, to go home, saying, “Forget me, Rose Tyler.” Did she? Well, obviously not. She was persistent. And when their first adventure was over, after he saw that she was curious, after he saw her drive, her perseverance, her fear, her enthusiasm, her empathy, her humanity, he asked her.  ”D’you wanna come with me?”

And the next thing you know, they’ve been whisked away to the end of the world. He’s known her for all of what, a couple hours? And he gives her this look. All she’s doing is talking to her mother and he can’t help this look that comes up on his face. He knows he’s made a good decision, bringing her along. She’s sparked something within him and it’s so different from the things he’s gotten so used to feeling. It’s not sadness, it’s not loneliness, it’s not guilt. Oh, those emotions are still there. He’s fairly certain that they’ll never go away. But there’s something new now. He can’t quite pinpoint what it is yet, but he will soon. 

The word for this new thing he is feeling escapes him. It’s on the tip of his tongue when she gets trapped in that underground tunnel with that Dalek. He’s almost got it, but he’s so worried about her while she’s trapped and so relieved when she’s back by his side that the word flutters away from him completely. Then, they’re trapped with Harriet Jones (M.P. for Flydale North) in 10 Downing Street. He knows the only way out will mean certain death for all of them. But Rose looks at him and says “Do it.” Without thought, without hesitation. Do it. She doesn’t even know what ‘it’ is, but she trusts him completely and this could save the world, so “Do it.” 

Suddenly, it hits him. “What are you waiting for?” she asks impatiently. If they were going to die, she wanted it over quickly. No contemplating. No time to be scared. Carry out the plan, save the world. And he knows, right then and there. The word is lit up with neon, flashing. There are bells, whistles, stars. He knows what’s been happening to him in the short time that they’d been together. He knows right then and there. 

“I could save the world, but lose you.”

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