Rose is open, honest, heartfelt, to the point of being selfish, wonderfully selfish. Martha is clever, calm, but rarely says what she’s really thinking. Donna is blunt, precise, unfiltered, but with a big heart beneath all the banter. […] If Rose can be selfish, then her finest moments will come when she’s selfless. If Martha keeps quiet, then her moments of revelation — like her goodbye to the Doctor — make her fly. Donna is magnificently self-centred — not selfish, but she pivots everything around herself, as we all do — so when she opens up and hears the Ood song, or begs for Caecilius’ family to be saved, then she’s wonderful.
Simply put, not everything has to be about you. Yes, sometimes men’s involvement in discussions of oppression is relevant, even vital. But when the focus is on women’s oppression, men don’t need a token mention. Why? Because men, as a group, aren’t oppressed. Men don’t have to deal nearly as often (or at all) with cat-calling, victim blaming, unequal pay, objectification, rape culture, and so on. If, as occasionally happens, men are relevant to the conversation, it all leads back to one thing: Patriarchy is bad for men as well. But what are you, as a men’s rights activist, promoting? Patriarchy.
“You see… I’m learning Milton ways, Mr. Thornton.”
This is supposed to happen the first time Persephone is back to the Underworld….so I went and made a sequel for a comic that hasn’t even happened yet. Wibbly wobbly timey wimey….
Did I regret anything? No. No I don’t.
Jak brzy uměl klamat ženy
žárlit, snít nebo skrývat sny,
vyvracet, živit přesvědčení,
být hrdý, smutný, nešťastný,
pozorný nebo nevšímavý,
předstírat, že ho nuda baví,
mlčením světit lyriku,
hrát zápal krasořečníků,
vylévat srdce na papíry,
žít v sedmém nebi, upíjet
i ždímat z citů sladký jed,
očima vznítit jiskru víry,
vyzývat, hladit, pro soucit
občas je slzou orosit.
Is it wrong that one of the first things in my head when they kissed in the finale was ‘oh, imagine the Mattex fics that are going to come from this.’? … I need to get my head out of the mattex gutter.
To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket - safe, dark, motionless, airless - it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.