A New Chaos Crew Pic And The Incredible News Of A New 12 Part Over 2 Sets Series From Big Finish Next

A new chaos crew pic and the incredible news of a new 12 part over 2 sets series from big finish next year, it’s a great time to be a fan of the five fam!

Finished Earthshock and I have thoughtsss like that ending is stuck in my brain rn. Adric really lived the way he died. He could never let go. His just wouldn't admit he was wrong. And the thing is, I don't hate or dislike him for it bc I know exactly why he acted the way he did. He was a gifted and skilled teen boy constantly proving himself to everyone e.g. his brother, the other kids, the Deciders. He had no one to nuture that, until the Doctor showed up. But by then the line between criticism and judgement was blurred so Adric did what he felt he had to do: compete with him. Try to one him up. That's prolly why he would 'sell out' to the villains. The very few times he felt like his genius was recognised. That anyone really *saw* him. This has prolly already been said but Adric's death is just chilling in a way like no other. Amy, Rory, Clara, River and Bill are dead physically but live on in a way, but Adric is gone. No new timeline, no transfers, no extra TARDISes, no showrunner retconning him back for a special. He's gone. And they make sure to rub that in too. No dramatic score just the explosion, a brief motif and silence. That shattered badge in the silent credits is haunting. Something he worked so hard for destroyed so easily. The parallels to Ten are so scary too. Like they both didn't know when to stop until it was too late. The Alzurian Victorious.

Once again thinking about how the average life span of a renegade is so much shorter than that of a normal time lord

Lemme tell u guys a story

In my freshman year, my great grandma passed away. She never threw out or sold anything worth keeping if she could help it, having grown up in the Depression, so when she passed, my grandma suddenly inherited a lifetime’s worth of treasured items. She distributed most of them to her kids and grandkids, saved some sentimental items, and donated most of the clothing and trinkets to charity. I got back the stuffed leopard I’d given great-grandma in the hospital; the fur was still as soft as it’d been when I bought it. One of the biggest things she had to sort through was jewelry. For a year after my great-grandma died, my grandma was setting out organized rows of costume jewelry on basement tables and chivvying her granddaughters to take what they wanted.

And then, after all the choosing, she snuck me into her room while my cousins picked through wristwatches. On her bed were two small jewelry boxes: an old wooden one, and a cushioned one in white pleather.

“I brought you in here because if I gave these to your cousins, they’d sell it. I don’t want these sold. Do you understand?”

I understood.

This is the story of the biggest lie my grandma ever told her mom.

Great-grandma’s birthstone was garnet, and she loved the look of the stones, but could never justify paying for some. Her husband worked constantly, and so did she, and new clothes for the kids was more important than jewelry at the time. When my grandma was 16, she saved her first paychecks to buy her mom a garnet ring for Mother’s Day; that’s what was in the wooden box. The original receipt, handwritten, was crammed into the lid. Great-grandpa saw that ring and teared up; he’d always wanted to get his wife something nice like that, but hadn’t ever had enough money for it. Determined, he vowed to change that. He set aside money for years, slowly, hiding it away in a box in the attic, vowing to buy his wife something she could always wear with her ring.

Time passed, and inflation happened, and he slowly squirreled money away in the hopes that jewelry might get cheaper again sometime. Time passed again, and age had little mercy on him. He got older, typed up a note, and placed in in the box, describing what the money was for; he knew his time was near. Under no circumstances was the money to be spent on anything other than giving his wife a nice gift. The letter read, “One day, my dear Ruth, you’ll have garnet earrings to match that ring.” It’s what great-grandma had always mourned missing; she had such a nice ring, and no good earrings to go with it.

Well, men don’t live forever, and when great-grandpa passed away, my grandma cleaned out her mom’s attic as she prepared to move somewhere smaller. Going through boxes of polaroids and paper clips, she stumbled on the box of earrings money, note and all. She stashed it with her coat, and after that day of cleaning, went to the jeweler before her mom could try and spend the money on something too sensible. She came back with the white pleather box; sure enough, still nestled inside that box were two clip-on garnet earrings.

”Mom never got her ears pierced, you know. That’s why it took so long to find a good pair.”

Once she’d gotten the earrings, grandma presented them to her mom, along with the note. The paper was obviously old and warped by moisture, but it was legible. My great grandma cried happy tears and treasured those earrings more than any other jewelry; the last gift her husband could give her. Decades after the fact, I’d seen her wear them to Christmas parties and worry over them, checking that they stayed on her earlobes.

There was never any note from great-grandpa. Never any box. Never any earring money. My great-grandpa had spent his saved money keeping himself and his wife confortable throughout retirement. To set aside hundreds of dollars, even a bit at a time, for garnet earrings, was never a thought that crossed his mind. My grandma had seen her mom, exhausted, wracked with grief, and lied through her teeth about where she’d gotten the money for those earrings. She faked the note and everything, making sure her mom wouldn’t wonder where the money came from, and never winced at the pinch in her own pockets. And she never told a soul, not even my mom, until great-grandma was safely and thoroughly buried herself.

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currently deciding if buying the Season 15 DVD set is worth it for the Behind the Sofa bits with Matthew Waterhouse and Katy Manning, two of my favorite Classic Who actors. It is $100, so this may be unwise. but the fixation yearns. it yearnssss

the angel staying over at my house asked for a nightlight in their room and i told them buddy, don't you produce your own light? what're you gonna do with more? and they said they wanted to see why people like it so much. and also that the nightlight i own is blue and they're been trying to understand color. anyways i think they've stared at it for an hour now