It Took Me Too Long To Realize That Not All The World Is My Enemy

It took me too long to realize that not all the world is my enemy

[ID: A comic done mostly in black and white. A hound with a broken chain around its neck flees a cage and runs into two reaching hands. The hound bites one hand, drawing blood. Narration says, "When I fled my cage / I bit the hands that took me in / Because the only hand I'd ever known / was a bad one."

The hands, now with fresh bite marks, still reach out gently to the hound. ""We're not him." they said / and I knew what they meant / but I didn't understand."

Floating in white space: "Now I understand / but the damage is done."

A person enters a door, rolling a suitcase, saying "Hi" to two people on a couch, who look up from their newspapers and phones to say "Hey" and "Hi" back. The shadow of the person who entered the room stretches out before them-- a hound's, not a person's. Narration: "I'm so sorry / I couldn't help it / I couldn't help myself."

We see the hands of the people on the couch. Both have faded bite marks on them. "I was so blind, I forgot / that not all hands are made of iron." End ID]

(ID by @princess-of-purple-prose)

sometimes it strikes me that some people dont ship thoschei and honestly, i dont get it. did we even watch the same show??

Classic Who Master really out there trying to write an enemies to friends to lovers fic like “oh no doctor. this evil thing i’ve allied myself with is now out of control. guess we’ll just have to work together to defeat it. and maybe fall in love along the way. just kidding… unless?’

Tensimm to me is 'I would fix him but whatevers wrong with him is funnier'

having religious trauma from the most boring of churches is such a unique experience. stained glass and high ceilings dont mean anything. but dingy basements and hotel bibles mean everything. my religious trauma (and i would assume a lot of others) isnt as pure as what is shown. its gross basements, hand-me-down bibles, wooden chairs that look like theyre at least 50 years old, vhs tapes and big box tvs, ugly carpet, and "god bless you" instead of i love you.

How badly does the dr want to play god. There moments you see him as the reluctant god with the whole universe on his shoulders. But he is so tired of it he wishes it wasn't him like when the 12th dr is about to regenerate. But he revels in too like calling himself time lord victorious and putting no thought in the consequences of his actions.

I think it really on how each dr handles the role in different moments. They all had moments they went to far with their powers and even liked. Who wouldn't enjoy saving everyone they wanted and punishing those who they thought deserved it.

But here's the kicker that separates the dr from the master. He has never craved power like the master. The master craves ultimate power over everything for everything to bow down to him. While the dr mission is to protect.

One is god who high off his power and basking in it what he could do.

The other is scrambling to use all its power to protect all those he loves