dinaga:

Just keep voting! We were so close to catch up with them!

http://uk.eonline.com/news/watch_with_kristin/tvs_top_couples_tournament_vote_in/293070?choiceIDs=%2C86018&captchaEntry=&16932=86018&poll_uword=attack

ALSO BECAUSE DINAGA IS ADORABLE. 

the most beautiful thing about doctor who, i suppose, is the very nature of the doctor himself—that he is a time lord, that he owns all of time and space and has access to it at any point within his own timeline (with some exception). it is the very nature of being a time lord that makes the who-niverse so damned special to britain and to the world.

so call me a time renter.

or a time tenant. (a time tennant? come on. it’s hilarious.)

i, mariel saintdoriangray, own a section of time all to myself. according to my lease, i can only access each point in time once and in a unidirectional sequence. however, since this lease was contracted before my birth, i have no access to its original contents and have no idea when my lease is up. probably sometime when i stop paying rent in the form of not breathing.

that being said, i do what i like with my time. there are some necessary things, of course—eating food, sleeping—in order to continue existing within time. there are socially obligated things—going to school, making friends, contributing and participating in general society—which make it easier to live within time and cope within the physical space that time has provided for existence. and then there are just… other things. there are the things we generally want to spend time with, and it’s this want that makes up the quality of life, and the maintenance of its sanctity.

in russian, there is a verb called (in the infinitive form) заниматься. it means “to spend one’s time with.” it is a reflection of the self and the self’s desires in the things with which the self would like spend time on. заниматься can refer to studying, to hobbies, or to serious business that just needs to get done.

as a university student, i have a limited amount of activities i can заниматься. i reserve time, necessarily, for work, for school, for food, and for sleeping. but beyond that, i only have so much time to devote to my own desires, but there are just so many things i want to do.

well, really, there are three.

rugby. music. reading.

there are times when the three interact fairly well. rugby and reading inspire bits of music and music helps me with rugby, but i’m finding that taking all three seriously at once is become a trial. i’ve tried to alleviate this trial by sticking my music with my academics, but it’s not working, it’s not enough. what i’m doing with music now is nowhere near what i want to do with music in the far future, or even within the next two weeks.

so i have to budget my time.

i’m closing on my third semester of rugby. as far as social activities go, it’s a pretty badass one. and compared to a sorority (or some other sport clubs), i’m not paying very much (fiscally) to have friends. but i’m not very skilled. i’m not very strong, i’m not very fast, and i don’t exactly have a knack for the game to begin with. i can’t tackle and i can’t ruck. and on a bad day, i can’t even hook the damn ball. i’m just not very good at this sport. but i love the way it makes me feel. i love the exhilaration of yes, i finally made one good tackle or i just fucked everyone over with that punch or even fuck i love scrumming. i love knowing that i’m taking care of myself and of my body, that i can be proud to be (decently) healthy even though i’m not exactly… aesthetically shaped. i love knowing that i’m doing something completely out of my comfort zone.

but if i hadn’t stopped playing piano, this would’ve been my fifteenth year. i started when i was four and i should’ve never stopped. i should’ve never stopped practicing and i should’ve never lost my love. but i did. it’s like a good relationship where the timing was all wrong. but i made up for it. i’m moving past it. i found the drums and the guitar and i still mess around with the piano and i sing and i arrange things on logic express (which works like a damn dream). but i remember this past summer and all the notes i got on tumblr for a stupid tik tok parody (and the lady gaga one… and the raise your glass one…) and i thought yes this is totally what i should be doing in life. but i just don’t have the time or the practice or the means to be practicing the piano and the drums and the arranging every single day. i barely have room for my laundry basket in my bedroom, much less my keyboard.

but i’ll always have room for my laptop. i’ve been a part of fandom for six years now. i had my in and out moments—call it cory and topanga—but i’ve always returned to it. it started with artemis fowl when i was thirteen and it just never stopped. artemis fowl to alex rider to harry potter to merlin to all the damn anime to glee to misfits to doctor who to torchwood to supernatural to suits and all these pieces of fiction i fucking love. i’m always pussyfooting fandom, going in and out of each one, not totally investing myself in it, when, really, i’m just ashamed. i’m just ashamed of being one of those fangirls, and maybe i am one of those fangirls. but what does it matter? what does it matter that i’m never going to find an honest to god lesbian in fandom who likes dykey lesbian things or an honest to god straight male in fandom who appreciates me liking dykey lesbian things. that’s where music and rugby have fandom one-upped—they have better chances for more mature connections. not to say that fandom doesn’t have mature and beautiful people (madlori? marie? rcmclachland?), but have you seen the shit the sherlock fandom gets up to? there’s a reason i’m ashamed of all the references i make in tik tok. i felt like a bit of a sellout whore.

i don’t have time for all three. when i’m older and have a “real job” and all that shit, i’ll never have time for all three.

when my lease is up and my time is over, i’ll have to answer to myself, “what did i do with the time loan? with the rent? how did i spend this wisely?” and the only beings who should be rightfully satisfied or unsatisfied with my answer are myself and my god. and when that time comes, at least i know i’ll have tried for all three. but i refuse to be a jack of all trades, master of bullshit. i want to be good at something. i want to be part of something good.

just… what should it be? for now, what should i choose? Я занимаюсь…

didyousassthathoopyfrood:

rockinjanelle:

geothebio:

wibbly-wobblystuff:

Other TV fandoms:

Whovians:

YOU SHOULD WATCH DOCTOR WHO.

SERIOUSLY YOU’D LOVE IT.

FUCKING LOVE IT.

 Sherlockians:

Accurate.

“You should watch Doctor Who.”
^ this is so accurate though.

(Source: valesmf)

• i will never ship wincest. ever. their love is so strictly brotherly love for me. i’ve never really had to grow into an otp for a particular fandom. whether or not a bromance is a romance is pretty instinctual for me, and the minute i saw sam and dean, i saw brothers. so i’m pretty much just going to prep myself for the sobfest that is going to be destiel.
• i am the dean to my sister’s sam. much more than i am a mycroft to her sherlock, truly, i think i see a lot of myself in dean. dean is a self-proclaimed hardass (with his sensitive moments), more readily able to sacrifice a social life for a life of adventure, and more ready to be given a duty and to follow duty so long as it’s something extraordinary. and he hates chick flick moments. he’s reckless, but clever. he’s fiercely loyal to his family, and although i disagree with my own father a lot of the time, there isn’t a time i wouldn’t follow his wishes to the ends of the universe because i know that whatever he does is to keep my sister and me strong. my sister, even though she was born with a good head on her shoulders (and it is our intelligence that gives us the parallels to the holmes brothers), wants to just be normal. also, my sister wants to go to stanford, the bitch.
• i hate horror films. i also hate horror tv shows. why the fuck am i still watching this?