You don't have to compete

Under Brondesbury Bridge (London)

don’t we all, paul.

So they made up their own name, based on a toddler's understanding of the lyrics:

"Mama, can we listen to

Rose smoothly transitioning into loving Ten was very necessary at the beginning of New Who, you needed a companion to go from one Doctor to another with a little friction but it was all ok, that’s just part of it all, don’t panic. Absolutely correct. Essential you do it that way.

But also fuck me, you can’t convince me that “real” Rose would have been into Ten as much as she was. Like that was a glow-down for her. He looks like a singer in a boyband that you weren’t even into when you were 12 because you were a Kerrang TV kind of girl. He’s cute and nerdy, but babe we had rough and smart as hell. He’s not gonna pick someone up by the lapels and snarl at them the exact reason why their science thing isn’t going to work and is going to kill everyone. Now she could snap him in half but sadly that’s clearly not her kink my guy! He’s going to regenerate ‘for her’, buddy…she had union man and you turned into I.T. Support. She already had a softboy computer guy and she ditched him hours into meeting you, are you serious?

He came from a extremely poor and abusive background but worked his way into fine society, where he fell in love with fellow artist Karin Bergöö, and his works shifted to painting his home life.

Painting titled "My Loved Ones"

I could tell so many stories about this family, but to sum it up they lived the definition of what we would call a cottagecore life where both Carl and Karin worked as artists in their dream house that they designed and built together. It really was an artist’s home built with pure love, and also a big contrast to what a typical Swedish home looked like at the time. The late 1800s trend was to have a dark home with gothic vibes and brown and dark red colours. The Larsson’s home though is bright and colourful with big windows and homemade textiles sewn by Karin.

I also wanted to tell a bit about Brita, the cute little girl on her father’s shoulders in the painting in the original post. She was the fifth child of seven and felt sometimes like she didn’t get enough attention from her dad as a middle child in a big family. To get more time with her dad she would ask him to paint only her as often as possible since then she could talk to him without any of her siblings annoying them. This is how she became the most painted of all the children with hundreds of portraits made with her as the model. She was 89 years old when she died in 1982 and loved to talk about her childhood and those many, many painting sessions with dad.