Walking the Worlds

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Hello again Blue,

Are friends not allowed to pet one another’s hair? I begin to feel I may have been breaking some human social more for a long time.

What if you just have a friend, and your thing is mutual hair petting? That sounds like a world I would like to live in.

Dear Blue,

I am not entirely certain I understand what is happening. By the description you give, the pair of you get along very well and have great chemistry. Yet you say you wish to end your association with them. Has something happened, or have I misunderstood what is happening?

It sounds to me like you are describing a strong attraction to this person. It also sounds like this attraction frightens you, at least a little. I do not truly believe any of us has a “type”. We may have our preferences and proclivities, but we can always surprise ourselves by developing strong feelings for someone outside of those usual parameters of preference. Far from being something to fear, this is one of the fun ways life can surprise us.

Have you seen any indication the attraction might be mutual? In my experience, open, honest communication is the only way to resolve certain things. This is particularly true in interpersonal relationships. Make your friend aware of your feelings. It is possible they have already intuited your attraction to them but do not want to spook you by pointing it out before you are ready. Discuss with them and see whether they are interested in a platonic or romantic relationship with you.

If you are trying to AVOID romance, my suggestion is still that you need to talk to them. Tell them how much you value their friendship and that you wish for it to continue but are worried the romantic vibe will spoil things for either of you.

You may be surprised what you both decide once the cards are on the table. In the end, the two of you are the only ones who can decide how to proceed, and I do believe that decision, ultimately, should involve BOTH of you.

I wish you the best of luck, and I look forward to hearing how things work out, in the end.

I LOVE love love Jodie Whittaker. I think she’s done an amazing job with what she’s been given, but the writing is totally phoned in. In 19 YEARS, the DOCTOR  couldn’t find her way out of a prison? Do we not all remember the 11th Doctor’s grand speech, “there’s one thing you never ever put in a trap” etc etc. And people expect us to believe that THIS is a person who can’t find their way out of a prison at some point in 19 years? She’s seriously just serving out her time?

And then the first thing the fam do when she comes back is jump down her throat for being gone? They’re giving her flack for being gone ten months and she doesn’t even mention that it was actually 19 years she spent in Stormcage? This, by the way, is the SAME prison where Krasko says a person can get their hands on anything in the Rosa Parks episode, the SAME prison that River Song broke out of countless times. And the Doctor, the actual, literal Doctor couldn’t figure a way out at some point in 19 years? Come on. Are we supposed to buy that she was so depressed by what happened between her and the Master and the revelations of the Timeless Child that she just sat there and miserably contemplated her existence for nearly two decades? Her fam just moped around and waited for her return?  Rose pried open the TARDIS and looked into its heart to get back to the 9th Doctor when he was facing the Daleks. The 10th Doctor’s companions practically moved heaven and earth just to get a message through so he could find them, and the only one even trying to do anything to find her is Yaz?

There’s no actual PLOT to the holiday special. It’s just a bunch of stuff that coincidentally all happens together. Yaz, Ryan, and Graham’s roles in this episode all feel like afterthoughts... which is a real shame, considering that this was a goodbye episode for Ryan and Graham. Give them more agency in the fight against the Daleks. 

The Timeless Child was a major revelation at the end of last season, and it’s barely mentioned at all in the episode other than as the reason the Doctor is feeling this entirely uncharacteristic existential ennui. There are honestly moments when I can’t help wondering if Chibnall is deliberately sabotaging Whittaker’s run as the Doctor. I don’t know how else to explain how haphazard and boring the last couple of seasons have been. The Timeless Child revelation and the events leading up to it were the only exciting/interesting things that happened. Like... they laid the groundwork to introduce a character from Stormcage earlier in the season and then never capitalized on that foreshadowing at all. What the actual heck?

Unlike Algrim, D’rorah seemed mystified by their discovery rather than alarmed, which helped ease some of his own worry. Still, they had best interrupt their adventure now and take a moment to discuss how to proceed from here. After making sure that D’rorah would follow him, Algrim turned and started to ascend to the surface, anxious to hear what she might be able to tell him about the inscription. Taking care to keep the gills on his neck in the water as D’rorah had advised him, Algrim listened to her explanation, but was left none the wiser. The answers she had for him only led to more questions.

“In adversity, cooperation,” he repeated after her, his brow crinkling in thought. Who wanted to cooperate with the dark elves and to what end? And why would they go to such lengths to leave such a cryptic message at the bottom of a lake where no one might ever find it instead of reaching out to them directly? He followed the direction of D’rorah’s gaze towards the night sky, where the stars shone cold and white against the infinite darkness of space. Gooseflesh prickled the nape of his neck. “The few alliances my people have entered into in the past have been with races that are native to the Nine Realms,” Algrim revealed, returning his attention to D’rorah. “The trolls, the fire demons of Muspelheim… but none of them would have been capable of crafting such an item, nor do they possess the ingenuity to orchestrate such a chain of circumstances.” To hear that a timeless, near omnipotent being such as D’rorah could make no sense of the cube left Algrim with an uneasy feeling. “The stories about a secret in this lake date back far into ancient times. Perhaps our archives will yield some clues as to who might be behind the message,” he offered.

Worry etched a furrow between his eyebrows. “I am debating whether or not to report our discovery to the Council. If the cube has been dormant all this time, perhaps it would be better to leave it be. Perhaps… we are not the intended recipient of the message.” He released a shaky breath and reached for D’rorah’s hands in the water, needing to feel connected to her. “I did not expect the night of my proposal to lead to this.”

“You may be right,” D’rorah replied. “This cube may have nothing to do with Svartalfheim. If I had to guess, there is a fair possibility it was hidden here because it has no other connection here, so no one would think to look for it.”

THE LUNGS

breathe, just breathe. whether it's to calm yourself or raise your voice, your control has always been your strength. in, out. you feel, you observe, you hold it in, and you release that which you cannot use. and you sing. and you sing.

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Omelets and hashbrowns sounded perfect to Reg, so the next morning he spent an hour cuddling with the cat – who, as D’rorah predicted, had apparently decided to forgive him his crimes – before putting on his robe and heading to the kitchen.

Half an hour later he slowly opened D’rorah’s door, stepping in with two plates. “How about breakfast in bed? One omelet and… uh… I don’t know how to count hashbrowns, but they’re extra crispy.” He set the plate on her bedside table and rolled her desk chair over to have a seat. The cat pawed hopefully at his pant leg, and Reg looked down to firmly tell her, “No.”

“Breakfast in bed, how fancy,” D’rorah mused as she pushed herself up, disturbing the cat, who jumped off the bed to rub against Reg’s leg instead. She sat up with her back against the headboard and folded her legs crosswise.

“Oh man, this looks really good.” She broke off a bit of crispy hashbrown and took a bite. “Thanks, dad.”

What a relief. There's a LOT of work to be done, but in a few months I can hope to never see that orange shitbag ever again.