#stephen daker

Fucked up in the head but tucked up in the bed

This does not belong here at all because it is not related to ACGaS, but it was inspired by a discussion with @edgeofthedales earlier today, and I don’t have anywhere else to put it for now, so here it is.

Look. Look in the mirror. This is what you will wear.

Beautiful. Like a work of art.

But look how slender. You will always compare yourself and fear that you are too slight, not enough.

You will not be able to impose yourself by force of your physical presence.

And look at the face. The deep blue eyes, the sweet smile. A face that speaks of gentleness, not toughness. A face of which no-one could reasonably be afraid.

You will have to persuade, reason, cajole, and you will often fail.

And sometimes you will have to shout.

But when you shout, your voice will sound too high, too young.

They will not always listen to you.

You will have to show them. Demonstrate. Or possibly throw yourself into the breach when they fail to take you seriously.

Look at those long, clever hands. They could extract music from a piano or a guitar; they could create things, mend things. Broken instruments, broken hearts. They could give a reassuring touch on the shoulder. Perhaps push a lock of hair out of a face, very gently, or brush away a tear.

Or give loving caresses.

But you have the sort of heart that wants to embrace the world and carry its weight on your shoulders alone.

You will most probably not have much time left over for caresses.

And now it is time for you to step out onto the stage.

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“...But now a different drama’s going on - Spare me, then, this once. But the order of the acts has been thought out, The end is inevitable...”

Campion | The Monocled Mutineer

Doctor Who The Movie | Classic Who

Dr. Daker is here to make your stomach better

And tuck you up in bed

I have Daker brainrot again. HIM in his sweet jumpers and coats