I'm a Biter

OMEGA: Ask me! You want to know about the Scintillans, Professor? I killed them. I killed them all, and do you know why? Do you want to know my secret? My secret is that I am mad. There, now you know. Now you can die happy!

there have been at least three separate people I’ve known whose bedrooms had this vibe: the incredible clashing between different shades of pink, the dark carpet, the messiness, the poor lighting filtering through that dark curtain—I know how it feels being in this room.

I painted my room this exact color in 2008/2009. martha’s organized, but she’s a student and it’s a cramped space—she arranges her shelves the best she can, but her stuff is just stuff and doesn’t perfectly match. when I’m at school I have to dry my laundry in the middle of my room exactly the same way!

yup, that’s what every break room I’ve ever had at work looks like, with the mismatched tupperware and posters and questionably-clean microwave.

sylvia’s house is obviously intended to be coordinated, but with a nonprofessional’s taste. you can see the little pumpkins in the background from halloween, there’s a printed tablecloth at the table, the counters are that realistic mix of cluttered and clean. 

even in a fancy office, we’ve got the ugly fluorescent lighting that’s not really doing anyone favors, the crooked potted plants, the sporadic beige and white walls, the random workplace posters above the printer and trash cans.

people sitting in weird places because there aren’t enough seats around the tv! the cat tower with kitty litter shoved in the corner! the overstuffed table! the slightly-crooked picture frames! this IS the vibe of being stuffed into a too-small room with company over.

we are viewing this on bigger, better monitors than were physically possible at the time, of course we can see the cracks better than they did. like, i bet the cardboard background daleks looked fine on a 60s monitor

some of it legitimately did look amazing, like, the matte paintings in early 60s who, that beautiful model shot in trial of a time lord, the web of fear recreating the underground so well that the show got in trouble for illegally filming

we wed behind the old house, offered our skin

removed it from our branches and let it be curtains

and I asked her where she put the bones