n. (1) the act of assessing something to be worthless. (2) a cute name for a pretentious, sarcastic young woman's tumblr.
This blog largely contains history, fashion, Doctor Who, and the historical fashions on Doctor Who.
I write Doctor Who fanfiction. Quite a bit of it, on a good day.
Here are my cute and funny tags, if you're having a bad day.
Hypothetically, I am a comic artist, seamstress, writer, and animator; but mostly I sit about drinking tea, wearing petticoats, and watching Doctor Who.
I said I wouldn't get a tumblr. Shows what I know.
I never knew what a friend was until I met Geordi.
He spoke to me as though I were human.
He treated me no differently from anyone else.
He accepted me for what I am.
And that, I have learned… is friendship.
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I follow all of them on Twitter and I love that they are buddies in real life. Like they actually get together and bbq.
I’m not crying YOU’RE CRYING
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MADDOX: I thought that we could talk this out, that I could try to persuade you. Your memories and knowledge will remain intact.
DATA: Reduced to the mere facts of the events. The substance, the flavour of the moment, could be lost. Take games of chance.
MADDOX: Games of chance?
DATA: Yes, I had read and absorbed every treatise and textbook on the subject, and felt myself well prepared for the experience. Yet, when I finally played poker, I discovered that the reality bore little resemblance to the rules.
MADDOX: And the point being?
DATA: That while I believe it is possible to download the information contained in the positronic brain, I do not think you have acquired the expertise necessary to preserve the essence of those experiences. There is an ineffable quality to memory which I do not believe can survive your procedure.
MADDOX: Ineffable quality. I had rather we had done this together, but one way or the other, we are doing it. You are under my command.
DATA: No, sir, I am not under your nor anyone else’s command. I have resigned from Starfleet.
MADDOX: Resigned? You can’t resign.
DATA: I regret the decision, but I must. I am the culmination of one man’s dream. This is not ego or vanity, but when Doctor Soong created me he added to the substance of the universe. If by your experiments I am destroyed, something unique, something wonderful will be lost. I cannot permit that, I must protect his dream.
— Star Trek: The Next Generation 2x9, "The Measure of a Man"
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