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Dr. Nerdington's Commonplace Book

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Fan, writer, feminist, reader, academic, queer, single mother, introvert, Victorianist, Canadian.

That time I met Ncuti Gatwa went to Mme. Tussaud’s! My main takeaway is that celebrities are surprisingly small people.

one time when i was 17 i watched an episode of doctor who (tennant years) that made me so inconsolable that i went upstairs to my mom and i sobbed like, "please don't make fun of me, i'm so upset about a fake person from a tv show right now i can't stop crying." she let me sit in her lap and tell her all about the episode and i stopped crying and said i felt so stupid and she started laughing and she said, "i once cried this hard in college over a star trek episode. want to hear about it?" i said yes and then while she told me about the episode she got upset all over again 30 years later and she started crying and then i started laughing about it so hard i started crying again

it’s been a few days but I’m still completely starstruck over seeing Alison Bechdel lecture in person last week… here’s a comic zine based on some of the notes I took!

How the hell does someone say so many wise cool and insightful things in one hour… I’m going to go lie down and contemplate my life now

if you want to print it for yourself it’s up for free on my kofi!

We'd like to take a second to introduce ourselves and say hello!

We'd like to take a sec to introduce ourselves and say hello.

Hello!👋🏻 We're Michael and Jaime!

We've both been knocking around here for a minute but we've made many new friends lately. Funny how that works.

Submissions are open for our Debut Summer issue until April 30th!

Visit us at Lamplit.net (Link in the usual places)

We'll keep a light on for you. 🛋

(I couldn't resist lol)

Hey! Writers, artists! Please consider submitting to this super cool project! It's going to be something beautiful. 🩷

imagine you are a gay man in your 60s and you've been in the military most of your life so you've never been free to be yourself or to seek out people like you and as a result you're now elderly and alone and you've spent a lifetime betraying yourself and you've never been loved and you get experimental brain surgery to cope with this and then one day you learn that the innocent child version of yourself who knows nothing of your isolation or your sins fell in love with another man and the man he loved was killed for pursuing that relationship and then your other self is also killed presumably for the same reason but you meet the other version of the man he loved and he's married but he wants to get to know you and you don't know him but you have some inextricable connection, something is pulling you towards him and you know you shouldn't trust him but you do and you just don't want to be alone and his husband is kind of a dick so you follow that feeling and it leads you right into a trap he set for you and it turns out that he was just manipulating you all along, to make you let your guard down, and you fell for it because there's a part of you that wants to put your life in his hands and so you do and he takes you to a train station and tells you to get as far away from here as you possibly can, he's saving you perhaps even at the cost of his own life and you think maybe you weren't entirely wrong about trusting him so you tell him you want him and he doesn't deny he wants you back, you tell him you're ready to be loved by him and you don't even know what that means but you keep saying it over and over because it just feels right, like you've been waiting for this your whole life, and maybe you have, all you know is your life hangs in the balance but for the first time you're not afraid, and maybe his interest in you was under false pretenses but you don't care because there's a part of this that's real and you both know it, he doesn't let you kiss him but he lets you touch his face and stroke his cheek with your thumb and then you walk away and get on the train with your dog going to god knows where and as the tracks whisk you away into the great unknown and the dying light of a cold winter day paints your face you think maybe you have been loved all along. happened my friend irving bailiff

I’m going to be in a plane en route to London when the Severance finale drops. I’m not complaining about the vacation, buttttttt…

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