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David Tennant in GOOD (Harold Pinter Theatre, 2022) written by C.P. Taylor, directed by Dominic Cooke

Requested by @fandomsmeantheworldtome

@local-blog-for-local-people CAN'T THANK ENOUGH FOR THESE AMAZING GIFS🙏❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Requested by @almost-born-in-1893

For @fandomsmeantheworldtome cause you're a joy on my dash

You made this one for me? you can't imagine how happy you made me right now i will save it and treasure it as one of the best gifts someone have ever give to me and look at it whenever i feel down THANK YOU SO MUCH 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Yes ofc!! you're such a sweet person!!❤️❤️❤️

I still treasure your ask in my ask box cause it's so wholesome <3

*i am so emotional right now, crying tears of joy*

For @fandomsmeantheworldtome cause you're a joy on my dash

You made this one for me? you can't imagine how happy you made me right now i will save it and treasure it as one of the best gifts someone have ever give to me and look at it whenever i feel down THANK YOU SO MUCH 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

He Is just so ugztozfizitzifzifzurUfz 🥹

Reece from The South Bank Show Live with RTS (Royal Television Society)

Requested by @almost-born-in-1893

WAIT WE HAD A RENFIELD ANNIVERSARY WEEK AND I MISSED IT?

Anyway here's my offering of the cosplay shoot I did last fall.

I do not feel real. The world is going on around me but I am a stranger.

An outsider.

I don't feel real. Not really. I know I am, but sometimes I wonder.

I cannot focus, if this isn't real, what is?

The world runs in circles around accomplishments I have yet to see.

I cannot focus, my body is here but my mind is away.

Thoughts are broken. Fragmented, like a million comma splices.

I feel so alone here. Everyone else seems to feel real, but I feel so odd, like a ghost haunting a body, wondering if someone will notice.

There is no one to tell. No one understands.

How do you explain that nothing feels real? That it all feels like some sort of dream you have to wake up from at some point but never do.

Does the rest of the world exist? Is it all a figment of my half insane mind? How would I know?

I wish I could stop this feeling. Finally feel life finally get everything done I need to.

But... I suppose that's why I'm here anyway. So much to do, enough time. So. Why. Can't. I. Focus?

I have to hide these feelings. No one can know how much of an outsider I truly am.

I told them. They dont care. Don't know what to do. Don't know what's wrong with me.

I wish I knew. But an explanation wouldn't fix me. Nothing truly does.

They're to busy to care anyway. Trying to fix themselves, put a band aid over a crack in a large dam.

How do you ask for help if no one can help you?

I do not feel real. Time is slipping away.

I've done nothing.

I wish I could. But my mind is so fractured, so frazzled nothing seems to process, to matter.

There is so much I must do.... So I suppose I do none of it.

Time goes so slow. But they day is half over.

I wish I felt real.

I wish my life mattered more to me.

i need to remember i am sensitive and things will hurt. avoiding the hurt is useless. it's inevitable. so rather than using all my energy to avoid it, i can accept and let the hurt happen. i can let myself hurt. i can feel my pain. i will be okay.

Being such a deeply caring person is just so frustrating sometimes because you put your heart and soul into caring about things but you know no one will ever care about things like you do and it's just... annoying. Like I try to be a good listener because I know what it's like to have people just not give a crap. But now no one listens to anything I have to say and it's just so... disheartening. Like I wish someone listened to me the same way I listen to them. but I know no one will care the same way I do and it makes me so sad.

Half of my depression probably comes from this ^.

And then I have to shove all my emotions and feelings away so I can deal with everyone else's and then when I do feel my emotions again I just feel so much at once and it's just horrible. like either I have a breakdown or I disassociate. Emotions are just hard sometimes. like I wish I had the freedom to feel them like everyone else does. it's just people need me to be available and they just aren't available to listen to me. Also, I know I'm going to get exploited for how well I listen and how much I care and I'm pre-exhausted. Caring so deeply about things is terrifying. but not caring is worse. It's an inescapable paradox, and a game I wish i didn't have to play.