D| A-Anon, I told you to stop bothering my wife!! -turning red- Such indecencies will not be talked about around her. -le hiding bone bulge-
Th-That’s right! Anon-san, please don’t ask about things like that anymore! >///< E-Eh…? Daemon, what are you hiding?
How to let me give you the boys' Tumblrs :)
Ok, don’t think I’m mean or anything, but since people are saying they’d do anything to get the boys’ Tumblrs, I’m gonna give you a requirement:
- REBLOG this
- Likes DO NOT count
- NO ANONS
- Give me a SOLO promo :)
- Follow my sweet friends -her and -her
- MESSAGE ME if you did all of this, I’m gonna check!!
I’ll give you all five! Don’t miss this guys, it’s cool to know theirs!
But how can you like Donna Noble?!
Rule One of Following datatwohearts: Dont insult my followers.
Rule Two of Following datatwohearts: Dont insult Donna “BAMF” Noble.
I dont care if you’re black, white, gay, straight, a mother, a brother, a sister, a hipster, disabled, or Barack Obama; If you insult Donna Noble, I WILL stab you.
Let me explain why Donna Noble is one of, if not THE best companion in New Who: Donna was introduced in series 3′s Christmas special, The Runaway Bride. I thought she was written like a stereotypical nag character, and didn’t understand why Dan kept telling me she would be my favorite. Well, I know why now! There are folks who think Donna lapses into nag in series 4, too, but I just don’t see it. Frankly, I wonder how much of that has to do with our difficulty accepting strong willed women. I don’t know exactly where the line is between a caricature of a nag and a powerful woman character, but for me it’s somewhere between The Runaway Bride and series 4.
From the beginning, Donna is the Doctor’s equal. Mostly because that’s how she sees herself. So this guy’s a Time Lord with a TARDIS – that doesn’t make him superior. Donna just doesn’t take orders. The Doctor has no choice to accept this, but what’s awesome (and one of my favorite things about my favorite Doctor, David Tennant) is he loves this. Donna’s no nonsense attitude and willingness to challenge him puts a twinkle in the Doctor’s eye and a grin on his face that we haven’t seen at least since he lost Rose. The Doctor’s never had so much fun with a companion.
Unlike practically every story with a dude and lady lead, Donna has no romantic interest in the Doctor. Zero. I love the Rose/Doctor storyline, but it is a fairly typical romance. And I honestly couldn’t tell you why Martha Jones crushes the Doctor (or why she ends up with Mickey for that matter, besides race, which is messed). Donna finds the idea completely ridiculous!
Donna and the Doctor aren’t the same – Donna’s great at seeing what the Doctor misses when he’s distracted by all of space and time. But they are equals. And this makes for richer storytelling, with the two leads bouncing off of each other – offering the writers opportunities for more complex story lines and a nuanced, fascinating relationship that’s more real and more thrilling than any of the standard tropes out there.
I love the specifics of Donna’s brilliance. Martha Jones, the previous companion, was a medical student, and that’s how we were supposed to know she’s smart – she’s over-educated. Donna, on the other hand, is an office temp from Chiswick. She uses the smarts she developed in this job repeatedly in her adventures with the Doctor, consistently baffling him with her insight. Working class girl saves the universe!
Donna is extraordinarily empathetic. Empathy is a stereotypical female trait, and I get annoyed when it’s pared with a completely weak character. But empathy can also be a sign of personal strength, of confidence in yourself that let’s you see the humanity in others, instead of being about prioritizing others over yourself like it plays out in so much fiction. Donna’s certainly exposed to some pretty raw emotions, especially the song of the Ood. But she uses her compassion and understanding for others as a source of power, to build solidarity, which is ultimately how she saves the universe. Can you imagine the Doctor so happily sharing the burden of flying the TARDIS with all his companions if it weren’t for Donna?
Series 4 ended with the Doctor Donna storyline, when Donna takes on the Doctor’s abilities as well as her own. A story that highlights the strengths as well as the flaws of both characters (a human propensity to violence and the Time Lord’s growing god complex), and shows they, and the Doctor’s whole community of companions, are at their most brilliant when working together. I imagine there’s a feminist critique of the fact that Donna can’t maintain her grasp on all of space and time and must have her mind wiped. But honestly I can’t watch the series 4 finale without weeping straight through, so I’m not the one to bring critique here.
Donna Noble has become my favorite fictional feminist hero, someone who embodies traits I admire and is also hugely entertaining to watch. The Doctor and Donna really had the best of times. The best.
So if you’re going to sit there and insult Donna Noble, the most important women in creation, then you might as well unfollow me because I will never give up on this woman!!!
no one else but destiel? what about your other otps, girl.
“Guess who?” Dean says, hand over Castiel’s eyes, mouth over his mouth. He tastes like sleep, a lingering something sweet.
“No one,” Cas groans, swatting at Dean’s hand. “Go away. Sleeping.”
——
“I bet you’re with him right now. You so love him. You’re so girly over him.”
“Shut up, Sam,” Dean says.
“Who is it?” Cas whispers from behind him, laugh at his neck, fingers creeping up his shirt, skittering along his abdomen and Dean squirms, half laughs into the phone, glares at his dumb boyfriend who’s dumb.
“Ew, I can hear him, like, breathing behind you,” Sam is saying.
“Who is it? Is it your boss?” Castiel asks, tongue at the shell of Dean’s ear. “Tell him I say hi.”
“No one,” Dean grins, pushing Cas back a little, kissing him properly, phone clicking shut.
——
“So, what, he’s seeing you and everyone else?” Anna whispers, eyeing Dean. Dean is having a very pleasant conversation with Uriel about the best places to get high.
“No.”
“Okay. So, you and who else?”
“No one,” Dean answers, hand slipping into Castiel’s. “No one else.”
——
They are brand new Facebook official or whatever kids are using these days. He knows because he smells like Dean and Dean smells like him.
“No one,” Castiel says softly, eyes closed.
“No one else,” Dean echoes. “Just you.”
Just you and me.
