for a show about aliens doctor who makes me feel really human

i’ve been getting a lot of messages lately (and unsurprisingly, considering how unrepentantly i’ve been reblogging stuff from them) from followers asking me for podcast recommendations - and i love getting those so thank you, guys! - and i thought i’d make a masterpost of what i’ve both a) finished and b) enjoyed since i’ve started bingeing them.  and, as an extra added bonus, what has canonical lgbt+ representation (since i know what you guys are into [waggles eyebrows]).

1. the bright sessions

canon lgbt+ is a ✓.  this is definitely the first podcast that i’ve fallen in love with as hard as my original gateway podcast: welcome to night vale.  it’s so well-written, the characters well-drawn, the premise fascinating - atypicals, or people with some sort of special ability, in therapy - and it’s such a positive story and experience that i can’t help but feel better on days i listen to it.  it really believes in humanity and that’s such a wonderful thing in this day and age.  plus, the voice acting is killer.

2. eos 10

canon lgbt+ is a ✓.  i don’t think it’s been officially confirmed that dr. dalias is, at the very least, bisexual (in fact, the official channels seem to be dancing around it, possibly so as not to spoil anything in the upcoming season), though it’s been hinted at plenty in story.  especially as i don’t know how else you can explain a supposedly “straight” male character getting called out on repeatedly thinking about a naked man during a group mind-link experience.  that aside, it is freaking hilarious.  the premise is doctors in space, one formerly drug-addicted doctor helping to stabilize a currently alcoholic one with amazing side characters including nurse jane johns and levi, a hypochondriac alien and deposed prince who seems to have a personal vendetta against wearing pants.  it’s well-acted, cleverly written and a freaking joy to listen too.  so funny and so smart, i can’t recommend it enough!

3. the penumbra podcast

canon lgbt+ is a ✓.  so much queer representation it’s bananas.  this ask the creators got is actually pretty representative of their approach to the show, slyly funny and very gay.  our main character is a genderbending queer private investigator who’s lost his heart head over a sweet-smelling thief with a heart of gold and more aliases than jennifer garner, all set against a noir backdrop.  oh, and on mars.  yeah, you read all of that right.  there are a few awesome side stories as well, including a couple of horror ones (that have no effect on the main juno steel story line, so can be skipped - and the creators are VERY GOOD about warning what’s to come in the episode notes), as well as lesbian outlaws and a disabled knight.  there’s literally nothing not to love.  EXCEPT FOR HOW JUNO STEEL WON’T LET HIMSELF HAVE NICE THINGS.

4. the black tapes

hey, hi, if you’re into horror, suspense, creepery or demons, this is so very much for you.  the premise is that alex reagan, our host, begins a podcast to interview people with interesting professions.  she starts out with dr. richard strand, a paranormal investigator whose mission statement is to debunk all things paranormal.  he even has an institute that offers a one million dollar prize for proof of the paranormal, which he has never even come close to having to part with.  while alex is interviewing him, she comes across a handful of black vhs tapes: the only cases that strand hasn’t been able to definitively solve yet.  the technology to disprove these incidents simply hasn’t come far enough, in his opinion.  needless to say, she never moves on from dr. strand and the mystery of the black tapes.  each episode, alex investigates another of the black tapes and much later on realizes it’s possible that they’re all connected.  oh my god, i almost got chills just writing that, it’s so good, it’s so real, because dr. strand is such a good anchor to reality.  alex will occasionally lose her skeptic’s perspective; dr. strand does not.  and once alex starts experiencing intense insomnia, making you realize your narrator might not be so reliable?  things somehow manage to get even murkier.  i really, really adored this one.  it’s paranormal set in the most normal of normal worlds, only making it that much spookier.

5. wooden overcoats

canon lgbt+ is a ✓.  okay, well, if you’ve ever watched black books?  this is kind of like black books, aka one of my all-time favorite shows.  rudyard funn is just as incapable and universally disliked as bernard black, which was all well and good when the village of piffling vale (which is very nearly a town, you know!) only had one funeral home to choose from.  unfortunately, that’s not the case anymore.  eric chapman has moved his funeral home right across the street and stolen all the business from rudyard, his embalmer (cum part-owner) and twin sister, antigone, and georgie, their assistant.  to add insult to injury, he’s charming and universally adored by everyone except those at funn funerals.  very british, very ridiculous, and very funny!  WE GET THE BODY IN THE COFFIN IN THE GROUND ON TIME.  (well, like that one time they did.  [coughs])

6. ars pardoxica

canon lgbt+ is a ✓.  i listened to this one pretty slowly, for me.  it’s very much plot over character, at least in my opinion.  which is fair since there’s quite a lot of plot and set dressing to establish.  we’re following (dr.) sally grissom, a scientist from the twenty-first century who accidentally creates time travel and ends up stuck back in the 1940s.  think a bombs and eisenhower.  it was always interesting, and the paradoxes created by the time travel experiments they kept doing were fascinating (i love time travel stuff because of the paradoxes it creates) but i didn’t get really ravenous for it until season two, which is when i really felt it picked up speed.  you’ve got anthony stuck in a literal CAGE - a “blackroom” bubble set outside of time, sally trying to garden (oh god), a gang consisting of a veteran, a (former) widow and time doubles trying to bring down ODAR (the company sally used to work for, and that anthony still does) and esther sliding down the ladder of morally unsound one determined rung at a time and it makes for a REALLY grabbing audio drama, eh?

7. the strange case of starship iris

canon lgbt+ is a ✓.  i’m already in love with violet liu, all right?  she’s a science officer on starship iris–well, what was starship iris.  when we first join violet, every single one of her crew mates has just died in an explosion on the pod they were traveling off ship with and the starship iris is in its last throes as well.  luckily(?) a passing ship comes along with a plan to get her to safety.  this has a real illuminae vibe to it (which is an amazing book btw) and all the characters are already so freaking likable.  it’s only on episode two and already shaping up to be a favorite!

8. the orbiting human circus (of the air)

canon lgbt+ is a ✓.  if there’s a more heart-warming podcast out there, then i haven’t run across it yet.  first of all, julian koster’s voice is so vulnerable and soft that i would use myself and everyone i know and also puppies as a shield against everything terrible in the universe for him.  second, the rest of the cast - leticia especially - is just as freaking talented.  the premise is that julian is the janitor at a radio show that broadcasts from the top of the eiffel tower and has strange and impossible acts every night, from tale-telling crickets to singing saws to the orkestral, a bird that can play every orchestral instrument (except that it refuses to play the viola, because reasons).  it’s fun and cute and breaks your heart with happiness regularly and often!

9. alice isn’t dead

canon lgbt+ is a ✓.  this is a horror podcast about a truck driver who is looking for her missing wife.  jasika nicole has to have one of my favorite voices around and having it be so heavily dependent on that makes me ridiculously happy.  throw in the story-telling of joseph fink, the depth and cohesiveness of his writing, and there is nothing not to love here.

10. within the wires

canon lgbt+ is a ✓.  this is really sufficiently creepy considering it’s not often overtly creepy.  this is set up as a series of relaxation tapes, which progressively get more and more interested in helping the listener break out of the facility in which she’s being kept.  super chilling at times, because the voice is so calm and the action so dangerous.

11. welcome to night vale

canon lgbt+ is a ✓.  okay, well, what more can be said about this at this point?  if you’re not listening to it, you’re wrong.  why wouldn’t you want to visit a town that can’t be visited and where every conspiracy theory is real and a part of everyday life?  yeah, everyone knows about the vague yet menacing government agency, steve carlsberg, you’re not hitting on anything new there.  there’s a dog park that doesn’t allow dogs, angels that are never to be identified as angels, mountains that aren’t real, a glow cloud that–ALL HAIL and a love story so complete and perfect that it can and will utterly steal your breath at times.  go, listen, inhale.

anonymous asked:

Hi, what exactly is Stargate (like, what is the plot, how many seasons, that kind of thing)? I've seen it mentioned in combination with Leverage in some of your posts, and I've sort of picked up some of the character names from being on the internet, but I'm still not sure what it actually is. Thanks!!

What a delightful question that I’m going to have a ridiculous amount of fun answering, probably using too many gifs.

First, the bare bones facts: Stargate is a franchise that began with the 1994 movie Stargate, which was then developed into the TV show Stargate: SG-1 which began in 1997 and picked up about a year after the movie ended. SG-1 had 10 seasons and 2 made-for-TV movies. There are also 2 spinoffs, Stargate: Atlantis and Stargate: Universe. Atlantis has 5 seasons, and its first season coincides with season 8 of SG-1, with both beginning in 2004, with some fun but not strictly essential crossover between the two. Universe has 2 seasons and began in 2009, after both SG-1 and Atlantis had ended. I mostly blog about SG-1, but I enjoy all three shows and will at least briefly explain Atlantis and Universe in the course of this post, FOR FUNSIES.

The basic premise of the whole thing is that there are these devices (built by aliens, OF COURSE) called Stargates, which create wormholes that allow for basically instantaneous travel between planets all throughout the Milky Way (and other galaxies as well, it turns out, but that’s later).

The movie involves the US Air Force, with the help of the BEST FICTIONAL ARCHAEOLOGIST IN EXISTENCE FIGHT ME, figuring out how to work the Stargate, using it to travel to another planet, and helping the locals overthrow the evil parasitic alien who was posing as the Egyptian god Ra in order to enslave them.

SG-1 starts with Earth humans learning that “Ra” actually belonged to an entire race of evil parasitic aliens who used the personas of various gods to enslave humans throughout the galaxy. At which point, NATURALLY, the plucky Earth humans say “fuck that shit” and also “ooh, a whole galaxy to explore, HOLD MY BEER” and start having adventures and liberating the galaxy.

Atlantis is about Earth humans finally discovering the lost city of Atlantis over in another galaxy, and the adventures and struggles they have setting up a colony there. Also, space vampires.

Universe is about a bunch of Earth humans accidentally stranding themselves aboard an alien-built spaceship that is going they don’t know where in order to find the meaning of life, the universe, and everything. It’s much darker and more sort of psychological than the other two shows. Also more diverse. I like it a lot, but for different reasons than I like SG-1 and Atlantis.

SG-1 owns my heart, because it’s the show that helped me fall in love with sci-fi. Also, it has Dr. Daniel Jackson. It wrestles with what it means to be human and ethics and all kinds of really good shit. It’s not perfect, and the early seasons especially have some pretty major issues with sexism and white savior complexes in certain episodes, but overall I personally find it more than worth it, and the main reason is the characters, who you now get to hear me yell about my love for.

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anonymous asked:

What are other books/series that you'd recommend that are in the same vein as Animorphs?

Honestly, your ask inspired me to get off my butt and finally compile a list of the books that I reference with my character names in Eleutherophobia, because in a lot of ways that’s my list of recommendations right there: I deliberately chose children’s and/or sci-fi stories that deal really well with death, war, dark humor, class divides, and/or social trauma for most of my character names.  I also tend to use allusions that either comment on Animorphs or on the source work in the way that the names come up.

That said, here are The Ten Greatest Animorphs-Adjacent Works of Literature According to Sol’s Totally Arbitrary Standards: 

1. A Ring of Endless Light, Madeline L’Engle

  • This is a really good teen story that, in painfully accurate detail, captures exactly what it’s like to be too young to really understand death while forced to confront it anyway.  I read it at about the same age as the protagonist, not that long after having suffered the first major loss in my own life (a friend, also 14, killed by cancer).  It accomplished exactly what a really good novel should by putting words to the experiences that I couldn’t describe properly either then or now.  This isn’t a light read—its main plot is about terminal illness, and the story is bookended by two different unexpected deaths—but it is a powerful one. 

2. The One and Only Ivan, K.A. Applegate 

  • This prose novel (think an epic poem, sort of like The Iliad, only better) obviously has everything in it that makes K.A. Applegate one of the greatest children’s authors alive: heartbreaking tragedy, disturbing commentary on the human condition, unforgettably individuated narration, pop culture references, and poop jokes.  Although I’m mostly joking when I refer to Marco in my tags as “the one and only” (since this book is narrated by a gorilla), Ivan does remind me of Marco with his sometimes-toxic determination to see the best of every possible situation when grief and anger allow him no other outlet for his feelings and the terrifying lengths to which he will go in order to protect his found family.

3. My Teacher Flunked the Planet, Bruce Coville

  • Although the entire My Teacher is an Alien series is really well-written and powerful, this book is definitely my favorite because in many ways it’s sort of an anti-Animorphs.  Whereas Animorphs (at least in my opinion) is a story about the battle for personal freedom and privacy, with huge emphasis on one’s inner identity remaining the same even as one’s physical shape changes, My Teacher Flunked the Planet is about how maybe the answer to all our problems doesn’t come from violent struggle for personal freedoms, but from peaceful acceptance of common ground among all humans.  There’s a lot of intuitive appeal in reading about the protagonists of a war epic all shouting “Free or dead!” before going off to battle (#13) but this series actually deconstructs that message as blind and excessive, especially when options like “all you need is love” or “no man is an island” are still on the table.

4. Moon Called, Patricia Briggs

  • I think this book is the only piece of adult fiction on this whole list, and that’s no accident: the Mercy Thompson series is all about the process of adulthood and how that happens to interact with the presence of the supernatural in one’s life.  The last time I tried to make a list of my favorite fictional characters of all time, it ended up being about 75% Mercy Thompson series, 24% Animorphs, and the other 1% was Eugenides Attolis (who I’ll get back to in my rec for The Theif).  These books are about a VW mechanic, her security-administrator next door neighbor, her surgeon roommate, her retail-working best friend and his defense-lawyer boyfriend, and their cybersecurity frenemy.  The fact that half those characters are supernatural creatures only serves to inconvenience Mercy as she contemplates how she’s going to pay next month’s rent when a demon destroyed her trailer, whether to get married for the first time at age 38 when doing so would make her co-alpha of a werewolf pack, what to do about the vampires that keep asking for her mechanic services without paying, and how to be a good neighbor to the area ghosts that only she can see.  

5. The Thief, Megan Whalen Turner

  • This book (and its sequel A Conspiracy of Kings) are the ones that I return to every time I struggle with first-person writing and no Animorphs are at hand.  Turner does maybe the best of any author I’ve seen of having character-driven plots and plot-driven characters.  This book is the story of five individuals (with five slightly different agendas) traveling through an alternate version of ancient Greece and Turkey with a deceptively simple goal: they all want to work together to steal a magical stone from the gods.  However, the narrator especially is more complicated than he seems, which everyone else fails to realize at their own detriment. 

6. Homecoming, Cynthia Voight

  • Critics have compared this book to a modern, realistic reimagining of The Boxcar Children, which always made a lot of sense to me.  It’s the story of four children who must find their own way from relative to relative in an effort to find a permanent home, struggling every single day with the question of what they will eat and how they will find a safe place to sleep that night.  The main character herself is one of those unforgettable heroines that is easy to love even as she makes mistake after mistake as a 13-year-old who is forced to navigate the world of adult decisions, shouldering the burden of finding a home for her family because even though she doesn’t know what she’s doing, it’s not like she can ask an adult for help.  Too bad the Animorphs didn’t have Dicey Tillerman on the team, because this girl shepherds her family through an Odysseus-worthy journey on stubbornness alone.

7. High Wizardry, Diane Duane

  • The Young Wizards series has a lot of good books in it, but this one will forever be my favorite because it shows that weird, awkward, science- and sci-fi-loving girls can save the world just by being themselves.  Dairine Callahan was the first geek girl who ever taught me it’s not only okay to be a geek girl, but that there’s power in empiricism when properly applied.  In contrast to a lot of scientifically “smart” characters from sci-fi (who often use long words or good grades as a shorthand for conveying their expertise), Dairine applies the scientific method, programming theory, and a love of Star Wars to her problem-solving skills in a way that easily conveys that she—and Diane Duane, for that matter—love science for what it is: an adventurous way of taking apart the universe to find out how it works.  This is sci-fi at its best. 

8. Dr. Franklin’s Island, Gwyneth Jones

  • If you love Animorphs’ body horror, personal tragedy, and portrayal of teens struggling to cope with unimaginable circumstances, then this the book for you!  I’m only being about 80% facetious, because this story has all that and a huge dose of teen angst besides.  It’s a loose retelling of H.G. Wells’s classic The Island of Doctor Moreau, but really goes beyond that story by showing how the identity struggles of adolescence interact with the identity struggles of being kidnapped by a mad scientist and forcibly transformed into a different animal.  It’s a survival story with a huge dose of nightmare fuel (seriously: this book is not for the faint of heart, the weak of stomach, or anyone who skips the descriptions of skin melting and bones realigning in Animorphs) but it’s also one about how three kids with a ton of personal differences and no particular reason to like each other become fast friends over the process of surviving hell by relying on each other.  

9. Sideways Stories from Wayside School, Louis Sachar

  • Louis Sachar is the only author I’ve ever seen who can match K.A. Applegate for nihilistic humor and absurdist horror layered on top of an awesome story that’s actually fun for kids to read.  Where he beats K.A. Applegate out is in terms of his ability to generate dream-like surrealism in these short stories, each one of which starts out hilariously bizarre and gradually devolves into becoming nightmare-inducingly bizarre.  Generally, each one ends with an unsettling abruptness that never quite relieves the tension evoked by the horror of the previous pages, leaving the reader wondering what the hell just happened, and whether one just wet one’s pants from laughing too hard or from sheer existential terror.  The fact that so much of this effect is achieved through meta-humor and wordplay is, in my opinion, just a testament to Sachar’s huge skill as a writer. 

10. Magyk, Angie Sage

  • As I mentioned, the Septimus Heap series is probably the second most powerful portrayal of the effect of war on children that I’ve ever encountered; the fact that the books are so funny on top of their subtle horror is a huge bonus as well.  There are a lot of excellent moments throughout the series where the one protagonist’s history as a child soldier (throughout this novel he’s simply known as “Boy 412″) will interact with his stepsister’s (and co-protagonist’s) comparatively privileged upbringing.  Probably my favorite is the moment when the two main characters end up working together to kill a man in self-defense, and the girl raised as a princess makes the horrified comment that she never thought she’d actually have to kill someone, to which her stepbrother calmly responds that that’s a privilege he never had; the ensuing conversation strongly implies that his psyche has been permanently damaged by the fact that he was raised to kill pretty much from infancy, but all in a way that is both child-friendly and respectful of real trauma.  
On Thoughtforms

-Ciie from Ophidian by Rydre Dusks/Little Lu

I’ve been getting a lot of messages about what thoughtforms are as of late. These are, in short, some sort of sentient or non-sentient construct that has been created and given energy by its creator. Thoughtforms are your imaginary friends, your story characters, your comic art, your personas. These beings may not be classified as spirits or astral entities, but in a sense they are beings all the same.

What makes a thoughtform?

Artists, writers, children, everybody makes thoughtforms often without realizing it. When a person projects their thoughts, they are slowly forming an interesting being up there in the astral with all those traits. Thoughtforms can take on the appearance of anything in particular. I made thoughtforms a lot as a kid, but at the same time I also interacted with spirits on a regular basis. They are not weaker than spirits or entities, unless they are created that way. A great example would be one of my pride and joy thoughtforms Ciie. A concept of heinous experiments gone awry. Ciie is part human, part snake, but not in the sense that makes this hybrid appealing to the eye. Ciie was kidnapped and fused to a snake-like lower half, forced into this manner by several psychotic religious scientists intent on recreating the concept of their ophidian god.

Oh how cruel! I’m hearing you all say. You did this to him against his will and now he’s stuck like this?! You’re horrible!

Well, that leads into my next part I want to talk about. I didn’t realize, at the time that I made Ciie, that he would be a thoughtform. Ciie was originally the main protagonist of my book Ophidian. But what set Ciie apart from other characters of mine is that I put a lot of intent into him. I wanted to talk to him on a personal level. Ciie was my first accidental thoughtform during my writing years. It wasn’t until he spoke back to me one day that I realized what I had done. Ciie was then living, and in a tremendous amount of pain. I felt horrible. I wanted to change him again… back to being human or something much less cruel. But he refused.

“You created me, and you created my story. Finish the story so I can find some peace.”

So despite his harrowing appearance, Ciie wanted to stay the way he was. He and I didn’t talk much after that. He went through a lot of different feelings toward me, and really wasn’t sure how to feel in the end, but I slowly created him friends and family to comfort him and keep him safe while I wrote out his story. I created a world for him to inhabit. I created the antagonists so he could have battles against them and actually feel like he was getting somewhere. I did all of this as I wrote.

Ciie isn’t the only thoughtform in my family group whom I have close interactions with. I have many. Hyperstar–who is literally a galactic rainbow-puking alien with stars for ears, Jim–a friendly black and greenish headcrab from the Half-Life universe, P–a deep speaking, story-telling dragon who hails from the land of Skyrim, T–a multi-armed human ghost who flirts with me, and Dr. Roosevelt–an insane doctor from the 1800s who prefers bone saws and syringes over orthodox treatments.

-T, the multi-armed ghost

So how do you differentiate a thoughtform from a spirit?

This is actually an intriguing question that is a little difficult to answer. In some cases, you can’t. But if the thoughtfrm is yours, it’s much easier to tell. Thoughtforms tend to do exactly as you want them to. If ever you are face to face with an entity that you cannot differentiate, try using your mind to change their appearance. Imagine them with a beard if they are female, or imagine them sprouting wings, or something else bizarre or unlike them. If it happens without any repercussions, chances are you’ve got a thoughtform. If the being gets miffed at you for projecting your energies onto them, or they make some sort of reaction you were not expecting, it’s pretty easy to assume they are a spirit or astral entity.

“I don’t like thoughtforms. They just don’t exactly cut it for me.”

I read this a lot, and it honestly saddens me. Like I stated before, thoughtforms can be powerful, and in fact some of my closest friends are thoughtforms, and there is nothing wrong with that. I don’t know where I would be if I didn’t have my once-imaginary friends with me, whether or not they were created with purpose.

So tell me about servitors.

Okay, so servitors are a bit different. Servitors are thoughtforms, but they are thoughtforms created for a specific purpose. Some of them are created to be sexual with their companions, and some are created to fill their companions with happiness, like Hyperstar does for me. Others might be created to help boost memory, keep a designated area protected, or even eat up negative energies.

What about pop culture spirits?

This is just my UPG, so take it for what it’s worth. But pop culture spirits are, without a doubt, thoughtforms. Unless the creator comes forward and outright says, “This character is actually a spirit/entity I met,” chances are it’s a thoughtform who has gained popularity through TV shows, games, books, urban legends, creepypastas, etc. So yeah… If you believe in thoughtforms but don’t believe in pop culture spirits, you’re kinda missing some facts, in my opinion. Yes, there can be multiples of the same kind of pop culture spirit. I’ve met The Doctor in my dreams before. I’ve also met a Bonnie from FNAF, and have created a variation of Freddy Kruger for a client.

But whether or not your being you interact with on a daily or routine basis is a thoughtform really shouldn’t matter. As another opinion of mine, it’s perfectly fine to have imaginary friends. I’ve even had some thoughtforms perform poltergeist-like activity in our household in the past, so there is strength in intent.

So what’s the deal with Western Tulpas?

Now I’m still in the process of learning about the creation of Tulpas, so my views on them might be a little skewed. Western variations of Tulpas are also types of thoughtforms, but created in a unique fashion that sets them apart from said thoughtforms. Many Tulpas have the capacity to learn and grow like any regular being would, and many of them don’t even have a concept of their creation and firmly believe they are living beings. This is just what I have discovered, anyway. YOUR INTERPRETATION IS PROBABLY DIFFERENT SO DON’T HARP ON ME.

There’re a lot of details I’m probably missing, but like I said, I’m not as familiar with the concept of Tulpas as I am with thoughtforms in general. I know there are some people who actually use those two words interchangeably, so it might all just be a matter of opinion in the end.

This is Zenith. He is a ball-jointed doll (Originally a Little Kliff from Little Monica) that I turned into my magick vessel for a very real and very powerful divining thoughtform. In some groups you might call a doll like this a magick child. In others it is a Tulpa’s vessel. Zenith’s sentience was created as a protective ward, a divination enhancer, and a fronter for my personality. Not only does he have the ability to leave his vessel whenever he wishes, he also has the ability to communicate with my friends and family whenever he wants.

And yes… he sees through a lot of bullshit I may not catch. He’s also moved on his own a couple times, so I like to tell people to be careful around him. ;) But he’s my little buddy, and we are practically inseparable.

There’s my bit on thoughtforms. I’m hoping my post will clear up any questions others might have about my views on what I believe they are. I have a lot of respect for people who devote time and energy into making best friends for themselves, and I know my thoughtform friends are all very content to exist.

Don’t you think he looks tired?

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(or, why anna is super fucking excited that chris chibnall is the new show runner of doctor who)

Preemptive warning that this is a huge fandom switch, guys. I know, I know, I’m a Star Trek blog, but Anna was a Doctor fan first, and the Whovian blood runs deep. Point being, if you’re here for McCoy, skip this one. If you’re a fan of Anna’s Overanalyzing, Doctor Who, Chris Chibnall, RTD, or even The Moff, stick around, because this is the post for you. 

Below the cut, Anna discusses the merits of the Russel T. Davies era, the strengths and shortcomings of Steven Moffat’s vision of the Doctor, the many shining qualities of BBC’s Broadchurch, and her hype for Chris Chibnall as the new Doctor Who show runner.

(holy hot damn, I’ve outdone myself this time)

I am getting really fucking sick of the Doctor, guys.

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thiefofnobility  asked:

The point people are making isn't how big or little the comments will be. The point is it's completely out of character for the First Doctor to say any such thing. The point is that Moffat is reinventing an important character trait for the sole purpose of trying to be relevant to the times, when it really isn't necessary in any way. And then using "well he IS from the 60s" as an excuse, despite the fact he isn't actually from the 60s.

I’m afraid I have to disagree, quite firmly. I understand this is an issue people feel quite strongly about, but I’m not going to admit I’m wrong because, in this case, I have a firmly held critical opinion and believe I am justified in expressing it.

Yes, the character isn’t from the sixties (though, let’s remember, it’s unclear where he is from back in Hartnell’s time, it’s initially suggested he’s a human from the future if anything). But the writing is. And a few progressive shining stars like Verity Lambert aren’t going to lift everything out of the cesspit of human injustice. And it shows in the writing, including that of the character of the first Doctor.

Context never can be erased from writing. Never. And it absolutely, absolutely shows in how the first Doctor was written. Of course, Doctor Who transcends that. Doctor Who can transcend most anything. But it’s always there. I certainly noticed it a lot when watching the classic series several years back, and I have a far more critical eye now than I did then.

This isn’t reinvention. It’s just making the implicit issues explicit text and dealing with them. Hell, the show’s done it with more recent eras already (even eras by the same people!) with things as little as the Twelfth Doctor pondering why everything is called “sexy” now, or responding to Donna’s ending with Clara. The show’s always going to be reflecting on itself. That’s fine. That’s how it moves forward, and Twice Upon a Time is very much about moving forward, specifically to Jodie Whittaker, which I think is rather safe to call a progressive endpoint. And I’m sure give it a few years and we’ll be laughing about how the show was so white up until the Fourteenth Doctor came along and sorted it all out.

Take Susan’s departure, for example, which I mentioned the other day. And I know I’m just fishing for controversy here. I don’t like that feeling, but equally, I’m not going to shut myself up when people keep pushing me to voice something rather angrily like you just have. So I will admit, it’s a good moment. Hartnell utterly shines. It’s iconic for a reason. And yet, personally, I find it uncomfortably chauvinist in a way that is indicative of the era. The Doctor is generally overbearing and paternalistic towards Susan, but this is a particularly bad case. He has stripped her of agency numerous times and infantilized her, but this really takes the cake. Earlier in the serial we get beautiful moments like Susan rejecting the whole heteronormative labor thing, saying “I eat” when asked if she can cook. God, I love that moment. But her ending up with David, that’s treated as her way of growing up and living the life she should have. Travelling the universe isn’t good enough, I suppose, nor leaving on your own terms. You’ve gotta be dumped off to be the housewife of the first man who gives you googly eyes. I get the feeling if we were to see a televised continuation of that at the time, it’d be about her learning to cook and clean and raise children and become a good little wife.

Seriously, those lines are loaded. “I want you to belong somewhere, to have roots of your own. With David, you’ll be able to find those roots and live normally like any woman should do.” Yikes. Gotta be a wife and give up adventuring to be fulfilled, apparently. It’s not cruelly intended or anything, it’s just good old fashioned gendered expectations of the time. Meant sweetly, but from a modern eye, horrific. Same as the spring cleaning line David Bradley has, sweet and harmless in the sixties, eyebrow raising now. It’s implicit, culturally ingrained chauvinism, that wouldn’t impact an alien from the future, but would absolutely impact how men (and let’s not pretend otherwise, it was overwhelmingly men writing, directing, and producing, and generally straight white ones, there’s a reason the ones who weren’t are so worth emphasizing) would represent one.

When people say, “Well, he is from the sixties,” they don’t mean the character diegetically. They mean the world of the production, which always will seep through into any media. No media ever truly exists in a vacuum from politics and ideology, that’s a basic first lesson of media studies.

The chauvinism’s not something active or malicious, but it is, in my perspective, something that does happen a lot in the era, including through the Doctor. Not big things, just a bunch of little ones. That happens to pretty much all fiction, impacted by its context. And it seems like those little things will give birth to little reflective moments in a bigger and more interesting episode.

At the end of the day, though, really, I just want to be excited about my favorite show having one of my favorite Doctors return to close off one of my favorite eras.


     To whoever originally made this meme: I am truly sorry for the rant I’m about to go on, because I know you meant this to be funny, and it is. But this scene is incredibly important to the character development of, well, pretty much everyone– but especially Jack.
    Right from the beginning, Jack believed in the Doctor. This rogue Time Agent just hooks up with this clearly insane alien and decides that this is the man he’ll follow, come Hell or high water. Jack the renegade, the criminal, the con man, the torture master (see Torchwood season 1, “Countrycide,”) decides that he’s going to owe his loyalty to this total stranger in a blue box– all because the Doctor came back for him when his ship was about to blow rather than let him die. He calls him “sir.” He enforces his wishes. He throws himself into danger for him. Then Station 5 happens, and Jack knows full well that they could all die, and what does he say? “Never doubted him, never will!” And not only does he march willingly into the jaws of his own death, he turns commando and encourages others to die in this man’s name as well. And die he does– brutally, quickly, and with all the attitude of a man who has chosen his own fate.
    He wanted to believe that the Doctor would never have intentionally abandoned him on Station 5. We can see it in his face when the TARDIS disappear. His idol wouldn’t just leave him there to die, or for dead. And when he makes it to Earth, what leads Torchwood straight to him? “Just you wait until I find the Doctor!” “The Doctor will fix me!” He’s as stubborn in his faith as everything else.
     But the Doctor doesn’t come. And doesn’t come. And doesn’t come.
     And every day, as Jack cuts himself shaving and the nicks heal, as he gets into barfight after barfight and comes away unscathed, as bullets go through his skull like noise through an eardrum, his faith gets just a little more battered. And a just a little more bitter. And the days turn into decades. And the decades turn a century. And Jack’s loved ones drop dead, and he remains, and the Doctor still doesn’t come.
     He’s almost given up hope. He’s got his little team. It’s enough, isn’t it? Isn’t it?
     And then he hears the wheez of those blessed engines, and for the first time in a hundred and fifty years, he feels alive.
     He almost misses the TARDIS, but that’s okay, he’ll hold on. He doesn’t realize that the Doctor is running from him as hard as he’s running to him. He doesn’t know that the Doctor saw him coming and intentionally tried to get away. (What the fudge, Doctor?)
      “You abandoned me,” he accuses, facing this man who has to be the Doctor but looks nothing like the man he died for all those years ago. And the Doctor can’t even come up with a decent excuse. “Got busy,” my left butt cheek.
     He doesn’t get a decent answer until he’s up to his eyeballs in radiation, and the Doctor has known all along. He did it all, leaving him and staying away, on purpose. But Jack starts cracking jokes! He should have been so bitter! But he knows now that he’s “wrong,” and maybe he deserves the Doctor’s ire, just like he did back in 1945 during the nanogene incident.
     The Master, the Toclafane, that’s all just part and parcel of running with the Doctor, and he’s okay with it. Mostly. Sort of. You can even see him smile at the Doctor when Martha’s gone (season 3, The Sound of Drums,) as if to say “Good work, getting her safe.” Even though they’re both trapped in the Master’s ship with no visible hope of escape. But the Doctor will figure it out.
     The world is burning. The Master reigns supreme. And it’s true that the Doctor’s basically disabled, so you can’t blame him, not really…except Jack does. Just a bit. Because this is the man who’s outsmarted Daleks and left planets safe thanks to his brilliance, yet there Jack remains, chained in a room with no sunlight and tortured for the amusement of a madman. (Which Time Lord that’s referencing is almost irrelevant at this point.) And it’s not just Jack who’s suffering. Every human being still alive lives in mortal terror, and Martha’s family are slaves. Even Lucy shows signs of abuse. The Doctor’s desire to save the Master is laudable, but at this stage of the game, utterly irrational. At the very least he should have defeated the Master first and then tried to redeem him, leaving the innocents of Earth out of the equation. This is one of the few times we see the Doctor act like the arrogant Time Lords from whom he tried so hard to distance himself, so desperate to hold onto this last piece of his race, planet, culture, that he’s willing to let this atrocity play out for his end game. Leave humanity out of it this time, Doctor. No one else volunteered to risk their lives to save that bloodthirsty maniac.
     Jack’s the first one on the Valiant to join his whispered, bruised, battered faith to the psychic network that will revive the Doctor. In spite of all the pain he’s suffered, not just at the hands of the Master but throughout his inhumanly long life, he throws his faith behind this madman with a box who has simply got to save those people on the planet below. Jack needs those people safe just as much as the Doctor ever did.
     The Doctor told Jack that he was “wrong.” That he was never supposed to exist. That he ran away from him because looking at this man who admires him above all others is just too difficult. But he’s willing to keep the Master on the TARDIS indefinitely, maybe forever.
     What exactly is the point of loving and believing in someone who barely acknowledges that you exist?
     And so we come to this scene. Jack’s not just tired, not just recovering from injuries, not just battling PTSD. He’s disillusioned. He’s lost what little was left of his idealized version of the Doctor, the one he maybe tried to believe didn’t leave him behind on purpose, the one who would SURELY come back for him and tell him he’s done good. The one who would make all his suffering worth it. This Doctor MADE him suffer. This Doctor could have saved them all, but tried to save the Master instead. He’s shown where his priorities truly lie– and Jack isn’t even a factor.
     “Jack Harkness is just a slut,” so proclaim the naysayers. But what kind of person who is “just a slut” could smile at the Doctor the way Jack does as he says good-bye, knowing finally that he’ll never truly have a place at the side of the man he waited a century for, and still manages to forgive him?

Captain Jack Harkness. The Man Who Waited. The Man Who Believed. The Man Who Deserved an Apology. The Man Who Should Have Had Better.


Mulder remembers when Scully came back from the dead the first time.

They were so young then. It had seemed impossible, at thirty-three, to contemplate the rest of his life without her, and really he’d barely known her at all. He’d signed the paperwork that told the doctors to pull the plug, never imagining that it would come to pass; he remembers the regret, thick like bile in his throat.

He remembers the phone call, how all the air left his body at once. He remembers hovering at the threshold of her hospital room. He remembers how blue her eyes were, and how wide.

He holds her wrist in his hand, lightly, feeling for the pulse that beats there. There is more gray in her hair now, she is thinner, she is stronger.

“I didn’t think you’d be here,“ he says. He shifts just a little, and the couch groans under their weight. "I was looking for a message. A letter. Something.”

She snuggles up against him. “I wanted to wait here for a few days. Just in case.”

“What about Will?”

“He’s safe,” she says. “We’ve been living in a settlement not too far from here. He’s still there. With Matthew.”

He whistles low. “Matt’s alive? Good kid.”

“I couldn’t believe it,” she admits. “I’d left messages for him in a dozen towns, but I never thought he’d find them.”

It makes him wonder who else is out there, old friends or enemies. There is still so much they don’t know.

“If this isn’t where you live, where are we?”

She swallows. “Hell.“ She looks around the living room and he follows her gaze, takes in the wood paneling, the slipcovered furniture. It all looks pretty innocuous to him. After a moment she adds, “There’s a field of bodies behind the house.”

She says it the way you might comment on an unusual decor choice, like something worth noting, but not worth thinking about.

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“We did it!”

Sometimes the Doctor was just a little bit too cheery. Although, in this case, he was perfectly justified. You did just escape death-by-exploding-TARDIS, after all, and that was worth being cheerful for.

“Yeah,” you breathed, slumped against the control console. Man, that was a close one. That could have been bad. Very bad. Death-bad. “We did.”

What you had done, you weren’t sure, but the Doctor had told you to do it and the mauve alarm had stopped flashing and that shrill whistle was finally silent and the TARDIS wasn’t rocking back and forth anymore, so you could only assume that it had worked. And that you weren’t going to die, which was good.

The Doctor was at your side out of nowhere. “You okay?”

“Fine,” you assured him, but he didn’t seem convinced.

“C'mere,” he murmured, pulling you into a hug. “Shh, easy. It’s okay.”

“I just said I’m fine,” you muttered, but who were you to resist a hug from the Doctor? You gripped the fabric of his suit, not wanting to pull away. Every hug from the Doctor was something you treasured. If you were smart, you wouldn’t torture yourself with all this closeness, all this touching that would have been, from any human, rather suggestive of… something. Anything. Any possibility of a thing that was vaguely more-than-friendly-like. But no, of course this was not so with the Doctor. He couldn’t just-

Oh, who were you kidding? The Doctor was a romantic; he just wasn’t a romantic with you.

And just so, you thought. He was, as some might put it, “way out of your league.” And you knew it. So you wouldn’t sulk like a little girl. No. You would sulk like a grown woman, staying up ‘til the crack of dawn with your favorite food and a good movie and some stolen hugs from the Doctor.

“If you say so,” the Doctor finally conceded. “How about we stay in tonight, huh? I think that was more than enough near-death experience for one evening.”

“Definitely,” you agreed. Well, it was time for a shower. Or a bath. And a nap. That had been an exhausting experience. Or, well, if you were going to make this an indulge-myself-because-I-nearly-died therapy session, why not take a nap in a bath? The TARDIS would keep the water fresh and warm and it wasn’t like anyone was going to care if you got pruny. Oh, yes. This was a good idea. There was only one obstacle between you and a therapy bath that potentially could include bubbles.

The Doctor wasn’t letting go.

“Mm… Doctor?”

“Oh!” The Doctor took a few steps back from you, smiling sheepishly. “Sorry.”

“No problem,” you said, and in a desperate attempt to make sure he hadn’t gotten the wrong idea, you said, “I like hugs.”

Well, dumber things had been said by you before, but the Doctor was either oblivious or was kindly ignoring the blurb of awkward that had just slipped out of your mouth.

“Um… well, y'see, the thing is…” The Doctor was doing that eye thing, where he would look at you a bit sideways and squint. It always made him look a bit guilty, although the expression was actually a sign of anxiousness, you were discovering. He scratched the back of his neck, another anxious habit, and you were immediately on alert. "You’re brilliant, you know that?“

"You might have mentioned it once or twice.” He had. It was like his catchphrase. Save the Earth? You’re brilliant! Talk to aliens without being weirded out? You’re brilliant! Give him a banana? You’re brilliant! But then again, you tried not to take anything the Doctor said too seriously. He had once been in the habit of calling you foolish girl and stupid ape, so you knew his words, even the complimentary ones, were to be taken with a grain of salt.

“No, I mean, really brilliant,” the Doctor insisted. “I mean, we do this stuff, all the time, nearly dying, and sometimes you lose your cool but you never give up. And regeneration! You stuck through regeneration and just accepted that I’m still me even though I’m nothing like old me was, and nobody does that!”

Ah. The Regeneration Incident. That had been a lot of fun. You wondered if this was finally the day when you would look back on that event and laugh off how traumatizing it had been for everyone involved, but the Doctor didn’t look to be in the laughing mood. And, he wasn’t done.

The Doctor was swaying back and forth on his feet, scuffing his trainers and running his hands through his hair. You leaned back a little bit, confused. He should be relaxed, not stressed out. You had just successfully survived. What was his problem?

“Do you know that I watch you?”

… Well. That was a new one. “Um…”

“I do,” he said, working his jaw. “I watch you. I know humans get a bit freaked out by that, but it’s a Gallifreyan thing. We watch time, we watch the universe, we watch… important things. I watch you 'cause I can’t not watch you. Because you’re in my brain, all the time. I’m afraid of lettin’ my gob run without checking it, because I know that if I’m not careful, I’m gonna mention you every other sentence. That’s mad!” He wildly threw his arms up in the air to emphasize his point, but you thought the way his hair was defying gravity was probably a better illustration. Wait, no, it was time to be serious. The Doctor was being serious. Leave the hair alone. Do not fantasize about ruffling. “That’s absolutely insane! Loco, bonkers, off my rocker! My big, superior, Time Lord brain, and all I can think about is…”

There were a lot of directions this could be going in, but you had half an idea that it was going somewhere emotionally dangerous. “Is..?”

The Doctor stepped close to you, so close that you thought that he was going for another hug, but his hands -his manly, hairy hands that he was so proud of- reached up to cup your face. He leaned down so that his forehead nearly bumped yours.

“You fill my head,” he said in a hushed, reverent tone, and you noted that his breath smelled like banana and cinnamon. That was, of course, before you realized exactly what it was that he said. 'You fill my head.’ Your heart stuttered at the implication. "I hate going on adventures without you. I want to show you everything, I want to know what you think; I want to have you be with me, always. Forever. Because you were my best mate, and you still are, but you’re so much more than that and you’re amazing and brilliant and if I ever lose you I don’t think I’ll… and I just… I want… Please.“

"I…” What were you supposed to say? I love you? No, you couldn’t say that! No, no, no-no-no. Your mind went to Red Alert when you realized that the Doctor was waiting for some sort of response and you were so without a proper answer that you were learning the true meaning of the phrase 'tongue like lead.’

Wait, what was he doing? He was pulling away!

You looked, and the disappointment and hurt in his eyes was like a punch in the gut.

“It’s alright,” he said with a weak, thin smile that lied, lied, lied, filthy lying liar who lies. “I didn’t expect you to feel the same-”

It was only two seconds. Maybe just one. But in those two-seconds-maybe-one, your experienced what the Doctor might have identified as some sort of Time Sense. You saw your life, from this point on, without the Doctor. It wasn’t half bad. In fact, it was quite pleasant. You were married, successful in a career that you enjoyed, and surrounded by friends you would gain over the years. But then you imagined life with the Doctor. It was wild, and a bit scary, and there were certainly no mortgages or commuting to work. But you had a key to the TARDIS, and the Doctor looked at you like you held the universe, and there were no boundaries. No walls or fences. And you were so, so happy. With him.

And that only took a second or two. He had dropped his hands from your face and was pulling away, but oh no. That was not gonna happen, not if you had anything to say about it.

You reached out, grabbed the straying Doctor by the collar of his coat (the tie had been tempting but not within reach), and yanked him back to you. Forget whether or not it was in your nature, forget whether or not you were the sort to make life-changing decisions in a split-second, and please, forget caution! Throw it to the wind! Because you were not letting him get away. Not this time, and not because you were too silent to tell him-

“I love you.”

Your imagination realized that it made an error in its prediction of the future and corrected this mistake by adding kissing to the 'stay and love the Doctor forever’ scenario. Lots and lots of kissing. Because the Doctor was good, which was saying something, considering that he was practically attacking your mouth with his mouth. Points for the noises, though. He was whimpering, and you were quite sure that it was the most adorable, desperate sound you had ever heard.

“You mean it?” he panted into your mouth when your mouths finally broke contact, sounding far too close to heartbroken. “Really?”

“I do,” you answered, your bottom lip brushing against his. “More than anything.”

He would say it back to you later. You knew he would. In the meantime, he was going to enthusiastically teach you about all the different types of kisses in the universe. There was, apparently, a whole book about that particular subject. And he had been reading a lot lately.

so the RTD companions are introduced so that you know everything important about them in their first episode. Martha: difficult family, med student, rational/logical intelligence, seeks authority, swallows own needs, already knows aliens exist, loves the universe even when it really sucks, unrequited love. Donna in PiC: forceful, independent, horrid mum, lovely grand-dad, sarcastic funny, misses everything, mysterious coincidences, helpful job skills. Rose: ordinary, lower-class, wants more, kinda nice kinda self-absorbed mum/boyfriend, perceptive, intuitive, takes initiative, instantly takes to the Doctor…
it’s all there, big and obvious, and if there’s anything introduced later it’s just details, and even when they should be really important (eg idealisation of dead dad) they don’t make much impact to people’s perception of the character. 

and Moffat haha no.

it’s all details, and they matter.

‘cause Amelia praying to Santa, that’s just a silly kid right? so when she says “either way it’s my only chance of seeing him again” you miss the implied belief in an afterlife. you miss what it means to believe in stars that never existed. so a raggedy man who never existed just looks like the relationship, nothing to do with Amy’s character traits. 
if you peg Amy as “flirty fiesty violent sex object’ you misss. a) everything, lol. b) her ability with technology, whether it’s a video recording or Silurian motorised transport disk or making a sonic probe or w/e. no, you think. she’s just sometimes snarky or violent.what just happened? a one-off. irrellevant.
if Amy’s just generically flirty, she doesn’t have serious issues with commitment, so changing jobs isn’t her struggling towards stability. it’s a barbie doll character chaning dresses, and terrible writing. if you feel like she’s just eye-candy then her sexual confidence just sounds like excuses. you won’t wonder what it means that she takes a job of wearing costumes, or that she goes under-cover again, for vampires and orphanages.  if you take her overwhelmedness at blitz london as generic, you miss how she fangirls over over van gogh (you miss that, so you think her art is only ever about the doctor, even when she paints stars) so you think ‘my favourite subjecct at school’ is a bland joke, not her actual character traits being expressed. you think nothing at all of her admiration of nefertiti.

nobody saw Clara yank a laptop of the doctor and thought ‘needs control’. but you miss, that; you see Clara tell the TARDIS I don’t care if you die and peg it as ‘cute’; taking command of a washed-up battalion of soldiers ‘comes out of nowhere’; suddenly it’s Christmas and you’re staring at the screen wondering what? bossy control freak? since when? you decide it’s invented, show-not-tell, she’s done being a plot device so know we make up a personality, eh? poor writing, naturally.
you see her book of 101 places to go and sigh:generic desire to travel, you mutter sagely, and you tune out when Ellie encourages Clara to explore , you never consider how it’s linked to her hero worship of her mother (the dead mother more important for how she lived than how she died, how rare is that?) never notice the other motives boiling away; the need to be needed (’the adverts are in’ ‘here as long as you need me’;’just saw a little girl who needed help’;’best of all, he really needs you’)a making herself over into a hero (from ‘i say leg it’ to ‘no point telling you it is dangerous’, ‘dare me’ when she’s scared of ghosts, the triumph of “i’m not afraid, i’ll leave that to you’) or how that links to Ellie and the story of how she saved Dave, or that she saved Clara on the beach, or that Clara twice specifically remembers her mother’s words as motivation to save the day. after all, this is moffat era we’re talking about. if you have to think about it to come to a conclusion, that means it’s just headcanon.
Clara thinks the best chapter of a book is one that makes you cry your eyes out? that’s not evidence of her romantic/tragic view of stories, that’s evidence of moffat’s ego-size. not even general book love, even if she knows the plot by chapters and she brings a book on her first adventure and her shelves are always stacked and she’s reading in the tardis and and and. she doesn’t have preferences, her tea love is just. idk. non-existent?
and if she’s just cute flawless ‘spunky companion’ she can’t have a particular phiolosophical flavour of intelligence tin series 7that solidifies in s8, and she can’t be callous and she can’t be ruthless and she can’t be manipulative–she’s just, idk, part of moffat’s obssession with lies or something. in an abusivve relationship, that’s a good one. as long as you say there’s no build-up you can ignore the importance of honesty and amidst lies and the danny is to clara as she is to others… that would require both to have traits, impossible.
if clara’s just skipping from job to job you don’t think about how she’s always working kids, how she uses her teaching experiences, how it frames a character when her normal life is a job first not family. if you’re thinking Clara’s suddenly a bad teacher you miss that she’s losing touch with humanity when she overlooks Maebh.
if you expect moffat’s work to have inconsistent characterisation and zero character development, of course you come off the rails at the hair-pin turn that is kill the moon/mummy express/flatline. you don’t notice the connections, or how it’s the war between [sensible yet impulsive] [ordinary vs story] [responsible or adventure] that’s always fueled her being decided in favour of the Other, this time with added lies and addiction. (do you love being the woman making the impossible choice? of course.)

Gravitational Pull

Request: Spencer and Reader get stranded together in the middle of nowhere?

Note: this was supposed to be smut but it turned out really fluffy? anyways im x files TRASH

“Ok, all I’m saying is that speculation doesn’t prove anything, you don’t really know what would’ve happened if Scully and Mulder had gotten married-” Spencer argued from the driver’s seat. You groaned and threw your head against your headrest. You were about to make a very valid point about Mulder’s subconscious tells when the FBI SUV you were both in slowed to a stop in the middle of the empty desert backroad.

“Uh, Reid…” You trailed off as the engine sputtered. He frowned at the steering wheel, pumping the gas. The engine sputtered.

“I think the engine died.” He looked up at you, brows furrowed. You pulled out your phone to dial Hotch, but there was no signal.

“I can’t get a signal out here. Spence, there isn’t a gas station for miles and it’s getting dark.” You said. He tried the gas pedal again, to no avail.

“The team knows we’re out here, and Garcia should be able to locate our phones. We’re just gonna have to wait.” Spencer said. You sighed. You might as well get comfortable.

The team was in Nevada investigating a recent string of babysitter killings, where the kid was left behind and the sitter was taken into the middle of the desert and shot execution-style. You and Reid had been the last ones to finish up some late-night paperwork at the local PD. The unsub had a week cooling-off period, and the last body was found two days ago. You’d all hit a dead end, and decided to call it a night.

You and Spencer were close friends. Well, at least from his point of view. You talked about all of the same nerdy shows with each other, went out for coffee together, and you considered each other your best friends. But you harbored feelings for your ‘best friend’. Specifically, non-platonic feelings. You’d been feeling the tug at your heart a little more intensely lately, and you’d been ignoring it as best you could. But several hours alone with Spencer? You didn’t know if you could handle it.

Spencer opened the door and hopped out of the car.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

“It’s more comfortable in the backseat. We’re gonna be here a while. You’re welcome to join me.” He said. He closed the car door and climbed in the back, and you followed suit. You sat in silence for a minute or two, unsure of what to talk about. You yawned rather loudly, stretching your arms.

“Are you tired?” Spencer looked over at you. You yawned again.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He chuckled. “Come here, you can lay on me.” He motioned for you to move towards him. You tried to swallow the lump in your throat, suddenly wide awake. You hesitantly shifted towards him, and leaned your head on his shoulder. Five minutes of fruitless attempts at sleeping later, Spencer broke the silence.

“You’re not sleeping. Is something wrong? Are you cold?” He said. Your mind sputtered, trying to think of excuses.

“I just, uh, I have a lot on my mind.” You stuttered out.

“What’s going on? You can tell me, I’m your best friend.” You groaned and sat up. “That’s the problem, Spencer!” You huffed.

“What are you talking about?” He sat up, a confused look on his face. You buried your head in your hands.

“I don’t wanna just be friends, Spencer. I can’t do this anymore.” You avoided his gaze and turned yours out of the window.

“You don’t wanna be friends with me anymore?” He said quietly. You could hear the sadness in his voice, and you turned around. He looked like you’d just shot him.

“No, that’s not what I mean! I mean it is, but not…” You trailed off, unsure of what to say.

“Then tell me, (y/n). You’ve been acting weird lately and if you don’t want to be around me anymore I understand, I just want to know why.” Spencer said. You ran a hand through your hair nervously.

“I do want to be around you, Spencer. I like you. Like, not in a friendly way. I have for a while, that’s why I’ve been so weird.” You confessed. Spencer stared at you for a few seconds. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking, he was hard to read sometimes. Then he leaned forward across the car, and gently pressed his lips to yours. You sank into him, and it felt like coming home. His hand brushed across your cheeks and cradled your head. You deepened the kiss, moving your lips against his. You could feel the passion behind the kiss, all of the pent-up emotion spilling out at once. Spencer broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against yours, catching his breath.

“You know, we’re kinda like Mulder and Scully. Two FBI agents in the same department, taking on bizarre cases, stuck out in the desert under the stars.” You smiled at him.

“Yeah, except we’re looking for humans, not aliens. And as far as I know, I don’t have a sister who was abducted.” He chuckled.

“There’s more similarities than you think. Two agents, feeling the gravitational pull towards each other…” You sat up, then leaned into Spencer, laying your head against his chest and gazing up at the stars outside your window.

“You know I love you, right?” Spencer said, his voice barely louder than a whisper. You smiled and burrowed closer to him.

“I know,” You smiled. “I love you too.” You fell asleep against him, dreaming about aliens, but mostly Spencer.

In the Aftermath

TITLE: In the Aftermath

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 1/ ?

AUTHOR: SecurityBreach


Loki gets complete amnesia, and the Avengers have to begrudgingly take him in. But to everyone’s surprise, he’s kind, sweet, soft-spoken, and basically just an absolute delight to be around.

He absolutely ADORES Thor now, he looks up to and admires him so much it’s adorable. Tony records ever second of it for blackmail at a later date.

RATING: General

NOTES/WARNINGS: frostiron (m/m, non graphic) for later chapters.


Even though his attempt at conquering Earth had gone wildly wrong, Loki didn’t stop to be a problem for SHIELD. He had suffered multiple injuries when the Hulk smashed him into Tony Stark’s floor, but those were healing quickly due to his alien resilience.

Still, Loki seemed to have severe problems with his memory and didn’t have a clue to who or where he was. First everybody thought that he was faking it, because he was known as a trickster and the god of mischief. This could might as well be a strategy to avoid punishment for his crimes.

A couple of tests later, the doctors at the SHIELD-hospital confirmed that Loki had complete amnesia.

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Lost Pieces

Ten x Reader

Request: Anon: Hey, I was wondering if you could do a 10th doctor imagine with prompts 4, 13 and 14 with angst and a happy ending?

Here you are anon! So, so, so, SO sorry this is so late. I just finished the quarter so I’m doing some heavy catch up. Hope you enjoy! Thanks for your patience, it is more than much appreciated! Xoxo

Title:Lost Pieces

Word Count: 2,551

You walked at your usual brisk pace as the sun’s rays tickled your exposed skin on your face, arms, and legs. The smell of fresh cut grass dancing through the air as it hit your nostrils, and the familiar sound of some kids riding past on their bikes. It felt good to be outside and walking down the familiar streets of your hometown, smiling to those who gave you a wave or greeted you. You had almost let summer pass you by without even thinking about going outside, and you found yourself genuinely enjoying yourself.

You had been going through a rough patch to say the least. Ever since the Doctor and you had parted ways earlier that year, you had been struggling to maintain a regular routine. Your family who only consisted of your younger sister lived an ocean away and didn’t really know the extent of how or why you were such a hermit, and your friend group believed you when you told them you were just really into your work. In all actuality you had been hurt so deeply, it was debilitating. You wondered if that was how all break ups and endings were for other people, but you couldn’t fathom that the “normal” times it happens that it involved an alien who took you on amazing adventures through time and space. No. You needed the time you did to feel better, and now you were finally able to start moving on.

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captain-crookedcloudcollector  asked:

I don't think you ever did your final write up on season 8 Kitty, you gonna get back to that?

aww man, i didnt finish it because i think ive done a pretty great job expressing my thoughts on season 8. it was freaking amazing? but im gonna write up some of what i planned for that post here.

favourite episodes:

  • two swords is good because it introduces us to the more violent fern and shows finn being a doctor for shits and giggles (foreshadowing?). i get good feelings from this ep. and these days, also sad ones.
  • high strangeness - tree trunks is pretty entertaining by herself but this episode had a glorious combination of comedy, quiet pain, and…. strangeness. seeing tree trunks be ooo’s greatest activist was nothing short of a golden meme factory. and it was a lttle sad seeing pb explain what it was all about, perhaps even questioning her own sanity here… as for the candy attacking the aliens, if you remember all of pen ward’s previous work, you sure do get a Little Pink Best Buds vibe.
  • jelly beans have power - yknow when they ended pb’s arc w the whole Being A Pragmatic Coldass back in the Cooler, i wondered if she was going to stay interesting or get boring. well, lets just say the AT crew have exceeded my expectations. not to mention season 8 SURE BRINGS UP A LOT OF COMPETITION in the whole “morally questionable science lady” area. after the whole King of Ooo stuff the princess has been trying to rebuild her relationship with her citizens, and to see her hot-headedness make it crumble apart… well it must have been like looking into your soul and seeing something dreadful.
  • All of Islands - yes this is cheating. do i give a fuck? no. uhhhh what were my fave eps? hide and seek was the part where i went “this is the best adventure time has ever been”. martin and minnie was not only realistic, making minnie my favourite side character to ever get that little screentime, it also hit all the right emotional notes as well as having a dash of humor. the light cloud kinda highlighted the differences between the humans and the oooish people, it made us all appreciate the wacky land of ooo I feel. finn could have had his life as a human and lived with his parents, but he would have possibly died during the plague, and he’d have never had all the amazing adventures that made him who he is. anyway finn’s kinda my second or third favourite character now which is a significant jump from a few years ago. 
  • all of elements because i just dont care. highlights: skyhooks was deeply ominous and had marshmalline humming greensleaves which is pretty gay, bespoken for looked like it was gonna be shitposty but ended up making betty of all people a compelling, sympathetic, and unpredictable character… the third one had the ice kingdom which i think is my second-favourite location… cloudy i didnt like on my first rewatch but on our rewatch i learnt to appreciate it for the heart-to-heart bro chat that it was… slime central had funky skating (slime kingdom ftw) and the BEST humor in the miniseries alongside jake fucking dying, happy warrior is my least favourite of the eps but thats because it was setup for the much more magnificient hero heart which is my favourite… the reason for that is because it’s worth the most analysis and has the heaviest atmosphere. from lsp eating marceline’s face to finn holding back his fear to pb going fucking nuts and all those chilling candy zombies, this was the climax of the miniseries for sure. skyhooks II was a cooldown after the climax and a sort of resolution. it could have been better but the way i think of it, we haven’t seen all the resolution yet. highlights? lsp being the hero (lol) and pb and marcy’s kingdom-takeover song. pb’s actions in elements make me think that the power made her exemplify all her negative, controlling traits. she tried to take over the other kingdoms to make people “happy” and they ended up losing all their individuality. remind you of The Thin Yellow Line? the same sorta goes for FP but not really cos FP’s only negative trait is her awful temper.
  • abstract because i fucking love jake. i know some people found this ep disappointing but i did not.
  • ketchup for best filler ep because it looked GORGEOUS, it made me SMILE, it had backstory and the tale of what Marceline did in Elements presented in such a charming way, we even saw BMO spin a tale about her mom…  I’m heartbroken that we probably wont be seeing any more guest animated episodes because this is my favourite one yet. 
  • whispers. I TOO AM DOOM. *thunk thak thunk thank splat*
  • three buckets is the best episode in the best season of adventure time, and i think it beats out The Lich as my favourite season finale. it’s sad, it’s dark, it’s sweet, it’s hilarious, it’s ominous, theres nothing to dislike about it. my favourite part was the last few minutes starting from when fern left finn alone in the cave. he freaks out for a while which makes us wonder if he might actually die in here, then the robot arm in a surprising twist turns out to have a pb-siri that thanks finn for what hes done which is cute. and finn discovers his salvation in the rock drill and fucking weed whacker. then he fights his clone  fern now COMPLETELY off the deep end, and just when finn is giving up,  well…

“What are you doing?”

“Weed whacking!”

“…What are you?”

“A weed whacker :D”

“It doesn’t have to have this… finnality!”

“F A T A L I T Y”


i think the end of this ep is more defined by what isn;t said than what is said. finn is so shocked that he can’t even talk. bmo gives us one final bout of dark humor. then we switch to…. Fern……. finally free of his shell but a mere ghost of what he was…. his look of pure rage as he gets picked up by who we believe could be a scholar of Golb…. uncle fucking gumbald. 

What a DEVASTATING finale,  and what a fantastic setup for the final arc of Adventure Time!

a comment i had to make about the last few eps is: it’s suspicious that we didnt get a followup for PB after Elements. but even though Peebles wasn’t in these eps, she didn’t feel absent either. especially with Marceline’s story in Ketchup, Fern’s remembering what he did in Whispers, and literally everything in the last 3 minutes of Three Buckets, i feel that there’s something big building up for her. we’ve yet to see the consequences Elements had on PB who was out of everyonne the most dangerous elemental, the one who took her powers to the furthest extreme. considering what happened in Jelly Beans Have Power, iiiii expect this followup to be soon. maybe it’ll be big? maybe it’ll be quiet. either way i look forward. and if i’m disappointed? well it’s happened before.

altogether season 8 is my favourite in the show for obvious reasons. i dont think season 9 has the possibility of topping it but i really cant wait to see what we get next either way, just in case it manages to be even better.  

no matter how adventure time ends, though, i think it’s going to hold a place in my heart for a long time.


Requested Anonymously

WARNING: Disturbing stuff here, actually a little bit graphic, not because I’m trying to be grotesque but because I wanted the hardship to have reality. If you’re terribly squeamish, I suggest skipping over the italicized bits that are in the first section.

This is just as dark as Part One. Maybe more so. Part Three, which will be the final part (most likely), will also be PURE FLUFFY GOODNESS (as the original anon’s ask requested), so don’t let this one get you too down. It ain’t over. 

Your hand healed. Nothing had really changed, you thought, except that now you were angry. This body had a tendency to be that way. Your first body might not have taken so much offence at that rude Gallifreyan’s condescension, but this body… it had been born from fiery pain. It was the result of years and years of independence and loneliness and living on the highs of everything near-immortality could offer. This body would not be talked down to. You had lived alone for almost all of your life, and you had seen terrible things, and done things that no one else in the universe had ever done, and you were still young.

Some part of you, maybe the childish part, wanted to say, “We’ll show him!” and do just that. It wanted to prove that you were more than a child, that you could be clever and useful and adult. But the rest of you, the much stronger part, knew that you didn’t have to prove a single thing, and certainly not to him. You had lived with strength all this time, without help and without him.

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anonymous asked:

Future married Maggie and Alex deciding to adopt an Alien child that Maggie found on a case. I just want to see Maggie being amazing with the child and Alex being really impressed.

I finally had time to write today! Hope you enjoy!

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Maggie picked up her phone, knowing exactly who she needed to call.


“Sawyer. What’s up?” Alex responded cheerily on the other end, instinctively playing with the wedding band on her finger when she heard her wife’s voice.

“Look, I need you to come down to the station. Some of the guys picked up an alien when they were out on patrol, and I need you to come take them to the DEO.”

“Maggie, I know I said I’d do anything for the NCPD, but we’re in the middle of something big over here. I can’t leave. I’ll send another agent over.”

“No! Alex, I need it to be you.” Maggie pleaded.

“Maggie, really, I can’t. Not right now.”

“She’s just a kid, Alex. I- I can’t send her with just anyone. She’s so small and so scared. I need to send her with someone I trust. And that’s you. That’s only you.”

Alex heard the love in Maggie’s voice, and knew that she wouldn’t be pushing this hard unless she felt strongly about this.

“Ok, Maggie, I’ll be there when I can. I don’t know when that’ll be though. Can you keep an eye on her until I get there?”

“Yeah, I’ll watch her. She’ll be safe with me. Thank you, Alex. I love you.”

“I love you too, babe. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”


It was a few hours later when Alex was finally able to sneak away from the DEO to get over to the precinct. She found Maggie on the couch in the officer’s lounge, with a small child’s arms wrapped around her neck. The child was fast asleep.

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Life Can Only Be Understood Backwards

Guilt Is a Rope That Wears Thin: Chapter One | Chapter Two

Paring: Peter Quill/Reader

Tags: female reader, female pronouns, alien abductions, set after Guardians of The Galaxy Vol. 1 but before Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2, baby Groot, mentions of fandoms, outer space, angst, fluff.

Summary: Abducted by aliens, traded between Ravager factions, and taken in by The Guardians of the Galaxy. Now that’s something that you can add to your resume.

Or, alternatively, you make friends with a guy who also was abducted by aliens, and become Team Mom™ to everyone on The Milano.

Word Count: 2,044

Posting Date:  2017-04-25

Current Date: 2017-06-12

Originally posted by multifandomimagines-17

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anonymous asked:

I've noticed that your Doctor has very strong sense of romance and loves to do things for Rose. What did you base that headcanon on? I wouldn't have thought the Doctor, with all his alien-ness, would have such a romantic streak.

You are correct, Nonny–I believe very strongly in a romantic Doctor. It’s one of my key headcanons for their relationship, actually. 


Originally posted by stormborn

It’s an established fact that the Doctor loves to impress Rose. (Well… to impress anyone, really, but we’re talking about Rose.) Their very first adventure, when Rose teases him for acting like a trip 10,000 years in the future is a big deal, he immediately doubles down and takes her to the end of the world. 

Originally posted by timeandspacegifs

And look at the smile on his face when she says she loves travelling with him. It’s pretty much text, in my opinion, that the Doctor loves this smile of Rose’s. (He returns it just as giddily in TCI, Tooth and Claw, Idiot’s Lantern, Fear Her, and Army of Ghosts.)

So he loves to impress his companions and went out of his way to impress Rose when she acted like his regular tricks weren’t good enough. He loves to see Rose smile, and specifically, he loves being the cause of her smile. 

In light of those facts, I don’t think it’s a stretch to think that if they were to enter a romantic relationship, he would go out of his way to do the romantic things he thinks would make Rose smile. Taking her to romantic destinations, giving her gifts because they reminded him of her, being willing to do couple things like cuddle on the couch.

The Doctor is an alien, and it’s a not uncommon idea that he wouldn’t understand human courtship customs because of that. But he’s lived among humans for the majority of his life. The writers do like to have him mess up human things when it suits the plot or makes a good joke, but honestly… there’s no way he doesn’t know that flowers are a good idea.

I’ve also seen fic and meta that says the Doctor would be lousy at romance because he’s too damaged to be a good partner. But… I just don’t buy that. He does have a lot of baggage, and a lot of it specifically related to having a relationship with someone with a shorter lifespan. However, I don’t think he would let himself start a relationship with Rose until he’d worked past that enough to not treat her like a jerk. (to be perfectly blunt.) I rambled about this at length in a post a few months ago.

The other thing that I suspect drives this whole notion that the Doctor would fail at romance is the trope within the romance genre itself. It’s a common thing for men in romance novels to be all Masculine and Tough, and not understand Romance. And the woman learns to accept the atypical gestures of affection as the way he Shows What He’s Feeling. Things like forgetting birthdays and anniversaries and being a horrible gift giver… Those are genre tropes. 

One of the reasons I love to write romance from the male POV is to subvert tropes like that. Where did this notion that men don’t fall in love like women come from? Where did we get the idea that men don’t love showing their partner affection? (Answer: from the patriarchy.) Men are people, and they fall at all points of the spectrum of sentimentality. 

But I’ve veered away from the topic, sorry. So, yes. I do believe the Doctor would be a romantic, once he decided to pursue a relationship with Rose. He loves her, he loves making her smile, and his ego wouldn’t let him be less than the best boyfriend she’s ever had. 

Can you imagine how appalled he’d be if Rose mentioned that Mickey was better at romance than him??

This post is part of my follower thank you AMA. If you want to send me a question, take a peek at the list for some suggestions, then fire away!

when the light came through (r, 2.5k)

for grace ❤️

They leave the bunker just as dawn begins to ease over the horizon, until the sky above the Kansas plains is smudged with pale rose-gold. A soft mist hangs low, catching on the bare, bristly grass poking through the thin smattering of snow. Castiel has seen many sunrises in his time, but he thinks this is the most beautiful. Perhaps because of where he’s going, or who he’s going there with.

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Whovian Feminism Reviews “The Pyramid at the End of the World”

I was already not a huge fan of the Monks arc, and unfortunately, “The Pyramid at the End of the World” didn’t do much to redeem it for me. “Pyramid” is the awkward middle child of this three-episode arc that couldn’t quite bring all the various plot threads together. There are some rather unfortunate gaps and implausible details that make it hard to get invested in this story. And the way the Monks manipulate consent to take over the Earth was confusing, contradictory, and disturbing.

Although this episode had a simple goal – get from the simulated invasion to the real invasion – it kept getting bogged down in its own red herrings. Any tension I might have felt watching the negotiations, conflicts, and ultimate peacekeeping between the Chinese, Russian, and American armed forces was constantly undercut by the knowledge that the real threat was being overlooked in a lab all along. It was hard to get invested in any of those moments, knowing they would be swept aside shortly.

When we do finally get to the crisis, there’s a lot of convenient and implausible details that are added to try to up the stakes. A lab under strict quarantine will automatically vent it’s contaminated air into the atmosphere without any available override? The Monks can magically fix the Doctor’s eyesight now? And the sonic sunglass can show the Doctor practically everything, except for the numbers on a lock? They won’t even let him send a picture of the lock to Bill’s phone so she can help him get the combination right? Sure, Doctor Who has invented plenty of convenient details to keep its stories moving before. But the problem with using the sonic screwdriver or sonic sunglasses to resolve all previous plot problems is that its failure to do something as simple as take a picture sticks out at as a rather obvious oversight. 

And then there’s the main crux of the story: The Monks require consent to take over the planet, and that consent must be “pure.” It cannot be motivated by fear, or strategy, or surrender. It can only be given out of love. And only Bill’s consent is deemed pure enough to let the Monks take over the planet. But the way the scenario actually played out didn’t make sense by the Monks’ own internal logic, and it left me feeling both confused and disturbed.

Under this entire situation crafted by the Monks, any consent that could be given would still be made under threat. They are all-powerful aliens with the power to avert each of the crises humanity faces, and yet they are going to allow them to happen unless they can get what they want. That’s effectively a threat. Furthermore, Bill doesn’t seem to actually give true consent. As she’s about to consent to the Monks, she begs the Doctor to undo what she’s done and save the planet. So she isn’t really consenting to the Monks’ control. She’s been frightened and bullied by the Monks into a place where she can provide verbal consent to something she doesn’t want so they can manipulate her own love for the Doctor to their own ends. 

It’s an already disturbing scenario, one made even more disturbing by lines like “Fear is temporary but love is slavery.” As if love will allow all actions to be justified. As if love for someone implies you will consent to whatever they ask you to do. 

I do want to acknowledge that consent is defined in this story by this episode’s villains, so we shouldn’t necessarily take them at face value. What disturbs me isn’t so much how they define love and consent, but how it is used and rewarded in this episode. It’s not simply that the Monks are expressing a warped view about consent. They can only do whatever it is they are about to do to the human race with consent from someone with power. And only Bill’s consent qualifies as “pure” enough that the Monks can finally take action, while it seems to be the most manipulated and forced.

I don’t want to imply that Steven Moffat or Peter Harness wanted to impart any type of particular messaging here. I’m not trying to say that they DID intend anything beyond creating a plot device for aliens to take control of the world. All I can do is react to it given the context of my own life. “Consent” is itself a hotly debated and fiercely defended concept at the moment. We are constantly negotiating the best ways to define and express consent, and defending our discussions against critics who say they don’t need to happen at all. So I’m going to react more strongly to an episode that is defining and seeking a “pure” consent. And this just made me uncomfortable. 

Another moment which definitely raised an eyebrow was the re-hashing of the scene where Bill and Penny’s date gets interrupted. I’d hoped that this might go better a second time around, but incredibly, it become exponentially worse. Instead of having a confused Pope wander in and scare Penny off, a group of soldiers bursts in the door and holds Bill and Penny at gunpoint so they can be introduced to the Secretary General. It seems naive to treat a scene where soldiers burst into a home and hold two queer women of color at gunpoint as light comedy. Again, it’s about context. 

There where a few things I liked about this episode. I loved that actress Rachel Denning had a role in which she was just an everyday woman, and that her stature wasn’t a joke or some sort of supernatural element. I loved Bill’s comments about President Trump. But they just weren’t enough to get me over the moments that left me feeling uncomfortable.