“We’ve all made terrible mistakes in our life, done things that no apology can heal, but you just have to keep going trying to find some new happiness no matter how much you’ve lost. The strange thing is, losing those people is what brought us together, it’s how we found each other, it’s what made us family.”

The Vampire Diaries Series Finale

The Vampire Diaries is ending tonight and it’s bittersweet. I can remember watching the pilot episode back in 2009 and becoming fascinated with these incredibly complex characters originating from LJ Smith’s arguably best work. From those first few scenes I knew I would be hooked.

It was the first show that I fell in love with. It was the first show that had me searching for all possible spoilers and theories about what would happen in future episodes. It was the first show that after every episode had me anxiously waiting days on end for the next episode or god forbid season. It was the first show where it felt so effortless to enjoy.

It had an amazing run throughout its first three seasons and that’s how I wish I could remember the show. The show with plot twists, darkness, twisted morality, epic storylines, an amazing soundtrack, and enthralling villains. I adored that show.  

I don’t really want to get into how the show turned into something I eventually had to give up on. But to ignore that part would be a lie. It’s no secret that due to range of different reasons the show started shifting into something that wasn’t as captivating to me as it once was. It is what it is.

Regardless, there are some shows that impact your life even past its end and I know The Vampire Diaries is going to be one of those shows. Even if tonight’s episode doesn’t turn out the way I envisioned or hoped it would doesn’t change the fact that The Vampire Diaries will always be a salvation of some kind to me.

To the fandom (Stelena, Klaroline and Bamon fans in particular) thank you so much. I know it’s been crazy for these past eight seasons and so much awful crap has happened but your perseverance, creativity and undying hope for the show has always kept me interested. I pray we get an ending worthy of our passion.  

Thank you to Paul Wesley, Nina Dobrev, Ian Somerhalder, Kat Graham, Candice King, Michael Trevino, Zach Roerig, Steven R. McQueen, Matt Davis, Joseph Morgan, Michael Malarkey, Sara Canning, Kayla Ewell and all other actors and actresses involved for bringing some of my favourite characters to life. Thank you to Kevin Williamson, Julie Plec (even through the many disagreements) and the crew for creating and developing this beautifully compelling show.

“When it’s real, you can’t walk away.”

This might be my opinion, but I really hate when some Doctor Who fans act like RTD invented Doctor Who, and that his series are the standard for what Doctor Who should be. Particularly when they whine about how apparently the Doctor doesn’t care about people anymore, as if 10′s hypocritical “no guns”, savior-complex pacifism is the end-all, be-all for the Doctor. Like I’m sorry if 10 tricked you into thinking that the Doctor never does wrong, but he has a long history of morally questionable decisions. 10 wanted to see himself as morally unambiguous, and the narrative presented him as such, which in my opinion was a mistake. The Waters of Mars was the only time that 10 was ever called out for his savior complex, but by that time it was too late to actually go anywhere with that development. On the other hand, both 12 and the narrative surrounding him are painfully aware of his moral ambiguity. When the Doctor does something that seems heartless, it’s not “bad writing”, it’s the character actually being explored and developed in a way that the Tennant era didn’t do until it was too late. The Moffat era is hyperaware of itself. Characters make mistakes and are frequently called out on them. When was Rose ever called out for abandoning her boyfriend without Mickey being painted as the villain? Compare this to Clara’s arc in series 8, where both she and the narrative are perfectly aware that lying to Danny isn’t good, but she keeps doing it anyway due to her growing adventure addiction, which leads into her series 9 character arc. That’s interesting, complex development, where the narrative is aware of the characters’ flaws, and calls them out on it. But no, Smith’s Doctor used a gun that one time, which Tennant’s Doctor said was bad, so clearly he’s not the Doctor, Moffat has never seen a single episode in his life and should hang up his pen in shame and disgrace. 

So basically, it just really grinds my gears that there’s this whole host of fans who don’t appreciate the intricacies of Moffat’s characterization just because it’s not like RTD’s which they now think is the standard that all DW should be held to. 

Going Mad

I walked through the front door taking off my coat and throwing it towards the coat rack. Work was so hectic today. The orders were all wrong, Angelina came in late, three people called in sick, someone forgot to clean the utensils, and the computers broke down. Today is absolutely the worst day ever. “[Y/N] baby is that you?” Harry my boyfriend said from the kitchen. He walked out with an apron and oven mitts on his hands. Harry slid them off and threw them on the coffee table letting me see his long slender fingers. Oh what those things could do to me. “I just finished cooking dinner.” I just sighed and hugged him. His hugs are the best medicine in the whole entire world.

“Work was that bad huh?” I groaned out as he finished his sentence.

“The worst of the worst. I swear, I’m going to end up firing everyone and do everything all over again. Angie came in late, Marco, Davey, and Steven called in sick but I bet you they went partying last night and had the worst hangovers ever. I hope they did. Oh and one of the receptionists ordered Santa Cecilia instead of Corona. And it didn’t help that all of the computers completely shut down on us all at once. I had seven customers come by today and we had to do all the orders by hand. This business is going down the drain. I’m going mad Harry.”

My loving boyfriend just chuckled and shook his head. “It’s alright love. You just need to relax. I’m sure this will all blow over by tomorrow. I’ll call Niall and ask him to go and check out the computers since the store is closed. I’m sure Liam can fix the orders as well and I know for a fact that the other people will pick up their slack. Okay?” He rested his hand on my jaw and leaned in to plant soft kisses on my lips. “Just relax okay?” I nodded.

Harry trailed kisses to the corner of my mouth down my jaw and to my neck. I moaned once he kissed a certain spot causing him to smile and suck. His hands slid down my sides and planted themselves on my waist. “The -the food Harry.” I impressively got out through my mouth.

“I bought KFC and threw it in the oven.” I breathed out a short laugh before erupting in moans when his right hand slid up and over my right breast to give it a squeeze.

My right hand rested over his crotch and began palming him through his jeans. “Mm mm. This is about you baby. Just you okay?” Harry kissed down my chest and bit on my oncoming nipples through the cloth.

“Mmm Harry.” He stood straight and began lifting my shirt over my head before unbuttoning my jeans and sliding them down my legs slowly. Leaving kisses on my thighs. I bit my lip in anticipation.

He lifted one leg at a time to help me step out of them when he discarded my pants and threw them somewhere in the room. “You have amazing legs.” He said in between kisses with his even raspier voice. I stood in the middle of the living room only in a bra and matching underwear from Victoria’s Secret. I looked down at Harry to find him already staring at me only intensifying my want for him.

He made eye contact with me and kissed my crotch over the lace I called underwear. My lungs took in oxygen but did not let it go. Harry put pressure and ran his warm tongue over me causing me to moan out in amazing pleasure. His fingers I loved so much pushed my Victoria underwear to the side and pushed open my folds to reveal my pink nub begging for some release.

Harrys lips pecked my friend teasing me making me whine. “Harry.” I moaned out. His index and middle finger pushed inside my folds into my fuck-hole making my knees buckle slightly. “Holy shit- shit Harry!”

He finger fucked me while his mouth ran up and down my slit while pushing my nub here and there. My hands snuck through his hair and held on to his roots occasionally tugging him closer to me. Harry moaned sending vibrations all throughout my body. My eyes rolled back into my skull in ecstasy. And my hips bucked into his mouth even more. His fingers were then replaced by his tongue licking my walls.

Harry pushed me down by my waist making his tongue go deeper into my body. The feeling of pressure began to form in the pit of my stomach. With my left hand on his head I ran my right through my own hair. I lifted my right leg onto the couch giving him more access and began riding his mouth. Curses left my mouth and the feeling became overwhelming. “Fuck me Harry! Shit! Fuck me daddy!” Harry pulled away all too sudden and yanked my underwear off of me before pushing me onto the couch.

Harry then dove right back into my cunt and fucked me fiercely. I squirmed but continued to hump his beautiful mouth. “Oh- I’m gonna- shit Harry I’m cumming-” my body quivered in another pool of ecstasy as Harry lapped up my juices.I sighed as he continued to flick his tongue against my clit.

“I’m going to fuck you raw princess.” I moaned as he turned me around so I was on all fours on the couch. He tugged his shirt off of his body and pulled down his pants to step out of them along with his boxers. He slipped himself into the folds of my cunt to rub against my already sensitive clit.

“I’m going to fuck you so good you won’t be able to walk for the next week.”

“I don’t like empty threats.” I could barely make out. He growled and gripped onto my hips. “You don’t believe me? Just wait and see. You whore.” He lined himself up and instantly slammed in me only to pull out before slamming into me again. Not giving me a chance to get used to his massive dick. He continued to ram into my wet cunt.

Harry reached around and purchased a handful of my breast for himself and had a feel making me moan in intense pleasure. “You love daddy fucking you, isn’t that right princess?” He slapped my left cheek. I moaned. “You are such a dirty little whore. But you’re my dirty little whore. Right baby?” He grabbed my jaw and made me crane my neck so he could roughly set his lips on mine. We entered a make out session before he pulled away and made me face forward.

“Such a little slut. Do you imagine me taking you while you’re in work baby? Because I imagine fucking you each and every damn day.” I arched my back and sucked in a breath as he hit a certain spot.

“Fuck Harry.” A burning sensation was felt on my bum.

“I’m going to cum.” I said and he pulled out quickly and laid on the couch before pulling me over him so I straddled his waist. He grabbed my hips and I lined him up. He pushed me down onto his dick and I felt him even better. Harry filled me up and I was bound to cum any second.

“Oh God! [Y/N]! You feel so good.” Harry moaned only causing the pleasure given to me to rise. We were both a moaning mess, sweaty and hot. He grabbed my hips and grinded into me at a different angle. His cock rubbing over my clit as he thrust into me.

“Fuck! Daddy, I’m almost there.” He leaned forward and grunted into my neck. “Fuck baby! Come around my cock. I wanna feel you clench around me. Come for me baby. Show me how much you love it when I take you.” My face twisted in ecstasy, my mouth opened wide while taking in a sharp breath.

After a few seconds I came crashing down over my lovers cock. “Fuck [Y/N]!” Harry moaned out before spilling his seed inside of me. His thrusts were slow as he rode out our orgasms. His lips found mine as he gave me soft, tender, kisses.

“I hope you feel better now.” Harry grinned at me. I nodded before pecking his lips again. “Much better. We should wash up before we eat.”

“Why? Don’t you like my gravy on the potatoes?” He smiled cheekily as I hit his arm softly.

“Way to ruin the mood Harry.”

Nine hundred years of time and space, and I’ve never met anyone who wasn’t important
—  Doctor Who
Clara: The Golden Companion

One piece of criticism I often see levelled at Clara Oswald is that she was too powerful, too influential, too much a “spotlight-stealing squad” (to use a term from which has a small write-up devoted to this). And I’ve seen some people outright ask why Clara got all the attention, while Amy, Rose, River, Martha, Donna, etc. didn’t.

Well, first off, that’s nonsense. As Russell T Davies and Steven Moffat have continually said since 2005, the companion is the co-lead in the modern era of Who, and the show is usually told from the point of view of the companion. Not too far removed from An Unearthly Child back in 1963 which was almost totally from the perspective of Barbara and Ian. You want a case of a show being taken back to its roots, you can’t go further back than Episode One. And during their time, all the modern companions have been in the spotlight. We’re going to see it happen again in a few weeks with Bill. Companions in Doctor Who are by their nature “spotlight-stealing squads”, at least the ongoing ones. The only way around that would be a season of nothing but “Heaven Sents” (which is not necessarily the paradise one would imagine) or the Doctor having a different companion every story which is what they’ve been trying to do with Twelve in the comics after dropping Clara, with very mixed results. And I personally find the novels in which the Doctor (any Doctor) has an adventure without a regular, established companion less appealing than those that do.

But there is another reason that I consistently see missed as to why Clara Oswald, specifically, was as influential as she was. 

Clara Oswald was the Golden Companion. That is, she was the companion created to accompany the Doctor for the golden anniversary of Doctor Who. 50 years of Romanas, Sarah Janes, Adrics, Leelas, Ians, Tegans, Roses, Marthas, Donnas, Amys … all those who came before, were in some measure distilled into a companion that represented a half century of the “best of the best” who travelled with the Doctor.

In “The Name of the Doctor” we see Clara echoed throughout the Doctor’s entire existence. In “The Day of the Doctor”, after The Moment fails to convince the Doctor not to push the button, Clara makes the Doctor choose an alternative. In “The Time of the Doctor”, Clara convinces the Time Lords to give the Doctor more regenerations (so that means every Doctor from Capaldi on out will exist because of Clara). In “Listen”, she gives the Doctor his inspiration as a young child. Ultimately, she leaves the series in “Hell Bent” as “a” Doctor in all but name. Which is perfectly fitting and a culmination of an amazing character arc that I know will be reevaluated positively by many in the years to come.

Is that a lot for a single companion to accomplish? Maybe. But then how many 50th anniversary companions are we likely to ever see?

How do people still think Doctor Who is written as an infallibly clever man impressing sexy sidekicks?

Like, not only has that literally never been the show, but presenting such claims as feminist criticism frankly makes the critic look less feminist than the stuff they claim to be calling out.

The Doctor has never been written as infallible, and still isn’t. Hell, the majority of recent arcs have been built around calling him out, by both modern showrunners.