They over book their own flight, asked for volunteers to leave, and when no one wanted to, assulted, bloodied and knocked out a 69 year old doctor and dragged him unconscious down the isle. Fucking despicable.
He had to fly to see a patient.
They did this so their own staff could sit instead of him. And I dont think its a coincidence he is asian, and not white.
I think other than the sexist wank what is pissing me off about the Doctor Who fandom is those fans pretending that Moffat did nothing to pave the way for this change when in the last few seasons he has most definitely taken on board all the criticism he faced initially and has gotten shit done, namely:
- Bringing in female writers and directors who he then chose to work repeatedly with not just in DW but in Sherlock too - Black LGBTQ companion - Showing male Time Lords repeatedly regenerating into women (one of them into a black!! woman!! proving they can change gender AND race!) - Regenerating The Master into Missy, POSSIBLY THE MOST IMPORTANT CHANGE THAT ALLOWED FOR THIS TO HAPPEN BTW. - Giving Clara incredible agency not only in her death but in her posterior departure.
But like whatever Moffat is the devil he has done absolutely nothing for the show to progress at all! LMAO ok. We get it, you hate him. You stopped watching when he came in. Apparently you also blanked out to everything good that he did to balance the bad out.
I got my period completely unexpectedly. I hadn’t even been told a thing about it and was absolutely convinced something was wrong with me when I saw blood in my panties. I had to go, crying and scared, to my teacher. I had to sit, embarrassed and bloody, in the office and wait for my stepmom.
I was 9
The blood was thick, heavy, and I felt like I was going to throw up. My stomach rejected food, the part of my body I wasn’t even fully aware of yet was now always sticky and wet and gross and I was told it was completely and totally natural. No one told me it was okay to be afraid. No one prepared me.
“It’ll be over in a few days,” they said.
“It won’t come back until next month,” they said.
I was 10
Sleep started to elude me almost completely, and then I’d get so tired that my father had to literally drag me into a standing position so I’d start to become conscious. My stepmom didn’t explain that if my pad got full I could change it. She yelled at me because pads are expensive. I ruined almost all of my underwear because I didn’t want her to yell at me again. My dad refused to acknowledge it had happened at all. He has four daughters.
I was 11
A sharp pain gripped my side and I could barely breathe. I didn’t feel good. I begged to stay home from school. I was crying and clutching my side. Something wasn’t right.
“It’s normal,” they said.
“Don’t be so dramatic,” they said.
I passed out in science class. Woke up in the doctor’s office because my small town didn’t have a hospital and was told I’d had a ruptured ovarian cyst. I had four more cysts on my left one and at least three on my right. I needed to be on birth control and tested for PCOS.
I didn’t even know what an ovary was.
I was 12
My dad flat out refused to get me birth control. Said I didn’t need it. That there was no reason for a twelve year old to get on the pill. I’d just start having sex and who knows what else and that was that.
He’s a nurse.
I was 13
“What do you mean you’ve gone through the entire box of pads already?” my stepmother demanded, loud, shrieking. “There were 20 pads in there! How many days do you bleed?”
I didn’t know I was supposed to count.
“When does your period start? How many days between stop and start?”
I didn’t know I could count.
I started marking it all on my calendar. Some months there was nothing. Some months over half the days were filled in. I stole an entire box of pads from under the sink to hide in my room for my very own.
I was 14
New year, new calendar. I give my period tracking one to my stepmom and take her through it page by page. My periods last 10 days at the least. There is no consistent day my period begins and I show her.
“You just counted wrong,” she says.
I was 15
My legs swell. My back aches. I’ve got a headache. I puke up my dinner and shit out my breakfast five minutes after I ate it. I’ve bled all over my bed.
“You’re overreacting,” they said
“Don’t be such a baby,” they said
I was 16
I can’t eat for two straight days because if I do I will throw up. I’m not sick. I’m on my period.
It’s normal, I think.
I go through 40 pads this time.
It’s normal, I think.
I gained three pant sizes right before the blood shows up. I lay in bed all day with a heating pad across my shoulder blades, on my lower back, and one across my stomach. It doesn’t really help.
It’s normal, I think.
My own money. No health insurance. I moved away. Saw a doctor. I’m on birth control pills.
The pills have stopped working at easing my blood flow. The doctor tries a new pill. It does nothing. The doctor tries another pill. I can’t afford it. I don’t go to the doctor for four more years.
My girlfriend drags me to the doctor with my state health insurance. She tells the doctor about my symptoms. The doctor’s mouth opens slightly.
“That’s not normal,” she says.
I bleed for 28 days straight.
I’m diagnosed with Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome. The doctor asks if I want an IUD. I’ve never even heard of that.
My insurance pays for it. It’s free.
“Okay,” I say.
“It’s worth a try,” I say.
I haven’t had a period in months.
I am 25
My oncologist examines my medication list. “IUD? Birth control?” he asks. “You’re married. Don’t you want kids?” No. “What about your husband.” Wife. “Oh.”
My GP is out of town. I see a new doctor. We’re discussing surgeries. Is a hysterectomy an option?
“No,” he says. “You might marry a man who wants kids.” I’m married to a woman and I don’t want kids.
My dad is a nurse. He has four daughters.
“You’re married to a woman. Why are you on birth control?”
“Because I need to be,” I say. Finally. I say. “Because I want to be.”
Dean slowly realizes that Castiel’s vision is deteriorating.
Or maybe it had never been all that great.
At least, his vessel’s vision isn’t great and all of that squinting Castiel does isn’t just squinting for the sake of squinting. Dean figures Jimmy may have worn glasses or contacts in his life that Cas had never bothered utilizing for whatever reason.
He needs to hold his cell phone screen up closer to his face - then back - and then close again while trying to read text messages, all the while squinting.
Dean took him to the movie theater once just for the hell of it and had sat in the back row while Castiel had spent the whole time squinting and asking Dean which character was currently on screen,effectively sucking the fun out of that evening.
Eventually, after enough evidence, Dean drags Castiel to an eye doctor because as adorable as they are, the squints were apparently a sign of visual impairment and not a constant state of confusion or suspicion.
Sure enough, Cas is blind as fuckand how he’d been getting around all these years is a miracle in itself.
The doctor sets Cas up with a nice set of bold, black rims not too long after (which, first off, hell yeah) and Castiel actually fucking gasps when he slips them on and sees Dean clearly for the first time.
“You’re beautiful.” Castiel murmurs, reaching out a hand to gently brush at the freckles along the bridge of Dean’s nose.
Dean blushes profusely and gives an attempt at a sputter, but doesn’t say anything when Castiel stares at him in awe the entire ride home.
Behind the Scenes of Planet of the Dead - Part Six
Excerpts from Benjamin Cook’s set report in DWM 408:
[on trying to film during a sandstorm] “Not only was what we were shooting looking horrible,” James tells DWM, “because we had no light… and this massive desert landscape, you couldn’t see it… I mean, we could have been in a car park at Upper Boat… but also sand was being blown in our faces constantly. The actors couldn’t open their eyes.”
“Problem is,” says make-up designer Barbara Southcott, “it’s on high-def, so you’ll see every bit of sand on their skin.”
“You’ll have to paint it out,” make-up artist Steve Smith teases The Mill’s Dave Houghton.
“Frame by frame,” nods Dave, “grain by grain.”
“I know it’s not easy, guys,” calls out John [Bennett, First Assistant Director]. “Let’s just do what we can.” But David’s hair has turned blonde. (Daniel [Kaluuya, who plays Barclay] dubs him “Barry Manilow”.)
The sand is sticking to everything. Worst hit is Tracie Simpson, whose lips are actually yellow. This is her first episode as Doctor Who’s producer. It’s a baptism of fire - no, of wind! Of wind and sand and lipstick.
Forgetting that Dubai is four hours ahead of the UK, DWM decides to text a message of support to Russell T Davies in Cardiff - you know, something encouraging and inspiring. But somehow we manage to send one that says: “SANDSTORM! CODE RED! ABORT! ABORT!” Surprisingly, Russell messages back: “I’ve got you texting with ‘SANDSTORM!’ and Julie [Gardner, executive producer] phoning with ‘SANDSTORM!’ I’m hooting. Save yourself, Ben.” Perhaps we should hide in a Portaloo until it’s all over? (We don’t last long. It stinks in here. Besides, a queue was forming.)
Back outside, the majestic crane shots intended for this morning are abandoned. The crane is dismantled and taken away. “I thought, let’s shoot everything that we can against the bus,” James explains later. “…but the actors all looked like they’d been tarred in sand and dragged through a hedge.”
Ten: *cries all the time*
Y'all: oh poor bby cinnamon roll cryen abt his roes ;_;
Missy: *cries twice*
Some fake feminist™ in the depths of tumblr: FUCK U MOFFAT U SEXIST PIG U RUINED DOCTOR WHO AND REDUCED THE MASTER TO A PASSIVE WEAK OVER-EMOTIONAL STEREOTYPE OF A WOMAN!1!1
Summary: It’s 1993 and the summer from many years ago is dead and gone. Many have drifted apart from the Losers club and its at the point where there is no club at all. The atmosphere is cold just like the winter months and the only blushes to be found are the ones that are caused from the piercing spikes of cold that heat skin up. Being a teenage boy is hard; especially for the two boys that now count each other as strangers. In which both boys make a plan, but both disrupt each others.
Warning(s): Angst & Fluff
A/N: Shout out to @eddiekaspbraks for making THIS moodboard of this fanfiction series, it’s amazing and gO SEND THIS LOVELY BABE SOME LOVE !! BONUS POINTS IF ANYONE CAN GUESS WHAT SONG I WAS LISTENING TO WHILST WRITING RICHIE’S DESCRIPTION THROUGH EDDIE’S PERSPECTIVE
It was now Monday morning and Eddie felt his numb fingertips jitter at the seams of his jumper, feeling the weaves under his senseless skin without his pulse guiding him.
The pills were messing him up. Bad.
His doctor had prescribed the soft pink and white capsules in order to stop being gay, as if what he had was some sick mental illness. Eddie’s mother thought he was twisted, that the rumours weren’t true and that people were lying about her pride and joy. Several days later she realised that Eddie was in fact a homosexual boy. However, she refused to believe it and dragged him to every therapist and doctor in order to ‘save’ him.
He didn’t need saving, he was gay and that was that. He had only told Bill, Ben, Mike and Stan but somehow the word got around school, eventually a teacher had confronted his mother about the matter. He didn’t mean for everyone to know, but now that everyone did- the reaction he got towards his sexuality choice was repulsive.
Greek Gods Series ProloguePoseidon Ares AresAphroditeApolloHadesHermesZeus Ship: General!Jungkook | Spy!Reader Description: Jeon Jungkook, to put it, was a very lustful man. Lust for the opposite sex, lust for blood, and soon enough, lust for you. And they say keep your friends close, and your enemies closer. As in, intimately closer. Warnings: TRIGGERING! EXTREMELY GRAPHIC! GORE! TORTURE! Mentions fo Self Harm, Death, Choking, Breathplay, Knifeplay, Bloodplay, Intercourse, Blowjob, Humiliation, D/S Themes, S/M Themes, Creampie, Slight Exhibitionism, Fingering, Biting, Spanking, Degrading Names, Dirty Talk, Hair Pulling, Light Angst Word Count: 13,804 A/N: NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART! Take warnings seriously! This is extremely triggering for some and definitely not light-hearted in any way, shape, or form. Also, this isn’t meant to be disrespectful towards certain countries because of politics, and it isn’t meant to do any harm.