- FINALLY someone asked the question whether you can just eat the food in space!
- Twelve’s face when holding the skull. Possibly remembering that sea of skulls… of countless skulls that were all his own. Har.
- “How would massacreing hundreds of people make me happy?” “How would massacreing hundreds of people make me happy- smiley face!” - I like this exchange because it reminds me of when you get a text that isn’t funny with a smiley face at the end of it, or how people post passive aggressive things and end them with “lol.” Micro-gaslighting.
- The gradual revelation of why the TARDIS is a phone box was really nice. That was a really good Doctor Who thing to happen. Nice for new viewers. Nice for me.
- “I happen to pass by, so I’m mucking in.” - is this something like a way of saying he really has no right and no business to interfere, he just does it because he can and hopes it’s the right thing? It seems to be in conflict to the “moral imperative” line he has later, but it almost sounds like he’s acknowledging his own white saviour position a little bit?
- “How are you allowed?” - THIS IS SO GOOD? No one asks him that usually? Bill really asks all the right questions. And with regard to the earlier “mucking in” line, I really love t that it’s a black woman who gets to ask that question.
- How the Doctor picks up Nefertiti and calls her a “knick-knack”, and then Bill finds her and for her she has an entirely different significance.
- #directactiondoc is back and beats up a robot with a big fat wrench (well, he does his best, anyway). That’s my hero right there. Good boy.
- Bill and the book of life: That slideshow wasn’t at all Eurocentric? Good job?
- The Grief Motive: The Doctor is now at the point where he acknowledges grief as something necessary and normal, as we learn from him juxtaposing it with the emoji-bots’ incapability of recognising it as such. It’s lovely, this progress from Hell Bent via THRS and Doctor Mysterio to here.
- “What’s the opposite of a massacre? In my experience: a lecture.” What a nice Doctory thing to say. Also good re: Science march, alternative facts, things in general rn.
- “Scary handsome genius from space” - I thought you were from a planet, Twelve, get your facts straight, you handsome devil you.
- Goddammit but he is PRETTY in this. Is it me? Was it the light? Is he just continually getting more pretty?
- Bill is also very pretty and good.
- I feel the ending is saying an awful lot about colonialism and agency and it’s all a bit jumbled and I don’t know. I have to think about it more.
- One thing though: Exactly what use would a space emojibot have for the British pound? Or any kind of currency? That thing just woke up, and its second thought after “Where the fuck am I and who are these meatcreatures?” is “How can I make a ton of money?” ??? I mean. But okay, the bots are ultimately human creations, and maybe capitalism is in their kernel along with the tendency to fuck up real bad and kill everyone.
- There are so many ways for this set-up to go awfully wrong, and once again the Doctor is like “I made this happen and the rest is your problem now BAI!” and I don’t know how I feel about that.
- So yeah, something to go back to and think about. Highly enjoyable. Excellent Peter. Excellent Pearl.
- Also THE CINEMATOGRAPHY WTF? The entire production design here, the SCENERY, EVERYTHING! When has Doctor Who looked this good? (though I think the spaceship might have been recycled from Time Heist or sth?)
brings teens to the outdoors to help them focus so they aren't looking at their phones while also calling several inanimate objects of nature "just like snapchat"
focuses on the teen's artistic interests and helps them express themselves while shouting positive statements at them nonsensically
brings a lone teen out to the deep woods and makes him sacrifice his phone to the "clown box" a box that likely contains a murderous clown who thirsts for phones, in return for a hand-drawn maze and other gifts who proceeds to attack griffin's lone teen.
I am So Done with these criticisms I keep seeing like “It was good and all but Diego Luna didn’t work for me casting-wise, he was too wiry and soft-spoken, not action-movie enough” and I’m like??? SPY???? That’s the point????
Honestly people need to stop forcing the Hypermasculine Jason Statham Aesthetic bullshit irrelevantly onto characters that bear literally no comparison.
This is part 1/? of a human AU I’ve been wanting to write for AGES in which Derek and Stiles are long-distance friends/pen pals.
Derek lives in California and Stiles lives in Poland. Features brief past Stiles/Malia (Derek and Malia aren’t related in this AU). Idk how long this fic could eventually get; I’m hoping to just work on it as I get the time/inspiration.
Title from “Mind Over Matter” by Young the Giant because that song always makes me think of LDRs.
If there’s one thing Derek’s learned in life, it’s that crushing on someone who lives on an entire other fucking continent is probably a bad idea.
He’s got dozens of photos of Stiles saved to his phone, and a whole box of letters from Stiles, and years’ worth of emails from Stiles, and a whole wall of postcards from Stiles pinned up on the wall over his bed, and none of it is enough.
He wants to do things to Stiles, okay, things besides just watch movies together in two different time zones or talk on skype.
…which… is kind of a new feeling.
Derek didn’t even know he liked guys until three years ago, freshman year of high school, when Stiles came home from a party raving about this girl he’d kissed, Malia something-or-other, and how Malia’s hair was so soft, and how Malia had the prettiest brown eyes and the best laugh, and—and suddenly Derek wanted to throw his computer against the wall.
“I have to go,” he’d snapped, and slammed his laptop shut and thrown on some jogging clothes.
He was five miles deep into the Preserve before it really sank in, not just the jealousy but the absurdity of the jealousy. He and Stiles had never even met, technically. They were probably never going to live in the same country. There was no logical reason for them not to date other people. Especially given that Stiles might not even like guys, or like him.
Still, he was secretly, guiltily, viciously satisfied when Stiles and Malia broke up barely two weeks later.
And since then the crush has gotten, if anything, worse.
A/N: This has to be one of my favourite things that I’ve ever written :) Please pay attention to the dates and times! It begins in the present, and then there are a series of flashbacks. They’re all in chronological order for ease of reading, but please pay attention to the timings if you’re unsure!
With a cream envelope held between your fingers, you can’t prevent the smile from spreading across your lips. A greying memory slips into your mind, your eyes fluttering to a close as you let yourself get taken away to the land of fantasies.
Valentine’s day, two years ago, 1pm
At the sound of your name, you looked up. You were in a park, sitting on a picnic blanket. Surrounding you were hundreds of tiny daisies, scattered amongst the green grass like a sprinkling of icing sugar.
“Hmm?” You looked across the blanket to see Calum, your boyfriend, with a wide smile spread across his face.
Newt’s suitcase is bigger on the inside. It’s big enough to live in, even - many of Newt’s creatures do. After a while, Newt does. He adds charms to it bit by bit, step by step at a time, and they layer up and mix and integrate in all sorts of new and interesting ways. Newt doesn’t know what he’s doing, not really (Hogwarts drop out remember?) but he knows enough and he can make up the rest and it all seems to work so why worry? Newt is not the worrying sort.
And then, Newt’s suitcase needs some protections. He likes Tina, Tina is a bro now, but let’s not forget that she closed the lid and sat on his suitcase, picked it up and carted him off to MACUSA like so much laundry in a basket. So, Newt adds some… enhancements. Notice me nots, to begin with, chameleon charms, the usual sort. A few barrier wards - you need a key, now, to open the case (or for Newt, a click of the fingers, but that only works for Newt). And then, his pride and joy, the ability to apparate the suitcase while standing inside it and take everything - case, creatures, all of it - with you, safely out of danger and out of reach of various MACUSA holding cells.
Well. “Apparate”. It’s not quite apparition. It’s disappearing from one place and reappearing in another, and it’s controlled via a runic matrix so huge and complex that he has to roll it up into a giant cylinder and stand it almost directly under the entrance to the case. Except, then, you can’t get in because there’s a giant control cylinder in the way, so he moves things about a bit and shifts the case onto its side so that it’s more like a real door and less like a trap door. It’s different, but it’s all good, even if it takes a while to load up the not-apparition and it makes a funny whooshing sound while it’s working.
Then, then then then, why travel the normal way? Why bother with boats and trains and all of that, why not just move the case? It’s tricky, mapping where he wants to go, and the runes are now unhelpfully rolled away in the cylinder - he’s had to put a barrier round it to keep the creatures out - so he adds all these levers and knobs and twiddly bits and he’s got a control panel going.
He doesn’t always end up where he ought, but he’s close enough. And if he slides about in time a bit, well. The muggles have known about space-time for twenty years now, and he’s usually mostly right. Mostly.
He ends up where he needs to be, and that’s the important thing. He suspects, actually, that his case is interfering a bit here - it’s got so much magic in it now that he wouldn’t be surprised if it’d developed a bit of sentience. He gets in the habit of talking to it as he bustles about, much like he would to any of his other creatures, and it seems to keep the case happy. Why on earth it felt the need to jam the chameleon charms on a phone box of all things though is beyond him, but. It’s still all good.
Then it turns out that “where he needs to be” is at various points “a thousand years in the past” or “two galaxies over” and he runs through space and time (hell of a lot of running involved in this saving-creatures things, which evolves into saving-people things, which somehow become saving-planets and Newt just keeps running) and it’s not all good anymore. It’s friggin awesome.
(And then, just because, Newt drops back into New York in his phone box suitcase. He leans out the door and he holds out his hand and he says, “There’s a whole universe waiting. Come with me?”
The case hums behind him, the slowly spiralling runes of the control column glowing with a faint golden light. The niffler scurries round trying to catch, scuffling paws pressing who knows what buttons and levers that the case carefully puts back behind it. There’s new habitats in the depths of the case, ice tundras where the ood can sing and never be slaves, shadowed forests where the vashta nerada lurk, a pocket of space that stretches impossibly large for when the last space whale in the universe comes to call.
“Come with me?” Newt asks, and Credence takes his hand and steps into the stars.)
(Alternatively: “Come with me?” Newt asks. Graves lifts his coffee and tries to drown himself in it.
“How illegal is that contraption?” he asks from behind his mug.
“It’s perfectly legal!” Newt protests. “They don’t get around to outlawing it until at least the twenty eighth century.”
“The twenty eighth century oh god.”
“On this planet. It might be more illegal on other planets. Maybe.”
1. “I see nothing wrong with having an unhealthy obsession with something.”
2. “If they find what they expect, the physicists will party, if not, the physicists will party anyway, physicists are odd like that.”
3. “The audience is the final cast member.”
4. “I was still just the wee boy frae Paisley.”
5. “When you think about it, many aspects of how we look, the way we act…” [looks in mirror] “Or my insufferable vanity, are determined genetically.”
6. [while nuzzling the fur of Arthur the horse, which he is severely allergic to] “Are you going to be my friend?”
7. “Science is as much the pursuit of beauty as it is the pursuit of truth.”
8. “How long can you keep smiling?”
9. “The Doctor is based on who I would be if I had more confidence and didn’t care so much about what people think.”
10. “It’s time to positively rebellious and rebelliously positive.”
11. “I’m only looking at the twinkle of their soul in the starlight.”
12. “I suppose It’s only boring if you don’t have a washing machine.”
13. “Everything’s scripted! The air molecules are scripted!”
14. “We’re just matter. We can dream of flying across the universe, but what it comes down to is just a hunk of bone… The trouble with a cliché is that it loses its meaning.”
15. “But I wasn’t talking to myself. I was making up stories.”
16. “Everyone everywhere has the right to be happy and free… There are so many of us humans squeezing onto this wee planet and there’s no TARDIS coming to spirit us away. We have to look out for each other.”
17. “If I had to be stuck in a parallel universe with one fandom it would be the Doctor Who fans. I think they’re the cleverest. Quickest wits in the internet.”
18. “Sometimes I’m haunted by it, sometimes I’m enlivened by it, sometimes it weighs me down, and other times it’s like a drug and I can’t wait for the next sniff.”
19. “85.3 percent of actors are down-to-earth and reasonable.”
20. “You have to be careful with Shakespeare, because people tend to know it.”
21. “Some of my earliest memories are of being tucked up in bed while mum or dad read to me.“
22. "I have no real ambitions, just to live and fulfill myself, whatever that means.”
23. [about falling down on set all the time] “I would always get up and keep going, but nobody else would.”
24. “I don’t think anyone that is perceived as a villain sees themself as a villain.”
25. “A perfect idea, I suppose, it fires the imagination in such a particular way. Something to do with the fantastic and the futuristic coming together. The TARDIS is the most extraordinary vehicle you could imagine and it’s wrapped up in a scruffy blue phone box. The Doctor is the most clever, extraordinary being, and yet he is scrappy and anarchic. There is something more identifiable with the geek hero. We have to accept that somethings are sprinkled with fairy dust and we won’t know why.”
26. “If you could isolate the elements that turn something into gold you would be an alchemist, wouldn’t you?”
27. “A long table scattered with scripts, water bottles, and paper name plates stretched the whole length of the room. What felt like hundreds of people milled about expectantly, chatting, checking Blackberries, casting sideways glances as I tried to keep breathing and affect an air of insouciant calm.”
28. “In a suburban house in Paisley, a wee boy was sticky-taping his oft-snapped spectacles back together. He couldn’t remember a time when they hadn’t been augmented with at least one area of peeling sellotape.”
29. “I’ve always seen theatre as my natural mode of being.”
30. “I love you all passionately… And possibly carnally.”
31. “I would get to the point where I was rehearsing what I was going to say next: ‘excuse me, ladies and gentlemen, terribly sorry, but I need to go throw up in the dressing room.’”
32. “I’ve chosen to follow my own spirit.”
33. “Shakespeare’s plots and characters are catnip to actors… It sings to us.”
34. “I’ve been to lots of alien planets. You’d be surprised how many of them look like quarries in Wales.”
35. “There is quite a lot of science in Doctor Who, some accurate science, some of it quite elevated, and some of it that’s completely made up.”
36. “I’m always chasing the script that I need to be worthy of.”
37. “I would wander around, pretending to be all the characters. My parents would tell lots of stories of me wandering around the garden, talking to myself.”
38. “I was the one delivering flowers for people who were in actual relationships with actual human beings.”
39. “He’s cleverer than me, he’s quicker witted than I am, he’s more intelligent than me, he’s a better sword fighter than I am… I like to think I have at least a twinkle of all those qualities.”
40. “It’s difficult to describe your own personality… Happy, mostly, maybe a bit bewildered.”
41. “Suddenly, and quite without warning, there was a rupture in the fabric of space and time.”
42. “I thought that would be a very witty and expedient way to exit the room.”
43. “Other hair products are available.”
44. “I always get worried when adults say children don’t understand the difference between reality and fiction, because they do understand.”
45. “Hopefully I’m not as pathetic as I think I am at four in the morning.”
46. “A dream, while it’s happening, is as real and valid an experience as anything else. Until it stops.”