I want to tell you a bit about Barbara and Susan, and why I still think they’re two of the best female characters who have ever been on Doctor Who, including NuWho. And yes, both of them, not just Barbara.
Classic Who under Verity Lambert is quite magical in regards to feminism in and of itself. This is the kind of show where you’d expect to go in and see the ladies getting shafted at the beginning of each adventure, told to hide or stay put, or being put in constant peril for the male characters to rescue them.
But astonishingly, that first season is extremely egalitarian toward both women. They share in the adventure, go everywhere that Ian and the Doctor do, and their gender is almost never used to enforce limitations on them.
It’s actually jaw-dropping to watch in an age where we’re conditioned to believe that all media of that time was completely dreadful towards women. However, there’s another element to this that really seals the deal, and it’s something I think a lot of writers fail to realize the impact of.
The thing that really makes both of these characters so beautifully progressive for their time isn’t just because of their own independent characters or the way the narrative treats them, it’s also because they’re on the same show together. Susan and Barbara’s dynamic really shows just why the Smurfette Principle is problematic and how much better your work can be when you have multiple female characters to play off of each other.
On paper, Susan’s character reads like a lot of other, young female characters you might see in media during the 60s. She’s innocent, easily frightened, and has the combined lung capacity of a dozen trained musicians. Now, I’m not at all saying Susan can’t stand on her own as a character. In fact, she has quite a few character traits (her intelligence, her Gallifreyan-codifying eccentricity that occasionally rivals the Doctor’s own) that do set her apart even by herself.
But what really pushes Susan’s character writing over the edge from simply good to utterly fantastic is the other female character she shares her time on the show with, Barbara Wright. It’s really no secret in the classic who fandom that Barbara is awesome. Ian positively looks like a non-action guy next to some of the things that she does. Unlike Susan, Barbara doesn’t even read on paper like her scripts were written with a gender in mind- she’s a good character, plain and simple, and being female is just an incidental trait of her.
So where am I going with this?
By seeing these two very different, but equally wonderful female characters together, we’re persuaded to see these character’s personalities as a part of who they are, rather then a result of their gender. We’re also persuaded to see women as a diverse group of people, and not as singular objects. We no longer see Susan’s skiddish traits as being ‘because she’s a girl’ because Barbara is there and she’s not skiddish. We no longer see Barbara’s neutral writing as just her being a one-note ‘strong female character’ because Susan shows us that while some women are tough, others may not be, and that’s okay. Both are okay. Both are wonderful.
You can be like Barbara; you can be like Susan. But most importantly, you can be like yourself. Don’t let society’s gender limitations define you; you are what you are, and that’s good enough.
For a show from 1963, that’s an incredible message.
Do not forget that every time there is a
new Doctor announced there is always a bunch of people revolting
saying, “What a horrible choice!” or “I’ll never watch Doctor Who
again!” It happened with Capaldi, it happened with Smith, it’ll happen
after Whittaker too. You cannot please everyone and there will always be
people there to rile our feathers. Especially with our new Doctor being
The rest of us Whovians are just happy to have more episodes to watch, more planets to explore, more characters to become attached to, and simply just more of the Doctor.
And to anyone who wants to keep bitching otherwise, I will pass on to you the great words of the 12th Doctor, “Fuckity Bye.”
Note: Y/F/N: Your Full Name, Y/L/N: Your Last Name
It had been a few weeks since you had first found out that the little bump growing in your stomach was not just from you eating a little too much, but was a tiny human now growing inside of you. This was surprising news to you as you’re quite young, having just turned twenty, but you were also overjoyed because you’d always dreamed of having a child or two, though you didn’t expect it to happen so soon.
Everything would have perfect if your boyfriend, the unborn baby’s father, had stayed around after figuring out about the pregnancy. Long story short, he was immature and not ready to be a parent, so he decided to drop you, leaving you to fulfill the responsibilities of parenthood by yourself. Nevertheless, you still manage to make it to your doctor’s appointments, work full time, and do other adult things by yourself.
Requested: Yes Request:
Finish “Get it Yourself” plzzzz 💕💕💕
Summary: After sudden mood swings, thing’s start to clear a bit. Word count: 717 Warning(s): Angst, miscarriage, blood
The stress had gotten to you. When Damian slammed the door you slid to the floor, back to the wall, in tears. You were hurting from his actions, you had kept all your feelings bottled up and now you couldn’t seem to stop them from spewing out. You were pulled away from your self pity by a sharp pain in your lower abdomen.
It felt like nothing you ever felt before, much stronger than a cramp and thousands of times sharper than a kick. You instantly knew something was very wrong. The pain taking you by shock is slightly blurring your vision, making you feel sick to your stomach. You look down at your feet to see a puddle of dark blood gathering quite rapidly.
In your dizziness and pain you do your best to get to the closest phone,cradling your stomach, calling the ambulance. Luckily the door was left unlocked when Dami left so the medics could get to you easily, since you were falling in and out of consciousness, you would have been unable to let them in.
One moment you hear and see footsteps, the next you’re out the door, the week wind soothing your hot skin, but then fear takes over you as you’re swiftly carried to the car, you mumble incoherently about the baby, and continually ask for someone called Damian.
You were rushed to the ER as quick as possible, but the damage had already been done, it was too late and in your heart you knew that there’s nothing that could be done.
“Hello, is this Damian Wayne?” A mature female voice asks.
“Yes, this is.”
“I’m calling from the hospital, Y/N Y/L/N was brought in approximately fifteen minutes ago, since you’re the only emergency contact on her papers we take it that she would want you here.”
“What happened ?” He asked angrily, worry consuming him.
“The doctor will explain to you once you arrive.”
“Thank you.” He ended the call.
He made his way to the hospital as quickly as possible, it had been maybe an hour and a half since you entered the building, out of breath he approaches the reception, “Where could I find y/n y/l/n,” He questions.
“Who are you related to her?” She asks, not allowed to give info to non family members.
“Father of her child and significant other,” He barks in absolute outrage.
“Down the hall, through the double doors, then through the doors on the right of that, she’s in intensive care, room 457.” She directs.
Getting there, Damian was shocked to see you hooked up to all these machines, barely conscious, face contorted from worry. As he walks in the room, your doctor comes in to view, Damian goes straight to him for answers.
“What happened?” He asks, making his way toward her.
“She suffered a difficult miscarriage, miscarriage in this late stage of pregnancy is very dangerous, she’s lucky. If the paramedics were any later she could have bled out.” He calmly explains, trying to be as empathetic as you could be in this situation.
Damian was crushed, “It’s my fault,” he quietly mumbles as the doctor leaves the room. He couldn’t believe the pain he had put you through. This should have been nine months of bliss and pure happiness,the celebration of the final time you’ll be completely alone, but it had turned sour. He felt like a murderer, like he was the only one to blame, he had neglected and pushed away the only thing he loved in life, the only stability he had.
He sits down on the chair next to your bed, taking your hands in his. Your gaze focuses on him, “Damian,” you whisper in disbelief with your throat dry and voice raspy. “Shh, beloved.” He whispered sorrowfully. “I’m so sorry for causing you this much pain and suffering, and I truly hope you could forgive me one day,” He says quietly, looking you straight in the eye, the sincerity in his voice making you quietly sob. “We need help, Damian,” you whisper out, as tears cascade down your pale cheeks, still showing obvious shock.
“We’ll get all the help we need, beloved, please don’t give up on me.” He begs, kissing your knuckles, his warm tears hitting the back of your cold hands.
A letter to Chris Chibnall: Please don't fuck this up
So, the time (lord) has arrived. We finally have a female incarnation of the Doctor. Hooray! Well done, Chris. You knew there would be backlash and that some people wouldn’t be able to take a time-travelling immortal alien being a woman of all things but you weren’t a coward and did it anyway, good for you! But your work isn’t nearly done yet. It isn’t enough to just have a main female character. I know that you’re the writer, and I should just trust you to do your thing, but there are some things I have to say.
Just, please don’t fuck this up.
The Doctor is still the same person even though their gender has changed. Yes, their personality and character might change with each regeneration, but that is only on the surface. At the soul, at the core, they are still the same person. Same software, different case. Thirteen’s personality is yours to mould, but inside she is still the same person, the same immortal being who has seen war, and peace, and suffering, who has seen humanity both at its best and at its worst, who has seen a thousand, a million different, new places and is still filled with wonder every time that door opens. Who can see the whole universe, everything there is, was, will be, everything that must happen and everything that can not, and claims to never get involved but can’t bear to walk past a crying child. Who is wise, and ridiculous, and above all, kind.
And that is the most important thing. Sometimes writers forget that “strong female character” is not a synonym for “badass woman who doesn’t give a shit and can take all the bad guys out and look good doing it” (and because I know people are gonna be like but Rose/Martha/Donna/Amy/Clara/Bill weren’t like that!!“ I’m talking about characters in their own right who exist as more than sidekicks, e.g Missy or River). And yes, characters like that are fun, but we deserve to have female characters that aren’t cut from the same mould every time with a few different toppings to differentiate them. Allow female characters to have flaws beyond just being ~morally grey~. Female characters shouldn’t have to be absolutely perfect at everything just to earn respect. The Doctor may be many things but they are not a badass. When we say we want a female Doctor, we don’t mean a Missy-River-Quill 2.0. I don’t want the Doctor to suddenly turn into Black Widow as soon as he becomes female.
I want a Doctor who can still never quite get the Tardis to the place she wants to go, who still forgets where she’s parked the Tardis when it’s invisible, who still shorts out the psychic paper if she tries to pretend to be a *mature and responsible adult*. Who is still wise and ridiculous and kind; never cruel or cowardly but still rather a coward than a killer, any day. Who cares, and who does things because they are the right thing to do, without hope or witness. Give her weakness (and, in case I can’t stress this enough, something more original than morally grey). The Doctor always needs their companions. Let her need them. Let them teach her and help her grow. The Doctor is flawed. The Doctor needs their friends. The Doctor loves and cares about their friends; their friends “always have been the best of (them)”. The Doctor would and has been, in the past, willing to sacrifice themself for their friends and becoming a woman won’t (and shouldn’t) change that.
Please don’t fundamentally change the Doctor’s character because they have changed gender because they are still the same person, the same heart and soul.
Oh and please, please, for the love of god, please, don’t try and stuff in an unnecessary male love interest.
Cisco Ramon x Reader
You smiled lazily, as you stared out the car window at the night sky, nodding your head to the radio. Light humming caught your attention, making you turn your head towards the figure sitting in the driver’s seat. One of your co-workers, Ira (eye-rah), who was also a great friend of yours, banged her head dramatically to the beat of the song, humming louder as the chorus to the song came up. A light chuckle left your lips as you looked ahead, noticing that you were soon going to be on an extremely high overpass, with a bunch of other roads intersecting underneath. Past the sea of roads, laid Central City, which was lit up with bright lights, making it seem much bigger than it actually was.
Your stomach slightly dropped as you began to go up the overpass, as Ira slowly made the car started to accelerate, to keep ahead of the late night incoming traffic. Gazing curiously out the window, you watched as streams of cars passed on the road underneath you. Suddenly, a glowing bright light blinded you, the light lighting up the night sky so much, it almost looked as if it was day time.
“What the–Shit!” Ira yelled, as the car in front of the two of you came to sudden stop, making Ira swerve to the right, making the car slam into the guardrail.
Everything seemed to go in slow motion, you body jerking forward so hard, the seat belt on your chest ripped. Your body didn’t slow down, making you soar through the windshield, smashing through the glass. Suddenly, you were airborne, your body flying out of the car, and over the guardrail, before plummeting down to the road underneath the overpass you were supposed to be on. While still in mid-air, a searing hot gust of wind hit you from the side as a shock wave hit you, sending you further towards the right.
In a blink, the slow motion of the event was over, and you were soon speeding towards the road. Before you could take a breath, you reached the road. You mentally prepared yourself for an impact that never came. The feeling of being swallowed surrounded your whole body, as blackness consumed you.
Gasping for air, you shot up in bed, your hands reaching around your neck as the feeling of being suffocated slowly dwindled down. Panting, you glanced around your dirty room, resting your head in your hands as the memories from your past rose to the surface because of the terrible dream you had. It has been almost 2 years since the terrible car accident happened, which killed 8 people, including your friend Ira; While it has been only 11 months since you were able to free yourself from the thick pavement of the road you sank into.
It didn’t take long to find out what happened and why. Apparently some kind of explosion happened at some laboratory facility in the city, which not only cause the car crash you were involved in, but also took the lives of many other civilians. And because of this explosion, your body had somehow mutated during your deadly free fall, making you able to phase halfway through the pavement of the road you were supposed to land on. The crash put you in a coma for several months, while your body slowly healed itself from the wounds. It then took another several months of darkness, for you to find a way to phase out of the pavement. To say the least, you were fucking pissed. You wanted to find out who caused the explosion that killed your friend; that dragged you away from your family, who still believes you died in the fiery car crash that ended Ira’s life; and that forced you to endure months of darkness by yourself, the only thing you could hear was the rumbling as cars passed over top of you.
You forced yourself out of bed, grabbing a change of clothes on your way to the bathroom. After using the toilet, taking a shower, changing, brushing your teeth, among other things, you cracked your neck as you made your way back to your room, where you grabbed your backpack. After putting it on, you fastened the straps around your waist, making sure it was securely in place.
You stared up at the gray building that once held the source of the explosion from before. Glancing around quickly, you ran full force to the wall of the building, feeling as though you were running through molasses as you passed through. Looking around your new environment, you noticed you were now in a dimly lit hallway, that seemed to wrap around, making it unable to see what was at the end of either side. After gathering your bearing for a few seconds, you continued to run as fast as you could, phasing through wall after wall, trying to find any sort of clue that could lead you to finding the truth about what the machine that exploded had done to you and many others. After many twist and turns, you made it to what seemed to be the main room of the laboratory, where there was a semi-circular desk, with computer screens on it; a wall where 4 tv monitors were hanging;many different gadgets and technology that you couldn’t even comprehend.
Sneaking quietly into the room, you shifted your gaze around, not spotting anyone in the room you were in, nor in the room next to it with the glass wall. Shuffling quickly to one of the computer monitors, you plopped down into a rolling chair, taking off your backpack, and dropping it by your feet. You cracked your knuckles before you started quickly typed, trying to find a way to hack into the extravagant data system, only to fail miserably. You shook your head, face-palming as you muttered curses to yourself.
“Of course I can’t hack in! What the hell did I expect to learn from YouTube tutorials?” You muttered, rubbing your temples as a headache began to make an appearance. You weren’t used to being up this early, seeing as it was only 6 o'clock in the morning. You continued to curse yourself out for a few moments, before standing up from your seat. You shook your head one last time at the computer screen, before turning towards the door, only to let out a loud gasp. You hand flew to where your heart is, as it raced from seeing a guy standing at the entrance, looking just as shocked as you felt.
“How did you get in here?” He asked, his hand slowly lowering to his pocket, where the outline of a cellphone was. You opened and closed your mouth multiple times, trying desperately to search your mind for an excuse, but coming up blank. The only thing that was clear in your mind was that you should have thought this through, and that you had to get out of there.
“I-uh….I was- You see I…” you stuttered, completely frozen in your spot. Your eyes drifted down to the stack of papers the man held in his hands. An amazing, yet risky idea came to mind, when you assumed those papers could possibly give you a clue as to what kind of research happens in this facility that you didn’t know about. Stepping closer to the man, you reached your hand out as you forced a smile.
“My name is (Y/n)! I’m supposed to be starting an internship here!” You lied, watching as the man’s shocked face turned into a confused one.
“Intern…?” He asked questionably, seemingly hesitant to shake your hand, but doing so anyway.
“Yes! A female doctor called me yesterday, and asked me to come in early today! I should have known this was too early though, but I wanted to look around some, I hope you don’t mind Mister….” you said with a hearty laugh, trailing off so you could learn the man’s name.
“Uh, Cisco Ramon…” he said, giving you a suspicious stare. You gulped as you realized he now had his phone in his hand, and seemed to be calling someone. Panicking, you quickly snatched the pile of folders out of his hand, leaping back as he desperately tried to take them back.
“I’m so sorry Cisco, but I need these!” You called over your shoulder as you ran towards a wall, phasing out of his view.
Cisco’s mouth hang open as he stared at the wall the girl named (Y/n) had somehow passed through just a second before. His phone slipped out of his hand, the faint sound of Barry questioning if Cisco was alright emitting from it. Cisco ignored the faint sound of Barry’s voice, as he made his way to the wall you passed through, touching the wall as if he was expecting it not to be solid. He didn’t understand why your powers fascinated him so much, especially since nape has seen far better, more interesting powers, but then a thought came to mind.
“Is it (Y/n)’s powers I’m fascinated about, or is it (Y/n) herself?” Before he could debate further, a quick rush of wind flashed by him as Barry came to a speedy halt in the middle of the room. Cisco ran a hand through his hair to fix what flew up with Barry’s quick entrance as he shifted his gaze to Barry, who looked confused and worried.
“What’s wrong? You called on the emergency number,” Barry asked, glancing around to try and spot any potential danger.
“A-uh metahuman just broke in, and stole all the files I had on the recent metahuman spottings,” Cisco said, shuffling over to his computer, where (Y/n) was sitting when he first arrived. Upon flopping in his chair, he noticed the worn-out backpack that sat on the floor. Picking it up, he quickly searched through it as Barry did a quick run around the building to ensure there were no more intruders. Cisco didn’t find anything important in the bag, other than a couple packages (fav/snack), and a few random object that were clearly stolen.
“Do you know anything about this metahuman?” Barry asked, peeking over Cisco’s shoulder to peer inside the bag.
“She said her name was (Y/n), but who knows if she was lying,” Cisco muttered, plopping the bag onto the table next to him, before starting to get to work to find out who exactly this ‘(Y/n)’ person was.
“I’m going to find out who you are, Ms. Intangible.”
I’m so numb. So why do I feel this way? I feel like I’m being stabbed, but it’s like I’m hollow. That doesn’t make any sense right?
“Yah, Jungkookie….You’re going to wake up soon, right?” I said, holding his hand as I sat on the chair next to his bed.
“It’s been a year already…It’s been really hard without you..” I laughed at the end. “I always relied on you being there, I miss you. I miss your voice. I wish you were awake so I could feel your arms around me again."
I looked at the monitor, and his heartbeat was steady, and I was grateful for that. Grateful that he wasn’t dead, that he was just in coma. Grateful that he was alive, and that he could hear me.
"Ah, like I was talking about how things have been hard without you…I had to go to my Uncle’s house last week…and my cousins were there. Remember Yoon-ah?” I sighed, thinking of the bad memory. “She sat on my computer…the one my sister gave to me, it was really expensive. I was hurt when she laughed when she sat on it, rather than apologizing. Remember when my Uncle and my Aunt had their baby? He wouldn’t let me sleep. I was woken up at 5AM due to him screaming around the house. I went back to sleep at 8AM, and they let him into the room I was sleeping in. He kept hitting my head and they laughed while he did it…Heh, I was so tired."
"Aish, you’re too nice (Y/N), why can’t you just tell your friend that what she did was wrong?” Jungkook asked for the tenth time.
“Jungkook, no matter how many mistakes someone makes, they’re still human, and they probably have their reasons…and she apologized.” I said, pouting a bit.
“And that makes it okay? You’re really…too nice.” Jungkook said, sighing to himself.
“No I’m not, look how mean I am to you!” I said, trying to defend myself.
“As if,” He snorted. “You treat me like I’m royalty, and even though I can pay for things when we go out, you don’t let me. Seriously like how are you even real, you’re like nice to everyone, even if they treat you like shit; not to mention, your heart is gold…"
-End of Flashback-
I looked up at Jungkook’s face, looking at his delicate features.
"My birthday is soon, in like a week? I’ll be 20 woohoo! You always hated how I am only a week older than you…We used to laugh about it all the time.” I said, laughing a bit, tracing over his knuckles and veins with my finger.
“I know you can hear me, and you’re going to scold me for this…But I’m so so sorry, honestly…I know I’ve apologized countless times ever since this happened. It should’ve been me..” I said, tears escaping my eyes.
“You told me that my heart is golden, you told me I’m too nice….I believe the same thing about you. I’m sorry I never told you. But why did you risk your life for me…? Jungkook, why? I miss you so much, it hurts. Please, please come back.” I cried, resting my forehead onto his hand, listening to my sharp intakes of breath, recalling the memory.
-Flashback-One Year Ago-
“Jungkook, seriously?” I laughed, running out onto the street as he tried to catch me.
I stopped in the middle of the street and put my arms out as the wind blew my hair back.
“Yes, seriously. You ate my ice cream!” He shouted, stopping a distance away from me to catch his breath.
“Oh come on, you’re such a big baby! I’ll go out with the guys, we can go out together and I’ll buy you another, okay?” I asked, laughing a bit at the cute pout settled onto his face.
He had been raving about this ice cream he hadn’t had in ‘ages’ and he was excited to eat it, and I was completely oblivious to which ice cream he had been talking about since he has like 40 of them in his freezer;so…I ended up eating it on accident.
“But it’s not the ice cream that I wanted…” He whined.
“Aish you ungrateful kid…” I murmured. “Okay after we go out to get ice cream, I’ll buy you the same one I ate."
Jungkook smiled and nodded. I looked over my shoulder and caught a glimpse of the sky. I turned my body around fully and stared at the sunset in awe. The purple hues were over the bright mango pink, like an artist had painted it. The sun contrasted with the colors so nicely, I had always thought the sunset was one of the most beautiful things in the world.
"Hey, Jungkook, we should go to the beach and watch the sunset one day…” I said.
“Next year, on your birthday. I promise.” He said, squinting his eyes from the light hitting them suddenly.
“Really? Yay!” I said in disbelief.
As adventurous as Jeon Jungkook seemed, he was so damn lazy. He hated getting out of his room and I would always have to bug him to come out of his room and go somewhere with me before he turned into a vampire, all holed up in his room.
I was so caught up in watching the sunset that I had forgotten I was in the middle of the street, though, the neighborhood seemed calm and quiet. No cars had passed by usually at this time. Once the sun completely went down, I spoke to Jungkook again.
“Wow…That was so nice to watc-”
“(Y/N)!! MOVE!” Jungkook shouted, the loudest I had ever heard him.
I was confused so I turned around but only made it halfway when I felt a strong push as I landed on the floor and the bright light of a car. I heard a loud thud and got up quickly…but not quick enough.
I saw Jungkook on the floor, bleeding. I felt my heart shatter. I felt stupid, it was my fault. I felt pain, I felt sadness, I felt anger. The person in the car had gotten out, it was a middle aged man, he looked at Jungkook and I in horror and called an ambulance. I got down onto the floor next to him and held his hand when he reached for it.
“(Y-Y/N), i-it hur-hurts.” He whimpered.
“You’re going to be okay. You’re going to be just fine I promise.” I said, holding his hand.
He was bleeding in two different places, his middle and his head.
“Jungkook, don’t close your eyes, stay with me.” I kept repeating, looking at him as he held his head, wincing.
I had a horrified expression on my face as his plain white tee shirt turned into a shade of crimson. Then, his eyes were closed, no matter how much I yelled for him…
And he didn’t wake up…
-End of Flashback-
“I’m so, so, sorry Jungkook….It should’ve been me, it’s all my fault, I’m so stupid.” I cried out, my words barely coherent.
“We’re going to go to the beach this year, right? For my birthday…just like you said? Please wake up by then…Please…please…please.” I pleaded.
But it was useless…my pleading wasn’t going to change the fact that he was still under a coma. It wouldn’t change the fact that for the past year, he hasn’t been able to live or die. It wouldn’t change the fact that it happened, that it was my fault. I let the memories run through my head. All 7 years of friendship….and I didn’t confess to him.
“I’m sorry…I’m sorry I hurt you. I’m sorry you’re like this. I’m so so so so so sorry. I can’t imagine my life without you, I can’t imagine it with the person I truly love..” I admitted, letting it slip through my mouth without even realizing.
“I love you…I love you so much, please, come back…come back to me.” I pleaded, my tear stained face becoming sticky.
I visited everyday, for 6 days. It was one day before my birthday. I planned to spend it in that hospital next to him. I smiled and greeted Eun-Jae, the girl at the front. She had become quite familiar with who I was over the past year. I walked over to Jungkook’s room, re-adjusting the sweater he got me and tugging at the long sleeves that fell over my hands.
I saw a few doctors talking in front of the door, and I clutched the stuffed toy and box with a bracelet in my arms. The stuffed toy that Jungkook secretly wanted, Jimin had told me, I smiled as I looked at it, thinking about how goofy Jungkook was. If he wanted a plushie, he could’ve just asked Namjoon. I waited patiently across the hall from his door, I must’ve looked like a complete idiot smiling at a stuffed toy.
One of the doctors looked at me, and I bowed and greeted them. They came up to me with serious faces, and I feared the worst.
“You’re his…best friend? Correct?” The male doctor asked.
“Y-Yes, that’s me. Is something wrong?” I asked in fear.
They both laughed, and I heard a door click open. I widened my eyes at the two doctors.
“Sweetheart, He’s awake.” The female doctor said.
I felt my heart skip a beat, I dropped the things in my arms and saw that the door I heard open, was Jungkook’s. I asked the doctors if it was okay for me to go in, and they gave me permission, so I bowed to them and thanked them. I felt tears welling in my eyes as I rushed to his open door. When I walked in, I saw him, standing and looking out the window.
“J-Jungkook?” I said, my voice unstable.
He turned around, and I saw his face. He smiled.
“(Y/N)?!” He said, walking towards me and hugging me tightly.
Hearing his voice made a waterfall come out of my eyes and onto his hospital gown.
“I-I can’t believe you’re awake.” I let out, my breath uneven.
I couldn’t believe it…his arms were around me again.
We sat down on his hospital bed and we started talking.
“What day is it?” He asked.
“August 27…one year later.” I said.
“One year? I was out that long?” He let out in disbelief. “August 27? Your birthday is tomorrow!"
"Yeah, it is. But I don’t care about that right now. You’re awake. It’s like a dream come true. This year has been hell without you. Do you know how sad I was AT CHRISTMAS?! ALONE?” I said, my eyes tearing up again.
“Ahh, don’t cry again.” He said, bringing his hand up to my face.
“I-I can’t.” I let out.
“I’ll take you to the beach, and we can go do a bunch of things to make up for me being gone.” Jungkook said, smiling at me.
“Are you kidding? You just woke up, take it slow. I’m so sorry, this happened because of me, Jungkook forgive me.” I rambled.
“Hey, don’t be sorry, I’d do anything for you, and I’m fine, the doctors said I can go home. It’s not your fault, I missed you.” He said, hugging me once again.
We kept talking and then we were silent for a while as I fidgeted with my fingers nervously.
Hey so a friend of mine brought up her concerns about the new Doctor Who casting being handled in a transphobic way, and, like, that’s a legit concern so I just wanted to throw a few thoughts out into the void:
A woman playing the Doctor doesn’t make the Doctor a woman, any more than a man playing the Doctor meant they were a man. I’m super excited that a woman is playing the Doctor, but that’s not the same thing as the Doctor now being a woman.
(Same with the Master, though they did a super terrible job at that, complete with Missy’s terrible “well I couldn’t keep calling myself The Master, could I” line because YES SHE COULD MOFFAT FOR FUCK’S SAKE. Don’t get me wrong I LOVE Missy, but that aspect of having the Master played by a woman was Not Handled Well.)
My headcanon, and it’s supported by more evidence than you might think, is that the Doctor is nonbinary and ace-speck, and just doesn’t care what pronouns humans use, which is why they’ve never corrected anyone for using “he.”
So hopefully we’ll get something along the lines of “huh. Guess I look like a girl now. That’s new.” and also a line about the Doctor being fine with “she” just like they were with “he” even though neither is strictly accurate. And somewhere in there they could even throw in the “still not ginger!” joke if they want. And I hope they’re still rude–I don’t want the Doctor to suddenly be nice just because they look like a cis woman; kind, yes, but not nice.
And if we don’t get this kind of nuance, please remember that people are allowed to have their feelings about it, whether those feelings are “yeah no it hurts too much that they did that for me to watch right now” or “that’s a bummer, but I’m still gonna watch because there’s other good stuff going on” or anywhere in between. Being concerned about gender essentialism with a change from male to female actor isn’t the same as the broflakes who can’t handle the Doctor not presenting as male anymore.
Jamie was lounging on his chair at the station watching Ian going up and down showing the first sonograms of his new baby. He had already seen them, of course, as the uncle of the future baby, he had been the first on see them.
His daydream was interrupted by his phone starting ringing, it was a number he didn’t recognise, so he answered quite coldly.
‘Jamie?’ The female voice at the other side made him jump ‘It’s me. Claire, Jenny’s friend. How are you? I hope I haven’t interrupted anything.’
‘No, no, I wasna doing anything. I’m fine, thanks, and ye?’
‘Fine, yeah. I know it looks a bit bold, we haven’t known each for that long, but I wanted to ask you something.’
He had met Claire few weeks earlier, she was a new doctor at the same hospital his sister worked in. A bonnie English lass who had moved to Inverness few months ago. He had admired her form the first minute, but after Jenny had told him she had moved to Scotland after the break up of a long relationship, he had decided be just his friend, his drinking companion on the nights they were out with Jenny and Ian.
‘Dinna fash, ye can ask whatever ye want.’ He told Claire at the phone.
‘See, I have two tickets for a music festival but the person who was coming with me has just withdrawn and I’ve thought if you want to come with me.’
Jamie found himself unable to answer, just sitting still on his chair with the phone firmly at his ear,
‘Jamie? Are you still there? Hello?’ Claire’s voice at the phone brought him back, ‘What do you say?’
‘Yes, why not? It can be a nice plan.’
‘Great. I have to go now. See you on Saturday. Bye’
‘See ye. Have a nice day.’
Few seconds later, she sent him a message with the hour, the address of the venue and a very curious requirement- “Wear leather”.
My sister and I had always had a great relationship. I was the younger “protective” brother and she was the older “troubled” child that always had me on my toes. You see my sister and I were the only ones we could count on after my dad died in a plane accident. My mother was a local gynecologist, and always busy with patients and rarely at home. So that left my sister and I with a lot of time together to talk and lounge around until mom’s arrival.
One afternoon, Amy confided to me that she thought about sex all the time. Anything sexual was never too taboo for her to discuss with me, after all I was the one who often kept her out of trouble. Amy at the age of 22 attended a local community college, and I was 18 and in my senior year of high school. My sister was a tease and sometimes wore clothing in the house that would get my attention. One Friday after school, I was coming up the stairs when Amy appeared out of the master bedroom wearing moms favorite white teddy. I tried to look away but couldn’t when I noticed the teddy had what I called “see through fabric”. I could clearly see the outline of Amy’s bush with her D cup breast matching her thin waistline and wide hips like a goddess. Her nipples pushed into the fabric catching my stare and her aureoles were the size of a tennis ball. I asked her what she was doing and she simply said “nothing, just wondering what it would look like”.
On days when mom wasn’t around we would often play games to pass the time. Monopoly, chess, and cards were some popular ones, but playing doctor was our all time favorite. In the house mom had a spare bedroom made into a examination room for the interns she taught. Having real equipment to play with made it exciting as I played Doctor Ryan wearing my white jacket, and Amy wearing shorts and a tank top played the patient. I would get Amy’s height measurements at 5'5" and then look at her throat and ears on the examination table. With a full report making sure she was in top running order, I tried to keep things at an innocent level.
One day I had Amy on the table fully clothed when I was checking her heart rate. The stethoscope was getting stuck on her low cut blouse and her huge tits weren’t helping. As we were just playing, I was almost ready to skip to the next part of the examination when Amy said “doctor shouldn’t you just have me take off my blouse?”. I looked at her in disbelief, knowing that mom could be home at any time.
I said to her “what if mom would catch us?”
She replied “I’ll just run to my room if she comes home its right down the hall.”
With a reluctant “OK” I helped Amy off with the blouse and put it on a chair next to me.
It was the first time I had ever seen Amy’s bra covered tits other than in the white teddy and it was always a jaw dropping experience.
After hearing her quickening heart rate and getting more nervous about being caught, Amy said to me “doctor isn’t it time you checked my breast for lumps? After all I don’t think we did that on my last visit.”
Looking nervous I reached for my clipboard to act like I was actually reading the last time I did a breast exam to clear my head and decide if I wanted this to go on.
Amy again spoke up after clearing her voice “ doctor without my bra on.”
I timidly agreed and reached around her back to unclasp the huge boulder holder while holding onto my thoughts of what would happen if mom saw the two of us like this. There were 7 clasps undone and the bra still didn’t unfasten. I had some girlfriends who had maybe 4 clasps but never this many. Fearing I had lost my touch, I looked up at my sister waiting patiently for help. Amy just smiled and said, “silly you almost had it” and she removed yet another garment after undoing the final clasp.
I was taken back as my sisters breast were freed from their confines and brought to my unabated gaze for the first time. Her nipples were perfect her globes of flesh were so firm you could knock golf balls off the top of them. I looked them over for a long period of time when Amy interrupted and said, “are you going to feel for lumps or what doctor?”
“Of course” I said, “what kind of doctor would I be if I didn’t?” My hands roamed around feeling her huge milk makers and paying special attention to her pencil eraser shaped nipples. I don’t know what came over me at that moment, but I bent down and sucked on both nipples, fully expecting Amy to end our play time together. I looked up and was really fearing the time as moms arrival was sure to come when Amy spoke yet again with another medical question, “do I feel warm to you doctor?”
I replied “I’m not sure, I think to be careful we should take your temperature” I looked around the room and sure enough there was moms glass flask full of mercury thermometers and soaking in alcohol. Funny I thought, I always use the digital one and can’t seem to find it. Amy must have moved it earlier. I approached Amy and presented her with a thermometer and tried to insert it in her mouth.
“Yuk! That’s not the way doctors do it” she shouted topless and naked from the waist up.
“Excuse me, but I’m the doctor and I think I would know how to take a patients temperature.”
She looked at me with that naughty smile and said, “that’s not what I mean, you see there are two colors of thermometers in the flask red and blue. The blue ones are oral and the red ones are anal. Your holding a red one and you know where that goes right doc?”
I grinned, “well maybe you should decide where your temp is to be taken, close your eyes and choose a thermometer from the flask Ms Ryan” I stated as professionally as I could.
Amy closed her eyes and although I saw her peek, picked out none other than a red thermometer.
“Sorry” I said. “I’m afraid I’m going to need you to assume the position on your hands and knees with bottoms up. Looks like it’s your unlucky day.”
My sister looking brave said “I guess that depends on how you define unlucky.”
Amy laid back on the examination table and watching her tits flop to the sides of her chest, I began undoing her belt on her khaki shorts while looking down at my own rocket cock trying to launch its way out of the silo. Amy assisted by lifting her bottom to help me slide her shorts off along with her shoes and socks.
Gazing at my sister on the paper covered table that made a distinctive crinkling noise, I made my way over to the cabinet where latex gloves and KY Jelly were stored. After being satisfied that there was enough KY on the thermometer, I came back to my panty covered sister who had turned over and assumed the position with her ass to my full view. Anticipating my first look at her naked bottom, I grabbed the elastic of her pink cotton panties and began nudging them down. Amy resuming her role as patient stopped me and loudly stated, “I know this isn’t a good time doctor, but I’ve heard you are writing a book about the female anatomy and looking for research am I right?”
“Yes…..yes I am Ms Ryan”, I said dying from expectation.
Amy looking over her shoulder with a look of someone about to have her temperature taken up her ass replied, “well it’s OK with me if you use your camera and camcorder over there to record my examination for your medical research to complete your book if you want to.”
Thinking of the possibilities of sending my friends e-mail attachments with pictures of my sisters naked pussy, I realized I should hurry up and take the porn pictures before she changed her mind. “Great idea Ms Ryan, but I should make you aware first that a lot of people are going to see these pictures in my new book, people you may or may not know.”
My sister now rubbing her panties into the lips of her sex looked back again and replied “may I know some examples of whom may see these pictorials doctor?”
Quickly I said, “Well I do have some colleagues whose names are notorious in the gynecology field, like my friend Dr Livingston (aka best friend), Dr Cape (aka second best friend), and maybe just maybe Dr Lilienthal(aka my sisters best friend).” Testing the waters as my sister has told me countless times she is bi-curious.
“Yessss” My nympho sister said as if a shocked doctor wasn’t there, “not only do I know all those doctors but you can show them to others as well if you want. I trust you Dr. Ryan. I’m all yours to display to the medical community and the eyes of professionals like yourself.”
Thinking fast I said, “Can I have copies made for my wallet, you never know when reference anatomy pictures would come in handy to show to others.”
“Anything you want doctor, including a full pictorial for self stimulation maybe or to add to a closet wall or a screen saver on a computer. Amy caught me by surprise by referring to the back of my closet where several well placed Playboy centerfolds are hanging that my mom hasn’t found yet.
In view of how far my sister was in sexual pleasure, I thought it best to try out my good fortune again, "Ms. Ryan with your permission and signed consent, I would like to post your medical pictorials on the internet and give you the profits from their sale. Would you agree to that?”
Impatiently Amy cried out “all that sounds great now let’s take my temperature and continue with this discussion later shall we”. Positioning the HD camcorder and bringing the Cannon SLR digital camera into arms reach, I began to dwell again about all the ramifications of what I was doing and what mom would say if we were to get caught. Getting the best possible ass and pussy camera shot, I began pulling the sides of Amy’s panties around her flared shaped hips in the hope that she wouldn’t interrupt me again.
Sliding her panties slowly down to her thighs, Amy displayed her untouched furry fuck hole to me for the first time. I picked up the SLR and as on cue, she took two of her sexy fingers and opened her womanhood to my camera’s gaze. I noticed a wet spot at the entrance to her slit and an odor that I can only describe as sweet.
“I can’t wait till we show the tape to everybody whom is helping with the research. Do you think they will like it?” My sexual vixen cried out.
“I’m sure they will Ms Ryan because you have a beautiful vagina. Lets remove the panties fully so I can view your pussy easier with the camera shall we”
Amy hurriedly removed the rest of her clothing and naked bent over and spread her pink gash more fully for my viewing pleasure. “If it’s OK with you doctor can we use the technical term for my vagina.”
“Sure thing” I said while hitting the shutter button of my Cannon Rebel to record the event.
“I think you should refer to it as a cunt, don’t you agree Dr. Ryan”
“Yes Amy that sounds nice, cunt it is”.
Wanting to move on I put away the camera and loosened my top polo shirt button. Looking into the view finder, I adjusted the camcorder to view as much of my sisters naked body as possible. Gently I took the thermometer and placed it on Amy’s brown flexing hole to prepare her for the intrusion.
“Are you ready Amy?” I asked.
“Stick it in doc.” Amy replied holding her ass cheeks as far apart as possible.
I slowly inserted and held the thermometer in my sisters ass harboring thoughts again of my mom walking in on the two of us. What should we do or say I thought? How could we explain this? Thoughts of us being grounded, thoughts of mom joining in, and thoughts of my life ending as I knew it were all possibilities. Pulling out the thermometer it read 98.6, perfect just like the ass it came from I thought.
“Have you had your prostrate checked lately Ms Ryan?” I asked watching my sisters hand get wet playing with her furry beaver to my delight.
“No could you please doc, I’ve never had one done and you never can be too careful these days.” Amy said while getting us both aroused.
I prepped my latex finger with KY and told my sister to just relax and back up so it would go in easier. She looked back and shocked me yet again, “do your worse doc!”
I took this as an invitation and shoved my finger fully into my sisters ass as she impaled herself on my single digit. “Yesssss” she screamed, bewildering me if she was actually enjoying this or just trying not hurt my feelings and end it. I wiggled my finger in her brown hole and withdrew it taking pride in that another barrier had been torn down between myself and Amy. I began scribbling on my clipboard a note that said in large capital letters, “PERFECT BUTT”. I laughed at its symbolism and showed Amy who giggled along with me.
Moving on Amy turned over and let me fire off more pictures of her lovely hot box with a smile to go along with it. I was flabbergasted as she made known to me her next request, “Dr Ryan I heard this is the best fertility clinic around am I right?”
“Yes I believe it is” I told her.
“You see my girlfriend and I are thinking the time is right for me to have a baby, and she told me to come here so you I can try out your special equipped fertility thermometer for my other hole.” “You know the one that everyone says supposedly gets girls pregnant” Amy said with a stupid look on her cute face. Thinking about what she just asked, I put her legs up in the stirrups at the end of the examination table and ordered Amy to unfold her hairy love petals so I could obtain photo’s of my sisters snatch. “This one’s for the internet” I thought to myself with a smile and a click.
Pausing briefly with the camera I said, “This can be done Ms Ryan but I need to know a couples of things first?”
“Sure like what?” My sister said while letting me take more photos of her most intimate parts.
Staying in character I said, “if this doesn’t work on you I may need to see your girlfriend for some special fertility treatments to get herself a baby, do you think she’s up for that?”
“I know she’ll do whatever it takes doctor she wants a baby too”
Rapidly I added “also I may need permission granted for some nude photographs of the two of you for my book, some erotic if that’s OK?”
Looking a little distracted at my camera my sister looked up and mouthed “whatever you want doc.”
“Great!” I said, “now I need to ask you one serious question before we begin the treatment.”
“Go on?” my sister replied.
Thinking of mom hearing the news that my sister was pregnant I had to ask, “are you on birth control?”
Amy looked as if lost in thought for a moment and said in a uneasy manner “No, is that going to be a problem doctor. I mean I am trying to get pregnant you know.” Quibbling on and reminiscent of her desire to have sex with me.
“Well you can’t be careful enough with the types of diseases that are out today. So I’m afraid we’ll have to use the precautionary mode until certain tests are negative. Is that OK Ms Ryan?”
“Yeah, whatever, yor the doc” My disappointed sister winded out.
I pulled out my lucky condom from my wallet that I always had in case of emergencies, and took off all my clothes except for the white lab coat to stay in character. Amy’s eyes widened with approval when she saw my cock for the first time. I wasn’t huge but 8 inches was not only the longest, but also the thickest from what she told me later .
I was now stroking my rocket when Amy piped in, “you want me to prime your special fertility tool doc?”
Shaking my head yes I stepped up to the examination table and stuck my dick in my sisters mouth for the first time polishing my knob. Trying to imprint every second to memory, I looked up only to realize that everything was already recorded on HD tape. How sweet life is I thought to myself. Look a sister and brother porn star team. I started to think of these silly screen names that all the porn stars have to hide their real ones. For Amy I thought, “Hairyhunny” because she tastes sweet as honey. Myself, “Spaceshuttle” because I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have sex in zero gravity. Would you ultimately end up bouncing off the walls? I chuckled at the thought.
After several minutes of coming on the brink of orgasm and then the thoughts of mom catching us to bring me back down, I decided to go for broke and complete the act of incest by fucking my sisters hairy twat for the first time.
“Are you ready Ms Ryan I think you have my instrument primed properly?” I said
“Yeah doctor, put your fertility tool in me now” Amy impatiently cried.
I walked around the table sliding the rubber over my hardon and putting on some KY put my cock at the forbidden entrance of incest. Holding Amy’s pink hairy folds as far apart as they would go, I gave my sister her last final chance to back out.
She looked me in the eye and said “Do it! Do it now! Make me pregnant with your fertility tool Doctor Ryan!”
Hearing her talk that way made my purple headed prick lose control, and plunge to her womanly depths instantly.
“Time to make you a woman Ms Ryan” I said bringing my cock out and rubbing it on her pubic hairs then plunging it back into her hairy canal.
My sister shrieked and yelled out of character for the first time “Yessssss fuck me brother my body is yours. Order me and I’ll show my hairy pussy to anyone you want. I like it when your friends see me like the slut I am. I want to be your personal whore at your beckoning call. I’ll call you master and do whatever you want as long as you show my body to your friends.” My naked patient decried to me out of breath and in sexual bliss.
Talking like this in the heat of the moment, I couldn’t resist getting my sisters complete control while fucking her and I knew once she calmed down she would recant all comments she had just made. So I said in a more businesslike brotherly tone “are you serious about doing anything Amy?” While standing at the end of the examination table and pumping my protected cock in and out of my naked sister.
Calming down a little she looked me in the eye and said “tell me what you want and I’ll tell you what I want little brother.” As if fucking my nasty sister wasn’t enough, bartering was always a way for one of us to get what the other would not give. At this moment I couldn’t think of what my sister could want from me since we were already having sex so I laid down my terms of the agreement.
I spoke wisely, “ I want to bump uglies with your best friend (Brittany). Tonight if possible in the woods out back while moms asleep”. Brittany is 22 years old and my sisters best friend. I have always wanted in her pants since she and Amy became friends.
Amy smiled a evil grin and looking between her legs said “I think I can get her to sneak out”
“ Do you think she’ll do it?” I asked.
My sister looked up “Yeah she’s good at sneaking out.”
“That’s not what I meant, I’m talking about fucking” I frantically replied.
The next thing my sister told me was something I’ll never forget to this day. Impaling herself as far as my cock would go in her she told me in her exact words, “if she doesn’t agree to fuck you (which I think she will), I’ll help you hold her down and rape her. Promise”
Now it was happening to me as well as my sister when an evil grin appeared on my face, “Do you think she will tell anyone?”
Amy replied “she didn’t say a thing when she turned 18 and her mom held her down and let her dad raped her!”
“Get out of town!! I don’t believe that!” I shouted while still pumping my man meat inside my sister . Amy looking down at her hairy pussy told me, “that’s not all.”
“It isn’t?” I quizzically stated.
“When I got Brittany to actually talk about it she said she actually began to like the idea so much she helped her mom hold down her sister while her dad had his way with her. Imagine losing your cherry to your dad and then helping him with your sister. Its fucked up and I laugh every time I talk to her about it, that family has been into incest ever since. Incest is the best!” My sister chanted.
I’ve written a lot of stuff over the years, for several different fandoms. Here’s most/all of it. I tried to list them in order from oldest to most recent, so if you read them in order you can see how my writing style has progressed over time.
Supernatural (tv show)
Note: I do not write anything for Supernatural anymore, because I stopped watching the show like two seasons ago. All of these pieces are at least a year old. As such, they’re not my best, so please don’t judge too harshly.
Single Mom (platonic WInchesters+Cas/new mom!reader)
Note: DW is still one of my favorite shows, but I’m dreadfully behind on it. I haven’t seen ANYTHING since Matt Smith (yes I know, it’s tragic), and I haven’t written anything for it in quite a while (so once again, don’t judge these too harshly).
Clueless (Eleven/reader, platonic Amy Pond/reader) [this one makes me cringe a lot when I read it now but a lot of people liked it so I’m putting it on here anyway]
This Is How I Disappear (Doctor/reader, literally pure angst) [I actually ended up turning this one into a series; you can read the sequels here if you want: xxxxx ]
Note: Seriously, I’m so bad at keeping up with my fandoms. Marvel is life, and while I have seen every movie that is currently part of the MCU (plus several different cartoons that I watch with the kids I babysit), I’m not so good at keeping up with tv shows. I’m like two seasons behind on Agents Of S.H.I.E.L.D., I still haven’t finished Daredevil, and I haven’t even seen Agent Carter or Jessica Jones yet. I don’t get a lot of free time, okay? Bear with me.
Single Mom (platonic Avengers/S.H.I.E.L.D. agent!reader) [I apparently wrote this before I discovered proofreading, but y’all don’t seem too bothered by my spelling errors so here it is.]
Oh, How The Mighty Fall (In Love) (Loki/reader) - requested [Please note that I do not write Loki/reader things anymore. Because (sorry fangirls) Loki is a villain, and manipulative as heck, and just generally not healthy relationship material. I can’t write in-character Loki stuff without making him abusive. So no more Loki.]
Note: Bands are easier to keep up with than tv shows, because I just have to follow them on social media and listen to any new music they put out. I first started writing 5SOS stuff in, like, early 2014, so some of these are pretty old, but oh well.
You’re In The Band And You Have A Seizure (platonic boys/reader) - requested[I have never had a seizure, or known anyone who had them, so this is 100% based off of research I did. Sorry of any of the info is wrong.]
FINALLY. This list literally took all day to make, you have no idea. I am taking requests right now, but like I said, I’m super busy, so I can’t promise they’ll be done any time soon.
Fandoms I’ll Write For:
Marvel (comics or movies)
certain video games (depending on if I know enough of the plot – message me if you have a certain game you want me to write for)
Shadowhunters (tv show)
The Mortal Instruments and The Infernal Devices (book series)
My only rule is that I don’t write smut (limes are fine, but no actual sex), don’t write about rape or abusive relationships, will not write anything that includes incest or romanticizes self harm (yes, I’ve had people ask for both), and won’t write anything OOC (Out Of Character). And I do write imagines for female characters as well! If you have a request, feel free to send it to me!
Genre: Angst,Fluff | Photographer/Artist!AU Lenght: +5K Summary: Jungkook had everything in life: fame, money and people at his feet ready to every single command he would gave. But the only thing he wanted was you. But you were gone.
[A/N] I’M BACK! I can’t believe it. As always, I apologies for always being so late but life is being hard on me so yeah ^^’’ BUT! I’m finally back with this new chapter and I hope you enjoy it yey. Please tell me what you think about it!
Get away from my sherlolly with your faux feminism
We are not offended at what happened to Molly. She is not a damsel in distress or a love interest. Stop being offended for us. Take your salty ass somewhere else. Molly Hooper DOES have a life outside of Sherlock and her love for him. Molly is accomplished in her career, she’s intelligent and competent and has many meaningful relationships in her life. Her blog talks about several of her close friends. She was close enough to the Watsons to be named godmother to their daughter. She has a very active dating life and while Sherlock was away, knowing the entire time that he was alive and after he’d just made a pretty big confession that would’ve left anyone else hanging onto with hope (“you do count”), Queen Molly Hooper went and got herself a cute boyfriend and nearly married him. Molly’s life does NOT revolve around Sherlock. You only have to listen to the beginning of their phone call to realize that she’s not always at his beck and call. However, Molly IS in love with Sherlock and it’s not degrading or insulting to feminism or whatever the fuck you people want us to be pressed about to give a female character a love life. In the context of Molly’s relation to Sherlock, yes the main plot is that she’s in love with him. But as much as I would love a show about Molly and all the badass things she does as a doctor and her going on dates and having drinks with the girls, what we know about Molly falls in the context of the place she has in Sherlock’s life. Being a love interest is only insulting when that’s ALL a female character is. And Molly Hooper is a fucking badass bitch in every aspect of her life and if y'all had spent less time complaining about her existence and more time paying attention, you would already know that. So please, get the fuck outta here with your fake concern. We’re doing just fine.