i feel like i’m beating a dead horse at this point talking about all the numerous things about eleven’s run(/moffat’s era) that haven’t worked for me

but I think one of those things is really the way the companions go in and out of the Doctor’s life, with the result being that the Doctor/companion bond never feels as intense or necessary to me as I think it should. they feel more like long-distance friends who see each other once every two centuries, rather than the very close intense partnership we’ve had from… virtually every other team TARDIS

a nice upside to this would be getting to see amy, rory and clara’s lives outside the doctor… but we don’t. we drop in and out of their lives as he does. and because he drops in and out of their lives so much, it’s very hard for me as the viewer to truly invest in the notion that the doctor and amy pond are bestest best buds forever, or that clara loves eleven so dearly, et cetera

even in those minisodes on the s6 boxset, we learn that even while the ponds are on the TARDIS, the doctor goes off and has x number of numerous adventures on his own while they sleep. that always rang really false to me in addition to being dangerous — what if he gets hurt? what if he dies? then they’re stuck on this TARDIS in the middle of nowhere? isn’t the point of travelling with them to share these adventures with them? he can’t wait eight hours while the ponds sleep?

with clara, i was happy to assume that while clara only saw the doctor once a week, the doctor skipped from clara adventure to clara adventure. except… TOTD suggests that isn’t really the case; he was off having adventures with everyone’s favourite dismembered cyberman head, rather than picking up clara to take her investigating with him.

and of course by time of the doctor we know that eleven has been eleven for probably around a millennium (300-400 years through s5-s7, then a whopping 600 or so in TOTD alone) and… he spent maaaaaybe, like, five total years of that with amy and clara combined. throw in the one-off adventures he had off screen with river, and we’re still at, like, a decade if i’m generous. and that might be fine if it wasn’t ten years with companions compared to 990 years alone.

i dunno, man. i don’t know how i can believe these relationships mean so much to these characters when they are essentially only cameo appearances in the doctor’s life, and he seems to function more or less the exact same without them.

Well, to be honest with you, slightly baffled. I’ve never been quite able to work it out. … My children inform me that it doesn’t quite make sense.









This is perfect


Yes, I thought so too….Had to be done, had to be!

If Frigga was on the Avengers, the movie would have been over in five minutes and have less butts


i love this. i cant even- IM FUCKING PISSING MYSELF

(Source: burdened-with-glorious-love)

An Open Letter to Caitlin Moran


Dear Caitlin Moran,

Yesterday afternoon I was with my friend and looking through the list of people she follows on Twitter, and your name appeared. I had already heard about you, mostly because your books had been recommended to me. I wondered for a moment if I should follow you too - I’m shy about following celebrities but you’re the type of person someone like me, who likes to think herself a feminist, wouldn’t be ashamed to publically be interested in. My friend, in any case, spoke very highly of you. “And you know,” she told me, “she’s hosting the Q&A of The Empty Hearse BFI event today!”

It was only one more reason to envy you, a massively successful writer only a few years older than me, living a life of highbrow glamour at exclusive events, rubbing shoulders with interesting people. I was about to yield.

Alas, in our Internet age, what a difference a few hours makes.

In a rather spectacular manner, you managed to antagonise an entire fandom made up almost entirely of young, liberal-minded women like me, aka your core readership. How did you accomplish this? On paper, it doesn’t sound like much: you picked an erotic Sherlock fanfic off the Internet and made the stars of the show read an extract aloud for shits and giggles. But while it was most certainly shit, it wasn’t giggles for anyone, and least of all for us.

I’ve been writing and reading fanfic for more than a decade, and I can very well imagine how humiliated and mortified the writer of the fanfic you selected feels. But compassion isn’t the only thing that’s prompting me to write this, or indeed the only reason why I’m absolutely furious with what you did.

You see, I’m also an English teacher in secondary school in France and I happened to find out, because teenagers don’t know how to be discreet about that sort of stuff, that one of my pupils is a huge fan of Sherlock. She’s trying to get into a British school next year and mentioned in her cover letter, which she asked me to help her with, that she writes “fiction” and that it helped her to improve her language skills. It doesn’t take the world’s only consulting detective to deduce that she writes fanfic.

I don’t know what type of fanfiction it is. It could be general stories focused on Lestrade, it could be fluffy romance between Anderson and Donovan, or indeed, it could be erotica involving Sherlock and John, the type of fiction Steven Moffat so ignorantly referred to as “gay porn”. But last night, after hearing about what you did, the only thing I could think of was, what if you had selected my pupil’s fiction to mock with your good buddies from the cast? What would this 17 year-old girl, who adores the show, who loves Benedict Cumberbatch so much she recommended Parade’s End to her friends, and who’s brave enough to put her writing out there even though she’s not a native English speaker, what would this young girl have thought if she’d seen her idol forced to read something she’d written in the privacy of her bedroom for other like-minded fans in front an audience of hundreds with the obvious intent of making fun of it? 

I think it’s pretty clear from your actions that you don’t know squat about fandom, or else you would’ve guessed that it would take only a few hours for this to make the rounds all over social networks. No one in the Sherlock fandom has been spared the video of this public lynching of a fan’s writing. And this isn’t like Charles Dance doing a dramatic reading of Fifty Shades of Grey on television. True, fanfic can be found on public platforms, but that doesn’t mean it’s fair game. Contrary to books, which are actively promoted on publication and submitted to reviews and, yes, mockery, fanfic is written by fans and for fans. Fanfiction writers don’t seek to get the attention of the general public, and even less of the people involved in the source material. Basically, we just want to be left alone in our sandbox to play.

I’m sure you know what you did wasn’t illegal*. But what you failed to realise is that it was cruel. You were too lazy or sloppy to do your job properly, so you decided to take a piece of fan creation you knew would embarrass the actors and used their reaction to turn it into ridicule, because that’s what all the cool kids like Graham Norton are doing. You didn’t stop and think for a second of how the author of the piece would feel. Because that’s not what you do, Caitlin, is it? Up there on your Olympus of edginess and pseudo-intellectualism, you don’t give a flying fuck who you offend, and especially not the nerds sitting at the table near the rubbish bin in the cafeteria, as this recent tweet of yours so brilliantly demonstrates:


Really, Caitlin? Really?

I fail to see how sexual intercourse or lack thereof has anything to do with impassioned involvement in a pop culture product, but then the infamous “she’s too excited over something, someone get a dick between her legs” adage is old as dirt, and we fangirls are commonly branded as hysterical, frustrated biddies. Only that kind of noxious garbage doesn’t usually come from a self-proclaimed feminist who built a career on female empowerment.

I’ve been wanting to write an essay about the misrepresentation of fangirls for a while now, but I’m tired, to be honest. I’ve already posted thoughts on the subject and others have written about it too, better than I could have. And in the end, it all comes down to one simple thing: misogyny.

Making fun of fangirls for being too emotional while giving sports fans a free pass is misogyny. Using the same glass-wearing, inhaler-wielding, plain-looking stereotypes of nineties sitcoms on fangirls while geeks are hailed as the new hipsters is misogyny. And passing off erotic fanfiction or fanart as immature and grotesque in a society that still struggles to accept female self-stimulation as normal and natural, as opposed to male masturbatory practices, is misogyny.

Yes, Caitlin, yesterday you helped perpetuate misogyny. I don’t care if you  were just trying to be funny and clever. I don’t care if you supposedly read fanfic yourself. I don’t care how bad you thought that particular extract was. If you had picked the most gag-worthy example of weeping cock purple prose, I wouldn’t have cared either. That is not the point. The point is that you just added a nice shiny brick to the wall of dumbing down, stereotyping and ultimately undermining female assertiveness and desire. Congratulations.

I would plead with you to think long and hard about what you’ve done and apologise to the people you’ve hurt and humiliated, but I know you will never read this letter. I am well aware of the David and Goliath proportions of this fight. You have almost 500K followers on Twitter and I have 24. With a little luck I’ll get this reblogged a few times, and you’ll continue to write in a national newspaper. But that’s precisely what fandom is about, and precisely what people like you will never understand. It doesn’t matter how many followers we have, or how many people read our fanfic or look at our fanart, or how many of them will like it. We do what we do because we need it to express ourselves, and because we are unable to stay passive when we feel strongly about something. And it will be a cold day in hell before any self-satisfied celebrity journalist with a superiority complex can stop us.

No love,


*(ETA: or maybe it is. See this post for more details: http://fyeahcopyright.tumblr.com/post/70195624481/fair-dealing-for-the-purposes-of-humiliation. Thanks to heidi8 for the link.)



tonights bdsm safe word is “superwholock” because thats the best moodkiller i can think of

i made this post two days ago late at night when i was tired as shit and ive gotten at least 10 death threats, 13 messages threatening to dox me, and 5 telling me that im “a piece of shit user who needs to stick a dragon dildo up their ass while shoving a cock down my throat” and i still love this post




Stephen Fry interviewing Simon Lokodo, Uganda’s Minister for “Ethics and Integrity” 


absolutely ridiculous

I’m never getting over this.




These are all going into my daily vocabulary right the fuck now.

I fucking love military acronyms. They are the best.

To anyone telling me Steve would never swear. 




These are all going into my daily vocabulary right the fuck now.

I fucking love military acronyms. They are the best.

To anyone telling me Steve would never swear. 

(Source: girlhattan)


I’m glad that Bilbo Baggins exists

Because in the book, the dude was pretty firmly middle aged when his crazy-ass adventure started

He was settled down in the house that belonged to his parents and had done precisely jack shit with his life

It gives me hope that maybe some nutcase wizard will eventually show up and be like yo

you’re a burglar now

don’t even care that you didn’t roll rogue homie we got dragons to slay and kingdoms to save 




I don’t go running because I want to be thin.

I go running because










going to


show up


and tell you




this is literally my favorite running post of all time. hands down.

I should start running




Someone just pointed out to me how Anne Frank and Martin Luther King JR. were both born in the same year, but most people associate them as being in complete different points in history.

This blew my mind

Not only temporally adjacent/overlapping, but causally linked: Black WWII servicemen returning home to the South, fresh from a war and in no mood to put up with Jim Crow quietly, was one of the dynamics that fed the Civil Rights movement.

Daisy Bates talks about it in her memoir; so do some others.

(Source: seattlbites)