#but so far her era is nowhere near as bad as yall were making it out to be

[robiniswriting]

so. ive watched through s11 of doctor who and ive only truly disliked three episodes. all of them from s11 and all written by chris chibnall. those episodes are rosa, arachnids in the uk, and kerblam, and even those three could be salvagable. just give me 20 minutes in the writer’s room.

in conclusion, am I chris chibnall’s biggest fan? no. absolutely not. do I think he’s as abhorrent as people make him out to be? also no! i enjoy the 13th doctor, and i think the controversy over her companions being nothing more than cardboard cutouts is valid but also vastly overdramatized. personally i have become deeply fond of the three of them! there are some very solid episodes in s11 and I thoroughly enjoyed resolution. im intrigued to see how the next two seasons pan out!

tl;dr so far the writing for the thirteenth doctor is decent in most episodes, abhorrent in a few, and could certainly be improved on if they consulted a single cultural sensitivity writer and/or woman, but if I don’t take it too seriously, its just campy lighthearted fun. and jodie whittaker’s performance absolutely carries!

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Dadsona with amazing makeup talent doing making a fake gore piece to scare the dads

 It was finally done; the latex had settled in, the alcoholic paints had dried, and you looked beyond terrifying. Had someone seen you out in public, they would have run the other direction or called an ambulance. Or both. You called out to [Dad] from inside your bedroom, saying you had a surprise for him as you crept behind the bedroom door. The door opens, and you jump up from behind the door, letting out an ungodly screech to scare the life out of [Dad]’s face.Craig; Letting out his athletic instincts, Craig cried out and shoved you as far away as he could, accidentally making you lose your balance and fall on the floor. Once his mind registered what was happening though, he quickly helped you up and chuckled at his own reaction. ‘Bro, that was really good.’ Craig would laugh and poke at your makeup covered face. ‘It looks so real! You have to try it on me sometime, dude.’ He got to know all about your fx makeup skills and actually got over the fact he actually screamed once you scared him. In the end, you did a similar look on Craig to your current one, and when you both looked into the mirror, two gory faced men smiled back. Hugo; A bloodied, messed up face getting all up in his own face made Hugo back up against the wall in a panic, letting out a little shriek. The bloodied face laughed at his reaction, leaving the man confused at first, but finally realized that the terrifying makeup filled face was just you. ‘Well, that’s one way to make an entrance.’ He’d cough and fix his disheveled clothes and hair, straightening his glasses before making his way over to study you. ‘Hmm, you really did a good job on making it look real, though I think you’re missing a few things from the face muscles…’  Hugo would be interested with your passion with this sort of thing, helping you out when some of the facial features didn’t look quite right and reading books about mythical creatures to help you out. Sometimes, he’d watch wrestling matches where the men got pretty messed up in the face and showed it to you whenever you were looking for new fake bruise references.Robert; Jump-scaring a man who just finished two killer documentaries while wearing extremely realistic gore fx makeup wasn’t your cleverest moment. In a split second, he had pulled out his knife and gave you an animal-like stare. ‘Woah, R-Robert! It’s just me!’ You stammered, making Robert sigh of relief and put away the knife. ‘Shit, kid. Thought you were a damn cryptid for a sec.’ He prodded at your face. ‘Not bad. Was it really necessary to scare me, though?’ Robert actually got quite interested in your skills and would sometimes watch as you put the look together, admiring your devotion to such an unusual practice. Oh, and the gore of course. However, he made you promise not to scare him like that again, being the superstitious guy he was, he might actually think you were a cryptid and pull out his knife again. True to your word, you never scared him with your fx makeup again, but you did show off the pieces you were proud of, much to Robert’s delight.Joseph; Poor Joseph. He had just finished baking some brownies for you both to share and what did he get in return? A gore-filled face popping out at him from behind the bedroom door. ‘Oh, jeez!’ Joseph cried out and stepped back abruptly, making some of the brownies fall on the wooden floor below. You immediately caught Joseph by the shoulders to prevent him from completely falling and steadying him. ‘Watch the brownies!’ He reminded, not wanting to waste his labor of love. Once he made sure that the brownies were in place and the ones that met their untimely death were placed in the trash, you sat beside each other, biting off chunks of the brownies that remained. ‘Christ, that’s really terrifying. Please tell me the kids haven’t seen you.’ Joseph studied your fake blood covered face. He’d be supportive that you were so passionate about it but felt a bit wary whenever you showed him your latest creation.Damien; You knew Damien was terrified of scary things, but you decided to pull along with the scare just for fun, promising yourself to treat him to a lot of cuddles and kisses to make him forget (after you took off the makeup, of course). When he pushed open the door, your horrifying face showed up out of nowhere, making the pitiful guy scream with horror and run down the hallways of the house. ‘Wait, Damien! It’s just me!’ You shouted and jogged after him, grabbing the doorknob to his study before he could lock it. Damien screamed again. ‘What on earth do you want from me?!’ He cowered into a corner, only realizing it was you right then and there. ‘Wait, Y/N? Oh my, what have you done to yourself, darling?’ You explained that it was just makeup while trying to get him to relax. ‘Ah, I see. Well, in the Victorian era, people wore makeup to cover the blemishes on their face. You, however...’ He’d be absolutely haunted whenever you tried on your fx makeup but was glad you found something to obsess over.Mat; You had called him over in the middle of one of his music sessions, so he was a bit curious on your surprise since you really didn’t disturb him when he was listening to music. Not that he minded, of course. As he walked down the hallway, he hummed to the tune of some forgotten song and pushed open the door to get a disfigured face thrusted at him. Mat screamed and pulled the door closed in panic, accidentally hitting his head in the process. ‘Aw, crap...’ He groaned and rubbed his forehead, hearing the bedroom door open and the same disfigured face kneeling down to him, a look of concern on its bloodied face. ‘Sorry about that, babe. You alright?’ You apologized and felt his forehead. Mat looked at you, realizing that it was indeed you and felt your face. ‘Babe, I love you, but you look so terrifying that I kinda wanna run away screaming right now.’ He’d always get a bit scared because of your extremely realistic skills, but once he remembered that under all that scab blood and liquid latex was his sweet, loving boyfriend, he eased up a bit. Just a bit. Brian; Oh, Brian. Sweet, strong, fearless Brian. Sure, you knew Brian was hardly scared of anything, so you were determined to frighten him so bad the color would drain from his face. His footsteps sounded down the hall and led in front of the door, slowly being pushed open. You jumped out at him, and in the most anti-climatic reaction ever, he simply widens his eyes and steps back a bit, before realizing that it’s you and smirking. ‘Y/N, who do you think I am? Daisy?’ Brian joked. ‘No, no. Even Daisy wouldn’t fall for this. Nice try though, honey!’ You huffed, disappointed your scare didn’t work and sat on the bed, your head hanging in shame. Brian stifled a laugh and sat beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. ‘God, you’re that fearless?’ You muttered, resting on his shoulder. ‘I can’t beat you, Brian Harding.’ He sighed and kissed you at the top of your head (since your forehead was covered in latex, and no way in hell was he ever putting his mouth near that). ‘You just did, honey. No way could I ever pull a look like that off. I’d just spill the makeup all over myself and look like a complete clown. Not a scary one, either.’ He was proud that you were so talented at fx makeup but asked you not to do it when Daisy was around, no matter how smart she was, he didn’t want her seeing such graphic makeup though it was fake. Other than that, Brian would be very impressed.((i love fx makeup so much so i just had to do this one!! also its the first of october for me, happy spooks yall :) ))-mod coffee cake