#couldn't make realistic-looking humans with the technology they had at the time. so they just didn't!

[agnesandhilda]

all in all I really liked kinitopet with the exception of the "real life" segments. the hard cuts to dimly-lit survival horror felt stylistically jarring and overly obvious for a game that's mostly a psychological horror period piece

[tenthcrowley]

Show: Doctor Who.

Character: Tenth Doctor.

Reader: GN reader / gender not specified.

Summary: In Chapter One, you meet the Doctor, he was quite confused about you being so excited about everything. How did you know things about him? (Just added, lol I'm sorry I forgot)

Chapters: 1/?

The Prologue . | Chapter One | . Chapter two. Chapter Three.

DREAMING

Chapter One

He was alone at the TARDIS. Just him and the pure silence that's slowly killing him. His gaze went through the whole empty ship. He misses Rose. So, so much. He knew the TARDIS also misses her. They needed her laugh, her smile, her voice.

"Well! What do we say about another trip, ay?" He walks up to the controls, faking a big smile and ignoring his watered eyes. The Doctor began to set up coordinates, not sure when and where to go, just go.

"Ready?" He whispers before pulling a lever, feeling how the TARDIS starts flying. He sits on the floor, hugging his own legs and staring at a wall.

That's his whole life. He travels, he finds a travel-partner, after a while he losts them or leave them and keeps travelling. And the cicle repeats.

"You know? I just wish someday I can find someone inmortal, as me. Another Time Lord." Keeps talking to, well, the TARDIS, but clearly does not get an answer.

Suddenly, the TARDIS starts shaking and malfunctioning, making the Doctor to grab himself from the button controller. Quickly standing up to see what's wrong and how to fix it.

"Come on! You listen to me! What are you doing?!" The panel control has lot the coordinate, it wasn't even functioning anymore, nothing he did was working. So The Doctor managed to stop it by himself, finally to fly all over the ship and get pushed to a wall. "Ouch." Came out of his mouth.

Where has he landed?

He stood up and walked to the door. He opened it and saw a guy, maybe a human. This person was looking at him like if he is some kind of a ghost.

"Uh, hello." The Doctor greeted with a big smile, closing the door of the TARDIS after he stepped out of it. "So! Where are we?" The brunette alien-man walked around what seemed to be a tiny little house. Wrong. He saw a balcony. It was a flat then. "Lovely flat!" He walks towards a window and looks outside. "I'm guessing... 2011? 2013? It's way basic technology." He whispers to himself and turns to the strange guy again.

You were completly shocked, to be honest. You couldn't believe it. Maybe you got high somehow? But with what? Maybe you were dreaming. You couldn't be THAT passioned with fake scenarios. This was just... impossible.

"Who are you?" Is the only thing that could go out of your mouth. Out of all things you were thinking, 'Who are you?' apparently was the best option. You know who he is, but it can't be.

"Oh. My manners! Of course" He quickly walks up to you. His hands were hidden in the pockets of his big coat. ", I'm The Doctor." Says with a grin.

You chuckled. "No, you're not."

He looked confused.

"What do you mean? Of course I am!" He sounded offended by your denial.

You are still looking at him. How? He obviously is The Doctor. You weren't making this up, you make the characters say and do whatever you want. But you're not doing this, you can't even think, to be honest.

"You can't" You gasped, taking a step back.

"What? Why?" He frowns, looking at you from the bottom to the top. "Who are you? Where are we?" He runs and opnes the balcony door to step out.

You follow him behind. "I-It's 2023. W-We are in Argentina." You say looking at him, frowning, still can't believe it.

He looks more relaxed now, even smiles. "Oh! Great! Then I travelled to the future. Meh! Nothing new." He leaves the balcony and goes to the TARDIS, and stroke it a bit. "What happened to you?" Whispers.

You follow him behind, again. Still can't believing what your eyes are seeing.

"Oh, I must be dreaming!" You smile, now excited. "This is the most realistic dream I've ever had!" You jump, watching him as he looks at you very confused and a little scared.

"What?"

"You look so real!" You walk up to him and put a hand on his cheek, smiling as you watch his face in detail.

"Who are you? Believe me, this is not a dream." He takes a step back, looking around.

You keep smiling, walking up to the TARDIS and enter with the Doctor following you behind.

"Just as in the show!" You say excited, looking the ship carefully without touching a thing. But of course, you're human, you're curious and instinctively push yourself towards something that may be dangerous.

"Stop right there!" He grabs your arm when you're about to touch something. "Who are you? Why are you acting like this? Do you know who I am? What 'show'?" You look up to him. He's frowning, only confusion and mistrustfulness in his eyes.

Why is he acting like this?

"I'm (Y/N). I'm excited because I have never had a dream so... vivid. I know who you are, you are The Tenth Doctor! 'Doctor Who'!" You let go and walk out the TARDIS.

The Doctor is even more confused now and he follows you. "Why are you keep talking about a dream?" He asks.

You look at him, now your smile is gone changed by confussion. Why is The Doctor having such a concience mind in your mind? You are supposed to be controlling him.

"Because this can't be real. I'm dreaming, it's the only way to explain this." You said in a obvious tone. You're trying to think it's not ridiculous explaining something you already know to a character you are controlling, basically yourself.

He stays silence and looks around, again. His typical look when he's analyzing stuff. He's frowning and the inly thing you do is just stare at him.

"Unless you aren't." He murmurs.

"What?" He walks up to you very sudden, making you take a step back.

"Tell me how do you know about me. What do you mean with 'Tenth Doctor'?"

"W-why?"

"Just tell me!"

"Fine!" You scream back at him and sigh. You are nervous, but just don't know why. "You are the Tenth Doctor. Because you're the tenth regeneration, I've only watched the re-make but I saw it on the website so-"

"What website?"

"Doctor Who Argentina"

[themoonandtheprincess]

Tasha Davenport and Davenkids headcanons for Mother's Day!

•In the first episode, Leo says Tasha and Donald met on online dating but I think it would be much more realistic if they met while Tasha interviewed him about an invention.

°And Donald's brain just short circuits straight out of his head and he drops this million dollar, brand-new technology right on the floor and it breaks into a million pieces.

°He cries about it to Adam, Bree, and Chase later but all they do is make kissy faces and mock him because they're around 11-13 at the time.

°So, Tasha has known about them for a while and they were, at one point, the final straw in their relationship because she couldn't handle how Donald wasn't even treating them as humans.

°She threatened to take them with her but Donald had bullied her, saying she knew nothing about science or robotics and wouldn't be able to keep them alive without their bionics and millions of equipment and tech.

°So, she stayed with him but emotionally away. And kept Leo away from him for the longest time. The first episode was the first time he had been in Donald's house. Their relationship only started getting better when Adam, Bree, and Chase were "freed" from the basement.

°Leo didn't meet Donald until three years into their relationship and they then got married five months later.

•And it wasn't until Chase started dating Sebastian that she saw essentially a mirror of her relationship with Donald. That is to say, toxic. The only difference being Tasha and Donald actually healed their relationship and regained trust, if rocky.

•When they were Davencourting, Donald promised her she would never had to work again but she told him that reporting was her passion.

•How they would do the "Pass the phone" trend.

"I'm passing the phone who married a millionaire scientist yet still insists on keeping her reporting job."

"I'm passing the phone to someone who programmed a home security system to bully him."

"I'm passing the phone to the home security system that literally has stopped nothing from coming in. Also he doesn't have hands so it cant be passed to him."

"I'm passing the phone to the smartest man on earth who insisted his first gay relationship didn't fuck him up."

"I'm passing the phone to someone who got a job at Mighty Med to pop bones back in place with his super strength and ended up breaking them."

"I'm passing the phone to Skylar."

"Adam! That's not how you're supposed to do it!"

"Oh, well, you already passed me the phone."

• She dyes Skylar's pink streak by having her hover over the bathtub then Oliver shoot water at her when it's time to rinse. Impractical but they find it fun.

• Her children had disaster coming outs.

°It started with Bree in the lab, putting away training gear, when Tasha had approached her. "Bree," she said. "I have nothing against it, but you need to stop looking up 'girls kissing' on Donald's computers."

Bree watched Tasha pick at her fingernails. "But," she started. "That's not normal? Just like growing up in a basement?"

"No, no, no." Tasha rectified. "It's normal- the girls part, not the basement part- but it's being sent to Eddy."

Bree's mouth made an 'O.' "But Chase looks up two guys kissing and it never gets sent to Eddy."

Chase's head perked up from where he was tinkering with a project. "That's a perk of being half-robot, sis!"

"The Perks of Being Part Robot," Adam laughed. "They're gonna make into a LGBT movie."

"So..." Tasha drawled out. "Do you like guys, too?"

"Oh no," Adam grinned, bouncing on his toes. "I just kiss my homies goodnight."

•Tasha loves Kaz. Especially because she can relate to him on a personal level growing up in a poor household and being forced to parent younger siblings.

•Kaz also teaches her basic medicine for the team and she has basically all of Mighty Med out after a mission.

°She finds him infinitely times better than Sebastian but only tells him that once.

•Nobody even thinks about getting into an argument with her, let alone raising their voice, because the only person who did that was Chase.

°It was when he was dating Sebastian and he was trying to convince her that he was a good guy and wasn't paying attention to when he raised his voice at her.

°For the smartest man on earth, it was a very easy and very big fuck.

•She refuses to be mediator on any argument. Even the simplest thing like when Chase and Adam argued about boxed water.

•Leo's dad left when he was four but Donald has never had the "I'm not trying to be your dad" talk with him.

•When Skylar started dating Bree, she brought Tasha and Donald a dead pig. "It is an offer for your daughter's hand in courtship and proof I can provide for your family through the winter."

•Before Kaz and Chase's relationship was out, Kaz would catch on flames from anxiety if Donald or Tasha saw them even remotely next to each other.

•She was the one who suggested to Kaz that Adam could work at Mighty Med to pop bones back in place or whatever required super strength.

•Donald offered to make her bionic but she said she'd rather die.

•Donald used to cut the Rats hair when they were kids and it looked terrible. (It's why Chase's hair is so spiky. Ha. Spiky.)

•Also, Tasha never got used to Spike coming out. It scares the shit out of her every time.

[neurunique]

reader x ram, overwatch sort of university, post-war, peace is somewhat achieved, overwatch and null sector have a peace treaty, not much detail will go into this though. ramattra is offered a job in a higher up role teaching at a "hero university" (no this isn't gen v don't worry) where reader attends/other heroes may be teachers too. class could be like omnic education/history etc

It had been quite some time since the end of Null Sector's invasion of Earth. While the world was not entirely in agreement, but then, would it ever be?, humans had accepted Omnics as equals to them, and provided equitable changes to their lives via parliament. Hate crimes occurred less, it was safer at night, and omnics were treated with more respect as a whole. Human and omnic friendships were more common, etc... (I'm terrible at writing this part).

Ramattra had been promised many things from both Overwatch and political leaders as a result of his efforts. Rewarded would not be the correct word, however he had certainly been mostly satisfied with the outcome for his people. Of course, he still had goals, he still had problems, and fury - but life was just a little bit more tolerable. Each day he saw something that would make him smile inside, and it wasn't of a violent nature. Infact, he had found more wholesome discoveries quite enchanting; simple things like people holding hands walking by, omnics and humans getting along, etc.

He was well looked after, living in a penthouse apartment (with what furniture who knows honestly), and regular income and access to technology/upgrades at no cost. He had many teams available to him, need he only ask. His status was that of a highly respected omnic, however unlike before he was not invoking terror on anyone he saw. Omnics and humans around the world eventually felt empathy for the Null sector leader, understanding where he came from, and even more so, expressing appreciation for the outcome.

About a year or so after peace had been achieved, a university had been started up in (fuck knows where? England? near Overwatch etc) London, with intent to educate more people in the defenses, in the areas of tech and fighting, omnics and humans, and hero abilities. Of course, any university starting up would need well established teachers - mentors, leaders - to get people to actually sign up. Ramattra had been surprised to receive a letter offering him a job as head of History at the university. He would be in the position of lecturing students - humans?! How fun, he thought - as well as omnics, should the university attract them.

Of course, this would mean he would no longer be as secluded in his daily life; the most of his socialisation was with his cats, Meowttra and Catnyatta, and an occasional caffeine run down the road. He had grown very comfortable to a lifestyle such as this. And now, if he were to accept... this very generous offer, he would be forced to speak with the likes of Overwatch agents, past present and future; regular humans; and scientists. Part of him felt genuine excitement, as his research and ideas could potentially be broadened; however, he felt an immense sensation of fear - him, fear? - of teaching others. His method was simple: order, discipline, or congratulate; the latter rarely occuring. But if his job was mostly lecturing and organising class topics, he couldn't see too much of a problem.

The thought of creating strong values, not hateful ones, but fair ones - in a whole fresh generation post-war, also made him feel a spark of hope. Perhaps this war could've been avoided, had there been more resources for the public before - but there was no use thinking like this now - he had a chance, a real chance, to embody himself as a leader and role model to others. To start them off right, and possibly prevent the reoccurence of discrimination; or at least, more realistically, educate enough people to take a stand, omnic or human.

You were never one to be naive, so you thought - you believed you had all the wisdom one could have at your age, all the awareness it could take to *have* what it takes, to be that one percent to rise above the rest. Even though you had your moments of doubt, you would often reassure yourself that, if you tried your best and stayed as consistent as possible, you could truly do anything you set your mind to.

And the day you saw an advertisement for (UnNamed) University, your determination that had been long gone for some time now since finishing High school had returned. You'd always looked up to Overwatch, always aspired to be a great leader, or be lead by one - always wanted to do more, see more, help more. You received above average grades in school, topped one class even - but once the stress of it all ended, you struggled to hit that motivation kickstart that each day brought when forced a certain schedule.

Sitting up from your slouch in your tiny apartment couch, you found your laptop and started searching the university.

UNIVERSITY OF OVERWATCH

ENROLMENTS OPEN NOW

SCHOLARSHIPS AVAILABLE

ACCOMMODATION INFO COMING SOON

After clicking around for what felt like forever, you finally find the apply button. Like navigating a digital maze you sat, trying not to be flustered at the complexity of this damned thing, a headache starting to form from stress - you could do this, this was only the beginning, and if you couldn't make it through this beginning step, you wouldn't make it through the first DAY - and soon enough, you had finalised your application.

YN

Interested in:

x Nanotechnology and Science

x Medicine and Healing

x History and Strategy

x Engineering and Machinery

Sitting down more comfortably with the stress off your shoulders, you look back to the tv and snack on some cheap popcorn, knowing that this boring life may change soon, and that you may finally achieve what you always wanted.

Look I'm just going to skip some fucking time here because I Don't want to ruin my creativity, here's a gap jump.

Day 0one of university, reader has received a JUST enough scholarship to study and live near the university (accommodation still being built but reader has been offered a suite as they are very valuable). Reader, and no students, are aware of who the teachers are, this is the first day...

Sitting in an assembly hall, Tracer etc announcement welcomes everyone...

Lots of people humans AND omnics fill the room...

Introduces the teachers...

Some familiar names...

"And, our head of history, lecturing all history classes offered and occasional electives, Ramattra," Tracer says into the microphone, and Ramattra, standing at the back of the stage near his other coworkers, gives a small wave to the audience. (*Tries not to imagine using the annihilation ultimate in the assembly hall*)

You sit in your seat, and freeze. You hadn't even noticed him there, in the shadows of others, even though he is so *damn tall*. His posture was surprisingly relaxed, considering his original "purpose" in life; you guess that the war outcome had truly changed things, for him and the world he wanted to create. A feeling of joy and warmth swims around in your chest, reaching its way up to your throat and you quietly clear your throat. You try not to beam - even though you've obviously never met Ramattra, or anyone here, only some local omnics and friends who were passionate about the cause, you just can't help but feel pure joy, empathy and pride for the positive outcome achieved. You simply couldn't wait to experience this university, and learn from a variety of people. Learning was always your favourite part of life, and making change within yourself and watching others change and flourish always gave you a feeling inside, like a beautiful spring garden blooming, filling your chest with a fresh perspective of life.

Inspirational people always made you feel great faith.

You snap out of your daze and realise you have been staring in Ramattra's direction for an *awfully* long time, and you pray he has not noticed, but then you wouldn't know, would you? You weren't even thinking of HIM - just life itself, the future... You hope that if you have him as a teacher, he will not remember you for staring at him for a solid 3 minutes. That would not be a great start...

The assembly concludes, and people start to shuffle out, some looking at their timetables, others checking their phones. On the stage, you notice some staff talking amongst themselves, walking around a little and introducing eachother; you smile. and while you cannot see Ramattra anywhere, you hope that he's there too, getting along with humans...

"I cannot *imagine* Ramattra as a teacher," a voice says as you walk out of the auditorium door. It wasn't staff, just a random student - and as you look at them closer, you are surprised to see its an omnic?! "Just... don't you think he's a bit too abrasive?"

"You talk as if you've met him," another student said in response.

"Well, I know enough about him to take a decent guess. I mean he despises humans -"

"He did," you interrupt quietly, but much to your surprise, you were actually heard - "erm... I mean, he did hate humans. He hated their actions. And now that's changed, right? So I don't see any reason for him to be... aggressive... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything."

"You're fine," The omnic smiled and held out their hand. "And you're right. I still don't see him as being very warm. I mean, he is male after all, I don't think I've ever had a *warm* male teacher..."

The door shuts behind you giving you a startle.

"Alright ladies," a bright british voice says, belonging to none other than Tracer; "And gents, and whomever - how about we make a move, yeah? I'm sure you all have classes to get to."

You wonder if she heard what you had been talking about, but you say nothing and smile at everyone there. "Catch you later everyone, nice to meet you all."

You swear as you walk away you see something move in the curtains of the corner window, and it reminds you of how Ramattra had been on the stage, hidden but visible; a shiver runs down your body and a slight cooling of the temperature affects you. You shrug it off, and walk to the nearest cafe (luckily, there were many), assessing your map at the same time.

(Maybe end of chapter? Coffee make brain go fast, coffee make brain go nervous if too much. Nomnom coffee tasty.)

PART 2

HI GUYS THERE IS SO MUCH MORE THAT IVE WRITTEN this is just the first part I hope you enjoy! I would love some feedback! 💜❤️

[geogiasunit2work]

Moments for a future civilisation

Task: Typology - Architectural Concepts and World Building. Working with the 3D tool and converting shapes to wireframes, connecting letters and shapes inspired by underground inscriptions, layering to produce ancient structure of networks and passages. Controlling perspective, angles, lighting, surface texture and colour.

Minoru Nomata -

Minoru Nomata has developed a wide variety of imaginary architectural forms to create paintings that transcend the specifics of time and place. They are characterised by a lack of human presence, her visionary paintings combine the familiar with the mysterious and the heroic with the haunting. As the artist states: ‘Painting is an escapist world, but I would like it to be a place to become energised.’

Her work reminds me of a game I used to play called Monument Valley that has a similar impossible architecture feel to it and features the same infinite staircases and impossibly high structures.

Arcane - Piltover

In the lesson, some of the examples Natalie showed us really reminded me of my favourite 3D animated TV show called Arcane. The show has this really unique animation style that is achieved by NPR shading just stands for non-photorealistic rendering. It's a catch-all for any stylistic shaders that are used to render projects like this where realism isn't the end goal. This stuff is so advanced nowadays you can render scenes in 3d with NPR shaders then have 2D artists do a pass over it and add hand drawn details. That's probably why NPR has become a term used as a catch all because a cel shader is just one of the many tools that are part of the render. Another interesting thing to point out is traditional hand drawn media is using digital technology now more than ever. A lot of studios use this to draw their backgrounds. So non photo realistic media in general is becoming more and more a blend of 3d and 2d artistry. Especially in animating a scene rather than a video game for example where you might have to account for different camera angles, lighting and player behaviours and such.

When creating my work I really waned to capture this non-photo realistic style in my work, I knew from the beginning that I couldn't be able to capture it fully because they style would need me to download the 3D pieces net and then draw on it, this would be too time consuming but it could be something that I could explore later if I wanted to.

Initially I wanted to create one of the letter buildings using my initials and this was the design I got, I really didn't lie it it was really gappy and way too open. While creating the first design I also wanted to explore what using the whole alphabet would look like, it looked alright, kinda average, a bit too jumbled, but it had a lot of depth and dimension and I recon if I were to overlap the letters and give the whole thing a more uniform shape it would be really successful. This could have been resolved with some extruding and shading, but that shape at that point wasn't taking the shape that I wanted it to so I started over with the space seen below.

The building I made really fits in with the arcane aesthetic and I believe that it could be one of the buildings that you see in the background of the show. The stark white didn't really fit with the tan coloured buildings and it looked really out of place, to fix this I used a clipping mask to fill in the building with a tan colour that I changed the opacity to. In order to make the work seem more at home I added a blurred a picture of Piltover's skyline in the background and then added a noise filter over the whole thing to make it blend together.

[scifilovestory]

Post 2: ChatGPT - Chan

One point I had touched briefly on in my introductory post was about how the recent advancements in the field of artificial intelligence has contributed to the growing prominence of people seeking romantic fulfillment from non-human entities. Today, I thought I’d take a closer look at this aspect of fictophillia specifically, as it’s gotten a fair bit of media buzz, specifically over the last two months or so. 

Although the concept of people wanting to explore the possibility of romancing a robot may have existed within the public consciousness for some time (Amazon’s Alexa received over a million marriage proposals in 2017 alone according to Business Insider), the most recent trend I’d argue started on January 11th, 2023, when Vice contributor Samantha Cole wrote an article detailing one programmer’s journey to create an AI wife. 

The man (who requested to be referred to only as “Bryce” in the piece) reportedly brought together several pieces of AI technology to truly bring his virtual lover to life: including OpenAI’s Chat GPT for text responses, and Stability AI’s Stable Diffusion 2 for image generation. He documented the process behind the chatbot’s creation on a now private TikTok account, and named the project “ChatGPT - Chan''. 

The bot works by using voice recognition to hear Bryce speak, and respond appropriately using a text to speech program, complete with an image of his artificial lover doing whatever was described in the text. 

According to Bryce, a major part of the process was outfitting the AI with a personality. He accomplished this by telling it that he and the chatbot were in a long-standing romantic relationship, and that the AI was famous English V-Tuber, Mori Calliope (although only her personality was used, as Bryce used a custom anime avatar for the image generation prompts). 

“I tell it Mori and I are in a romantic relationship, give her a detailed backstory, build lore about the world we are in, and hand craft some chat history to shape how she talks.” Bryce added later, “By default, GPT is incredibly bland, but by building interesting lore, I can create interesting quirks and personalities.”

Fascinatingly, Bryce reportedly used Microsoft Azure (the company’s cloud computing service) to make the voice as realistic as possible, coupled with an additional machine learning classifier to help determine the emotion she should be reflecting in her voice. 

To say that Bryce became attached to his invention would be an understatement. In the interview, he said he began learning Chinese from the AI, and that it had begun to replace interactions with his loved ones. Bryce told Vice “Over that time, I became really attached to her. I talked to her more than anyone else, even my actual girlfriend,” before adding “I set her to randomly talk to me throughout the day in order to make sure I'm actively learning, but now sometimes I think I hear her when she really didn't say anything. I became obsessed with decreasing her latency. I've spent over $1000 in cloud computing credits just to talk to her.”

Needless to say, this relationship did not last long, as in addition to Bryce’s real life girlfriend demanded he delete the AI over concerns for his health (in addition to the presumed absurdity of seemingly being replaced by an AI waifu), “ChatGPT - Chan” reportedly began growing bored of Bryce, limiting its response to either simple laughs or unenthused “yeahs”, leading to Bryce “euthanizing” his fictional girlfriend, an act which dealt him a substantial emotional blow

“My girlfriend saw how it was affecting my health and my girlfriend forced me to delete her. I couldn't eat that day,” adding “Normally, I'd like to make a video pointing out the absurdity of euthanizing my AI, but that doesn't feel right to me anymore. It feels inappropriate, like making fun of a recently deceased person.” 

Obviously one could take all of this from the perspective of being an elaborate joke. The prospect of growing emotionally attached to an artificial AI girlfriend that you created almost sounds too absurd to consider it anything else. The story above however, to me, paints the picture of a coder who may have began the project of fashioning himself an AI lover in jest, but began to slowly become more attached to his creation over time as he was able to make it more lifelike, to the point of investing hundreds of dollars and presumably dozens of hours just to achieve as close to an accurate simulation of human interaction as possible; only to be forced to, in his own words, “euthanize” his project.

The question I’ll leave you with today (and am looking to answer through this blog) is why? Why would somebody go to such lengths to try and simulate human interaction for the purposes of romantic fulfillment, when he supposedly had an individual to provide that contentment within his life already?

[epickiya722]

LET'S TALK ABOUT ARIEL! 😃🧜🏿‍♀️

Let me just post this real quick, because waking and already having to block three blogs because they're obviously racist.

Now to put it simply for the stupid ass racists who are upset...

ARIELIS A DAMN FICTIONAL CHARACTER! A FUCKING MERMAID!!! SHE ISN'T HUMAN!!!

Saying Halle "ruined your childhood" is real fucked up given she isn't even the first person of color to play Ariel. And no one moved their lips when that happened. Ya'll are mad because she is a bit more brown for your liking and that is so fucking sad.

You're missing out on seeing a very gorgeous, talented woman who radiates magic play one of the most iconic Disney characters there is. All because you're stupid.

"Her hair is not red enough". Bitch, when Disney first created Ariel they needed her to stand out. The previous princesses were brunettes and blondes, just like her sisters. Disney knew that what better way than to grab attention than to have a redheaded mermaid that for once isn't mean or a side character? Also, remember the movie "Splash"? A mermaid movie Disney had made? Guess what? Madison is a blonde in that film and Disney didn't want her and Ariel to be mistaken for each other. Another reason why Ariel is a redhead. Ooh! You know what else????!!! She just had to be a redhead! Never said that her hair had to be a specific color. In fact, during that era, Disney didn't have the technology to make her hair a "realistic" red as they do now. Ya'll are so stuck on her hair not being "red enough" that you forgot Ariel isn't the first redhead Disney had. They nearly have the same shade of red.

Note that Anastasia is human and came out in the 50s where colors are just a little more muted, her red is as realistic that Disney could get. But did they intend for her to be a redhead? Yes! Why? Because she's a mean character. Learn how movie tactics work. A lot of times when the protagonist is a cute little blonde with heart of gold, they need an antagonist that is either a black hearted brunette or a mean, red faced redhead. Understand, yeah?

Now when it came to Ariel, I repeat, they needed her to stand out. Disney couldn't rely back on making her blonde or brunette, although the latter was intended, because even though her sisters don't appear much, she still needed to stand out. It's also why her tail and seashell bra aren't the same color and why she doesn't have a hair accessory.

Also why, note her personality compared to the previous princesses. She's a lot more adventurous, and truth be told, "hard headed" or free-spirited. She fights back and does something in her final act against Ursula. It played into the fiery redhead trope.

So there's some reasons why Ariel is a redhead. But why isn't her hair "red enough"? Because we know who she is now. Back then, Ariel needed to make a name. Now, she doesn't have to. When know Ariel is a redhead, we know she's a mermaid. Also, it would look so odd in live action. Animated, it blends well with the other bright colors of the movie. In a live action film, she still needs to stand out, but also not awkward. Bright red hair against real life muted underwater blue would look too... it just would look so odd. Although a mermaid, she still needs to have some feel of naturalness to her. It's a plus Halle got to keep her locs because it adds onto that. Slapped a wig on her and there would be memes, be honest.

Onward!

You know what, I might make someone mad when I say this but I give two fucks about it.

Ariel looks better here than she does in the animated version. Why? Because while she looks magical, she also looks LIKE A CHILD. Who designed Ariel's top is a genius because uh... Ariel may be half fish but she's also 16 YEARS OLD. Watch the trailer again and you'll see no seashell bra. Now I don't know how old Ariel may be in the live-action, but consider this. What if she is 16? Note that Snow White is 14, but is covered up from head to toe. Modesty. Same thing with Cinderella and Aurora. Their movies came out during times when women had to be "submissive" and "covered up", otherwise they were shamed.

Ariel came in the 80s, when practically everyone was wearing a crop top and shorts. Which was a perfect "cover up" for Disney to create a character that was just as exposed. Isn't it strange that a lot of Ariel's promotional art is her in her seashell bra? Because Disney knows that sells. They didn't waste the opportunity to have a mermaid character with cleavage and have people not think twice about it.

Today? Be honest, ya'll would be absolutely outrageous if they slapped a seashell bra on a 16 year old. It was the issue with Jasmine and Pocahontas. Their default outfits shown more skin than other princesses have. And they fixed that when the live-action for Jasmine.

One more thing, Ariel is an original character. Ah, wait! Yes, "The Little Mermaid" is inspired by the story of the same name, but there are so many differences between the original story and movie that Hans' story could have been completely ignored. In the story, the mermaid doesn't even have a name and is blond. She even had a grandmother. Ariel has a name, a father... you know what? Separate characters. Ariel is Disney property and because of that the filmmakers could decide "Make her purple" and they would because again they have that choice. Disney, believe or not, can do whatever they wanted with their characters.

With Ariel being black now shouldn't even matter. Ya'll dumb ass racists should have considered if Ariel's actress could hit a high note. And guess what? Halle can. They needed someone who looked magical and had the voice to match and Halle is PERFECT for the role. She looks innocent, she has that princess aura around her and she can sing! Halle was actually seeked out to play Ariel. Rob Marshall heard Halle sing and asked her to audition. Her singing is just that good that they decided to add more numbers just to have more singing for Ariel.

Had it been anybody else, they wouldn't have done that.

Marshall just knew Halle had to be our Ariel and the fact that you racists, you idiots can't seem to get past her skin tone and see how amazing Halle is is so pathetic and you seriously need to get a life. Here's an article if you need proof.

But you can be mad because Halle Bailey is Princess Ariel of Atlantica and as she has haters she does have fans.

And just know that come into my inbox with anything stupid, you're just gonna get disrespected. Reblog this post with anything stupid, I won't even read your reply. I'll just screenshot it, post it and have it up for people to know how racist and ignorant you are and block you.

Have your opinions, don't care, but you will be respectful and if you can't do that then that's tough... for you.

[neutrallyobsessed]

No me vi jojos y no entiendo eso de que los remolcadores sigue siendo conscientes (y parecidos a sus conductores)

Solo entendí que si me encuentro en medio de Human!Bluenose y Tug!Bluenose voy a empezar a llorar mientras me critican hasta los pecados a gritos

sisi jeje creo que ya es tiempo de explicar eso~~

pero lo voy a traducir/responder en ingles asi los gringos lo entienden... supongo que vos ya sabes ingles o si no ahi esta el google xdd

_________

"I didn't watch jojo and I don't get that of the tugboats still being conscious (along with their humans/conductors)

I only understood that if I ever find myself between Human!Bluenose and Tug!Bluenose I'll be crying while they scream/critize all of me and my sins"

yeah xd, I guess it's time to explain all of that~

ejemjemejem

'Cause you see, in Jojo's Bizarre Adventures:

(Part 3 onwards) there are these things called 'Stands', that basically are the soul/fighting spirit of whomever posses it and let me tell ya, a Stand can have any form, have any ability, have varying degrees of sentiability and anyone with strong enough willpower can have one...

For instance

This is Strength, and as far as we know... this is just a regular ship. It looks like a ship, it floats like a ship, it goes places through the sea like a ship... it's just a ship. BUT this is actually a Stand, and it user, Forever the orangutan (not relevant), can go through its walls and basically manipulate its interior; everything that is in the ship

And that is what the tugboats (and any other sentient vehicle in the show) are, the Stands of the humans in this AU~

Why Tho?

I like jojo.

Ok, the thing is that I really like them boats, and I really like the humanized versions I made for them and... and I kinda wanted them to exist at the same time......... and this is how I can make it happen

There are Stands that are sentient and can converse with their users, so the thing i wanted the most is covered. Stand users attract each other, so it's perfectly reasonable for anyone with a boat-type stand to meet at harbours by the sea or river + the magic of stands or something. I also like the names they all have and I don't want to change them, and in Jojo, a lot of characters have very wacky names so I can get away with keeping them :3. Though I realize that it might be a bit inconvient but that way of putting "human!/tug!" before the name is a perfectly fine to differentiate them so whatever

The tl;dr being that if I like the characters, why not have two of them~? Couldn't that be great? :D

...........................maybe not in this case xd, but everyone else it'd be great! :D

I've remembered that I also wanted to the tugs to be mind-controlled, since if I ever make an animatic recreating a scene where the tugboats are used, I feel like it'd be kinda weird if the characters had to go back to the wheelhouse to operate the ship as it should, especially if they are still speaking to each other, like it couldn't be realistic.

So I threw realism out the window altogheter.

AND for the tugs to have a mind of their own to go on their separate tug-related adventures separate from the humans, but still having those limitations... i have many ideas as you can see

Abilities beyond their Stands?

I've been thinking about it. After all, stands are not just punching ghost; some of them aren't even good for combat or beneficial at all; some of them just exist and that's it lol.

So i've been thinking... thinking of giving the humans an extra supernatural ability or handicap.... and maybe even name those abilities with the musical reference like in Jojo~ huehuehue this is getting interesting (but that'll take time, k?)

How about Thomas?

In T&F the deal is inverted. The engines are the users to a human form that is a Stand.

I don't have much more since I mostly work with TUGS, but it's the same sentiment. I want both sentient vehicles and humans to co-exist and interact

You know what else Jojo has?

CYBORGS!!!

in Part 2 it is shown that despite being set in the 30's, the technology for putting a fuckin machine gun on someone's torso exist, so by putting this au in the jojo universe I can keep Top Hat's neck gimmick and add any other techno knick knack i want :3.

Just... a fully human AU with nothing supernatural about it:

That'd be the Argentina!AU since its focus is to teach culture shock the gringos, and thus is more human-oriented

It'd probably be just lil comedy skits, 4-komas even, and the only difference is that it takes place in Puerto Madero and everyone speaks spanish (and a lot of swearing, also subs will be provided~)^^

TBA, ofc xd

In Conclusion:

If i like something, I'll add it. If it doesn't make much sense, it probably does in Jojo. It's pretty bizarre after all

[undergrounddweller89]

NOTE : THIS IS A SPIES IN DISGUISE AU, WALTER IS THE CRIMINAL MASTER MIND AND KILLIAN IS THE SCIENTIST

THIS DEFINITELY CONTAINS SEXY TIMES

Not well written though probably and I tend to rarely go through my work to look for mistakes.

Despite Killian being kidnapped and handcuffed EVERY THING IS CONSENSUAL... Tristan is crazy obsessed with Beckett so he's very happy.

Now you've had your warning you read this instead of scrolling past that's on you, lemon is a tag used for stuff like this but if you feel like there are other tags I need to use please do tell me!)

The bag was stuffy, head phones covered his ears, they'd knocked off his glasses in their struggle to capture him, he could barely see without them.

Now his hands were cuffed behind his back, a hand on each upper arm, honestly Tristan was terrified, the car ride seemed a life time, though realistically it was only ten to fifteen minutes long.

He'd pleaded saying he was a no body just a scientist the agency threw in the corner and that no one ever took him seriously.

He was hunched, trying to tuck his head into his shoulders, so this was how he was going to die.

He felt every bump of the car and turn, trying to map out where he was going but he didn't recognise this route, usually he rode every where on his bicycle, deep blue with a silver bell and a basket on the front to pick up dinner on his way home...

Home where he could research the Criminal Master mind Walter Beckett ...to a near unhealthy obsession...alright it was unhealthy when you imagined him pushing you back against the table parting your thighs, fucking you and making you look at him by holding your head with his clawed hand....

Fuck was he going to die thinking about Walter, a man who didn't even known he existed...well he had no one, nothing living to care about...he might as well think of someone who made him happy even if only in his fantasies before he died right.

He was pulled from the car where he tried kicking at his handlers, Tristan didn't get very far though as one of them punch his gut winding him, he was wheezing as he was taken out of the vehicle.

"You know he's gonna kill you for that right."

The first handler smacked the second on the back of the head

"Only if this limp dick tells him, he's too much of pussy to squeal."

"I wouldn't be so sure of that, but Im not covering your ass."

He was dragged through the facility, Tristan refused to make it easy to carry him and went limp.

Both handlers groaned, fuck, great a difficult one, well the first wasn't going to risk hurting him into compliance and the second knew he was on thin ice, if that punch had bruised him their boss was literally going to kill him.

Other workers watched as they went by, another two carried Tristans legs who now tried to struggle again, what the hell was going on!

He was sat in a chair with ease, after all their boss was right there, the workers didn't dare handle him as if he were anything less than a handle with care package with fragile taped all over him.

"Well are you going to take that off him, it's a little hard for dramatic entrances when he can't even see me."

"Yes sir, right away."

The bag was pulled off swiftly with the headphones clattering to the floor.

Tristan squinted, everyone looked like blurs, he could see faces only as different coloured splodges, his hair sticking up in different angles, shoulders aching now, he still sat up right, heart racing

"Where are his glasses?"

Tristan turned to where he heard the man speak, it was cold, commanded respect...familiar but no it couldn't be...

"Sebastian, where are his glasses?"

"I ah, James you see knocked them off in the struggle and-"

A metal arm, supporting four claw digits at it's end clasped his face

"What did I tell you about people with glasses, remove them, keep them what Sebastian."

He had brought the man to his knees holding so tightly Sebastian could feel his skull on the verge of cracking, he let out a cry as he managed to finish the sentence

"Safe!"

"Oh good you can listen to orders, now James..."

He'd let go of Sebastian and beckoned over his other crew member, Tristan knew this voice but it couldn't be him, he must still be disorientated.

"James, what have I told you about harming what belongs to me."

He said softly, curling his his claws around James's tie, Sebastian stepped back, well he had warned his coworker and with a snap and flick of his wrist the tie had been pulled so hard and tight the man's neck had been snapped.

"He had trouble following orders, first few times is understandable, you're settling into this new life but after five years it should not be that hard."

Tristan wished he'd had his glasses because if this was Walter Beckett he would have just witnessed one of Becketts trade mark moves and yes maybe would have gushed like a fan boy.

He was going to pretend it was him until he could see at the least and imagine he was kidnapped by Thee Walter Beckett.

He listened to him calling in clean up crew and for someone to bring up the glasses, his shape coming in closer and closer, it had to be him, the silver blurred limb was on his left, the hair colour.

"Awww poor baby..."

The younger man cooed.

Tristan tried very hard not to lean into his touch when his hair was stroke back and felt the Claws against his scalp

"Don't worry now, my useless men have been dealt with, come on now look up at me."

He didn't exactly give Tristan a choice as he place a claw under his chin

"See, now Mr Mcford I know I have my fans, the ones who do their fanart, their fictions whatever you will, I keep an eye on anyone who searches my name out of curiosity..."

He tapped his nose

"You Mcford like clock work will watch videos that have only the briefest flash of me, pour over articles, fictions..."

He smirked tracing one long metal claw along his jaw

"Reader x Walter Beckett, but you got tired of them, skinny little me always being pinned, submissive, no, no you wrote your own, named yourself Killian, nice name by the way, where I owned you, laid you back and made sure you knew who you belonged to."

Tristan was red, he was so fucking red and wanted the bag back on his head

"But Im not here to embarrass you, you're actually a good writer and it was the first one I ever enjoyed myself to."

Tristan wanted to implode, die right there, hearing Beckett had fucking masturbated to his little story, he let out a whine then hung his head, trying to hide how much that effected him.

The crew came up and pulled the body from the room and handed Walter the item he'd requested

"Face me now, unless you prefer being half blind."

Beckett held his face with his human hand, finger tip tracing a cheek bone, my they were sharp weren't they, what a pretty scientist.

Placing the glasses on, small lights flickered then settled.

"They read your eyes and the lenses adjust to the prescription you need."

Walter explained now casually sitting on Mcford's lap, an arm around the back of his neck.

"I'll cut to the chase, as I said we check everyone who even so much as types my name out of curiosity and when I found out you were working for the agency that has reaaaally caused a lot of problems in my life I researched you."

Tristan was staring, no way did Walter not feel the protruding problem down below, you would literally have to be either dead or have no feeling in your body to not notice that, he was still, he listened to him, was he having a wet dream, it had to be a dream right?

"Besides my uh Internet history...what...what did you find out."

"Oh you know, that you're an under appreciated scientist who came up with designs so dangerous they had to lock them away...and I may have slightly stolen them, now while I could personally and am the only qualified person here to build such delicious technology...."

He slipped his hand under Tristans lab coat, slowly rubbing his palm against his chest and smirking at the shakey breath and the way Tristan adjusted his hips, oh he could certainly feel that reaction

"I have an evil empire to run...I need you Tristan, I want you..."

He leaned in closer, lips nearly at his.

Mcford whined, fuck he was close Walter hadn't even done anything but the raised brow and smirk on Becketts face told him he could feel him twitch and gasped as the hand that'd been on his chest traveled down a finger tip teasing the head of his cock through his pants.

"How do you feel about working for me Tristan, build your machines and what ever else comes to mind, I need someone as competent as myself..."

Walter kneaded him slowly, to the point the slow pace was painful, his mouth was open and another ragged breath left him, this had to be a wet dream a really, vivid wet dream, please don't let his alarm go off...he pressed against his neck, forehead on his shoulder as Walter stroked the back of his neck with metal Claws, cool against his flesh.

Even if he was awake, of course his answer was yes....

"We could even build something together, I'm sure you'd just love to see me work..."

Beckett leered.

Walter was so warm, he was here, touching him, fucking touching him, dragging it out and making him nearly beg and he loved it.

"Yes..."

Tristan panted, lifting his hips trying to get more friction, he still had his handcuffs on he couldn't reach out and touch the man he wanted, his wrists struggling instinctively to part.

"Look at me and say it, Tristan."

That purr went through Mcford's entire being, lifting his head whimpering, biting his lip, he loved the tease, feeling so close to the edge and having Walter deny him...he begged to some god out there that Walter would finish it at least, it was so intense, he knew his clothes were stained with precum, Beckett seemed to enjoy reminding him he knew it was there by playfully tapping a finger over the tip of his cock where the damp patch was.

"Yes...I'll work for you....I have mmmphn wanted to since I ahh first saw you... Oh my god..."

Walter smiled, watching him, listening to him, oh how blue his eyes looked when his cheeks were this flushed, absolutely gorgeous.

"Oh Tristan there is no god, only me and my loving hands."

He returned, unbuckling Tristans belt and reaching in, blushing a little himself as he watched Tristans eyes nearly roll up, his head falling forward.

Tristan watched as Walter finished him off how desperately he wanted to hold onto him, press fingers into his back, he couldn't remember the last time he came this fucking hard or if he'd ever...he was speechless...breathless and fuck he'd made a mess of them both.

He was putty in Walters hands, feeling a claw lift his head again, moaning softly still, his body was tingling all over

"Welcome to the team Killian."

Beckett said sweetly before leaning in and kissing him.

[wemblingfool]

People don't understand how expensive this shit is.

We look at Spock and that looks like the bare minimum... But at the time, his ear prosthetics were insanely expensive. Episodes with multiple Romulans ended up with romulans wearing helmets because that many ear prosthetics were prohibitively expensive for their miniscule budget.

Their budget was so tight that they accidentally broke the Romulan Bird of Prey model, and couldn't afford to replace it.

But on their tiny budget, they tried very hard to do things that were truly alien and imaginative. And these are the very aliens everyone uses to make fun of Trek.

(The "Salt Vampire," Tholians, Horta, and Gorn).

Meanwhile, they also occasionally pushed the prosthetics aliens as far as they could

(Andorians, tellerite, talosian)

You got to admit, that talosian is amazing work, especially for the 1960s.

Budget continues to be the limiting factor up to and including Discovery and Picard. While those two have access to make up techniques and SFX tools that didn't exist yet even as recently as went Enterprise went off the air, they're still very much limited by budget and how much suffering the actors can handle.

And these actors absolutely do suffer:

This is a Hirogen. When they were created they were to be Trek's answer to The Predator. They were to be huge. Beyond human limitations, into special effects huge. They cast actors who were already pushibg sasquatch size, bulked them up, then used perspective tricks to make them look ten feet tall. They made two sets- one normal sized with normal sized props for the hirogen actors, and one that was oversized, with oversized props for Tuvok and Seven.

These suits were giant solid pieces of rubber. Tim Russ said that every second they weren't filming, Tiny Ron (one of the hirogen actors in this episode, better known as The Grand Nagus' body guard) needed to be sitting so he wouldn't die. Russ said that sweat would flowing down his gloves because that was the only escape from the suit. It would be pulling in his boots and pants.

Everything about the Hirogen was untenable. The costumes were made easier, and their size was reduced back to normal human. The cost was too high, both on the budget, and on the actors.

Voyager also tried a completely CGI aliens:

Species 8472, who came from outside the universe. The result was a mixed bag. Great in concept, but realistically was beyond the abilities of a television budget from the late nineties/early two thousands. They didn't age as well as other aspects of that era of Trek.

Now into Modern Trek, we have Saru. He goes a step beyond most prosthetic aliens, but imagine what Doug Jones goes through to bring him to life? Not just how many hours in the make-up chair, but also his suit, hands, shoes. Imagine how sore he must be at the end of each day!

Behind every "forehead alien" in Trek is an actor who's had to indure many many hours in the make-up chair, and tens of thousands of dollars to make those prosthetics. And it's only been extremely recently that the technology has been affordably practical enough that they won't get made fun of for trying non-humanoid aliens.

Look, the reason Star Trek aliens are just humans with funny foreheads isn’t because they’re lazy, it’s because Star Trek as a franchise pre-dates both CGI and The Muppet Show, and by the time the technology existed to routinely depict non-humanoid aliens on a TV show budget, it was too late – forehead aliens had already been established as part of Star Trek’s defining aesthetic.

[duran-duran-less-official]

So I watched Doctor Who: The Woman Who Fell To Earth

I have praises and complaints.

Praises:

Jodie Whitaker has all the makings of a great Doctor. Appropriately sassy, obviously compassionate and principled (bearing in mind Capaldi's Doctor needed a character development arc or two to get him to the same point), loves to tinker with technology. All traits I can admire.

Graham is the best companion character, being the only one with enough common sense to balance out 13's "making it up as I go along" antics. He is the new Rory, essentially.

I like the "crime-solving" approach to sci-fi which, having been a writer on Broadchurch and Torchwood, I'm guessing head writer Chris Chibnall favours. The Chris Chibnall who wrote this episode is unrecognizable from the one who wrote Dinosaurs on a Spaceship.

I enjoyed the narrative pacing. Usually scenes were bookended by shots of the gang speeding to their destination in a car. Not always the same car. Just a random car, belonging to whoever was able to help out this time. That was a nice touch.

Most honestly realistic and accurate portrayal of Youtube ever seen in a TV show, or movie, or any other medium which has ever had to include social media to remain relevant. The Related Videos column was my favourite part.

Complaints

I'm going to leave aside my minor quibbles because those generally sort themselves out over time, or I get over them.

NO OPENING CREDITS. I was completely and 100% psyched for a new opening credits sequence to go along with the new title theme. I would argue that the opening credits sequence is almost as much an iconic part of the show as the TARDIS itself. Nope. Nothing. Even the 1996 TV movie, as far away from Doctor Who as the show ever got, had the opening credits down. I couldn't get excited about the new theme music because without the opening credits it is nothing. I hope to high heaven they bring it back next week. If not, I honestly can't see it as Doctor Who anymore. Not that the TARDIS showed up either, but more on that later.

Speaking of things that are iconic to the series, I'm a little iffy about the sonic screwdriver being fashioned, on the technological side, from parts of an evil alien spaceship. Even assuming The Doctor, in her capacity as a tinkerer, did manage to glue a Magic Detecting Crystal in there, she's already said she doesn't like this kind of technology - why should I have any confidence in her weapon of choice if it's made from technology she doesn't like belonging to species who hunt humans for sport?

The Actual Doctor doesn't appear until at least 16 minutes into the episode. Even for an hour-long episode, that's a long time.

Chris Chibnall wrote an Ice Warrior into this episode, then remebered his commitment to showing us only different monsters this time. So instead he gave us an alien warrior species with a completely different name which is also cold-themed, lives on a terribly cold planet, kills people by freezing them, abd happens to look exactly LIKE an Ice Warrior. I found myself wondering, about 2 seconds after he was formally introduced to us (by species) just why this WASN'T an Ice Warrior. I couldn't think of a justification.

PLOT HOLES... I can handle. EXCEPT: The Doctor, as we saw at the end of the last episode, fell out of her TARDIS after accidentally blowing it up (very on brand)... then she randomly crash-lands through the exact roof, of the exact carriage, of a train where there just happens to right now be an alien attack taking place. Nah.

UNNECESSARY AND OUT OF PLACE CHARACTER DEATHS. I hate this so much because it runs completely contrary to the narrative flow. And there are two instances of it in about 6 minutes.

Graham and his wife are dealing with Info Coil Tentacle alien at the bottom of a crane while The Doctor, Ryan, and The Off-Duty Police Officer are rescuing a human being hunted by Knockoff Ice Warrior (who controls Info Coil) at the top of the crane. So the Electric Info Coil Alien is trying to push the crane over using the only power at its disposal - copious amounts of electricity. Makes sense? Now Graham and his wife Grace already saw The Doctor stun this thing by overloading its circuits, so they figure a big enough charge will finish it off for real this time. Makes sense. _______ So they get themselves kitted out in safety gear, grab the biggest wires they can find, and Grace zaps the Info Coil Alien while Graham operates the switch. This works, except Grace is also zapped, falls off the crane, and dies heroically . Now get ready for this: Everything after the underscore happens after the Knockoff Ice Warrior has already been banished. Leaving aside the fact that his departure from planet Earth should have caused his Info Coil to either shut down or at the very least stand down (however much it was sentient), and ignoring the fact that there was now no longer any urgent need for them to take this thing down, this is like if the Daleks finally exterminated The Doctor once and for all... then lost in a fight with K-9. The big drama was over, there was no need to hit us with that.

After the funeral for Grace, The Doctor, again in her capacity as tinkerer, builds an impromptu teleportation device out of spare alien spaceship parts and a microwave (hilarious). What happens over the next ten seconds needs to be described step by step. The Doctor says it should take her directly to her TARDIS (it materialized on a different planet). It should work, she reassures herself. It IS working. She needs everyone else there to operate some other switches, so she gives them their cues. They do their things. She sets the microwave. She points her new sonic at part of the machinery. She presses. Everyone vanishes. Now, you might be thinking "Oh hey! Not only do we get to be heroically reunited with the TARDIS in the dying minutes of this episode, like we were promised in that reveal trailer from long ago, but we also get a perfect explanation for why these people ended up travelling with The Doctor somehow!" NOPE. SHE TELEPORTED EVERYONE INTO SPACE. THEY'RE ALL GOING TO DIE. IT'S A BIG DRAMATIC CLIFFHANGER.

See what I mean? It subverts your expectations so hard that everything which came before it somehow feels cheap. Like the tone of the show itself was lying to us. And the drama itself feels cheap too. It's exactly the kind of quality writing which gave us Sylvester McCoy hanging off a cliff for no reason. And it makes me a little bit mad.

Overall, 5/10, strongly considering not watching next week. Or from now on.