#flipping moffat

[buckleydiazii]

My fight or flight response gets activated whenever I read a take that says something along the lines of 'buddie must be going canon because they wore blue and green in this scene that parallels this scene' or 'this scene was obviously an aborted love confession' because I just get TJLC flashbacks.

Its like I agree with you, I see the parallels youre pointing out, I see how the scene can be read as romantic, I also want buddie canon but I also have many fandom shipping experiences and i think fans on tumblr are extremely good at pattern recognition (even when its not intentional)

[oh-hamlet]

finally hit hell bent on my capaldi rewatch. I'm in bits.

[khruschevshoe]

There's something to be said about Heaven Sent/Hell Bent, despite the Doctor overthrowing the Time Lord Council and spending four and a half billion years in the confession dial and him and Clara and Me meeting at the end of universe, therefore technically spanning the longest time span, being fundamentally the smallest in stakes of any of the modern Doctor Who finales. At the end of the day, there is no threat to earth or the galaxy or the universe or reality. It's just about two people and the way that they turn each other inside out and the way that they reflect each other as two sides of the same coin and the way their relationship was always going to end this way- with the flip of the coin, spinning in the air, each trying to override the other, each trying to take control of the story, each haunting each other forever.

It's under my microscope. It's rotating rent free in my head. It's everything good about Moffat's writing- fairytale vibes, wrenching character work, two characters that thematically parallel each other- and none of the bad, because he's not trying to be too clever or fuck with the rules too much, there's a couple of simple concepts played straight to their inevitable conclusions: Clara Oswald needs to die but the Doctor can't let it happen, he wants her to forget but she can't let it happen, so they both will do the most devasting things in the world to stop the other and they both get their way in the end but only in a way that will leave them haunting each other forever.

And it's so fucking good.

[petercapaldi-press]

Peter Capaldi: ‘Every Doctor Who gets backlash’

The Thick Of It star on Scottish independence, why he’s leaving Doctor Who behind, dealing with fans, and his rare excursion into horror

INTERVIEW

The Telegraph

27 October 2022 1:16pm BST

Ed Cumming

“I’ve always liked a good horror film,” says Peter Capaldi. “I find them comforting, rather than disturbing.” On a rare day off, he likes to settle down with an old favourite – one of Peter Cushing’s Hammer horrors, say, or Dracula A.D. 1972. “Those films remind me of my childhood;” he adds, speaking over video from his home in Muswell Hill, North London. “I was brought up Catholic, so when I watched horror I think I saw something familiar – gore.”

In a nearly 40-year acting career, Capaldi has ticked off almost every genre, from historical drama to DC superhero movies, with plenty of comedy in between. His breakthrough as Danny Oldsen, the boyish Aberdeenshire oil executive in Local Hero (1983) was a comic role in a charming small-canvas masterpiece. Franz Kafka’s It’s a Wonderful Life (1993), a short film which he wrote and directed, and for which he won an Oscar, was a comedy, too. His Doctor Who had an irascible charm.

But his latest role marks a rare excursion into horror. The Devil’s Hour is a six-part series for Amazon Prime Video, and Capaldi’s old Doctor Who boss Steven Moffat is an executive producer. It tells the story of Lucy Chambers (Jessica Raine), a young mother who wakes up every night at exactly 3.33am, and experiences disturbing visions. Timed for the run-up to Halloween, the series is an unsettling vision of paranormal activity in the suburbs. Capaldi plays Gideon, an enigmatic figure who comes into Lucy’s life. To say any more would risk giving the game away.

It is perhaps surprising that Capaldi has not done more horror. In the nicest way possible, at 64, his lean frame and sharp features lend themselves to scary characters. Not to mention that grin, which he can flip from friendly to menacing with the merest twitch of his muscles.

Which is not to say that he has never played scary. His best known character, alongside the Time Lord, is Malcolm Tucker, The Thick of It’s snarling, savage bully of a communications director (Sample greeting: “come the f--- in or f--- the f--- off!”). It just happened that he was very funny, too. When it first aired 17 years ago, Armando Iannucci’s satire seemed like a supremely cynical view of British politics. Today it looks almost rose-tinted.

Capaldi’s own faith in British politics has been eroded over the past 12 years to the point where, as a Glaswegian, he would now support Scottish independence, he says. “It used not to be something I was particularly drawn to,” he says. I’ve lived in London for most of my life, and always loved Cardiff and Manchester and Belfast. But after the relentlessness of the past 12 years, everything we have been put through, it might just be time to go home and be a part of that.” So if there was another vote he’d support independence? “I would, yeah.”

He is still recognised for Doctor Who, of course. “Someone asked me for a selfie on the bus the other day and I felt bad, because I thought, ‘Should I refuse on the grounds it attacks the magic of Doctor Who to be photographed on the 97?’,” he says. “But then I thought, ‘No, that is actually very Who-ish.’” Russell T Davies is preparing an extravaganza for next year's 60th Who anniversary, which will include David Tennant, but Capaldi would rather let sleeping Doctors lie. 

“In a story with all the Doctors in it, I don't know how you could get a fair crack at the whip,” he says. “But there's also this idea that when something's a successful brand you have to keep going back to it. I loved playing Doctor Who, but I'd rather leave it.”

A new Doctor is on the way, played by Ncuti Gatwa, the first black lead. The outgoing Jodie Whittaker was the first woman. She endured a fair amount of abuse. Does Capaldi worry that Ncuti will suffer something similar?

“People love them,” he says. “We all got [backlash]. I got it. Matt [Smith, the 11th Doctor] got it. People loved Jodie; people loved me, people loved Matt. If a handful of people don’t, there will be another one along in a minute.”

Besides, as he says, nobody gets into the trade to stay humble. “You do not become an actor to have your feet on the ground,” he says. “These people who walk around saying, ‘I’m very real and authentic and thankful’ – why bother? You’d have been more unaffected by not joining.

“My parents were essentially immigrants, and lived in a tenement,” he says. His mother Nancy and father, Gerald, were Italian, and ran an ice-cream business in Glasgow. “This life was unimaginable to them. I’m not equipped to be blasé or have a sense of entitlement about what I’m lucky enough to do. That sounds pious. It’s great luck to have ended up like this.” I ask him where he keeps his Oscar. Leaning back in his chair, he peers at an unseen shelf. “It’s there,” he says, “behind some of the other trinkets.”

Doctor Who is not the only quintessentially British franchise in which Capaldi has appeared. In the recent Paddington films, he played Mr Curry, a grouchy neighbour. Was he surprised at the way the bear was taken up as a kind of national mascot in the days after the death of the Queen? “It’s interesting, thinking about franchises and brands,” he says. “Because what I like about those films is they are but they escape the erosion of the brand, because they have heart. They’re very sincere films. I know they make huge amounts of money, but it’s almost as though it wouldn’t matter if they didn’t.

“In all art, sincerity is what works,” he says, adding with a laugh: “If you can fake that, you’re home and dry.”

After The Devil’s Hour, we’ll see Capaldi in Criminal Record, a detective series for Apple TV+, in which he will star opposite The Good Wife’s Cush Jumbo. He also serves as executive producer, alongside his wife, Elaine Collins. Beyond that, he is happy to see what comes. “One of the great things about being an actor is not knowing. But what’s certain is that the ageing process takes its toll. Certain kinds of roles you might see yourself in are no longer open for you. But that’s alright.”

Surely there are other franchises that are crying out to be Capaldied: The Rings of Power, Game of Thrones, Star Trek, Star Wars? He has a copy of one of the Thrones books signed “to the Doctor” by Game of Thrones author George R.R. Martin, a devoted Who fan. As to being cast, the phone has yet to ring.

“It’s awful, isn’t it?” Capaldi says, with a grin. “But that’s show business. You think you’re getting somewhere, and then…”

The Devil's Hour comes to Amazon Prime Video on October 28

[valentineforlemonandcherry]

Foxtail & Wolfsbane Part 47

Summary: Your lifelong obsession to hunt down the Nine-Tailed Fox has not gone as expected, and seventeen years later, you find yourself coming back to the place where it all started: Hogwarts. However, with Sirius Black’s escape from Azkaban and Headmaster Dumbledore’s hire of a certain Professor R. J. Lupin, you suddenly find yourself intertwined in the fates of those with whom you thought you had parted ways with long ago.

[Multi-Post Story] [Rowan Scamander x Reader] [Remus Lupin x Reader] [Young Sirius Black x Reader] [Tristan Graves x Reader] [Severus Snape x Reader] *Note: Rowan Scamander, Tristan Graves, Susana Holmes, Cas Carneirus, Henrietta Weiss, Thomas Picquery, and Magdalene Clarke are OC characters.

[Warning: Story Contains Explicit Smut.]

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“Parcel.”

“Oi, parcel.”

“Lovely, I think Sirius is talking to - ”

“Incoming!”

Thunk!

“Ow, Merlin!” you griped, as a heavy parcel smacked you right in the face.

“Oops, sorry.” Sirius shot you a soft smirk. 

You scowled at him as you picked the parcel back up and put it on the table.

“Pads, please,” Remus sighed, while rubbing your shoulder soothingly.

“I did warn her,” Sirius replied. “She’s the one who decided to ignore me.” He sat down at the table, carelessly slinging one arm over the back of the chair next to him. He ran his hand through his hair, which naturally came to frame his face quite handsomely. “Why’s that, huh? Remus speaks to you, and you respond immediately. But me, you ignore. Care to explain yourself?”

“My mind naturally blocks out insignificant sounds,” you explained matter-of-factly.

“Insigni – Excuse me?” Sirius sputtered.

Meanwhile, you were already busy tearing open the package.

“Oi,” Sirius snapped at you.

Remus looked at him, half-pitying and half-amused. “She can’t hear you again, Pads. She just explained herself, didn’t she?”

“Well, relay my message to her, won’t you?” Sirius said, irritated. “Tell her she’s a stinky, slimy piece of - ”

“Oh my God!” You stood up from excitement, clutching what had been in the parcel – a beautifully engraved book.  The title, in silver detailing, spelt out: The Tales of the Nine-Tailed Fox.  You stared at the cover, wide-eyed and with your heart pounding.  Beneath the title, the script listed your name as the author. 

“Is that - ?” Remus began.

But you suddenly rummaged furiously through the wrapping paper that you’d just ripped off thoughtlessly.  Where is it? Where!? It must be - !

Sirius grinned at Remus. “She can’t hear you either, apparently. You’re insignificant too, Moony."

“Shut it, Padfoot.”

“Aha!” You yanked out a small slip of parchment that must have been laid on top of the book but which you, in your careless opening of the package, had cast aside with the rest of the wrapping paper.  You held it up and read it.  Couldn’t read your writing at all, you numbskull.  If anything’s wrong, that’s on you.  ‘Course, if this does well, I’ll bully you into another book.  It’s high time you realized that there are other creatures, too.  So - ‘Moon Rabbit.’  Look it up.  

You slipped the note in your pocket and then, sitting back down, you opened the book to the first page.  Noticing Remus looking curiously over your shoulder, you pushed the book towards him to read it together.

“Published by Moffat and Hags Publication Co.,” Remus read aloud. “Edited by Rowan Jacob Scamander.”

You flicked over to the next page.  There was an illustration of a winterscape, and the text began with – Considered nothing but a myth among myths for well over a millennia, the Nine-Tailed Fox has long been an elusive creature.   

You closed your eyes tightly. A thousand images flashed through your mind, and in particular, a memory of flurrying tails and bright, silver eyes.

“This is incredible,” Remus said, as he flipped through the pages.

You opened your eyes and you watched as the pages flipped by, featuring information all about the Nine-Tailed Fox.  “Rowan put it all together for me,” you said, awed. “And he said he’d list himself as the main author, but he didn’t. He listed me.”

“Well, as kind as that is, I think it’d be difficult to deny that you were the one to find the Fox,” Remus said, smiling. “That was obvious every time her fox ears and tails came springing out of you.”

“True.” You reached out and closed the book, and you stared at the cover. “But I can’t believe it… I mean, it’s a real publication. How strange.”

“Congratulations,” Remus murmured in your ear, and he placed a sweet kiss on your cheek.

“It was entirely Rowan’s doing,” you said honestly. Still, as amazing as this book must be, it only captures the facts.  It doesn’t capture the most important parts of the Nine-Tailed Fox that I met or the mythical world that I somehow managed to venture into…

“Lovely, are you all right?” Remus whispered to you.

“Hm?”

“You’ve gone off somewhere. I can feel it.”

“Oh…” You blinked. “Sorry, I was just remembering everything.” You turned sideways in your chair and you kissed Remus, telling him wordlessly that you were present again and that he didn't need to worry.

Vaguely, you heard Sirius tease, “All right, the insignificant one must leave,” and he left the room.

Remus pulled you into his lap, then, and as the kiss deepened, Remus easily lost himself in the taste and warmth of you, which to him was more wonderful and wondrous than even the magic of the Nine-Tailed Fox. 

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

The next day, Remus was sent on an extremely dangerous mission.  He was to help evacuate a group of goblins that were being continuously hounded by the Death Eaters for information on what was in the Gringotts vaults.  You offered to join, but Mad-Eye stationed you and Sirius – “the reckless ones,” as he put it – as backup at Grimmauld Place. 

“I’ll be all right, Lovely. Don’t you worry about me,” Remus assured you, as the group headed out from Grimmauld Place.

You reached out and squeezed his arm in your hands. “Okay. Come back soon."

Remus began to turn away when, out of nervousness, you heard yourself blurt out, "Make sure you do come back. I'll have tea and chocolates ready for you, okay?" In your own mind, you thought, Why did I say that? As if Remus wouldn't come back if I didn't bribe him with tea and chocolates? But I can't help it. It makes me so nervous when he leaves for these missions.

Sensing your anxiety, Remus turned back.  Slipping past an irate Mad-Eye, Remus came back over to you. Grasping your face in his hands, he kissed you lovingly and murmured, "Okay. Sounds like a date. I'll make sure to be there, Lovely," before he finally left.

Oh. He gets it. Your heart thumped hard, half still in anxiousness and half simply in love. You put your hands up to your face, pressing your cool palms to your warm cheeks. Sirius took one look at you, muttered, "Merlin" and walked out of the hallway.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

The evening seemed to go on forever for you and Sirius.  Frustrated at being cooped up in Grimmauld Place, Sirius paced endlessly in the kitchen.  You tried to make some tea for yourself and Sirius, but neither of you really wanted it, and Sirius' pacing was driving you crazy, so you gave up and left the kitchen.  You headed back to your bedroom, where you made to tidy up.  As you folded the pants you had worn yesterday, you came across Rowan’s note in one of the pockets.  Your fingers traced the words, scrawled in Rowan’s handwriting - ‘Moon Rabbit.’  Look it up.  

Clutching the note, you headed towards the severely underused library of Grimmauld Place.  Ignoring all of the dusty books on blood lineage and Dark Magic, you managed to find an encyclopedia of magical creatures. There was only one, very short paragraph on ‘Moon Rabbit,’ but it was enough for you, at least for now.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

You headed for the stairwell that led to the roof of Grimmauld Place.  On your way, you passed by Sirius’ room.  You could hear him pacing inside.  It's never a good sign when Sirius paces, and he's been doing an awful lot of it lately, you thought. I guess being stuck in Grimmauld Place is really getting to him. You knocked on his door.

Sirius opened the door. “What?” he said gruffly. “They’re not back yet, are they?”

“No. I was going to go up to the roof. Do you want to come with me?”

“The roof? Why?”

“I want to look at the moon.”

Sirius gave you a most skeptical look. “The moon?” He opened the door further and leaned against the doorway. “Isn’t that the most cliché pick-up line ever? Want to go look at the moon with me?” He smirked at you and crossed his arms impressively over his chest.

You sighed. “I knew I would regret trying to be nice to you.”

“Well,” Sirius drawled, with a glint in his eye, “There’s being ‘nice’ and then there’s being ‘frisky’ – Hey!”

Having had enough, you pushed Sirius back into his room and yanked the door shut.  “Never mind, offer rescinded!”

Sirius tried to open the door from the other side, but you resolutely dug your heels in and held the door closed. However, after a minute, Sirius won out and the door flew open.

“Merlin, you don’t give up easy,” Sirius growled. “Or else maybe my being stuck here all the time and doing absolutely shit-all has made me weak, huh?”

You tried to hide how hard you were breathing and merely replied, “If you’re done being foolish, let’s go.  I really do want to look at the moon.”

Sirius shook his head at you, not understanding why you were making such a big deal about the moon. But he kept quiet and followed you up to the roof.

“It’s bloody freezing out here,” Sirius grumbled, as the two of you sat down.

“You should have brought something to wear,” you said, snuggling into your own jumper.

“I didn’t know you were going to drag me out here to look at the moon,” Sirius replied.

You pulled out a jar that you had brought with you and you tapped your wand against it.  Bright blue flames appeared inside the glass.

“Here.” You handed it to Sirius. “That should do the trick. Now, be quiet.”

“Huh?”

“Shush. I need to read.” You pulled out the heavy encyclopedia from under your arm and opened it up in your lap.

“What are you reading for?”

“I said ‘shush.’”

L…M… Mandrake… Moonstone… Ah, Moon Rabbit.  You put your finger down to mark the entry and read silently. “The Moon Rabbit is a mythical figure identified within the dark markings on the near side of the Moon.  It appears as if the Moon Rabbit is pounding with a mortar and pestle.  The Moon Rabbit has appeared as a figure in various different cultures at different times.  In East Asian mythology, the Moon Rabbit is portrayed as a companion of the Moon Goddess, and the Moon Rabbit is seen pounding the Elixir of Immortality for her. From time to time, it is said that the Moon Rabbit must return to Earth to collect the needed herbs.  While on Earth, the Moon Rabbit masquerades as a simple earthly rabbit, save for the silver sheen on its fur, which resembles the moonlight.  Legend says that the Moon Rabbit usually descends to the Earth and ascends back to the Moon from somewhere near the Himalayan Mountains.  However, the Moon Rabbit can jump the entire Earth in one bound, so while many researchers and adventurers have spent their time near the Himalayan Mountains in search of this mythical figure, none have been successful so far.  Frequent travelers of the Himalayan Mountains have, from time to time, reported a strange sound – much like the sounds of the ocean waves – from the mountains, despite the fact that ocean sounds are usually not heard in the mountains.  All of the reports detail the same facts – that these sounds were heard on a foggy night, that the ocean sounds were eerily too-perfect in their rhythm, and that the sounds evoked a strong sense of nostalgia to the listener.  Some Magizoologists hypothesize that this is the sound of the Moon Rabbit arriving at or leaving Earth, or else of the Moon Rabbit jumping through the Mountains, but these theories remain pure conjectures.”

Sirius was grumbling to himself, “I’ve had enough of this,” when you lifted your head and looked up at the full moon.  It was shining quite brightly tonight. 

“I’m going in - ”

“Sirius, look.” You grabbed his arm and nodded at the moon.

“What?”

“Do you see a rabbit on the moon?”

“Huh?”

You tilted your head a little and stared harder at the moon, focusing on the outlines of the shadows. 

“What in Merlin’s name are you talking about?” Sirius wondered. “A rabbit on the moon?”

Hm… I think… I think I see it. You tilted your head a bit more.  Ah, there it is.  The rabbit shape, and yes – I believe the rabbit’s holding a mortar and pestel.

Besides you, Sirius murmured quietly, "Mar always wanted a pet rabbit."

"What?"

"Nothing."

Confused, you repeated what you thought you heard. "Mars has a pet rabbit? Like the planet?"

"What? No."

"Then what? You've always wanted a pet rabbit?"

"No, no. You're getting this all wrong."

"Well then, what did you say?"

"Nothing, forget it. Listen, it's freezing out here and you've completely lost your marbles, so I'm headed inside, all right?" Not waiting for your answer, Sirius handed you back the bell jar of flames and left the rooftop. 

As he disappeared down the stairwell, you called out, "Let me know when Remus is back!"

Sirius stuck his hand back out and waved at you for a moment before disappearing entirely.

What was he talking about? you wondered. Why was he talking about a pet rabbit, when I was talking about a rabbit on the moon?

You looked back up at the moon. Wow, a rabbit on the moon. Of all the times I’ve looked at the moon, I never thought to look for a rabbit. I guess I was too focused on it’s connection to the werewolf, huh?  Especially on nights like these, when it’s a full moon. You slowly brought your knees in and hugged them, so that you could rest your chin on your knees and keep looking up at the Rabbit. So there it is - a Moon Rabbit. Wow.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

Sometime past midnight, Sirius popped his head through the small entryway. “Hey, Remus is back.”

“Oh!” You scrambled off of the roof and ran down to the entrance hallway as fast as you could and – “Remus!” You pushed past the crowd of Order members and started to throw your arms around Remus, but then you stopped yourself to check first - “Are you hurt? Would it hurt to give you a hug?”

Remus shook his head and he pulled you into a very tight hug, squeezing you in his arms. “‘M not hurt,” he said, but you heard him let out a long, heavy sigh.

“Remus?” you said worriedly. Now that you were taking a moment to notice everyone else, you realized that every mission member looked rather peaky and out of sorts.  Arthur was hugging Molly tightly; Bill had his arm comfortingly across Tonks’ shoulders and Tonks' hair was a dim blue; and Elphias was sharing his flask with Dedalus, who shook his head gruffly after he downed a gulp, as if to shake off a bad energy or memory.

“What happened tonight?” you asked, rather fearfully.

“Dementors,” Remus explained. “There was a whole horde of dementors waiting for us tonight.  It was nightfall, and it was raining, which gave them a strong advantage over us.  We were able to fend them off with our Patronuses, but it was difficult and extremely draining.  We had to stand our ground long enough for all of the goblins to get to safety, and it wasn’t a fast move, either.”

“No, it bloody well wasn’t. Damn the goblins and their puny legs,” Mad-Eye grunted, as he stomped past the two of you. Then, he barked out, “Everyone, to the dining room!  We’ve got to give our report! And don’t dawdle – constant vigilance!”

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

Everyone shuffled into the dining room. Dumbledore had arrived to hear the report on the mission. Remus took his place with the other front-line Order members, towards the head of the table. You and Sirius sat against the wall to listen in.

As the meeting went on, the bright full moon shining through the window caught your eye.  You stared out the window rather thoughtlessly, with your chin in your hand. 

Meanwhile, Remus was saying, “The alliance with the Dementors may be no surprise, but now that it’s actualized, we cannot underscore the risk that it poses.”

You followed the line of moonlight streaming down from the window – and found that it led you straight to where Remus was sitting.  You smiled a little as you watched him speak to everyone.

It was interesting to see Remus slowly accept that he was no longer a werewolf.  You had always known that Remus was fiercely intelligent and an excellent teacher, but Remus had always shied away from any of his qualities that drew attention to him, on account of his being a werewolf. Now, however, Remus seemed to speak his mind more easily because he felt he could take responsibility for his promises.  Of course, he was still his quiet, thoughtful, and gentle self, and he always would be, but his intelligence and frankly, his mischievousness, were glaringly obvious now.  You now clearly saw why he was a Marauder.  In fact, you realized that while James had been the ringleader of the group, Remus must have been the mastermind of it all.  Stupid ideas would have simply remained ideas if not for Remus John Lupin. All of this meant that Remus, now no longer hindered by his werewolf condition, naturally began to step up as part of the Order leadership.

Still, while Remus marveled at the complete disappearance of his werewolf condition, you thought that the tiniest sliver of it remained within him.  On full moon nights, you swore there was still a silver sheen flickering about somewhere deep within his irises.  And you thought, perhaps, he was a tiny bit more protective over you on such nights.  Remus denied it, but you weren’t so sure. 

Even now, as Dumbledore announced that Voldemort had won over the allegiance of the giants, Remus let out a soft growl, the likes of which you normally never heard from him.  Nobody else caught it, but you did, and you immediately looked at Remus with a knowing look.  Remus paused, and he delicately looked away from you.

When the meeting ended, you came over to Remus. “Was that a growl I heard at the table?”

Keeping his sight directed politely at the floor, Remus replied lightly, “No, I don’t think so.” You both stepped aside at the door to let the others go by first.

Not one to be easily deterred, you leaned into Remus slightly and tried to make eye contact with him, as you questioned, “Are you sure?  I definitely heard something.” 

“Probably Sirius. Padfoot, y’know.”

“Oh yes, Padfoot…”

“Yes,” Remus said, relieved.

You paused for all of one second before you pointed out, “Well, but Padfoot doesn’t growl nearly so deep. He’s just a dog.”

An offended voice broke in at that moment - “Just a dog?”

You turned around to see Sirius, who had evidently been standing behind you and Remus as the rest of the Order emptied out of the room.

“Oh…” You gave Sirius an apologetic smile. “I mean, compared to a wolf, is all.  Y’know how there are theories that dogs are domesticated wolves - ”

“Domesticated?” Sirius repeated, clearly disgusted.

“Pads,” Remus sighed. “It’s not meant to be offensive.”

“Easy for you to say,” Sirius scoffed. “You’re not the one being accused of being the lesser, knock-off version.”

“That’s not what she’s saying.”

You hesitated, and you looked Sirius up and down. “Well…”

“Don’t you dare,” Sirius growled, and his voice was quite deep and rumbly.

You laughed. “All right, maybe it was Sirius that growled,” you relented. You reached out and made to tickle Sirius under his chin. “Aw… The little dog wants to be a wolf. Awww.”

Sirius’ eyes flashed through a hundred different glares (though all murderous) as you lightly tickled his chin and laughed at him. Through gritted teeth, Sirius growled, “Remus, if you care at all for her - ”

Remus hastily grabbed your waist and pulled you away.

“Night!” you called back to Sirius, as you disappeared through the doorway.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

You and Remus walked up the stairs, heading to your bedroom.

“It’s not a bad thing if you have little habits left over,” you mused. “It would only make sense. You growling and all, maybe it’s like an itch you need scratched.”

Remus made a face. “An itch I need scratched? What, like I have a flea or something?”

You laughed. “No, I meant metaphorically.  Like, if you get used to something, and then it goes away all of a sudden, you feel the absence a tiny bit – like an itch.”

“But what would the itch be for?” Remus asked. “I certainly don’t miss the hellish experience of having to turn into a wolf every month.”

“Of course not,” you said reassuringly. “And you’ll never have to again.  But maybe there were certain traits you had as your human self that were influenced by your wolf self.”

Seeing Remus’ brow furrow, you said quickly, “Never mind. It was just a question. No, not even that. It was only a thought, and a silly one at that. I’m sorry if I pushed it too far.”

You and Remus stopped before your bedroom door. You both reached for the doorknob at the same time, and your hand slipped over Remus’.

“Oh, sorry.” You pulled your hand away and stepped aside. But then, you paused.  His hand is freezing cold. The dementors must still be affecting him. “Remus, you’re still cold. Let’s get you inside - ” You broke off, however, when Remus turned towards you rather abruptly. His hand slipped off of the doorknob and onto the door, and his other hand came to rest lightly on the wall beside you. 

Unexpectedly finding yourself gently caged into the corner, you started to ask if everything was all right, but just then, you swore you saw a slight silver light glimmer in the depths of Remus’ hazel eyes... You fell silent and simply watched Remus, gazing into his eyes attentively.

“Lovely,” Remus murmured, and his voice was low and raspy.

Heart thundering in a manner entirely disproportionate to the situation, you murmured back, “Yes?”

Remus leaned in closer to you, and you heard him exhale rather strongly. “Remus…?” you whispered.

Remus’ answer was to wrap his arms around you. Your vision was obscured by his chest for a moment, while you felt him squeezing you in his hug.  “Sorry,” Remus whispered, “but I can’t help it.  It’s still so cold, except for you, Lovely. You’re so warm.”

“Then let’s - um - let's get you inside,” you tried to suggest. “I think maybe a hot shower and some warm clothes will do the – the trick - ” You broke off again, as Remus leaned down and buried his face against your neck. You shivered slightly, as you felt his cold cheeks press against your neck and chest.

“So, so warm,” Remus murmured lowly. You let Remus nestle into you, and you meant to wrap your arms around him to hug him back when – Oh?  Your eyes widened as Remus suddenly clamped his mouth on your neck and sucked fervently at your skin.  Your hands flew to Remus’ shoulders in surprise, for Remus rarely ever gave you bites - not like this, anyways, so immediate and passionate. You liked them quite a bit, but Remus didn’t seem to enjoy giving you them, so you never said anything.  But tonight, Remus did not hold back in marking your neck up and, even as your mind was spinning with curiosity at why he was so easily accepting this more aggressive energy, your mind was also melting because it felt so, so good to let your boyfriend have you this way.

“So sweet, too,” Remus breathed out, and then he moaned needily against your neck.

Remus was starting to push you up against the wall. Gathering you up in his arms greedily, he ravished your sweet little neck with kisses and bites, not realizing he had you nearly on your tiptoes.

“Ah…” You winced slightly as Remus’ teeth sank lightly into your skin, though it felt far more pleasurable than anything else. 

“Mm, yes, Lovely,” Remus praised you, though his voice was muffled by the fact that his lips were still pressed fervently against your neck.  You felt him press hot, wet kisses all down your throat.

“A-Ah, Remus…” A soft murmur escaped you, as you turned your head to give Remus more of your neck.

Yes, like that, Remus thought wantingly. This little throat is all mine. He didn’t voice such sentiments aloud, but he made it clear as he yanked your shirt off of your shoulder to lay a new trail of kisses and bites there.     

“Mm - ah,” you moaned, in a tight little voice, as you took in the sensation of Remus’ mouth sucking hotly on your shoulder. 

And there she goes, with her little moans, Remus thought. She doesn’t know how adorable she sounds.  He leaned forward, pinning you even more against the wall with his chest, as he sucked hard at your shoulder.

“Ah, Remus!” you moaned, and there was a sweet little rasp to your voice now that told Remus that you were feeling just as needy as he was. Sure enough, the next moment, you begged, “Harder. Suck my neck harder, please…”

Remus let out a low groan as he complied, now burying his head against your neck to mark you up even more heavily there.  Yes, Lovely sounds so sweet when she’s like this.  Begging like this, moaning like this… I want to give her everything she wants, all the pleasure in the world.  I want to hear her moan and gasp and whimper for me. I want – I want – I want her.  That was what he was thinking when a low growl rumbled through his chest. 

You paused, surprised, as you felt his energy thrumming through his chest. You turned back to look at him. “Re - ”

Remus reached and gently pushed your head back to the side, so he could continue to mark up your neck.  “Shush, sweetheart,” he murmured. “I know what you’re going to say.”

“But that sound you made - ”

“Yes, I know. Now shush.”

You didn’t argue back, but you did turn your head to try to see his face.  The motion pushed Remus back a little from your neck. With a soft sigh, for he knew exactly what you were doing, Remus slipped his hand slipped onto the back of your neck and his fingers tangled into your soft hair at the nape of your neck.  Then, he pulled your hair back – your breath hitched – and then proceeded to lay kisses all down your pretty little throat. 

“Ah...!” you breathed out.  He was kissing you so fervently and leaving all sorts of marks on you, and though it was only kissing and some bites, he was making you quite flustered.

Hearing you panting for him already, Remus praised you in his head, murmuring, Good girl to you.  He also paused to give your lovely neck a soft bite to tell you that he heard you, and when you squirmed a little in his arms, he pressed you harder against the wall and that low, humming noise escaped him again. 

“Rem…” you whispered tightly. “I’m not saying – ah - it’s the wolf, but you sound so – so - ”

“Shush now, so I can kiss you,” was all Remus said back.  And sure enough, Remus grasped your face with both of his hands and he kissed your lips passionately.  You gasped a little, and your hands flew to hold onto his wrists.  He was so much taller than you that you had to tilt your head up quite a bit, and when Remus had you like this – in his grasp and pressed up against a wall to kiss you silly – it took very little time until you were properly dizzy and desperately in need of air.  Mm, the way he kisses me – ah, I wish he’d stay here and kiss me forever… Your hands slipped up his shoulders and you hugged Remus around his neck, pulling him deeper into your kiss.

Remus’ hands naturally fell from your face and traced your sides.  Your heart began to thump quite quickly when you felt Remus’ hands tracing your figure.  His hands aren’t cold anymore, you noted, as you felt his hands pass over your hips. 

For a moment, Remus’ fingers brushed over the little patch on your jeans.  You’d asked Remus to sew on that patch, despite the fact that there was no hole there.  Remus knew by now that you simply liked having his patches on your clothing, for it was a little piece of him that you could have with you wherever you went.

“You really are a good girl,” Remus murmured, as his fingers danced lightly over the patch.

“W-What?” you breathed out, for Remus had spoken so low that his words were entirely inaudible, even when you were pressed up against him.

“Nothing,” Remus said quickly.

“You definitely said something - ”

“It wasn’t anything, Lovely,” Remus insisted, and then he kissed you again. 

“Ah…” Your lips parted as Remus claimed your mouth as his.  His kisses were fervent enough that every time, he was pushing you gently against the wall, so that you were shifting slightly on your feet. Finally, Remus’ hands, warm and broad, spread atop your hips as he pinned you down.

“R-Remus,” you breathed out, “you’re pinning me down.”

“Yes, sweetheart, I am,” Remus whispered to you. “All the better to have you properly tonight.”

Your eyes widened slightly as you took in that Remus, despite how soft his voice sounded, was not denying that he was having his way with you, holding you just as he preferred you. Oh… That realization was enough to make your heart thump soundly in your heart, and your thighs shiver a little.

Keeping you up against the wall, Remus nudged his way back down to your neck, and he began to give you soft bites all over your neck, layering them over the kisses he had already given you tonight.  You breathed out heavily and squeezed your eyes shut tightly. You bit down on your lower lip too, and you began to slowly move your hips against Remus, as you were getting all hot and flustered for him now. 

But Remus’ grip merely tightened on your hips and he scolded you, “Patience, Lovely.  No wet spots on my pants tonight. You can’t just cum and slip away from me.  Not tonight.  I want to be inside you when you cum. I want to feel you tonight.”  Remus locked eyes with you as he murmured, ever in that quiet and careful voice, “Every bit of you.”

You swallowed. He’s usually never this forward in how he speaks.  But it’s – it’s definitely doing things to me.  Before you knew it, you felt your panties suddenly get quite wet. Oh my God, did I just - ? You blushed, for you were sure you’d just cummed in your panties at Remus’ mere words.

That blush – that little blush – made Remus realize that you were into this.  And that fact set something off very strong in him.  He picked you up and carried you to bed, where he wasted no time in picking up right where he left off.  He did pause for a moment when he caught sight of the many love marks that he’d left all over your chest, while your shirt neckline now hung quite low.  He blushed a little, as he felt a bit apologetic for having cost you your shirt.  But there was another side of him that wasn’t apologetic at all, and in truth, loved that he’d been the one to do that to you – to hold you and touch you and kiss you so fervently. 

What was more, you didn’t seem at all concerned about the state of your shirt.  Remus watched you fumbling as hastily as you could to take your clothes off.  You managed to yank your pants to your thighs and then, you groaned as you realized they were stuck. Remus chuckled lowly, and he reached down, grabbed your pants, and yanked them off of you easily. “There you are.”

You smiled at Remus and then you reached for him.  Your fingers made short work of his belt and you didn’t even try to take his pants off.  You merely pushed his pants and briefs down as far as you needed for you to be able to wrap your perfect, wet little mouth onto Remus’ cock.

Remus groaned. Lovely’s mouth feels so heavenly. He watched you tuck your hair back and then put your hands on your knees to steady yourself and then you went for it, with your head bobbing up and down, and soft, sweet little sucking and gagging sounds leaving you as you fucked Remus’ cock with your mouth. Remus’ stomach tensed, and his abs rippled for a moment as he grew harder and harder for you. 

Feeling him grow bigger in your mouth and having a harder time taking him in, you moaned and you hugged Remus’ hips for support as you pushed your mouth back down on Remus’ cock. 

“Nngh – fuck!” Remus cursed. “Ah, Lovely – uhn!”

You shut your eyes and worked even harder, trying to relax your throat – when Remus suddenly grabbed your shoulders and pushed you back onto the bed.

Before you could say anything, Remus was on top of you, kissing you passionately, but also berating you again. “I said I wanted to be inside you, sweetheart.  So, you can’t have me finish in your mouth like that, right?”  He didn’t give you a chance to answer as he pressed his mouth fervently against yours.

“A-Ah, mmpfh, ah…” You panted heavily.  Your hair was already getting all messy as you squirmed this way and that on top of the pillow, but you didn’t know what else to do, with Remus kissing you as he was.  He was also grinding against you a little, and you could feel his cock, thick and heavy, throbbing against your thigh.

You wanted him inside of you so badly, but your mind was already so hazy that you couldn’t form the words to ask.  No, you couldn’t even breathe, but Godric, you needed him inside you.  It was such an intense, all-consuming desire that flared up within you. 

“R-Remus - ” you began.

But just then, Remus declared, “Wet.”

“Huh?” you blurted out, for you hadn’t even noticed that Remus had gently slotted his hand between your thighs for just a moment.

“You’re already soaked, Lovely.” Remus brought his hand up to his mouth and licked his fingers thoroughly. "What is this? Hm?"

You bit your lower lip as you blushed furiously. So, he had found you out. But what does it matter, you found yourself thinking, so long as he’s inside you? Before you even thought it through, you found yourself spreading open your legs for Remus. And you heard yourself breathe out, “Please.”

Remus stared at you, and his desire to be ever-so-gentle with you clashed with that strange desire that was bleeding through everything today.  This intense desire had flared up even more when, upon his return after fighting with the dementors, you’d hugged him so lovingly.  Pressing into him like that, your warmth bled through Remus’ rain-soaked clothes and shivering skin and straight to his heart, and he realized once more how irresistibly warm and perfect you were.  And though that realization mostly brought on gentle, loving feelings for you, there was a part of Remus that ached for more.  Underlying everything, there was this fierce need for Remus to have you, to push out every moan and whimper you were willing to give him, to devour you as much as you would let him, and to be inside you until you were weak and trembling from being full of him, and when your legs finally gave out and you would collapse under him, whimpering like a little puppy, Remus could finally take that chance to rut into you as hard as he dared, to make you his, to mate you, possibly even breed you –

“Remus?” Still shivering with need and feeling rather vulnerable before him, you stretched out a hesitant, trembling hand towards him.  You shifted your legs open again, reached down with one hand to pull aside your panties, and you whispered, “Do you not want me right now?”

Remus’ gaze fell to your pussy, waiting there for him to take, all pink and glistening, and he swallowed hard. As if I could ever not want her.  “Don’t ask such foolish things,” he said, scolding you before he even realized what he was saying.

You blinked. “Hm?”

Remus leaned down and kissed you hard, and without quite realizing it, his fingers found your throat. Before he knew it, his hand had slotted in quite nicely around your neck.  He wasn’t choking you at all, just holding your neck, but his grasp on you made it impossible for you to look down.  Remus pressed his lips against yours hotly, and at the same time, he managed to push open your thighs with his hips and then, finally, he pushed himself inside of you.

“Mmm…!” You let out a low, ringing moan, and your head spun as you felt Remus slowly squeeze his cock inside of your tight pussyhole.

“Fuck,” Remus cursed.  “You are warm, Lovely.”  For a moment, his fingers tightened around your neck, and you gasped out loud a rather strangled gasp, because Remus had pushed into you again at that moment. He was now very much burying himself inside you and pushing your tight walls open for him, and it was making you feel all sorts of things.

“A-Ah!” You shut your eyes tightly and, grabbing Remus’ shoulders, you arched your back, needing to release that tension of being spread open on Remus’ cock.  As you lifted yourself up a little from the bed, your knees came up slightly and pressed up against Remus’ sides.

“You pant so pretty, love,” Remus whispered adoringly. “But keep your legs open for me now, won’t you?”

You fell back against the mattress and, with a hard pant, you managed to wrench open your legs for him.

Remus wasted no time in pushing his cock back inside of you.  You squirmed as he was nearly fully inside you.  Remus moaned and his hand slipped from your neck to your hair, and he gripped your hair tightly as he pressed his cock deep inside of you now, pressing up nearly into your tummy, it seemed.  Your eyes blurred with tears and a soft, mumbling, “u-uhn, uhh” fell from your lips.

“Almost there, Lovely,” Remus said softly.  He gripped the thin line of your panties tightly in his hand and yanked them even more firmly to the side, making sure they wouldn't be in the way as he pushed himself deeper inside of your tight little hole.

“Nngh…!” Your breath caught as Remus pushed faster than he normally would. Godric, he fills me up so well… Your eyes rolled back in your head for a moment, and you gripped the sheets on either side of you. Your pussy throbbed hotly as you tried to adjust to Remus’ size quickly filling you up.

“Lovely, you feel so good,” Remus muttered, so low that you weren’t even sure if you were meant to hear him. “So fucking good,” he growled, and he thrust inside of you suddenly, sinking his cock deep inside of your warmth.

“Ah!” You gasped, suddenly feeling your pussy stuffed full of Remus’ cock. Your tummy tensed and you fell back completely against the mattress. “A-Ah, ah…!”

Remus, who had been focused entirely on the sight of your sweet little pussy taking in his cock, suddenly snapped his head up to see you. You were clutching at the sheets so hard that you were pulling them out from under the mattress.  Your stomach was tense and taut, while your shoulders and chest were already covered with love bites.

“Mm-mm.” Your lips were clamped shut, but you let out a tight little moan as you slowly adjust to Remus.  Once you had, you shifted down on the bed, wiggling your hips, to take even more of him in.

Remus bent down and laid a sweet, gentle kiss on your cheek. Then, grabbing your hips, he yanked you to him, and he thrust forward.

“Ah!” Your gasp ripped through the room, and you hardly were able to draw breath again because Remus was already pushing it out of you again. “Ah, ah, ah!” Your breathless cries filled the air as Remus found his pace rather quickly today, snapping his hips forward repeatedly.  Your thighs shivered heavily, and you made to wrap the around Remus’ hips, but he was moving too much for that. Your legs fell open on the bed, and you sank a little into the mattress. With a low growl, Remus slipped one arm under your lower back, and he pulled your hips up into the air again, so that you would stay flush to him.

Come on, Lovely, he urged in his mind. Stay with me now. I need to be as deep inside you as I possibly can tonight. Please, Lovely, stay with me.

“Uhnnn!” You feverishly ran your hands over yourself, and finally pressed your hands against your breasts and squeezed them, as you tried not to be overwhelmed by the intense feeling of tension already coursing through your body. Despite your efforts, however, you felt your pussy start to clench, making you feel even more tighter and heavenly to Remus.

Remus groaned heavily, and he kept pushing his cock right into your waiting little pussy. You were getting tighter, yes, but you were also already all wet for him, so you were taking him quite well. Thump, thump, thump, went the bed against the wall, and neither of you noticed, because all that mattered was each other, and this moment – this intense, pleasurable, and heightened moment.  You felt like you were in a frenzy.  You could hardly think, breathe, or do much of anything, except to keep your sweet thighs open for Remus as he rutted into you. 

Remus ran his other hand appreciatively, if not a bit messily, over your tummy and then over your strong thighs, before his thumb found your clit, and he rubbed you hard, in tight little circles, even as he kept fucking his cock into you, over and over and over again. Even tighter, he thought to himself. C'mon, Lovely, give me that pussy even tighter. I know you can do it. You've only started to clench, isn't that right?

You were squirming below him, but Remus had his other hand in a tight grip on your hip, holding you down on the bed, and he was still rubbing you furiously on your clit. "R-Remus!" you breathed out harshly.

Yes, you're getting there, Remus groaned, feeling your walls pulsing heavily and starting to squeeze on his cock. More, Lovely, more!

You moaned loudly, and grabbing the pillow above your head, you smushed it against your own face, as you blabbered aloud, “So good, so good, s-so good, uhn!”

Remus chuckled lowly, but it was only for a moment, as he was too overwhelmed by the feeling of your tight pussy gripping his cock all over now.  He could feel your walls spasming all around his cock, and when you cried out loudly, Remus moaned heavily with you, because you were fucking cumming on his cock, and it was all Remus could do not to cum right there and then.

Oh, fuck, Remus sighed out in his head. I knew you could get there. Yes, Lovely, mm, what a tight little pussy you have. Fuck, it feels so amazing.

Remus glanced down at you, only to see that you still had your pillow lying on top of your face. Panting heavily, Remus suggested, “Lovely, if you want to put your face in a pillow, how about you turn over, hm?”

A soft “ahh” was all that rang out from under the pillow, as you were still riding the high of having just cum all over Remus’ cock.

Remus reached over and pulled the pillow off of your face.  You blinked up at him. Remus meant to be stern, but he couldn’t help except laugh a little as you stared up at him, with flushed cheeks, messy hair, and a thoughtless, but pleased little smile on your face and in your eyes.

“Come on,” Remus said kindly, but somewhat impatiently. “Up you get.” He grabbed your hands and pulled you up until you were sitting upright.  Then, he flipped you over.  You landed on your knees and hands. 

You paused. “Remus?”

“Yes, Lovely.”

“Is this...? I mean, how do you want me?”

“Like this.”  You felt Remus' hand spread between your shoulders, and your eyes widened, as he gently pushed you down on the bed.  True enough, your face met the pillow, for you were head-down, with your hips up in the air.

Remus stroked the back of your thighs, and he murmured quietly, “Mm…”

He’s had me like this before, hasn’t he? you mused.  That night – that first night – and I slipped up and said that I’d done it before with Sirius… Your heart fluttered with happiness at the thought of Remus taking you like this.  Mm, yes, please, you pleaded in your head.

Gently spreading your pussy open for him for a moment, Remus leaned down and blew on your pussy. You shivered a little. Spurred on by your reaction, Remus kissed your pussy.  You moaned, and bunching up the blankets beneath you, you hugged them tightly to your chest. 

"Please, inside me a-again," you begged, with your voice stuttering due to the mere anticipation of being filled up again by Remus.

Remus fisted his cock for a second and then, he slowly slid his cock up and down against your wet slit, without actually entering you.

You moaned, and you waved your hips in the air. “Rem, c’mon, don’t be a tease.”

“I’m not being a tease,” Remus murmured. “You’re just impatient.” He did the same motion again.  You could feel his thick, throbbing cock pass right over your pussy, and you groaned in frustration.  You needed to be filled, damn it, and he wasn’t inside you and – why? Why wasn’t he inside you?

“Please,” you begged. With some effort, you got up on your hands and looked back over your shoulder at him.  You started to speak, when your hair fluttered into your mouth, so that you suddenly said, “You can’t be so mean – pft – tthbwt - ”

Remus laughed at you. “Lovely, you’ve got hair in your mouth. Here.” He reached over and gently pushed your hair away from your face.

“It’s fine,” you said hastily. “That’s not important right now.”

“Mm,” Remus said patiently, as he carefully gathered your hair together in a makeshift ponytail. 

“That’s very sweet of you, but ignore the hair." Pushing your hips back needily against him, you whined desperately, “Please… Need you, need you right now.”

“You have me already, sweetheart.”

“I meant, inside me.”

“Oh.”

You stared at Remus, wondering how he could be so innocent, even in a situation like this – when you caught the mischievous glimmer in his eye. “You! You’re completely teasing me, aren’t you?”

Remus chuckled. “No, no,” he said quickly. “I’m not teasing you.”

“Yes, you are!” you said hotly. “I know that spark in your eye, Mr. Lup – ah!” You gasped loudly as Remus suddenly thrust himself back inside of you. At the same time, Remus was still holding your hair gently in a ponytail, and when you suddenly jerked forward, he instinctively tightened his grasp.  You felt Remus’ grip on your hair, and your head was yanked back slightly when he thrust inside of you. Shock filtered through you, as you realized how Remus was holding you – but then…

“Lovely! I’m so sorry!” Remus let go of your hair at once.

But you shook your head and begged, “No, please! Please don’t let go. Grab my hair.”

“It’ll hurt you,” Remus said, worried.

“No, it won’t! I swear. Just – Just grab it at the again, like you did.”

Remus hesitantly gathered your hair back up, but once he gripped it in his hand again, he couldn’t deny that it felt quite… well, quite right.  Besides that, it was quite something, to see you arched like that for him, with your pretty pussy just waiting to be fucked, your back arched to high heaven, your gorgeous shoulders already trembling, and that pretty silhouette of your face, outlined gently against the moonlight…

“You sure?” Remus whispered.

You nodded fervently. “Yes, Remus.  Now, get back inside me, and don’t let go of my hair.”

Remus acquiesced.  He put one hand on your ass, to steady you, and with the other, he gripped your soft, lovely hair.  And the next time he thrust inside of you, your head jerked back ever so slightly, and your cry of “ah!” rang out even more loudly than usual.

Oh, Godric, she looks so beautiful, Remus moaned in his head, watching you take his cock like such – such – “Such a good girl,” he mumbled, without even realizing it.

You heard, however, and you meant to look back at him, but you couldn’t, because Remus was thrusting into you again, and he was pulling at your hair again, and all you could do was take that lovely, lovely heat burning between your legs and to let out another heated cry in response. It felt so good to be taken like this by Remus, by gentle, sweet, kind Remus. It made all the difference that he was kind and thoughtful. Because it meant that this was love, and that was why having him tug at your hair and take you roughly from behind was so exhilarating, because it was one way of willingly being each other’s – and Godric, you wanted that, you wanted all of that.

Remus, meanwhile, was very much caught up in admiring you.  There was something about this position, he thought, that he particularly appreciated.  Of course, what Remus didn’t realize was that he thought this essentially every time he was with you.  With missionary, he loved being able to press into you while holding your hands, and he could kiss you as much as he wanted before you had to break away and gasp for air, and he could hear you panting away right in his ear.  He also loved those lazy morning sessions, where you were both on your sides, and he was hugging you from behind because he got to feel your shape all over, your lovely curves, and the softness of your tummy, and he could nuzzle your neck as much as he wanted.  Every so often, you couldn’t seem to help yourself, and you’d get into his lap or sit on top of his hips and you’d get yourself all riled up and panting and that, Remus thought, was gorgeous to see.  Seeing your thighs and hips working to take him in, with the way your thighs were spread, and then seeing your soft breasts bounce, and your hair tumbling down your shoulders, Remus always had his breath taken away whenever you took the lead.  But for some reason, on nights like these, there was something about seeing you all bent over for him that made Remus just crave you.  Perhaps it was because he could see your lovely shape whenever he looked down, or he could see exactly how tightly your pussy was gripping on his cock whenever he tried to pull out of you, or perhaps it because he felt he had the option to hold onto you, whether it be your hair, neck, shoulders, or hips, and he could gently make you sink back onto his cock, or perhaps it the way he could see you shifting forward with every thrust you gave you, only you were clutching onto the sheets with all your might like a good girl, and you were shifting back every time to meet him at the next thirst.  Remus wasn’t quite sure, but there was just something about this position that made him adore you that much more.  And frankly, beyond all that, it was the one of the easiest angles to rut into you rather relentlessly, to push every inch of his thick cock into you, and to make sure you’d feel exactly how much he wanted you, burned for you, loved you.

Yes, Remus groaned in his mind, take me, and feel how much I adore you, Lovely.  Take it, mmm, yes, take it, take it, take it. 

Your moans began to fill the air, and soon, you were encouraging Remus to take you harder. “Feels so good,” you moaned out, with every word dragging wantingly through the air. “Oh, Remus, please… More, please! Ah…!”

“It feels good?” Remus breathed out, thrusting into you again.

“Yes!” you gasped. “Mm, yes, yes, yes! Harder, please, Remus, harder – I need you, I need you, I need you – ah!” Your pleas cut off in a sudden gasp as Remus suddenly rammed his cock inside of you quite hard.

“S-Sorry,” Remus panted out at once. “But you – you must know that if you say such sweet things to me when we’re like together like this, I might – might go overboard in trying to p-please you - ”

You shook your head furiously. “Not overboard! It’s not, Remus, please.  Fuck me harder, I’m begging you!”

Remus groaned in a deep, husky voice and he thrust into you heavily, slowly but surely overcoming his anxiety of giving you more than you could take. 

“Nngh!” You gripped the sheets quite tightly as Remus finally pushed hard enough into you that you were pressed into the bed slightly.

“Yes…?” Remus bleated out, now barely holding back. 

“Yes!” you replied, encouraging him on.

“Fuck, Lovely!” Remus growled fiercely as he sank his cock deep inside of your pussy.  He glanced down to see your perfect little cunt all spread out on his cock, and he moaned lowly, “Godric, you take me so well."

“I – Ah, ah!” Your answer was lost for a moment as Remus didn’t quite give you a chance to reply, for he was building up a rather punishing rhythm as he thrust into you repeatedly.  But you managed to pant out, “Y-Yes! Ah…!”

“Yes, you do,” Remus whispered adoringly to you. But his kind whisper was followed by yet another growl as he buried his cock back into your tight little hole. He growled lowly, “So take it, Lovely, fucking take my cock, take it inside this tight little cunt of yours, mmm…!”  

“Ah, shit, Remus! Uhn!” you blurted out loudly, as Remus began to properly rut into you from behind.  He was gripping your ass quite tightly, whether he realized it or not, and his cock was pushing in and pulling out of you in hard, heavy strokes, plunging deep into you each time, and every time, there was that incessant little yank pulling your head back, and as your cries became more and more heated, they became long, raspy, drawn-out moans, and you thought you sounded rather – well, like too much, only you were too far gone to care.  You started to slump over, and Remus’ hand fell from your hair and onto your neck, and he squeezed the back of your neck and inadvertently pushed you down back onto the pillow and you moaned and moaned into your pillow.  You were so, so wet.  You could feel yourself dripping all down your thighs, and still, Remus was pushing, pushing, pushing, and it was just so, so much, and so, so wonderful.

“Getting so wet, Lovely,” Remus breathed out. “Mm, good girl, cumming all over me like that, yes...”

Oh… Even as your mind spiraled into that realm of completely thoughtless pleasure, so that you were reduced to only letting out ruined moans, your mind melted very sweetly indeed when you heard Remus praise you like that.

Meanwhile, Remus was thinking, Mm, Lovely getting all wet… Gods, how she used to affect me… On those nights where we would lie together and look up at the stars, only to sneak an innocent kiss or touch here or there, only I would catch her scent the entire time, her wetness growing between her thighs… How it used to make me ravenous… Remus closed his eyes and pounded into you harder. And her heat… There was such a spark between us whenever we touched… That electricity would make every atom of my body shiver… It would awaken the wolf too… I could hear Lovely’s heart racing far too quickly for such an innocent situation, and I could sense the goosebumps rising along her soft skin, and I would wonder endlessly whether it was because she liked me or because she was scared of me… Remus gritted his teeth and worked his hips into you, loving you, feeling you, claiming you, as he had never allowed himself to do in his youth.

How you made me ache, Lovely, Remus moaned out his grievances in his mind. Your bright eyes followed me everywhere, and even more so in your absence. You haunted me more incessantly than any unearthly spirit could have. Although I knew in my mind that I was responsible for your absence, and my soul grew tired of missing you, my heart was perpetually confused, asking, “Where are you, where are you, where are you – my Lovely?”

Such an intense sense of relief, gratitude, and love arose inside of Remus, and he suddenly felt tireless because he was with you again. Somehow, he’d had the incredible fortune of meeting you again and having you back in the same lifetime as the lifetime in which he’d allowed himself to lose you.

Godric, Remus thought, I had a million reasons to let you go, all out of love, but I must admit I feel regret when I think of how I could have had you like this, Lovely - aching and shaking and crying so beautifully, and sitting in my lap and pushing your hands against my chest and calling me ‘home’ so certainly – all this time, and I didn’t. I didn’t. Merlin, I missed you. I’ve missed you so much.

This entire time, Remus had been so lovingly, but rather intensely, been claiming you as yours. At this point, you honestly weren’t aware of much of anything anymore, except for Remus and his body pressed up incredibly close to yours, while his cock rammed into your pussy again and again, pushing you once more to that place where infinite pleasure crashed into unbearable tension.

“Ahhh - !” you cried out, and then your cry broke off abruptly and you let out a softer, breathier, “Hnngh…!”

Remus kept leaning forward unconsciously, and what he was really doing was finding the perfect angle to thrust into you, to make sure that you were taking every single inch of him in your perfect little cunt with each stroke.  He was groaning deeply with each stroke, too, and you could feel him moaning into your hair.  For a moment, as the intense sense of pleasure overwhelmed you both, you felt Remus’ hands fumble all over your back.  Then, after a moment of hard, panting breaths, and more cum dripping down your legs, Remus’ hands finally found your shoulders.  He held onto you tightly and held you in place as he thrust into you furiously again.

“Uhhhh…!” A low, aching moan left your lips, and you clutched at the sheets with all your might, leaving fingertip marks on your palms through the thin sheets. You’re telling me that there’s no wolf at all in this? you whimpered in your head, as Remus took you roughly from behind, and now he was tugging at your shoulders with each thrust, so that you wouldn’t shift away from him, not even an inch, as he pounded into your tight hole and chased relief inside of you. 

“U-Uh, uh, uh!” Your moans were no longer soft and cute, but low, raspy, and aching.  Oh God, after all this, I need him to finish inside me, you found yourself thinking. As that tense coil began to twist quite unforgivingly in your tummy, you let go of the sheets and resorted to grabbing onto your own knees. Need him to soothe me with his cum. Yes, fill me up, please, please, please!

“Please what?” Remus growled at you. He didn’t mean to growl, but he was quite close to cumming, but you were blabbering your head off, going “please, please, please” and Remus had no idea why.  Then, Remus heard you choke out, “P-Please – uhn – c-cum in m-me!”

Remus moaned hard in your ear. No, not this again. Shit, what’s she doing, saying something so risky? Doesn’t she already know that that’s what I was thinking of? That that’s what every bit of me wants to do is cum as deep in her as possible, make her full of me, and not let her move even an inch until I’m done making her irrefutably mine? She doesn't need to beg for it, I'd give it to her in a heartbeat, but I can’t, I just can’t and –

“Remus! Please!” you cried out desperately, and the ache in your voice told Remus very plainly that you truly, deeply needed him to cum in you, to fill your pussy up with him.

“I – I c-can’t – Fuck!” With a low, desperate growl, Remus ripped away from you. You felt his cum splatter all over your ass and your thighs. 

Remus collapsed onto the bed.  You both lay there, panting your heads off, with both of your hearts thundering in your chests.

But you were determined to have at least some of his cum. Ignoring your shaking thighs, you crawled over to him and, taking his cock in your greedy little hands, you wrapped your lips around his cock, took a deep breath, and then shoved your head down his length –

“Uhn!” Shocked and already overstimulated and sensitive, Remus’ hands flew to your head.  “Wha - ? Lovely!”

You hastily sat up. “S-Sorry! I didn’t – um - ”

Remus blinked furiously at you, and that stupid curl of his flopped out onto his sweaty forehead.

“I – I just wanted to taste you,” you said, a bit lamely.

Remus stared at you, with his face a brilliant shade of pink.

“Sorry,” you repeated.

Remus simply shook his head and flopped back onto the bed, entirely defeated by you.  His cock throbbed as he finally softened, but in fact, he was already struggling not to want to take you again, because you’d put that damned sinful image of you putting your heavenly little mouth on his cock all over again.

You carefully inched over to Remus’ side.  Brushing back his curl from his forehead, you said sweetly, “Erm - sorry about that. But, uh, well... And how are you?”

At this, Remus couldn’t help but let out a little chuckle. He wrapped his arm around your waist and said, “I’m fine. I'm sorry if I startled you, too.”

“Just fine?”

“All right, better than fine.”

“It was nice, wasn’t it, to pull at my hair a little?” you checked in.

Remus looked up at you, and taking in how bright your eyes were and how happy you looked, he admitted, “Yes, as it turns out, I didn’t mind it at all.”

“And, as it turns out,” you said airily, “you do like me in doggy, all bent over for – mmpfh!”

Remus had reached up and clamped his hand over your mouth. “Shush now, and please let me get a minute of rest before you go riling me up all over again.”

You kissed his palm softly. "Sorry," you whispered.

“Come here,” Remus said, and he drew you down onto the bed with him.  You nestled into his side.

You counted in your head to sixty before you blurted out, “So, may I take it that you do think of cumming in me from time to time? Because I really want it, you know.  I mean, I think you do know that I’d like you to cum in me, since I plead for it every time, but just in case there was any question about it - ”

Remus abruptly sat up and, pinning your wrists down to the bed, he said, in a rather raspy voice, “Lovely, if you ever plan on getting out of this bed tonight, you’d best stop talking such nonsense. Else, I’ll be having you all night, until you’re entirely full of me, and I won’t let you go a second beforehand.”

Your mouth fell open at this sudden proclamation. “O-Oh…” 

Remus, too, blinked in surprise at himself.  His grasp on your wrists instantly softened and he immediately backtracked. “Sorry, that came out - ” Flustered, Remus reached up and touched his hair as he mumbled, “I didn’t intend to sound quite so – so - ” He stopped talking when he felt your hands creep up across his chest.  Then, hugging Remus across his chest, you slowly brought him down so that he was lying on top of you. “Lovely, wha - ?”

“Just one second,” you murmured soothingly to him.

Remus quickly put his hands out to make sure he wasn’t putting all of his weight on you, and then he stayed still, very confused, while you seemed to put your head against his chest and hug him tightly.

You closed your eyes and focused on the feeling of his chest going up and down and of the sound of his heart thumping away.  But there was something else too – that low rasp, that slight growl grating at the ends of some of his words tonight.  Yes, this low, raspy thrumming in his chest… I swear I only hear it when it’s the time of the full moon.  But perhaps I’m only imagining it.  Hm…

“Really, what are you doing?” Remus wondered. 

“I’m listening for a growl,” you murmured, half-playful and half-serious. “Y’know, a message from your wolf self, maybe.”

Remus sighed. “The growl - if there is a growl -  is just me, Lovely.”

“Oh?” You lifted your head and looked up at him. “Is that so? You’re the growl? Remus John Lupin?”

Remus leaned down and touched his nose to yours. In a soft, gentle voice, he promised, “Yes, sweetheart.”

“But you’re not normally like that in public,” you pointed out. “You’re so gentle, even when you’re chastising Harry for risking his life or stopping Sirius from escaping for the five-hundred-and-eleventh time.”

“Well, that’s because – it’s simply - ” Remus sighed. His ears and cheeks tinged pink, as he finally admitted, “So, I get a little wanting when I’m with you.  Maybe I feel a little protective over you, possibly a bit – er – possessive.  And it makes me do certain things I normally wouldn’t otherwise.” He looked at you a bit abashedly, with quite soft and almost ashamed eyes, as he said to you, “Do you have to go so far in pointing it out?”

“Ah. So that’s what it is.” You laughed a little, though in your mind you thought, Well, but I heard you growl at the Order conference today, too, so it can't just be that. But never mind, it's not important. So, you settled for teasing him, saying, “You must really like me, Rem, to sound so protective with me.”

“Mhm,” Remus said. “I’m glad you finally understand.”  Still slightly embarrassed, he added, “So, please, enough of this ‘wolf’ talk, all right?”

“Yes, yes,” you agreed easily. “Enough of the ‘wolf’ talk.” Then, you tugged gently at his shoulders and you pleaded softly, “If you really feel that way about me, then please kiss me, Remus.”

Remus acquiesced, leaning in to kiss you softly and gently.

You sighed with pleasure, and you hugged Remus tighter, ever so happy that you could be with him in all ways, whether endlessly gentle or just that bit more adventurous.

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After a few minutes of cuddling together, however, you made Remus take a warm shower.  You were determined to chase out any lingering effect from the dementors tonight.  While Remus washed up, you went down to the kitchen to fetch hot chocolate, biscuits, and of course, pears.  Once back in the room, you turned on some quiet jazz on the record player and then, with a flick of your wand, you conjured up an image of the swirling universe onto the ceiling.

When Remus came out, you towel-dried his hair for him, despite his weak protests that he could just dry himself off with magic.

“You could,” you agreed. “But that’s hardly the point."

Remus sipped his hot chocolate, and you felt him instantly let out some of the tension in his shoulders.  A moment later, he began humming along with the music. You smiled and you slipped your arms around Remus from behind and you laid your head on his back.

“You didn’t have to do all this, Lovely,” Remus said, even though he was staring up at the swirling stars with a look of great happiness.

You slipped your chin onto his shoulder and, hugging him from behind, you murmured, “Still, it’s nice, isn’t it? The dementors were really just an excuse to have a nice night with you.”

“We always have nice nights,” Remus said, protesting a little.

You laughed. “Yes, that’s true.  I didn’t mean otherwise.  But we haven’t done anything like this in a long time, you know?  And we used to always be like this.”

“That’s right,” Remus murmured. “Tucked away somewhere, with our pears and chocolates, and our books and music, and the stars…”

“And with you,” you said softly. “Always with you.”

You leaned forward and rested your cheek against his shoulder as you murmured, "Besides, I asked you for a date tonight before you left, and I wanted to deliver.”

Remus smiled softly. “You did, Lovely." In his heart, a whispering, shy voice revealed, This is all so wonderful. This is all I ever want. This is what I wish my life to be - no war, no illnesses, no fear - just this soft, dreamy space full of light and magic, this energy that comes from Lovely. Remus couldn't quite find it within him to say all this aloud, but he did say, "If we ever find a place of our own, we should make sure it has a small hideaway.”

“That’s a given,” you replied, smiling.

Remus turned his head. Knowing what he wanted, you leaned forward a little to meet his kiss.

“Mmm,” you moaned softly against his lips. “Yes… Please…”

Remus paused to ask, “Please what? You keep saying ‘please,’ Lovely, and I wish you’d tell me what for.” For he wanted to give you whatever it was that you desired, and for that, he needed to understand what exactly you were asking for.

You mumbled lightly against his lips, “Just… please… please everything.” You sighed happily as you told him, “I want everything with you.”

Remus wrapped his arms around you and he pulled you into a tight embrace, and, turning his head slightly, he caught your lips in a deep, loving kiss, that told you quite plainly that he shared that plain, yet infinite desire with you.  

[nosferatufaggot]

I just finished reading The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde and I have only one thing to (publicly) say.

At once point towards the end Jekyll says "I had but to drink from the cup, to doff at once the body of the noted professor, and to assume, like a thick cloak, that of Edward Hyde." And do you know what I instantly thought of upon reading that? In Night of the Doctor when Eight says "Physician heal thyself" and then drinks from the cup that transforms him from Eight into the War Doctor. THE Doctor who famously acted outside the name of the Doctor.

BUT THAT'S NOT ALL! If I thought this was simply a coincidence I wouldn't make this into a post. No. Who wrote Night of the Doctor? That's right, Steven Moffat did. Steven Moffat, the same man who worked many Sherlock references into Doctor Who because he was also writing for BBC's Sherlock. But hold on a moment. What's another show he's written and worked on?

I DON'T THINK THIS IS A COINCIDENCE! Nay, I believe this to be a parallel!!!!!!! The TV Movie gave us parallels between Eight and Frankenstein, Night of the Doctor gave us parallels between Eight and Dr. Jekyll, and BOTH gave us parallels between Eight and the flipping Bible.

[roxannepolice]

The flip side of not understanding how a character can be "great, just poorly written" is not understanding how you can "ruin a character" if the story works. Like, the personality is the thing that can get me obsessed with a character in a good story, but can't get me to dislike them, just as it can't get me to like them if the story is bad.

I will never say Simm!Master was ooc in s10, the most ooc thing he did was not fucking off the moment he could instead of hanging around to let Twelve give a speech. I do think giving the Master a redemption arc is a bad, bad, bad idea, and I actually have enough faith in Moffat to believe he only went with it expecting the character to have a longish break. Just as I'm pretty sure Chibnall went with SOMEHOW the Master destroyed Gallifrey believing he's going to get on with brand new lore that got aborted because of backlash and pandemic, which in turn maybe, just maybe would make a character who lies everywhere they go to gain more power going on a revenge against bUiLDinG a cIVilIzaTioN oN a LiE (congratulations, religion is society worshipping itself, Durkheim pointed it out a century ago).

So yeah, I don't give a fuck if RTD makes the Rani into a different kind of bitchy scientist than she was in the 80s.

[biscuits-of-bagend]

Rankings and ratings stress me a bit so here's my quickfire thoughts on each episode of New New Who, including the specials because why not:

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The Star Beast - A fun romp! I love that RTD has no truck with subtlety. Queer kids, you are welcome in all of time and space 💙💙

Wild Blue Yonder - not sure I found it quite as scary as they were going for but I loved the concept and the captain

The Giggle - Take a flipping bow NPH! From some the TV stuff would feel patronising but for some reason I trust RTD

The Church on Ruby Road - Goblins!! Would have liked more goblins. Terrified of singing that song somewhere inappropriate by accident

Space Babies - See problem, fix problem, be kind. Absolutely loved this. Also cool stuff about stories and identity!

The Devil's Chord - Bit messy but this episode just had such high charisma. Loved the song again and freaking Johannes Radebe cameo!

Boom - Tense as hell. Still find Moffat a wee bit Edgy but he made some great points about the military industrial complex and the Doctor was stuck on a landmine when he was a bit simplistic about faith so I'll let him off with that

73 Yards - Also super tense! Maybe doesn't quite hold up to logical scrutiny but in the moment I was so in it and am confident I would be again

Dot and Bubble - I feel kind of grateful for being shown how many racial microaggressions I can miss as a white person, was also very funny

Rogue - I've never enjoyed Doctor romance so much in my entire life. Rogue rediscovered life and purpose and became a fucking hero💙💙💖

The Legend of Ruby Sunday/Empire of Death - aww RTD you big softie you 🥲 Plot threads trailing all over the place but I am so here for where he went with it

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Can't wait for Christmas! Until then I've got Classics to get back to. They've been up on iPlayer since November and I've only made it to Season 5 😂

[gaylordlady]

Watching Boom and then immediately watching the final episode of Fallout feels so right? Like, both have such strong anti-capitalism messages about war and warfare in the future.

Spoilers below cut for Fallout 1x08 and Doctor Who 1x03

"Flashy lights play well in a show room. Modern warfare. Death by salesman." - The Doctor to Ruby.

And then hearing...

"Because, in our current societal configuration, which took shape without intentional guidance, we have friction [...] we have conflict, and we have war. And war? Well, war never changes."

While businessmen and women discuss experiments on people, all in the name of "creating a good society"? Making 122 vaults, many of which actively existed to see how fucked up they could make people behave.

And throughout Boom, there is constantly a "Thoughts and prayers" quote being said (which is the go to response for people in need, in wars, or in active hostile environments), a company literally making soldiers kill each other? (Which happened in vault 11)

Both of these shows are being streamed on massive corporations, DW on Disney+, which generated 8.4 BILLION last year (only increasing since it's initial launch, as it has removed many shows and movies from other sites). And Fallout on Amazon Prime, which had gotten 35.22 BILLION in revenue last year, as well has being known (practically globally) as a company that uses and abuses it's workers, but has made itself such a staple in so many places, that it is physically impossible to not support them in some way, and some can only use them.

But Doctor Who has always been a show about anti-war and anti-capitalism. To have such a show go to the hand of one of the biggest mega corporations is such a shame, it is incredible that they can have Moffat come back and basically flip the house of mouse off and shit in their toilet all while getting paid, and have that approved? awesome.

Fallout has always been about how war is horrible, and how fucked up humans are, giving a rare glimmer of hope towards something attainable, and Amazon Prime taking this media and making it a show? All while ignoring what the message is? Incredible. Perfect.

[being-of-rain]

I thought I'd continue my usual trend of writing my thoughts down on new Doctor Who episodes, by talking about The Star Beast. As usual, I set out to write something quick and concise, but the Wrarth Warriors busted down my door and told me that I legally couldn't.

Apparently I still have the impulse to describe Doctor Who episodes as 'fun', but by and large it's a fun show! And a fun episode! Even if I'm not as obsessed with him as a lot of fans, RTD has a charm which it's hard not to enjoy, especially with lots of little jokes and bits of physical comedy (I love little bits of physical comedy). And it's a funny episode, I was laughing from the moment the Doctor picked up a box, saw Donna, and put the box back again. Well that's not true, I was laughing from the moment I saw David Tennant just standing in green screen space like he was about to tell me the exciting new direction he intended to take the company. I'm glad everyone else seems to find that as funny as I did.

Another word I could use to describe the episode is a bit surreal. Having Beep the Meep and the Wrarth Warriors on screen was a little surreal, but strangely I found it even more so that the Doctor was walking around not knowing who Beep the Meep was. I mean obviously that was always going to be the case, but all Doctor Who mediums just live together inside my head and it was just weird to see him not recognise an iconic enemy. Maybe that was just me. Oh but Beep and the Warriors looked fantastic! It's hard to believe they're all physical effects! I really wasn't too interested in the UNIT gunfight that didn't really do much for the story, but if the new big budget lets aliens look that good then I'm fine with it. Other slightly surreal or strange things involved finally watching Doctor Who again after more than a year's break, watching it on Disney Plus rather than Australia's ABC channel, and seeing Ruth Madeley on-screen as UNIT's scientific advisor when she's also playing a companion of the Sixth Doctor in the audios at the moment.

Oh and, of course, having the Tenth Doctor and Donna back on-screen, and the TV show doing what fanfiction writers have been doing for 15 years. That was really surreal. I definitely like the two of them, but I don't have the same rampant nostalgia for their time on the show like lots of people do. I'm glad lots of people are enjoying the nostalgia aspect, but I'm also glad this is a mini-series rather than a full one. And already there's some aspects back of RTD's writing which I'm not super fond of- like conclusions that try to use technobabble and music-swelling emotional moments to smooth over the fact that some things are just happening without much cause or set-up. RTD's usually pretty good at that too- that's how the whole DoctorDonna thing started in the first place, after all- so Donna and Rose just 'letting go' of the metacrisis did feel like it fell unusually flat. Especially with it being paired with a 'women are better than men' moment which felt more like something from a Moffat script (I say this as a fan of both these writers).

Okay, that was just me trying to get all of my negatives out of the way! On the flip side, Rose inheriting the metacrisis and saving the day was a wonderful revelation, and I love that daughter/mother and loving family relationships were so important on the whole. Seeing Sylvia stumble with pronouns but still try was so lovely, as was Donna being so aggressively supportive of her daughter. And Shaun was a small role but so hilarious.

The chat outside the Tardis was great too, with Shaun dunking on the Doctor, and Donna being genre-savvy enough to stop her daughter getting into the Tardis but not enough to save herself. The new Tardis itself was a little empty to me (I'll always prefer more homely interiors) but was still extremely cool. All I want is for the show to come up with excuses for creative ways to use the mood lights. And I couldn't imagine a better ending to the episode than the console exploding because Donna spilt coffee on it, 10/10 no notes.

I know basically nothing about the next episode, and it seems that's the case for most people, so I'm terribly excited about it! It seems potentially scary spooky 👀 I'm so here for that

[akajustmerry]

you think RTD who is boring?

not... Boring but repetitive? conventional? yeah. every RTD finale back in the day was just Russell flipping a coin like "will it be Nazi tin cans or the Doctor's ex boyfriend?" and there's nothing wrong with that, necessarily. They're still written well. I just personally don't find Russell's dedication to invoking traditional Who that interesting. The ideas are stale to me, but the quality of his writing saves it. Whereas with Moffat I feel like the ideas underpinning everything were really compelling and had a nice balance of new/familiar, but Moffat isn't a good writer when it comes to characters and conventions. Which is why, in my mind, if you combined the two styles I'd be happy as Larry.

[leikeliscomet]

Who's Afraid of Tenmartha?

Chapter 1 - She Loves Me, He Loves Me Not

Doctor Who’s representation of love and sex has changed throughout its run, for better and for worse. 60s Who had a wide range of companions following the asexual, weirdo Doctor in mostly platonic dynamics. 70s and 80s who kept this but with a shift to predominantly younger female companions and slightly skimpier outfits but still maintained ‘no hanky panky in the TARDIS’. The controversial Eighth Doctor kiss however would mark the shift of the Doctor’s sexuality. Nuwho, specifically RTD1 and Moffat Who wanted the Doctor to be a sex symbol of sorts with everyone and their grandma (literally in Fifteen’s case) failing to resist the Time Lord charm, Martha included. Alongside Doctor Who’s predominantly white casting, its canon Doctor ships minus the very recent Thasmin and FifteenRogue, fall into the mainstream view of acceptable romance. In mainstream romance, the ideal couple is cis, heterosexual, monogamous and white; a white cishet man and a white cishet woman. The man is brave, smart, funny and caring. The woman is kind, beautiful, gentle and feminine. We might get a remix where the man is harsh and cruel or the woman is a fixer-upper in need of a good ol’ makeover but either way, the dynamic will end in the same way - the ideal (white) masculine man and the ideal (white) feminine woman. The Doctor and River Song. The Doctor and Rose. The Doctor and Clara. An acceptably white masculine man with his white acceptably feminine woman. Despite the Doctor being non-binary and genderfluid, being able to take on any appearance, the Tenth doctor presents and is viewed as a white man by show and fandom. And Martha Jones is a human Black woman. This plays a key role in talking Tenmartha because it doesn’t exist in a vacuum in the social perception of interracial ships, specifically m/f where the woman is Black.

Whether you ship Tenmartha or not, they have romantic coded scenes throughout series 3. Smith and Jones is filled with double entendres such as Ten asking Martha if she wants to go out, Martha asking if Ten has a partner plus his offence to the question and the classic ‘genetic transfer’ which conveniently couldn’t be anywhere else but on Martha’s lips. This romantic subtext is pushed further in The Shakespeare Code, having Ten and Martha share a bed. Martha says she loves the Doctor romantically on several occasions. Ten holds Martha’s knickers. He swears up and down ‘one trip’ yet keeps Martha along for the whole series. In her return in series 4, The Sontaran Stratagem, Ten would get jealous when he realised Martha was engaged. RTD even made a scrapped scene where Ten was supposed to undress in front of Martha. It’s set up like a 2000s romcom. Will they? Won’t they? BWWM (Black-Woman-White-Man) is one of the few times where Black women are viewed as the object of desire in this dynamic, the one worth fighting for, the one the man will fight and give his life to defend. Why BWWM rose to popularity in the 2010s and why there’s a mini comeback right now could range from many reasons from wanting to push back on the desexualisation of Black women and the idea of the unlovable single Black woman, colourism and violence in the depiction of Black Love or even the divest movement but either way, I understand the appeal. In Tenmartha’s case, this is the only time in the show’s history that flips the script of the acceptable romance with a Black woman as the companion. The desirable companion is a Black woman. The love interest is a Black woman. The ideal woman is a Black woman.

Fandom’s hatred of BWWM (Black-Woman-White-Man) is nothing new. From the hate towards Candice Patton on The Flash, the outrage of Tom Holland’s Spiderman dating an MJ played by Zendaya, the anger of a Black Annabeth dating beloved Percy Jackson, the harassment of Francesca Amewudah-Rivers for playing Juliet to the most recent takes on how SydCarmy of The Bear is a threat to the sanctum of platonic m/f. Hell, even I remember my first SydCarmy moment when I used to be a RWBY stan (don’t judge me!). There were plenty of posts about how teen assassins Emerald and Mercury were so brother and sister coded and they couldn’t be romantic at all, despite Ren and Nora having similar playful dynamics but getting seen as romantic from the jump. I don’t know what siblings tell the other ‘you want me’ in their debut episode, but good luck to them. No matter what show, BWWM is almost always rejected by fandom because it essentially threatens the ‘ideal’, white cisheterosexual romance. The ideal man can be white but the ideal woman must never be Black.

How race plays a role in romance and sex creates two specific tropes of Black women; the Mammy and the Jezebel. The former as a form of desexualisation, the latter as sexualisation. The Mammy is undesirable, unworthy and unloveable. Her purpose is to serve the needs of white families whilst having no needs of her own. The Jezebel is animalistic, promiscuous and ravenous. Her purpose is to provide sexual pleasure to white men whether she wants to or not. These tropes have been rebranded through TV and film. Whilst not as jarring as decades ago, the function remains the same in tropes like the new and improved disposable Black girlfriend trope. Martha fits the criteria because she’s consistently the exception. Unlike Rose, Martha’s attraction to Ten was treated as a flaw in the show and fandom and something she needed to overcome. In a show where love conquers all, Martha’s love is the one that needs conquering. Martha’s romantic attraction to Ten is her main storyline, with constant confessions of her love in secret to her ending her arc by moving on from her crush. Martha’s sexual attraction to Ten is also seen as a flaw and actively demonised in fandom. Martha flirts with Ten in Smith and Jones but stops when Ten is uncomfortable, but fandom interprets Martha as sexually pushing herself onto him, even though she stopped and respected his boundaries. This view is a rebranded Jezebel trope. Black women’s sexuality is a coin toss between the Jezebel and the Mammy. It’s either perverted, animalistic and uncontrollable or it doesn't and can’t exist at all. Amy, Clara, Rose, River, Jack and many, many more all thirst over the Doctor, but Martha is uniquely ‘aggressive’ in her attraction. There’s also no comment in fandom about Ten’s own behaviour like holding her knickers and kissing her because in this context, deviant Black sexuality is the opposite of the pure, noble white sexuality. Ten’s romantic and sexual moments are accidents, naivety, but Martha’s are lustful, calculated. Whilst Martha’s story is about moving on, finding her independence and strength plus it being a very relatable storyline to me personally, it’s common for romantic and sexual narratives to push the idea of the independent Black woman, that Black women don’t need to be involved in romantic storylines. Whilst mainstream feminist criticisms have rightfully criticised the heteronormative ideals of women ‘needing’ to be partnered with men, there’s been a lack of analysis of how Black women are excluded from romantic narratives to begin with. As I’ll go into way more detail, the exclusion of Black women from romantic and sexual pairings isn’t done in the name of Black asexuality and Black aromanticism either but more so a form of desexualisation to reaffirm that Black women are undesirable in a society where desirability is currency. The Doctor can love anyone, but not Martha Jones. The Doctor can also fuck everyone but Martha apparently. Martha’s perception represents the sexualisation and desexualisation of Black women. She’s sexual but cannot be sexual. She’s attractive but can't be attracted.

That being said BWWM isn’t the fix-all solution for the colourism and misogyny within the Black dating scene. White men and non-Black men of colour can still and do perpetrate the same misogynoir towards Black women. Dating and sexing aren’t allyship. If Ten constantly takes his Rose angst by comparing Martha with her, dismissing the risk of racism when time travelling and overall not appreciating her till she left, then is this really flipping the ‘ideal’ romance or just continuing how Black women are seen as undesirable and put in romantic dynamics that don’t serve us? Tenmartha flips the script of acceptable romance positively, but also negatively. Ten affirms Martha’s a one-trip companion but strings her long for more. He brings up Rose and takes Martha to New New York just as he did for her. Even Simm!Master giggles at Martha being lesser than Rose and calls her useless in The Last of the Timelords. Martha’s treated as a rebound, rather than an ideal love interest. Tenmartha’s story ends with the two going separate ways and moving on with Ten ‘returning’ to his ideal, which the script tells us is Rose Tyler. The Tenmartha split isn’t treated like a great tragedy like the Tentoo incident either, but rather a natural conclusion. The narrative by RTD tells us they just weren’t meant to be, despite also insinuating that they could’ve been in another lifetime.

On the other side of the pond, some fans have swapped Doctor Who m/f for f/f and headcanon Martha as a lesbian, specifically for Rose. Rosemartha posts love to go on about how Martha and Rose shouldn't be pit against each other but making out instead. Don't try to fuck the Tenth Doctor Martha you silly billy, just fuck Rose instead! Despite Martha being compared to Rose, put down for Rose, attacked by the fandom for Rose, her being shipped with Rose is supposed to be the consolation prize and many white fans seem oblivious to how from a Black woman’s perspective this can be backhanded. The Rose in Rosemartha is doing the heavy lifting because the main crutch seems to be centred around Martha loving Rose along with Ten, moving on from Ten’s Rose comparisons to date Rose or Rose being the reason she heals. Not just Rose and Martha, but any disproportionate dynamic between white and Black characters, or Black and white women is met with the shallow and jarring ‘stop pitting women against each other!1’ which conflates the antiblackness from white women and Black women’s self-defence as the same. In this case, Doctor Who stans conflate the anti-black racism of Rose stans with a few mean posts from Martha’s. The rise of ‘just make them kiss’ correlates with this as it’s common for racist and misogynist memes to be ‘yurified’ by taking the bigot or ‘ideal’ woman and shipping them with the marginalised or ‘lesser’ woman in the caricature romantically and/or sexually. In this case, Rosemartha is the attempt to fix the misogyny towards Martha and Rose by making them a romantic pairing. Whilst this isn’t inherently wrong, I’m very much anti-Rosemartha and I’m standing ten toes down on that. It worries and angers me when people see the dehumanisation of Black women to uplift a white woman and start yelling ‘toxic yuri’ instead of addressing the misogynoir that’s right in front of them. Society is sexually entitled to the bodies of Black women due to a mix of antiblackness, misogyny and compulsory sexuality, but hates us all the same. From the backlash I’ve gotten from white sapphic Rose stans and the racism of sapphic fandom, it confirms the idea a lot of BWWW (Black-Woman-White-Woman) seems to be in favour of the white sapphic more than the Black sapphic. Martha is Rose’s love interest, Rose’s girlfriend and a great character… because of Rose. How convenient.

Not just in white sapphic community but white queer community as a whole still doesn’t understand that their frameworks of queerness centre the white experience. What may be liberating and progressive for them can be dehumanising and detrimental to Black queer people. Martha’s doubt of herself and comparisons to Rose plus fandom’s rejection of Martha as a lesser companion compared to her acts as a mirror to how misogynoir affects Black women in terms of beauty standards and self-worth, even if RTD1’s subxtext was accidental. Even Martha’s dad left her mum for the young and blonde Annalise. Many people don’t see the degradation of Black women to uplift white women as a red flag because the dehumanisation of Black women is fully normalised in a society that is as anti-black as it is patriarchal. Black women’s admiration of white womanhood isn’t because every single Black woman is sapphic, but because we’re conditioned to see white womanhood as something to aspire to and Black womanhood as something to be ashamed of. Cute noses are small noses. Nice eyes are blue eyes. Pretty lips are pink. Rosy cheeks are pink. Good pussy is pink. Good hair is straight hair. And straight hair is blonde. 

Despite being these things myself and being first in line for any Black lesbian and/or ace representation, I don’t see every lesbian or asexual headcanon on a Black woman as being in good faith. The idea that Martha’s a lesbian and the idea series 3 was about comphet, to me, seems like a side effect of the internet misusing terms. In this case, lesbian discourse can treat comphet as attraction to men then disliking it and not a systemic pressure on women to pursue romantic and sexual relationships with men. And yes I know about how lesbians force attraction to men, picking men and boys to crush on, trying relationships and sex with men to convince themselves but trust me you don’t need to tell me. Martha never gave lesbian to me because her attraction to men seems real. Martha‘s attraction to Ten doesn’t seem forced, she’s genuinely sexually and romantically attracted to him. Unlike Bill, there’s no external forces like her mum that pressure Martha into needing man. She has no issue rejecting them when she's genuinely not interested e.g. Shakespeare so the forced attraction angle doesn’t bang. She was also attracted to Riley from 42 or Professor Milligan but despite how nasty and evil and icky Tenmartha is and how the fandom is very much anti MarthaMickey, no one (including RTD for some reason) wants to put Martha with her canon (white) male love interests either. I don’t think that’s a coincidence. Martha’s attraction to men seems very much real, but I don’t think fandom wants it to be. And I think this absolutely stems from how we measure the (un)desirability of Black women.

The lesbian and asexual headcanons of cishet (coded) Black women never seem to translate into material support for canon Black lesbianism/sapphism and Black asexuality. Obviously we all love a bit of Bill Potts but when I’ve seen more lesbian Martha edits on the tl over Bill I scratch my head sometimes. There is only one darkskin Black girl who’s an aroace main character in TV/Film history and that is Selah Summers and yet most people in queer fandom, aspec or not have no idea who she is. Large chunks of sapphic fandom had no idea The Colour Purple was a sapphic film when it came out. Sapphic online communities are still shocked when Megan Thee Stallion and Doechii say they’re bisexual and they’re always missing in the so-called ‘sapphic renaissance’. All Black women are romantically undesirable, but no Black women are aromantic. All Black women are sexually undesirable but no Black women are asexual. All Black women attracted to white men are actually lesbians, but actual Black lesbians in question are invisible. I find it also very dodgy how rare the bisexual-Martha and pansexual-Martha headcanons are. Continued bisexual and pansexual erasure in fandom and the general erasure of Black bisexual and pansexual people from mainstream queer representation absolutely play a role here. This headcanon also means Martha could be attracted to women and still leave wiggle room for her canonical male love interests and potentially, Tenmartha. We can't be having that, can we?

How people navigate romance and sex can’t be separated from other systems that come into play and Doctor Who is no different. In the Mammy-Jezebel tightrope, Black women are either forced or excluded. Tenmartha can’t exist because Martha’s too undesirable or Tenmartha exists as in, Martha was the main instigator with her ‘aggressive’ flawed desires. These wider issues can’t be ignored and I argue that Tenmartha can’t be talked about in good faith unless we address misogynoir in how Martha is treated as a character but also how misogynoir shapes what we consider ‘acceptable’ romantic and sexual pairings. Whilst calls to keep Martha far from Ten are sometimes in good faith, as in, to ‘protect’ her from a pairing that harms her it can also come across as removing her as a potential candidate from the list of love interests for the Doctor and Doctor Who’s market place of desire, even if there are things she needs protecting from in the Tenmartha dynamic. Next, I have to ask, what are we trying to protect Martha from then?

<- Intro Chapter 2 ->

[khruschevshoe]

You know, I saw all the Orpheus and Eurydice web weaving posts for Clara and 12. I saw all of the Hadestown references on all of your posts. And yet none of that actually prepared me for watching Hell Bent and going oh. Oh shit.

Because I knew about the confession dial and what he does in Heaven Sent to get her back. I know the general plot of Hell Bent. I did not realize he literally shows up with a guitar at the beginning and end of it all. That he went to the underworld in Heaven Sent and comes out of the underworld in Hell Bent and manages not to look back but only because he's planning on never looking back. He's planning on wiping her mind and so instead she looks back and dooms him, wiping his mind, and he ends the entirety of their run playing his guitar into the desert to a ghost. He will never get her back because she looked back. She will forever haunt him because he succeeded and failed at the same time. Because she wrenched her agency out of the situation. And he doesn't remember her, she can't remember her, but he is haunted by her. He is LITERALLY PLAYING HER SONG at the end of it.

I finally understand why people are so obsessed with the twelveclara dynamic, and I would put at least fifty bucks on the idea that Steven Moffat looked at how the Ten/Donna subplot ended in Journey's End (Doctor and companion become a hybrid and the Doctor realizes that if he doesn't wipe her memories she'll die because she has too much Time Lord in her) and went how do I Orpheus/Eurydice this shit but flip the table as to who is Orpheus and who is Eurydice at the last second? Who gets to walk into hell and who gets to look back and who gets to be haunted? BOTH OF THEM. ALWAYS BOTH OF THEM. THEY WILL HAUNT EACH OTHER UNTIL THE END OF TIME ITSELF.

Now excuse me while I go scream into my pillow-

(Also, this all your fault, @twelvesbian, I hope you're happy.)

[who-canceled-roger-rabbit]

So I was just explaining to my parents the weird love triangle between the Eleventh Doctor and the Ponds, and I started to say that Amy's pushy advances on Eleven in "Flesh and Stone" would've probably been received a bit differently if you flipped the genders. Then I paused and said "on second thought, knowing Moffat, he probably wouldn't care"

[camcorderrevival]

(some unfinished notes on) VEILS + AMY + TWELVE.

two adjacent purposes of a veil. when worn, it obscures. when lifted, it marks realisation.

"the veil signifies the concealment of certain aspects of truth or of the deity. Guénon draws attention to the double meaning of the verb ‘to reveal’ (‘re-veil’), which may mean either to pull back the veil or to cover again with a veil." (a dictionary of symbols, cirlot, p359)

there is a third meaning in "the veil", as in the barrier between life/death, the real world/spirit world. which links to the movement from obscurity to clarity - reality and surreality.

both characters are tied to veils in some sense. amy, as a bride and then as part of her armour in the girl who waited - twelve, in deep breath and heaven sent. the moffat era is also particularly concerned with questions of reality and surreality - and how this might link to childhood and adulthood. of course, the veils of both characters are connected to these themes of fantasy + age.

veil one, amy's bridal veil. the marriage itself is frequently positioned as a marker of amy growing up and settling down so the veil is tied to age in that sense. a meaning more tied to the larger narrative, though, is that the veil marks her remembering the doctor. at no point in the scene is the veil ever covering her face, instead it's pulled back, she sees clearly. she calls something beyond reality back into existence.

this seemingly rails against the later logic of the show: that life with the doctor is fantasy and amy must choose reality. in the final act of "the big bang", it is life without eleven that seems incomplete and unreal, amy's life is unsettled and dreamlike for the absence. almost preempting s7 and flipping it on its head, the fairytale is the life in which amy is "happy mrs rory". the real universe is the one she demands shows its face.

veil two, amy's visor in "the girl who waited". it's part of her patchwork suit of armour and briefly conceals the fact that amy has grown old in the facility. the veil is removed, her age is revealed, eleven has failed her again.

having lost faith in the doctor, she has shed the fantasy of amelia pond in favour, or need, of "cold, hard reality". but not entirely. she still trusts him enough to help her younger self, her sword + armour cast her in the role of the knight (that the armour is a patchwork could call back to the tardis interior), and she carries a sonic screwdriver.

for two streams!amy, the veil has been lifted between herself and the doctor. she has stepped into his role of hero and sees him as the separate, ambivalent "voice of god". the fairytale of the girl who waited, and is always waiting, to be saved by the madman in the box is recast. amy saves herself and the only time the doctor sees her clearly in the episode is when he chooses to condemn her to death.

veil three, eleven's youth and twelve in deep breath. like how amy's visor hides her age, vastra claims that eleven's youth was a veil that twelve discards. and again, like how amy lifting her veil marks a distortion of the fairytale, twelve shakes off eleven's sun-soaked trickster god persona. not a total rejection, more a deconstruction. twelve is the magician, still "the man that stops the monsters."

veil four, heaven sent. "the veil" is a manifestation of a childhood fear relating to death+decomposition ("When I was a very little boy, there was an old lady who died. They covered her in veils, but it was a hot, sunny day, and the flies came. It gave me nightmares for years"). so the thing haunting him in the confession dial (other than clara) is at once youth+death. particularly the idea that decay is imperfectly covered up by veils.

[ i think my conclusion here is that, for this era, the removal of a veil signifies the distortion or ability to see beyond a fantasy. but does not act as a complete rejection of them. ]

[variousqueerthings]

i went and read through all the scorecards and commentary you’ve written so far, and i just have to comment that i think you’ll have a much better time rewatching twelve’s era - it’s got its own problems, of course, but it’s such a breath of fresh air. i think m*ffat actually took some of people’s biggest criticisms of s5-7 to heart - the hamfisted sexiness is toned way down, and he did away with the whole “the doctor is the center of the universe and the most specialest guy ever” angle almost entirely. honestly, i almost have a hard time believing both eras were written by the same person.

hahaaa thank you, and idk why the below got so long, when your ask was relatively simple, blame it on the hyperfixation!

I acknowledge I tend to write m*ffat (mainly because im not trying to put stuff in tags to be a buzzkill but also as a joke about censoring him), but I do think he got... better

in the sense that he was overall less sexist and more character-driven later on and seems to have really run with a lot of what people wanted set up in terms of genderbending Timelords and queer lead characters, although I am finding s6 has some really good stuff... not.... his episodes so much lol...... but I'm liking it more than s5 which runs contrary with my assumptions/memory of his era, which is pleasantly surprising

I don't think he's egregious in the way writers like, say, Joss Whedon were, I've not heard stories of him being an asshole on set (except for that one story about him throwing a hissyfit about not getting the horse through the mirror in GitF back in s2), which may just be me missing stuff, so can let me know, BUT... nothing I know of. and while he's said some... Highly Dubious Shit About Women Especially and also asexuality, I genuinely think he's been working on some of those biases and fucking nonsense

we went from the Doctor kissing a lesbian without her consent to Bill Potts (who has some flaws -- the fat joke I've been seeing mentioned on Tumbls, the somewhat off-centre flirtation with the one-night stand she doesn't get to have that seems more like it comes from girl-on-girl porn than like a way lesbians might speak with one another)

from writing Rants about the dullness of asexuality that assumed a cis- and heteronormative perspective of the Doctor (he's a bloke of course he'd want to have sex was a lot of the Vibes of it) to in a "confused but got some of the spirit" writing about how the Doctor wouldn't understand human definitions of sexuality and monogamous relationship structures (there's a post about that somewhere in the depths of my blog @fabiansociety made some excellent points)

from describing the original first casting for Amy as "wee and dumpy" to... well, actually can we have some clarification there sir, also the shit you said about Karen Gillen basically just being cast because she was hot (I'm not saying I am super Yay Moffat after all), but at least toning down the sexy sexy talk on the show from what you say!

also maybe a smallish thing, and idk how much power he had and and and, buuut I appreciate how he went from the way he talked in GiTF about how Reinette was "worthy" of the Doctor because she was cultured and educated and whatnot... when Rose is literally the companion of the season and semi-textually Created Ten (regardless of youknow, reads of the relationship and all that, definitely important to the narrative and the Doctor), to having Rose appear as The Bad Wolf in the 50th anniversary special... haunting the naaarrative baybey

and I remember feeling like "Missy" when introduced was just a rehash of River Song rehash of Irene Adler (or whatever way around those characters existed) but then Gomez is actually amazing as The Master, to the point that she's the Number One thing I remember from that era of the show

and he's not an asshole about trans people, which, low bar perhaps, but not in this flipping country, especially not saying so out loud, which, like... Doctor Who is a big deal in this country and RTD is obviously a big ol' queer who's been yelling from the rooftops from Day One, but to not just have it be him, to have a cultural institution firmly in our corner, it's good feeling-wise, and Moffat is a part of that too

and what you're saying, which I cannot quite remember the details of but will eventually reach, the pivot from how the Doctor is portrayed in the Eleven arc vs the Twelve arc, and what the core of that story is, and the glory of Capaldi!

the limitations of this praise then come in the fact that he was learning this stuff while running two of the biggest British institutions, a version of Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Who, and so the above Things that he was a dick about, alongside the mocking of fandom during Sherlock and the weird "queer but not queer" stuff with Sherlock/Watson (look, the fucking... BBC marketed it through the lens of a ship, and then there was a whole idk... campaign to make fandom seem weird and over-invested, and then of course Sherlock actually sucked as a show for so many reasons...) means that he's managed to be a prat in real time and it's meant that what should have been fun engagement in storytelling wasn't so much for many of us wincing through the shit he was saying and writing in his shows

... that time he was like "people are accusing me of being sexist, but I love strong, sexually confident women who can step on me, and having a dominatrix kink that I'm projecting onto my female characters onscreen is the opposite of sexism actually Check Mate" (that paraphrasing was mean, sorry not sorry, but also.... I could find the quote or just a handful of handy videos that have aaaaalll of the quotes... because they were happening.... in national newspapers and in interviews and panels and twitter and.... like.... not in private... there's more I'm vaguely remembering but not sure enough to just throw out there, so yeah... but he did not shut up!)

also I will never think he's a good writer so much as Very good at thinking up cool concepts that others might be able to run with or work with him on, and he should never ever be left to his own devices and encouraged to do whatever he wants (... Sherlock..... Jekyll.... from what I've heard, Inside Man....) AND I think generally and hope that RTD2 is going to be about heralding in the next gen of creators, including perhaps... a future showrunner who didn't grow up when Classic!Who was in its infancy (I don't mean that as a diss, I just mean that we've had three of those showrunners so far), and perchance isn't a cis man, because I think a lot of cool shit that could have been better might have been if moffat wasn't learning the ABC's of third wave feminism at the same time

Gosh and he's the least sexy writer I have ever come across... maybe not ever, but considering how confident he was being about allosexual alloromantic Doctor, that man is as sexy as getting slapped by a wet fish (unless you're into that, in which case insert something else here)

ALL OF THIS TO SAY... yeah, I'm excited for Twelve. and I'm enjoying Eleven more by watching the way I'm watching and being able to set criteria for worse and for better!