#story of all the doctors in this book

[j-august]

Amanda Foreman, Georgiana, Duchess of Devonshire

[clockworkouroboros]

okay no i’m not done talking about this (queer doctor who). the first companion from the edas series was canonically bisexual. hinted at as early as the second book and she had a girlfriend in a later one. these are actual doctor who stories with explicitly queer companions and characters in the late 90s. the second companion of the series is also bisexual. he’s in love with eight and says thinks like “I was engineered to love you, but with the doctor it’s the real thing,” and fantasizes about sleeping with the doctor, and muses that everyone must be in love with the doctor. the very next companion is aroace. eight is the first doctor to have his gender discussed in any meaningful way, and it’s all to highlight how genderqueer he is. this is one book series. the expanded universe is full of this shit!! this was thoughtful and deliberate queer representation in the fuckin 90s! and people are still eating up clara’s “is she/isn’t she?��� bisexuality. we have gotten better in the past and we deserve better now.

[fearandhatred]

damn we really don't think enough about the major world events that crowley and aziraphale have witnessed on both ends. all the horrible things like wars, discrimination, natural disasters, genocide, etc. yes but also all the good: liberation, major political reforms, the invention of new genres and materials and technology and fields of study.

like oh my god. they were there for all the centuries that women had no rights at all and then they got to witness the suffragettes, the women writers and royals and inventors and activists. they got to witness the overturning of anti-lgbtq and racial segregation laws and the celebration of human rights and identities. they were there to witness international tragedies but also the solidarity from everyone all over the world rallying for peace for people they don't even know. they got to see humans create new forms of art and fashion and the printing press and electricity and poetry and and and coloured television and music and they got to see humans constantly find new ways to find connection and love and fun and passion and their own forms of expression.

like imagine being there for everything. how could you not love the world after seeing the fall and rise of humanity over and over again in every way shape and form for six thousand years. holy shit

[best-enemies]

The Deca itself amazes me, but its fandom is on a whole other level. We have one canon source material (and a few other mentions scattered throughout the Whoniverse), but the fans have managed to tinker with it so much that fanon is actually more popular than canon and more wildly accepted. And I love y'all for it

[incorrect-bhaalspawn-quotes]

Novelization!Minsc: Hello, I’m Minsc. I work at a bar now. Here to help. Look, they gave me a badge with my name on it in case I forget it. Very helpful, as that does happen.

[aroaessidhe]

2024 reads / storygraph

The Principle of Moments

start of a scifi space opera series

a teen girl in the far future where humans are oppressed learns she has a destiny & a lost sister and escapes

and a young time traveler who’s given up trying to find his father through time, and is about to settle in 1812 with the prince he loves, but is unwillingly thrust into the future

they both learn their fates are entangled by a prophecy, and have to race across the galaxy, followed by a galactic emperor and the legacy of heroes from an ancient religion

[thedapperraven]

I love recommending my favourite books to people because it’s like yes, I will ramble uncontrollably at you about this book for the foreseeable future. Still interested? Fantastic, how are you with gore?

(It’s ’The Salt Grows Heavy’ by Cassandra Khaw, if anyone was wondering.)

[aerithisms]

lately i have been thinking about code name verity once again. what if we met on a world war 2 airfield and our friendship was forged in the fire of bombs and blood and death you invited me into your world in a whimsical scottish castle and i invited you into my world in the sky and you were an interrogator and you were almost chocked to death by a prisoner and i held you while you cried and in those fleeting moments in each other's arms everything was beautiful in spite of the horrors but then we crash landed in france and you got captured by the nazis and you thought i was dead and you told the story of our friendship to keep me alive in your head while you committed one final act of heroic self sacrifice and then you asked me to kill you via homoerotic code so you didn't have to get tortured to death and after i shot you the story you wrote about us was the only thing keeping you alive to me. and we were both girls.

[sleeplessdreamer14]

I’m just gonna say it; Moira would make a much better Dr. Frankenstein than Junkrat. If you’ve read Mary Shelley’s book, you know what I mean.

[variousqueerthings]

finished reading "tell me I'm worthless," which was an interesting experience. I think there's something really good for you in your soul to be able to understand the genre conventions you're in and the kinds of structures and language and character that can be explored in these genres. I think about how people tend to -- with fiction about marginalisation and/or about people who are marginalised as a blanket whole, regardless of the story -- operate on a checklist of dos and donts, but mainly donts: don't ever tell us a deadname, don't ever use these "problematic" words to describe them/or have them describe themselves in this way, don't ever describe negative emotions or "problematic" emotions, don't let the characters have harmful traits (either towards themselves or others), don't hurt your characters at all actually, don't make your characters politically uncomfortable or "problematically" complicated in their political outlook and/or journey, don't make your characters be assholes ever, certainly don't traumatise your characters, and under no circumstance do you kill your characters!

which of course, this book does praaaactically every one of these things, thank goodness

[corallapis]

<3

[kate-apologist]

after doing a literature review of 13's book era, i conclude: what the fuck?? what the fuck????? what do you mean only 3 official BBC line books, At Childhood's End, 2 anthologies and then whatever Doctor of Oz is. And like. That's it. Those are the novels. From 2018 to 2022 those are the 13th Doctor novels, compared to 10 and 11 whole dozens of novels, 12s 3 novels per season and a supplemental heaping of audios (and probably some other anthologies and such I don't know about) 13 gets 4 novels and 2 anthologies. 6 books (7 if you count Doctor of Oz which I kinda do but it's part of a weird line) for 3 seasons, 4 years of being the Doctor, I just...

jesus christ

i think i'm always going to be mad about how snubbed 13 got in literally every direction

[astranauticus]

Do mechanites cry?

[cameronmitchelljohn]

i opened ibispaint and didnt realize i did a drawinf last night and saw this and. i kind of fw it ?!?!?!?!?!

like how do half my nicest sketches come from when im half asleep 😞

[sweetestdumpling]

Extend your arm forward, control your breathing, pull back, contain your emotions.

It was simple instructions, ones she used to only think about in the moment, but forget the second her attention was grabbed by something else.

Even with the growing noise around her, she never stopped her movements, keeping her focus and breathing even. That is, until she felt a light tap of a finger on her thigh.

"Excuse me, Jiějiě..." It was the voice of a young girl. Almost immediately, Xiaoyu opened her eyes and got into a standing position before looking down at her with a smile.

"Yes?"

The girl looked nervous, but there was no need for her to be. Xiaoyu gave her time to gather her thoughts, which didn't take very long, before she held her hands out towards her with a shy smile.

"I made you some bracelets! It's a present...as a thank you for everything you've done, a-and helping me."

"For me? Ah, Xièxiè! You're so sweet!" Xiaoyu gently took one of the bracelets, holding it up to the sun. It was stitched together with orange yarn, and what seemed to be glitter sparkling in the sunlight.

"I know it's not...exactly the best and it...might be a little tight since I didn't know your size but I wanted to share something with you..."

The girl shyly looked down, perhaps embarrassed by her stitching, but Xiaoyu easily placed it on her wrist.

"Fits like a glove!"

The girl seemed to beam at that, Xiaoyu quickly grabbing the other one and holding it out for her to place her hand through. Once the girl realized this, she eagerly placed her hand through.

"Hehe, see? We match!"

The girl laughed, something Xiaoyu hasn't heard in a while. It felt good to see her happy again.

"If...If I make you anything else, will you wear it?"

"Of course! I want to see how much your embroidery improves. Before long, you'll be teaching me something!"

"Me? Teaching you?" The girl sounded in disbelief.

"Yep! I was never good with my hands, at least with silk and a needle. It wasn't until Yéyé stepped in did I know what to do with them."

At the mention of him, the girl's mood seemed to dampen. It wasn't her intention but Xiaoyu couldn't blame her for it either. Jinrei knew how to make a name for himself, ever since he was young. Not having his spunk around anymore left an obvious hole, one that Xiaoyu didn't realize she missed until it was already too late.

"I miss him." The young girl's voice interrupted Xiaoyu's thoughts. She gave her a smile, and a gentle pat on the head.

"I do too. But it'll be okay, next time we meet up, I'll teach you a few things about stances while you keep teaching and showing me your sewing skills. Deal?"

"Deal!"

Xiaoyu held her pinky out, the young girl using her own pinky to complete the deal. After a few more exchanges, Xiaoyu waved the girl goodbye, watching her disappear in the distance before sighing.

She sat down on the grass, listening to everything around her this time. The wind, the laughter, the talking, the birds, the whistling.

She was spunky when she was young, childish too, maybe she got it from him. Xiaoyu didn't know anything about his life when he was younger, but she knew he got his wisdom from somewhere. She only learned about his connections to the Mishima family once she was older.

Maybe she would have turned out to be more traditional if he wasn't around, maybe she would have eventually gotten better with her sewing skills like her parents initially wanted.

Xiaoyu was loud, rambunctious, maybe even a troublemaker compared to her more relaxed parents. They didn't know what to do with her, so eventually, he would suggest her to put all that energy into fighting.

It was thanks to him that they changed their minds.

"I'm still learning, Yéyé. I've gotten better but...I still have a lot to learn. I won't let you down, I promise."

Her phone soon began to vibrate, the young girl glancing down to see a message from her father. She quickly took hold of it, seeing the time, and immediately letting out a yell.

"Ah, I'm late! They're gonna kill me!"

Metaphorically of course. Xiaoyu quickly gathered up her things, haphazardly placing her jacket into the bag as she stood to her feet, running off and away from the park. Eyes watched her curiously but she paid them no mind as she answered her phone.

"Yes, Bàba? No, I didn't oversleep, it's still..." She checked her watch. "...well, not morning anymore but it's not late! It's only after 12! I'm on my way right now! I'll pick up some jianbing on the way! Tell Māmā not to start without me!"

Maybe there were still quite a few things she needed to get better with.

[c0smiccom3t]

he deserves the boops on the snoot,,, precious guy,,,,,,