#whatever thr fuck they're called

[microcosmiclymbic]

I don't have enough for rent right now and I don't know what to do about it. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh

[rancidiva]

i’ve been thinking a great many redacted thoughts recently and i find these two to be soooo similar please understand

OTH MY GOD YES THIS IS SO CUTE 😭

THEY'RE SO AIRI AND SHIZUKU CODED

[slocumjoe]

in other news, is there any romance quite as frustrating and stupid as danse x sole, when you look at it from. Any other companions point of view.

Preston Garvey has his whole world chewed up and spat out at his feet. Everyone he knew and loved is dead. Maybe he had a best friend, a lover, a brother or sister in the Minutemen. Maybe they were a civilian in Quincy. It doesn't matter anymore. This guy who's given you this second chance, you go with him to try and redeem yourself.

You are Preston Garvey, the last original Minuteman. You are tired, down in your bones, but you follow this stranger in a strange land across what you call home. While you're both picking through the ruins of Lexington, finding the corpses of the last of your friends, their pipboy gets a signal. A call for help.

You go to Cambridge. You help a dude in power armor gun down some ferals. As you reload your musket, dust yourself off, you look up as the big guy starts talking to your pal. And you can hear the white noise behind their eyes. You blink as they agree without question or hesistancy to do anything this dude needs. They're pretty nice, they're a good person, but usually you're not worried about if they're using their brain or not. Now, you're kinda worried. So you follow your buddy and Paladin Danse (What kind of name...) to some space station or whatever, watch them cook the man alive after some button mashing gone wrong, and then he can barely offer them a place in the Brotherhood before they're verbally signing their life away.

You are Preston Garvey. Your General has joined another, foreign army because this one guy, who had the charisma of a bag of corn nuts, asked. You are Preston Garvey. You are tired. Your general is now wearing a rival army's uniform because it makes that one guy happy. You want a nap so fucking bad.

You are Nick Valentine. You are a synth. You just helped this dude find out their baby is in the Institute. You walk out some security doors and see this big, hulking shadow in the sky, smothering the land from the sun. It bellows out that it comes in peace, heralded by armed air support, spotlights glowering down. You smell war and you don't even have a nose. As you stand there, in the wind, covered in blood and oil from the synths you've helped kill, you watch as your...client? You watch the dweller turn on their pipboy, mark Cambridge on their map, and make their way to the road.

You follow, of course. You follow, stupid sentimental bot you are, to thr Brotherhood of Steel. The dweller is vibrating to get on the death blimp. The guy offering the ride, Danse, is both sizing you up like you're a hot meal and like he wonders if you're actually a synth, because how the fuck would the dweller think bringing you here was a good idea? You shrug at him. You don't know either. You get on the vertibird. You get on the blimp. The dweller bats their eyes at Danse as he stomps down a catwalk, and they snap back to their normal selves once they talk to Kells. They balk and turn green and scoff out in the hall as you both listen to Maxoson's speech. They wonder how dumb a man could be as you venture deeper into the bowels of the beastly aircraft. People sneer at you. You are in danger. You stay very close to the dweller. You both find Danse again. He asks what they think. They don't say what they were just saying. He believes in himself, he sounds like he cares, he seems to truly trust in this army and it's cause. Not "what a load of horseshit." Danse beams with pride and they drink it in like clean water.

You are Nick Valentine. You wish you could drink.

[abominable-space-they]

Agatha all Along theory

Spoilers through ep 5

Ok first we need the set up

In this magical retelling of The Wizard of Oz Jennifer is the tin man, bound to inaction, Lilia is thr cowardly lion always afraid of what might come to pass, and Alice is the scarecrow who thinks she has nothing to offer but does.

Agatha is Dorothy

It's heavily implied here that Teen is toto, though I think this is a misdirect.

Rio is the one she's known for ages, Rio protects her, Rio loves her, Rio is fearless, Rio gets her into shenanigans, Rio is pissed off at her mom & company who tried to hurt her, Rio literally licked her hand in the first episode

Rio is Toto

Now Wanda is definitely the wicked witch of the East, that makes Teen, Warlock, either the wicked witch of the West or Glenda the Good witch

And I'd argue for now, it's both. Teen is Glenda the Good Witch and Billy/Warlock is the wicked witch of the West secretly driving a lot of the action because of the death of his mother & family.

Ok so now episode five

This episode is poppy field incident in Wizard of Oz.

I had to go rewatch it, bc I haven't seen it since I was probably 8. So in that trial, The Wicked Witch of the West places a poppy field in their path, which would poison them with good feelings until they faded away.

Dorothy leads them into the field, it's beautiful, they're frolicking. Dorothy passes out, the tin man gets stuck again, the cowardly lion passes out out of fear, they all lay down in the poppies and almost drift away.

They realize something is wrong and scream for help, Glenda is super imposed over the screen casting magic to loosen the hold of the poppies enough that they can wake up and run away.

I think that the theories that this was all or partially a dream are gonna be right.

I also think Teen led them into that place and left the door open for the Salem seven (they're the flying monkeys after all) so he would have a way to coral them to this place

Maybe he originally wanted to punish Dorothy and leave her there, maybe he planned on siphoning his powers back while she was possessed by her mother or sleeping/high

Whatever it was, that didn't go as planned, he blames Agatha for fucking up his plan.

When Agatha says you're just like your mother it does inspire him, not to murder though, to wake them up.

My guess is the mud is a misdirect and he's using it to wake them up, because hell yeah he is just like his mother

But that means something different to him then Agatha. His mother bent the rules of space time to bring his father back to life. His mother went to any lengths to save the people she loved... Including becoming a villain in the eyes of some.

He asked Agatha to save Alice, she can't, he's furious because she was the one who caused all this in the first place, he couldn't be expected to know it would go like that.

Then she reminded him who he is, and even though she meant it meanly, like you're a hypocrite just like your mother, you're delusional just like your mother, you're willing to kill people to get what you want just like your mother, you call me the bad guy while being just like me just like your mother.

But it was still enough to remind him that there is no one better suited to breaking through some sort of pocket dimension unreality then the son of the Scarlet Witch.

So that's what he's doing, I don't think he's taking them off the road, I think he's pushing them down down down, back onto the road.

But really, also... Where is Rio?

Maybe Agatha is actually Rio, maybe the corpse of Alice is really Agatha, still sleeping in the poppies

Whatever it is specifically, none of this is exactly as it seems and I can't wait to see how it plays out

[haleynwriter]

this is partially a repost of a tiktok series i did like two years ago, partially inspired that the high republic fanzine is out and references this!, and partially me expanding on thoughts as a former barista.

anyways, THR phase I characters and their coffee orders. i'll probably forget someone and add them later. my expertise: i was a barista for three years.

no I'm not calling it caf this is all half a joke anyways

Avar Kriss: Typically she just gets a coffee with cream. She can drink coffee black, but it's not her preference. Her actual favorite drink is a vanilla white mocha, but she rarely orders this for herself because she's a busy gal ! (Stellan, Elzar, Maru, and the Ataraxia crew have all clocked this.)

Stellan: he's the tea guy of the firebrands. Loves an english breakfast tea with milk in the morning. Loves a basic green tea in the afternoon. He has a chamomile tea usually as part of his evening meditation. However, after he joins the Council, he begins drinking more and more black and green tea and discards his evening tea routine as he gets more and more overworked.

Elzar: disaster man gets a large iced americano (six shots at the shop I worked at), adds two shots, chugs it immediately. This stresses everyone out.

Reath and Cohmac: they ask so many questions. where did you source your matcha from? Who is their milk supplier? Are the syrups made in house? Do they dry their own petals? They're not trying to be jerks, they're genuinely and actually curious, but the baristas are underpaid and never know answers, Cohmac and Reath realize, they order two small hot matchas and tip 100%.

Orla: medium iced coffee with vanilla syrup, but she never has once paid for her drink because her vibes are so elite. The other regular customers lover her, the baristas love her, she's just a goddamn delight.

Sskeer: hot tea or iced tea, depends on the weather. honey with hot tea; simple syrup with iced tea, just enough to cut some of the herbal notes.

Keeve: double undercut icon Keeve Trennis is the token bisexual iced oat milk latte with lavender, argue with the wall.

Jora: classic hot mom drink, hot coffee with 2 cream and 2 sugars.

Affie: all of the Vessel crew is so used to, like, Star Wars-Folgers-Instant Coffee, so when they get to go to a coffee shop, they Splurge for their Little Treats. Affie loves a caramel frozen coffee with extra whipped cream and drizzle.

Leox: blended matcha ! Like Orla, he's never once paid for a drink. Vibes are too good. He thinks he's paid, but Geode pockets the cash.

Geode: gets the most obscene drink imaginable that the baristas detest making but is such a lovely customer that the staff can't hold it against him.

Maru: if he stoops so low as to buy a tea and not make it himself, he gets a large hot black tea, double bagged. steeps it obscenely long so it's basically a concentrate, everyone is mystified.

Lina Soh: hasn't made her own coffee in years, but her staff orders her almond milk cafe au laits with honey.

Sylvestri: iced caramel macchiato and she likes it layered, okay !!!

Jordanna: iced white mocha. ssssh. she's kinda guilty about it but isn't really sure why.

Buckets: hot chai latte with oat milk and pistachio syrup. (legit try it sometime, if your shop has this, it's so fucking good.)

Lula: iced coffee with oatmilk and she changes the flavor based on the season/mood she's in. this is absolutely an order she's copied from kantam.

Kantam: see above.

Zeen: hot vanilla latte with oatmilk, asks for it extra frothy.

Ram: mocha blended coffee with extra caramel and chocolate drizzle. literally of course.

Farzala: has never once ordered the same thing twice. who knows.

Qort: Just goes "whatever you want!" every time. His actual favorite is a hot chocolate but wants to be easy and simple!

Samira: The classic hot bitch drink: hot latte with skim milk and a raw sugar. Typically people who order this drink are awful, but she used to work in food service before coming up in the political staff scene, so she's perfectly polite and cheerful.

Avon: tries to impress upon people that she's an adult and important and gets a coffee with milk. Secretly hates it. Vern typically gets her an iced black tea with lemon and simple syrup like "oh they gave it to me!" Avon lets it slide because it's Vern.

Vern: her coffee shop habits were impressed upon her by Stellan and doesn't drink any coffee, mostly tea. Her favorite is Lady Grey, and if it's a time to indulge, adds cream and lavender syrup.

Imri: that's a hot choccy boy.

Crash: has never once ordered in a coffee shop. That's a Red Bull girlie.

Xylan: has a bullshit order. large iced coffee, fill the cup with ice fully, 2/3 full of coffee, add exactly 3.5 pumps of simple syrup, then equal splashes of oat milk and almond milk. Stir 7 times clockwise, then four times counter clockwise. somehow the staff don't revolt because he's a guilty pleasure fav customer and not a single barista can describe why they like him. one barista is convinced that xylan doesn't have a single fucking clue what he's talking about and just makes it standard. xylan can tell the difference but he can't point to where so he swallows it because he admires the bravery of the barista to flummox him.

[fanfiction-artist-prototype]

I shouldn't be allowed to think up terribly constructed crossover ideas

So Dragon Age Inquisition x Baldurs Gate 3 crossover.

The dark urge - refered to as durge for simplicities sake- wakes up at the Conclave and becomes the herald. They've fallen across realms I'd say just after they'd have entered lower Baldurs Gate so they've met Gortash and know they're a bhallspawn etc.

They are of course distinctly put off by this random ass god apparently picking them as their Chosen. Thank you the fuck not, take it back they don't want it.

This would be a on the path to redemption durge, so they're fucking terrified about the urges and still get them but don't tell anyone because quite frankly the last time they did their companions went eh we all have thoughts of eating people's faces for dinner until they found out they were the festering spawn of the god of murder himself.

So you have this dragonborn who's like a skittish halla but they seem to be trying their best and everyone's like maybe the gold who worshiped that dragon at haven thinking it was Andraste might have been onto something actually. Buy point is, they're nice enough and seem to just want to help people and are combat trained, well trained in fact but seemed more comfortable fighting the less humanoid spirits than they did the humanoid ones. So maybe they don't like killing.

Then they take durge to the Hinterlands and it'd like they've set lose a wild animal. It's so easy to kill, so easy to indulge the urges in this way because indiscriminate battles are easy to find here. And it takes the companions aback bc that is a bit weird but it is efficient and as long as the claws are aimed in the right direction....

This entire time durge is having a crisis bc the urges are so muted and they finally feel normal but they know they aren't and they're terrified they'll snap.

Bhaal keeps trying to get through to his wayward child, the equivalent of leaving 17 answer phone messages screaming to call him back. The spirits around haven are beating him off with a stick. Leave this weird funky dragonling alone. You're not welcome here, bad vibes and all.

(The tadfools are banging at the doors of the realms asking for their resident bhaalbabe back. They very clearly had a do not separate sticker on them smh. This is important but not imperative. Basically no time is passing in toril compared to thedas is what is important to know)

Durge manages to keep the facade up all thr way till the fall of haven. In fact they mange to keep it up until having to face Corypheus head on.

Thankfully none of the rest of their companions are around to see it but Corypheus does his whole "I gazed upon the throne of God and it was empty" speech and essentially gets hit with Durges own version of:

"I am the bloody spawn of murder itself, the tempted and tempered blade of my father's massacre, the scion of death and all the pain that will be wrought, I shall be the last thing you remember and know that as I paint every inch of this world red in offering to my father your death will not even be a footnote in his payment ledger" speech bc they've been on that repression game for awhile and there's that much blight and the veil is so weak that Bhaal finally manages to reach them and there is just a flood of the urge that spews out of them.

There is a distinct reason Corypheus is getting tf out of there after that. He hopes the avalanche kills whatever demigod he stumbled upon the throne room of the Maker was empty and he might have found out why. He will continue the plan far away from here.

Durge makes it back to the Haven band, bloody and worse for ware, story continues but as everything happens they are clearly in worse and worse mental straights and Solas takes onw for the team and is like ill have a look in their dreams, if they have any, and comes away with the distinct worry about if Elgar'nan fucked his own blighted dragon and if that's the Inquisitor.

Idk anymore than thst this is just bouncing in my head rn

[metacrisisdoctor]

Lying with this love, that’s where he’ll be

an alien intruder makes itself known in the tyler household. for the @tentoorosemicrofics challenge. i used “icy” as the prompt. cookies for anyone who understands what the title is a refence to!

1.7k. family fluff. post empire of the wolf.

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Like most things, it will all make sense in retrospect. Or at least some of it will.

The situation is starting to come into focus now, really- the thought of what could be happening so terrifying Rose can only mentally kick herself for letting the Doctor wander off into the snow to get her some aspirin for her cramps.

("Never doubt my love for you, Rose Tyler. This stuff could kill me.")

Well- what she had thought were period cramps.

Cramps have never felt this bad though, and the only thing Rose can focus on is the terrified look on her daughter's face. And the pain. Oh God, the pain. Splitting pain radiating from her womb and spreading, spreading, spreading until she can barely walk over to the sofa, even with Mia holding her arm and leading the way with a patience no teenage girl can muster unless they're really scared.

It's then that is clicks. The only time she's ever felt this pain was seventeen years ago.

She's in labour. And she hadn't even known she was pregnant.

This universe has a sense of humor, doesn't it? Hard to deny that now.

For years Mia had begged them for a sibling, and they'd tried. Of course they had. Many times, without complaint. Sometimes multiple times a day, as due diligence. They had a name picked out and everything, the perfect name. And when the Doctor saw a tiny suit or miniature converse, he couldn't help but bring them home.

They'd tried until they could say that one child was miracle enough, and after a while Mia had contended herself with an orange cat that the Doctor pretended to hate and playdates with Tony.

They were happy. They are happy. 

Happiness comes and goes, however. In this moment, happy is certainly not the term she would use.

The contraction that takes a hold of her is so intense that her knees give out. It increases until she can't help but scream in agony while Mia holds her waist. A drop of sweat falls into Rose's eye and blurs her vision when she opens her eyes. The room seems bigger than it ever has, the couch never so bloody fucking stupidly far.

"Don't die," Mia whimpers. Rose can feel her daughter's arms trembling, and she knows she's crying. There is nothing Rose wants more than to comfort her, to stand up straight and tell her that she's fine. That she isn't dying. But she can barely string together three words.

Three words are better than none, "I'm gonna alright." 

Mia sniffles, "I love you, Mummy."

And blimey, Mia hasn't called her anything other than "Mum" or "whatever," in ages. It's enough to to make her laugh, tears springing to her eyes at how young Mia sounds. But it makes her heart hurt too. Mia really thinks she’s watching her die. 

The pain ebbs into a dull ache, giving her enough reprieve to say those words back and keep moving. When they finally make it to the sofa, Rose pulls her phone from her pocket to call her husband. Her hands are slick with sweat and the device slips from her hands like butter and clatters to the floor.

Rose curses, taking a deep breath. "I need you to call your father. He should be back soon, he just went to the store but we should warn him... before he gets home."

Mia's eyes are as wide as saucers despite the sleep lines on her face and her messy braid. Guilt twists inside Rose again. She had hoped this, whatever it was, wouldn't wake her. But it did, of course it did. She was having a baby for Christ's sake.

"Warn him about what?! We don't even know what's wrong. We have to get to the hospital."

A furious shake of the head has Mia's mouth closing back up. She lifts her hips and starts tugging her sweatpants down. "No time. Baby's coming."

"Baby?! Since when are you pregnant?!"

"Hell if I know!"

Just then fresh, freezing air spreads throughout the room, cooling Rose's burning skin as the Doctor bursts through the door. The small bag of pain killers and crisps in his hand looks equal parts ridiculous and terribly endearing. He has snow on his shoulders, piled on the blue wool of his coat, soaking his cotton jim jams and stuck to his hair.

He's panting like he's been running, his own terrified expression mirroring Mia's- but it's clear that he heard every last bit of their exchange before opening the door.

"I already called him," Mia explains, tapping her temple a bit smugly, "with my mind."

Before Rose can respond something cheeky about their alien mind connection the pain rips through her again, and she slides off the sofa and onto the floor with a groan. She tastes blood and realizes she's biting her cheek. 

Snow tracks across the room as he makes his way over to them. He quickly shrugs off the coat and kneels on the floor in front of his wife. His hands are cold as ice and Rose flinches when he gently touches her thigh, then leans down to have a look.

"Oh hello," he croons, before looking back up and smiling widely. "You're crowning. I can see the head. Looks like I'm right on time for once."

"I didn't know," Rose sobs, thinking of all the glasses of wine she's had. The prenatal pills she should have taken- especially at her age. It's hard to know exactly how old she is anymore, but above forty is a good guess. She thinks of the spotting she had taken as her period, as menopause kicking in.

The small, tiny bulge that she had thought was bloating. But it was a baby, their baby, somehow hidden away in her own body.

How could she have been so blind?

"Rose, I know what you're thinking but it's alright. None of us knew. But I don't think our child wants to be ignored any longer, eh?"

They share a small smile and Mia nods in agreement, pushing the sweaty hair away from her mothers face. Rose attempts to pull her hand from Mia's but the teenager refuses to let go, determined. "I'm not leaving."

It's all goes so fast then, nothing like her seventeen hour long labour of years past. The silence of the night is filled with the sounds of one small, (mostly) human life making it's way home.

"Come on, you're doing so well. Just one big one for me."

Her red, blotchy face scrunches as she pushes one more time.

"I'll catch you," the Doctor says, and she knows he's not talking to her anymore. Suddenly, she really really want to meet her baby. It's as if she can't wait another second to hold them. Besides her Mia gasps and let's go of her hand, finally, to whip off her favourite pink hoodie for the Doctor to wrap the baby in.

Just like that it's over. Her husband makes a sound of victory, between a sob and cheer. The room is suspiciously silent though, and she sits up straighter, trying to get a look at them despite her pain and confusion. The entire room smells like copper.

Her voice is raw and trembling when she speaks, "Why isn't he crying?"

He's so small, the chock of brown hair on his head the only thing making him seem bigger than he is. 

Fear contracts around her heart like scar tissue, old memories of children they have both lost in their time apart bubbling to the surface of the ocean of her mind and threatening to pull them down into an abyss she doesn't know if they could ever come back from. She watches as the Doctor rubs circles on the baby's back, his face tense. After what feels like an eternity, a piercing cry fills the room.

"That's more like it," the Doctor chuckles, his voice thick with unshed tears. Relief courses through her entire being, her arms opening instinctively. "I think he was asleep."

It makes sense doesn't it? At least in her mind it does. Mia had been non-stop energy, dancing on her bladder at all times. Takes after her father. Maybe this one shares her love for sleeping in. But even if he doesn't, she doesn't mind one bit.

"Where have you been hiding?" She murmurs as their son is place on her chest, wrapped in his sisters love, delivered from his father's hands. The three of them sit in stunned, awed silence until he settles, making small snuffled sounds into Rose's sternum. 

Mia's words are accompanied by a small giggle. "A little stowaway, he is." She tugs the fabric that obscures his slimey little face down to run a fingertip over his features, amazed that her little brother has finally made an appearance.

Rose marvels at how well the Doctor is taking this, how perfect the timing is. He had been so afraid to be a father again. If it hadn't been for Tony, maybe he would have been able to open his heart to this part of himself again, but she's so glad he did. Fatherhood fits him like a glove, like he was born for it. But if Mia had been a surprise, she doesn't know how he would have reacted. 

Everything worked out just as it should have, it seems.

In a few moments they will rush to the hospital, they'll call Jackie and tell her there won't be a Christmas party this year after all. There will be months of nappy changes, and sleepless nights and guilt followed by comfort. By happiness. By love. Always, always love.

Now, at three in the morning, there is a moment of complete serenity as snow continues to fall around their townhouse. The fireplace crackles. All old wounds heal.

A family of four, propped on the floor, nestled safely in their home.

"It's good to finally meet you, Jack." the Doctor whispers then leans toward and presses a kiss to Rose's brow, then one to Mia's before making his way back down to the newest member of their family. "And don't you dare let your grandmother think we named you after her. I'll tell you now, in fact, at two minutes old, that you were named after-"

—

Somewhere in a world not much different than their own, Captain Jack Harkness suddenly looks up at the sky and smiles.

He doesn't know why.

[vadersaber]

I try to understand when people say writing these kind of fics help their trauma… but it’s honestly hard to believe when these people are giggling and kicking their feet about these stories and calling it their kink and making comments about how hot and cute and whatever it was, and just the whole attitude around it is so gross and fucked up.

R*pe and incest are very serious topics and one of the most horrifying things a person can go through, the lightweight and unserious attitude these writers have about these topics is insane. It truly shows how much the internet has ruined people. There’s no empathy or sympathy for anybody. It truly is a shame that these kind of people are associated with Pedro in any way.

I give these people grace because going through something like that is life altering and writing this down where you control the narrative and what happens is a way to regain control. I understand that. I also understand that people cope in different ways; for me, I am the opposite and reading about explicitly given consent and being enthusiastic about things is soooo so damn sexy and always will be.

The issue is when these fics find the people who have filtered heavily on here and thr authors mocking those people for being triggered or just saying "just scroll away", "you're such a prude/purist". Uhm no actually? I want to read a nice or hot fic abput my comfort character, not see that he's stalking me and he's suddenly a pervert and a creep? Like you said, there's no empathy from these people, and the increasing amount of these fics is also concerning. To me and many others who come on here on anon because they're terrified of saying anything publicly.

[ladydeath-vanserra]

I know cities tens to have more, uh, liberal views or whatever but as someone who spent a majority of my life in rural Iowa, who was then forced to relocate to a city in Minnesota (I would never step foot in this state if I had the choice. its FREEZING) I've never met so many self centered and self serving people in my damn life

i got this coworker who's this white kid from a middle class family who spouts off at the mouth regularly and she says so much shit about rural Iowa if i ever complain about how much I dislike the culture shock here. but it's always "it's so boring" "lol trump?" "weee have the mall of America. there's nothing in Iowa" and im sitting here so uncomfortable bec like

rural areas are regularly forgotten about? we are deep knitted cultural communities bec the government won't Help us? Democrats won't help us. we're uneducated and stupid and ignorant nevrrmind it was systemically created that way for voting. The leftists I've seen (this kid) are full of classism and ignorance

I remember that as someone who grew up poor as fuck in Iowa, we had limited channels. You know what that was? Fox News. We didn't have thr fancy channels and all the 20 different news channels.

Republicans need rural areas poor and divided and angry to get votes. get them mad at the minorities also looking for jobs to keep their eyes off the people further driving up prices. Keep their schools poor and underfunded

Pride in family and community and tradional IS a part of "small town thinking" and a lot of those things are because that is what keeps our towns alive. we have no choice But to help each other. Our pride is our armor and it gets thicker and more bullheaded the more we keep getting called ignorant and stupid

i know there's definitely a lot of problems with rural areas especially for minorities. as a queer person w different pronouns Im hesitant about living in one again and there's also the violence w bipoc and queer communities

and the thing is is that I know a lot of liberals/some leftists here in the city I've seen who will take that struggle and use that as a shield against their own hateful attitudes towards bipoc and queer communities in cities and it takes away a lot of the visibility of the queer and bipoc people who choose to live there

Virginia (unless it was West and I just forgot can't remember rn) was a blue state until Obama came in and took the jobs after promising new and better jobs and communities. Republicans and Democrats both use the Appalachian region and people for their own benefit and Republicans and far right politicians rely on desperation

a lot of leftist things I see are long term plans, that help everyone for the better. these people don't have the luxury of Waiting for Better. Keeping poor folks, in rural areas, desperate is a key tactic from Republicans bec at least they Pretend to care about them. (I have never voted for a republican and I never plan on it LMAO)

you see "pro cop", I see "that's my cousin". you see "pro military". I see "that's my late brother". you see "evangelical church preying on poor people" I see "that's how im going to make dinner tonight"

We didn't get colleges coming to see us. we got the national guard and the army coming to see us. bec the poor, desperate boys wanting an out are the best bet to getting bodies for a war they're too young to grasp

I dunno I just. I hate cities. I hate the shallowness and self centeredness I keep encountering. The unwillingness to help others. the unwillingness to take on an inconvenient few hours to help my understaffed coworkers. and i understand that it's just different cultures and societal expectations but it's really, really lonely. I hate all the buildings. I hate all the concrete and lack of trees and plants and cows and ducks and farms

rural areas are so beautiful and have a lot of nature and I just don't want to give up on my home

[where-are-the-spooky-gays-2]

Dukexiety friends to lovers... But make it long distance!

They met on a chatroom when they were fourteen (stay safe out there kids) and Remus liked Virgil's profile theme so he DMed him. Remus is very persistent in becoming friends so they become closer and closer throughout the years.

Remus sees Virgil's descendent into his final form (emo) and Virgil sees Remus switch between phases and aesthetics in an instant (bros too fluid to stick with one 100%, send tweet).

They're on call late into the night; Remus is an insomniac and Virgil's just a night owl so they're up until the early hours of the morning playing video games and watching YouTube or shows together. Their parents have to come in a few times over the years asking them to quiet down because everyone else is trying to sleep. (Their parents have never seen them laugh so hard until they were on call together.)

They text when Virgil gets panic attacks. Remus doesn't just pick up and respond when Virgil is having one, he responds IMMEDIATELY. He calls and, while it's not the same and not a one-off fix, it helps.

Virgil complains about bullies, Remus threatens to kill them. Threatens to cyber bully them actually 100% /gen about it too. Virgil says thanks but no thanks. Remus complains about his bullies but more so in the cocky "they just don't get how cool I am" way. Virgil finds it funny. He agrees.

They tease each other about where they're from, be it different states in the US or different countries in the world. "You call it what???" "Hell no, you're wrong! It's called this!" type of stuff.

They fall asleep on call together. Virgil has been jittery since a panic attack hours ago and Remus is more than happy to sit on the phone with him to "watch the room" and make sure he's safe to go to bed.

They get each other gifts. Just stick in each other's addresses instead of theirs for the gift.

Also copious amounts of door dash for each other. That way they can eat together, even when it's late or whatever time it is for them.

Finally, when they're eighteen and when they have enough money, they make the connection.

Remus is coming to visit Virgil (they decided it because Virgil was anxious about actually going on a plane, meanwhile Remus wanted to watch Final Destination). And Virgil is waiting for him, in the one outfit he knows Remus thinks is a good look.

Virgil almost falls over when Remus finally gets him in a hug. And they both maybe cry a little bit. Virgil's makeup is ruined; Remus would say the same except he likes how it looks.

Virgil's family is VERY excited to meet Virgil's best friend in person and Virgil himself is shocked by Remus' politeness. He smiles, doesn't cuss, says yes ma'am/sir no ma'am/sir — really buttering up the parents. And of course Remus is staying with them. Of course.

Platonic (.... ehhhhh) cuddles. They play games together in person. Late nights up together in person.

It's one of those late nights that it happens. They're both really tired and maybe a little drunk or high and one thing leads to another and they kiss. And at first it's shocking but it doesn't register as scary (at least not to Virgil) and then they kiss. a lot. Nothing further. But just a lot of "oh my god I can't believe I get to do this I've wanted to do this for ages."

The next morning is a little awkward but the cuddles are far far more intense. They cuddle and they kiss and talk and oh shit they've had crushes on each other for how long??? And they're only just now talking about it?

The goodbyes again when Remus has to go home? They're hard. Really hard. They hold each other like they'll never see each other again. They obviously will and they'll be on the phone the whole time but it's hard.

Good thing they're seeing each other again in two months :)

— 👑

S O B B I N G that's S O fucking cute P L E A S E!!! It's really sweet to see that they basically grew up together online and how close and caring they are for one another <3 (Ree can and will either slice a bitch through a screen or get Vee's bullies banned on all platforms if needed XD) Also I'm cackling at the fact that they're so oblivious to their crush on the other as if the intense cuddling and kissing weren't the main signs XD But of course the spooky beloveds can happily reunite two months later and do it all over again <3

[willzardthewise]

byler in one season wouldn't make sense literally knocking down mileven built up in 4 seasons

DAWG LIOK AT THE BONE IF THR BONE US GONNA DIP THESKIN IN LOOK CLOSELY REALLY CLOSELY

s1 my best friend is missing what the fuck -not as romantical yet

s2 i'm by your side no matter what bbg -maybe maybe not

s3 it's not my fault u don't like girls(projecting much dude?) -wee little hint

s4 literally whatever went on during the bedroom scene "cool" "cool" -nuclear world ending bomb

it's the WAYYY season three is like the smallest thing and season four is like now you know it's a option season 3 is something fans would be fighting over the implied liek how gilnda and elphaba got u going 🤨🤨 y'all seeing this shit (there r SOOO many other queer friends to lovers shit like this that i don't rememberrr)and honestly they could've kept going with that but season four is like oh? they're an option like will CONFIRMED to liek mike did not need all that letting u LNOW they might (most definitely) happening

sort of side note why the flip would season four end w mike and el breakup loek bro it's not like lumax who are more like on and off because it's honestly a little more normal like just some middle school relationship guys i'm yapping mileven is NAWT getting back together 🎶never ever getting back together 🎶 bylers called delulu mileven have u SEEN YALL

i fear i lost the point of this post and yap sesh

thank you if u actually read this i hope ur pillow is cold and 100s on ur test goodnight

[melissa-titanium]

hodl thr fuck on i gotta describe my headworlds afterlife.

the great stasis. is what the gods call it ! its in the name , souls after their bodies die enter a period of meaningless stasis until the next iteration of their soul is ready to be created. it's a memory chamber starting off from the point of the soul body's death and continuing endlessly until the next iteration -- the afterlife is not one Place. rather a concept born by the death god's curiosity over how the goodness of the next iteration was chosen. after a body is killed, they start fresh in their "afterlife" which is really just moments after the body dies. in this state the mind of the soul's previous iteration is completely and utterly wiped of the concept of death and is now tasked to Keep On Living ! the soul's 'afterlife' is dependent on how good or bad that iteration was during their living days... and the goodness of the iteration that comes after is dependent on what choices the previous iteration made in their 'afterlife.'

FOR EXAMPLE. someone dies with a slit to the throat during a border skirmish.

if they were a totally awful and irredeemable someone; their afterlife would be a total nightmare, it'd start off with them escaping the battle just barely, still taking the throat wound but surviving ; only to have the rest of their afterlife be a total nightmare, losing loved ones and suffering endlessly, etc etc.

if they were a relatively good someone; their afterlife would be nice, they'd win the skirmish and drive off the opposing force, and everything would get better from then on out. maybe they'd get to live out their days peacefully and without any looming threats.

the NEXT iteration depends on the choices the previous iteration made during their afterlife... doesn't matter how good the previous iteration was while alive. if they were the most perfect nice saint during their life but suddenly started acting like a jackass during the afterlife, their next iteration would be just as rude and have an equally terrible life. if someone was the most awful unforgivable piece of shit during their life but took a turn for the better in the afterlife and tried to amend for their living sins, their next iteration would reflect that; kind and trying their best with a relatively peaceful life

"ghosts" dont exist. when you die, you die. there are some strange entities that try to take advantage of grief that comes with losing a loved one and will feed off of it, shifting into the forms of the deceased and trying to get a rise out of the living by haunting them... there's literally only a handful of exceptions to this rule and they're mel & his Gang , including his past and future iterations. just because story convenience but Whatever. ok im done i got posessed

[stellarstarryyy]

*gets dragged in clinging to a roomba* so tell me more about this Dusk to Dawn story 👀? The characters? The bioweapon project? Any plot points you want to talk about? Whatever you have i’m here for it

There is so so SO much lore to the story of Dusk To Dawn that I simply can't do it justice in a text post, but I will do my best to cover the basics.

2 alien races are at war: The Amphizori and the Cryozak. The leader of the military branch of Amphizori, Raika (he/him), decides "hey what if we made a bioweapon out of alien wolves and we made it so that they have enhanced senses, can camouflage even on an infrared scale, are solar powered, and only attack lifeforms that resemble the target (humanoid) would that be fucked up or what?" So he recruits a bunch of scientists to make these (project stendri, also called shadewolves by humans). Also Raika is a piece of shit btw he treats all the scientists, especially the lead scientist, Keicazil (he/they), like total shit and emotionally manipulates most if not all of them.

Raika decides to use the newly discovered exoplanet with sapient life on it (Earth) as a testing ground because he sucks. All of thr scientists are not ok with this but are forced to go through with it anyways bc he's their boss. This is when keicazil and his boyfriend start to formulate a plan to tell both alien races of the horrors that Raika has done, save Earth, and just straight up mutany this dudes ass.

While this is all going on there's shit going on with the humans too!!

There are 4 main characters:

Elias Ramsamooj (he/him), Kepler Manzello (they/them), Rowan Flowers (he/him), and Faith Vazquez (she/her).

Other important characters include Sage (she/her), Hazel (she/her), Christine Murray (she/her), Angelica Murray (she/her), John Miller (he/him, and Noel (she/her).

I'm not gonna go too much in depth in all their stories bc there's A LOT to cover but essentially Kepler and Elias have been online friends for years and were planning on meeting up irl. Halfway through Elias' road trip to meet Kepler the alien invasion happens. They end up meeting up but only after shadewolves have killed Kepler's family so they're pretty fucked up. They later meet Faith who was left for dead by her old group of friends (there's SO many layers to that group btw it's a similar situation to what happened with the scientists and Raika). They then meet Rowan and save him from being murdered by some people who belong to The Children of the Wolf (It's a cult. Similar to we the people from thr sun vanished but also very different at thr same time).

After they meet up they meet up with Sage and Hazel, the 2 leaders of thr Community. (It's basically just a small town lol they are very well off tho). Faith pissed off thr leader of TCotW and there's like a mini war between the community and the cult lol bit I'm not gonna go into that.

Just know that story has a happy ending ^_^ I'm hoping to turn it into a book someday maybe

ALSO The Children of the Wolf are lead by Angelica Murray. The cult believes that the shadewolves are angels sent from heaven to cleanse the earth of sin. They protect and "live in harmony" with them. They also believe anyone killed by a shadewolf was "not following in the path of god."

They're insane and. Yeah just all around not a fun group of people. Especially their leader she's also a dick LMFAO

That's all I can tell yall for now. This story takes a bit of inspiration from the sun vanished arg too if it wasn't obvious though nothing that can be pointed out very easily (I hope lol)

[lonelywitchversion13]

I know a woman with Munchausen Syndrome.

Shes poly (bc of course she is) you can get way more attention with 40 boyfriends. [I'm not even kidding it's like 40].

But I have since cut her off and stopped associating with her. But every now and again someone will say they saw her and "guess what she's doing now."

So ever since I've known her she has had this horrible and desperate need to be the center of attention.

Of course, I met her bc she was working at a ren faire. As an actor.

No one liked her that actually knew her. She started dating one of our (we thought) really smart friends. He eventually married her but like 2 years after dating her he made a Facebook post calling out people who don't like her and he doesn't understand why anyone would hate her and if you don't like her don't speak to him again (like good for you. Stand up for your lady- but also maybe look into the reason EVERYONE hates her)

Oh also one time I got black out drunk on accident and she and her husband got me alone in the upstairs of a booth and tried to rape me. But she laughed about it afterwards bc ahaha oh it's so funny I'm a prude.

Years go by and she started weirdly having whatever illness or ailment anyone else near her had.

My friend had actual back issues and started bringing a folding chair to faire. She set up in like the middle area of faire so she could see everyone still. And oh wow wouldn't you know it? Suddenly she also has horrible back issues and needs a chair and can't walk and has men carry her everywhere.

Then a couple years later, someone in our distant friend group got a service dog. Suddenly she has started thr process of getting a service dog! ((Who is never ever ever with her anymore weird how that happens. The dog was so needed and necessary!)

In 2018 her husband's girlfriend tried to break up my relationship and she successfully did.

But the husband is only allowed to have 1 girlfriend but she has 40 boyfriends.

I stop talking to her at this point. But our mutual friend got married in 2019. So we are all at the wedding. For ungodly reasons my getting married friend sat me next to her at the rehearsal dinner. On the other side of me was a woman in a wheelchair with serious medical issues.

Over dinner the annoying bitch was telling everyone who would listen about how she's a recovering alcoholic (self diagnosed and she's 1 month clean and so proud) *she wasn't an alcoholic. She was always sober at faire. And she was underage most of the time. She then proceeded to take sips of my drink woo.

Then she realized the woman next to me was in a wheelchair and OH suddenly she might need a wheelchair! There's something wrong with her spine and oh the wheelchair she can't walk blah blah blah

She proceeded to get plastered and dance around all night with perfect mobility- she also chose this night to feed me lies about my ex and her husband's girlfriend.

The next day the woman in the wheelchair was asking me what the fuck is wrong with the woman and why she was trying to out handicap her? And I was like oh bitch just needs attention.

And then she went out and bought a wheelchair and those arm crutches things. After having her newest boyfriend pull her around in public in a fucking red wagon trailer.

Oh and before that she decided to get a wheelchair when at Disney World . "Oh I didn't want to post these photos of me at Disney World in a wheelchair. They're so embarasing. Here they all are! Don't pity me!"

Now I guess she's changed her name for the 100th time and is somehow getting ren faire gigs around the state.

Is she a decent singer for like local theater? Sure. I suppose. Definitely not lead roles but ensemble.

So she's changed her name and made a Facebook page for her newest career of shitty ren faire singer.

She was at an event last night and oh my god it was so bad and embarasing. I stg her one boyfriend is a faire performer (who can actually sing and play well) and he is how zhe is getting these gigs. Because girly cannot sing well to be a solo performer. Her husband is walking around with a tip bucket and everyone is ignoring him and talking about oh my god is this karaoke why is she singing?

So I decided to snoop. Hadn't heard or seen her in a year or so.

Shes on Facebook posting videos of her singing in her boyfriends music set up with "oh hold on i just started this video but I need to pull the lyrics up bc hehe I can't remember anything very well now" and none of it sounds good. There's no comments just likes from the men she's dating.

And then one of her recent posts is "I have such bad social anxiety and stage fright"

Really? Because most people with social anxiety and stage fright don't choose "performer" as their career.

Oh and also what happened to your so much needed service dog? Where is he?

Anyway. Bitch has now shaved all her hair off except for like a top knot and walks around in big pink glasses looking like Gypsy Rose Blanchard.

Like I'm not even kidding. She looks like Gypsy Rose and is making posts about "when you see me this weekend with my crutches they are now necessary for my mobility and standing. Don't pity me! Don't feel sympathy for me!"

And then you see her at faire getting around and dancing and jumping around perfectly fine (so weird!) And yes I am fully aware that some handicaps don't require things like wheelchairs and crutches 24/7 -- but in her case it absolutely is the most fake made up shit I've ever witnessed in my life.

Every one around her can see that. And yet her polycule encourage the behavior and support it. And let her embarss herself by calling herself a professional singer and performer on stage week after week sounding the way she sounds.

Its so horribly embarrassing. And I can't stand her.

[tomomiisasleep]

1st note on This is How You Lose the Time War

I've been listening to the audiobook until it became too good (Chapter 10, notes will start there I guess) not to actually read and take notes on. I think all the references to Chinese history played a big part in that. Not that I'm interested in history at all. It's mostly the gay.

biggest mystery up to now is the identity of the Seeker.

Wordless, the seeker regards the aftermath. She does not weep, that anyone can see.

Maybe it's one of the two of them. And she does nothing to like, change the course of their action as far as I know. And she is sad. And she's only interested in the letters so far.

This is so gay I'm gonna faint

Sometimes I am inclined. Sometimes I sit here stationary, and know you so swift and sure, and think, I must prove myself her equal again—and the sharp, electric ache to stop you just to see you admire me is a kind of needle too.

What thr fuck this is so gay, is this whole book just gonna be disaster lesbian love letters? please let it be like that

I like you to know, with my words in your mouth, the places and ways in which I think of you. It feels good to be reciprocal; eat this part of me while I drive reeds into the depth of you, spill out something sweet.

I wish sometimes I could be less fierce with you. No—I feel sometimes like I ought to want to be less fierce with you. That this—whatever this is—would be better served by tenderness, by gentle kindness. Instead I write of spilling out your sap-guts with reeds. I hope you can forgive this. To be soft, for me, is so often pretense, and pretense does not come easily while writing to you.

THIS IS PORN

Seeker, muddy, battered, torn, finds her sleeping, touches her tears with an ungloved hand, and tastes them before she goes.

?? So the seeker is ..?

I bet the separation from Garden when Blue was young was Red's doing. Only she could do so because Blue told her the exact coordinates.

I have to say I made 0 sense of what Blue was doing in Chapter 16

Your praise cuts me, because though I speak so easily of certain things, though I rush through ground that to you seems mined, it’s only earth to me. But your last letter . . . I am so good at missing things. At making myself not see. I stand at a cliff’s edge, and—hell.

I love you, Blue.

OK, to be fair, this is so fucking sweet, but it feels like a cougar has been sexting a college student for ages and buying her toys to wear around school and one day the student suddenly texts her "I love you, Have I always? Haven’t I?"

(sorry it seems like I've been on tumblr too much)

I want to be a body for you.

I want to chase you, find you, I want to be eluded and teased and adored; I want to be defeated and victorious—I want you to cut me, sharpen me. I want to drink tea beside you in ten years or a thousand. Flowers grow far away on a planet they’ll call Cephalus, and these flowers bloom once a century, when the living star and its black-hole binary enter conjunction. I want to fix you a bouquet of them, gathered across eight hundred thousand years, so you can draw our whole engagement in a single breath, all the ages we’ve shaped together.

now they're back to sexting it seems

ok wow the rest of this letter is making me blush, Red you are smitten

traps upthread and down, all executed by a single operative, triggering a cascade. I’d call it brilliant if it hadn’t put us so far on the back foot.

Blue you genius

"This operative has been grooming you.

Sorry but I laughed out loud at this

I dance to you in a body built for sweetness, a body that tears itself apart in defense of what it loves. This letter will sting you when it’s done. Let it, and read a postscript in its death throes.

Oh my god I'm reading bee smut

ok this is translating directly into thirsty older woman in my mind

and... the seeker is Blue right?? right??? and Red's gonna die for her????? come on it's the 20s lesbians shouldn't have tragic endings anymore!!!

Now with the poison plan I'm suspecting that Blue's gonna read it and die.

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 92

I Believe the Children Are Our Future/The Fires of Pompeii

“I Believe the Children Are Our Future”

Plot Description: investigating series of odd murders that resemble fairy tales and urban legends, Sam and Dean track down a dangerous boy named Jesse

Would I Survive thr First Five Minutes?? 1. Who sits THAT CLOSE to the TV?? 2. Nah, girl. Don’t look outside, don’t you know what show you’re on? I’m good

Sometimes, I don’t think Dean could get by without Sam. I don’t think he would have come up with them having server issues as to why they didn’t get the coroner’s email

Deannnnn, don’t traumatize the kidddddd

So all these very childlike pranks are going haywire and actually killing people?!?!

I want a compilation of clips of Dean being mildly gross while eating

“All these kids care about are their iPhones and those kissing vampire movies” this shop owner is hilarious

Honestly, good on this kid for taking home invasion seriously…actually, I take it back. She just didn’t want the tooth fairy in HER room. Sure

It took ALL HIS TEETH?!?! And got $8 for his trouble

Dean still eating this ham they legitimately cooked with the electricity from the freaking hand buzzer thingy is just PRACTICAL, Sam!! He’s right, y’all don’t have a fridge, and you shouldn’t let a perfectly good ham go to waste

This kid’s sass is off the charts

Oh my god…this poor woman. This is HORRIFIC. A demon possessed her, got pregnant, and birthed the child…is this kid the Antichrist?? Like Adam in Good Omens?

Oh no. Yeah. I knew Cas would say they have to kill the kid

Eeuugghh can Dean NOT be caught between someone and Sam just ONCE?? There’s no winning for him. Either they truly believe this kid can make the right choice to just not be the Antichrist or whatever so he doesn’t nuke all the angels. OR Cas is right and they have to kill him. And Castiel can’t gamble that. This is his life on the line if this random kid who would only NOW be introduced to the whole concept of Armageddon. When even a seasoned hunter like Sam couldn’t resist

Oh…Cas. Cas, no. Please. Jesse turned him into a toy???

I mean, I can understand Jesse’s hesitance in turning Castiel back. He did try to kill the kid

Oh…Sam saying everything he’s ever needed someone to tell him when he was a kid.

Did he just disappear to Australia?? I mean, if you’re gonna have the apocalypse in midwestern USA, best place to be IS Australia I guess?

“Been On My Mind…”: nothin. 6

"The Fires of Pompeii"

Plot Description: Soothsayers and beasts of stone run riot in the streets of Pompeii as the volcano boils. Can established history be changed, or must the Doctor let everyone die?

Couple things...can you IMAGINE if he DID just go "fuck it" and saved everyone at Pompeii?? Like...I wanna see an au where those effects ripple out. Two, I don't know if I'll get through a single episode of this season without thinking (and talking) about how much I LOVE Ten and Donna's friendship. Just seeing the hug she gives him for bringing her to what they currently both believe is Rome? I go FERAL for particularly THIS PLATONIC RELATIONSHIP

"Are we in Epcot?" I'm...obsessed with her.

Hi, Amy...sorry, Not Amy. I do still wish they had worked a call back to this episode into either Eleven or Twelve's time

I love how hung up she is on how they're speaking in Latin

And hello Not Twelve

This poor girl is going to have burnt out gifted kid syndrome later, I swear. Though, after surviving Pompeii, she's mostly lucky to not have burnt UP gifted kid syndrome

I think the thing about Donna and Ten I love most is that she CHALLENGES him. It's much less of reassuring others that the Doctor will find a way to get whatever needs to happen done. It's "You're going to do this thing. I care how you get it done but what I don't care about is hearing how you can't. It's the right thing to do. It's the thing you're SUPPOSED to do, Doctor!" I'm not dunking on Rose or Martha, but Donna will challenge his authority TO HIS FACE. It's not the "he told me to stay put, but I'm too curious to do so. I need to do something!" It's "what and you're in charge?" "TARDIS. Time Lord. Yeah." "Donna. Human. No. I don't need your permission!" Fuuuuuck I love her so much.

The fact that they're BOTH so offended to be thought of as married AND thought to look so much alike they they could be siblings. Love that for them

AND AGAIN!! "I don't know what kind of kids you've been flying around outer space with, but you're not telling me to shut up." Miss Noble, I would LAY DOWN MY LIFE FOR YOU

One...this epic psychic battle of history is every bit as funny as it is terrifying. Like, just the concept is hilarious. This old dude battling a teenage girl at who can say the wildest shit about the Doctor and Donna while being right. But also, they ARE also right BUT ALSO we get the first mention that there's something on Donna's back, and listen...I JUST GOT DONNA!!! I'M NOT READY FOR HER TO GO!!! I DON'T WANT HER TO GO!!!

This kid is so easily bribed. Not that I know how much that coin is worth.

Not Donna coming in with the TJMaxximus...

I thought you wanted them to get out of the house, why are you all just STANDING THERE. No one listens to the Doctor when it comes to moving or not moving

You SAY THAT like it's a bad thing, but you RELY on it, Doctor. "This prattling voice will cease forever" "Well, that'll be the day"

And they're so sarcastic together. Will I truly spend his entire season gushing over how much I love their friendship? And what if I do??

Him fighting off the pyrovile with a water gun is always fantastic

(I've been informed by imdb that Peter Capaldi's appearance in this episode DOES get touched on during his time as the Doctor)

Oh, it's an even worse version of the trolley problem. If the Doctor does NOTHING here the whole world gets destroyed, but if he stops the pyroviles' plan he has to make the choice to kill everyone in Pompeii. He's got to personally choose to let twenty THOUSAND people die.

The fact that she can change his mind, can change some small part in A FIXED POINT IN TIME, can make him save SOMEONE. And how she'll still claim she's not important at the end of the season...

Doctor, of COURSE Donna's right. Come on.