#wtf gilles

[ao2fics]

Mean gills with ‘I’m going to kill you’ and ‘I’m not afraid to die’

“I’m going to kill you.”

He doesn’t mean to say it. There are so few people left, Martyn knows he can’t afford to push Scott away from him yet. This isn’t the time—it’s ticking down he can Hear the seconds running out why is it so hard to breathe—but Scott doesn’t even have the decency to look surprised.

“I’m not afraid to die,” Scott says. He’s staring—up, up, up—with a smile on his face. “Not if it’s you.”

“Scott—”

“Did you know I won once?” Scott says it so casually, but Martyn can Hear the truth of the statement in the steady, unwavering beat of Scott’s heart. “Be boring to win again.”

There’s a long silence before Scott turns to him, grinning, eyes gleaming with a familiar desire for chaos. He looks dangerous. Not for the first time, Martyn is relieved to have Scott on his side.

“Someone has to win—might as well be you, right?”

“Might as well be me,” Martyn echoes.

[oreo102]

Just learned through tiktok that 20 minutes from where I live is a convention that Jodie Whittaker, mandip gill, and Alex Kingston is at. I currently hate tiktok immensely. Had to laugh so I didn’t cry 👍🏼

[vexulii]

In Mcsm Season 1 we can see in the very first episode “The Ocelots”. The Ocelots, as we know, are a group of builders who earned their jackets because they knew how to build (As Lukas states when Axel was trying to kick him out of the tree house). The Ocelots consist of four members: Lukas, Maya, Aiden, and Gill. Lukas is the sole leader of the group. Before the group joined building competitions for Endercon, they were a pretty average group of friends. Lukas and Aiden would typically hang out together around town before Maya and Gill joined in on their group.

They established The Ocelots when they first signed up for Endercon. They all dabbled on the name before going with Ocelots. Lukas made up the name with the help of Maya. Their first few competitions were… rough to put it easy. (They sucked SO bad… partially Gill and Aidens fault) They were uncoordinated, unprepared, and had no idea what to build. This is why Lukas became more of a leader than the others. He would prep beforehand and would constantly get everyone together to plan. He would schedule meetings and as time progressed they eventually could freehand it without any pre-planning.

When The Ocelots won their first competition for Endercon they celebrated and got the jackets they are known for wearing. After that they won almost every time they went. Sure there were some hiccups but they got the hang of it. But with every win Aiden became more aggressive, more arrogant. It made Lukas mildly upset but he thought he would eventually get over it (Obviously not LOL!!!). Lukas tried to calm Aiden down once he started being mean to other competitors but Aiden just brushed him off, not really thinking about it.

When Lukas saw Jesse, Axel, and Olivia later on it reminded him of how they used to be, always stumbling over blocks and arguing (as friends) on what to build. Lukas felt sad and almost jealous about their care-free behavior. Their group had become *very* competitive, and Lukas wasn't having as much fun as he was in the beginning. But at least Maya and Gill seemed to be having fun (Despite a majority of the time they were just bickering). When Lukas caught Aiden bullying the “Order of the Losers” for the first time he got (reasonably) mad at him. Telling him to knock it off and to stop being a jerk and just build. Lukas would continue to tell Aiden off (This is the start of Aiden wanting to ditch Lukas).

As this progresses Lukas starts to drift away from The Ocelots, only ever participating in Endercon competitions. (The start of S1 Ep1) Which Aiden hates and tries to make small talk (“Hey Lukas get a load of these losers!”)

Everything else is as followed in ep 1 >_<

List of small hcs in this…

Aiden and Lukas knew eachother as childhood friends and eventually found Maya and Gill at a social event as young teenagers.

Aiden knows how to stitch and stitched on the ocelot on their jackets (Kinda poorly but it's OK >_<)

Building competitions have more teams in them and several locations.

[thegirlwiththeblush]

Soft and As Pure As Snow

Thirteenth Doctor x Yasmin Khan

Word Count: 2.9k (insane)

Fandom: Doctor Who

Song Inspiration: Would That I by Hozier

Summary: The Doctor and Yaz travel to the final Frost Fair of 1814, with a couple of inconvenient tag-alongs.

a/n: Apologies to all for the desperate attempt at fluff, but I hope you enjoyed it, and that all of the Thasmin shippers get some well-deserved recognition here. Now I go back to hibernating and not writing for another six months. Special thanks to my dear friend Heidi for proofreading this within twelve hours of completion (the dedication!), and to @vorsdany, my best friend and writing inspiration, for encouraging me and providing prompts for me to write this.

It wasn’t often that the Doctor had time off from saving the universe throughout time and space, and she was going to make the most of it. Whether she’d admit it to herself (or to anyone) or not, her first thought was to take Yaz on a trip somewhere special, somewhere she reserved only for very important companions. The problem, however, was not convincing Yaz to come along, but to make sure it was only Yaz.

“What, do we only get to come along when we’re doing your dirty work?” Graham folded his arms in a dramatic display of indignance. “That ain’t fair, how come only Yaz gets to come along?”

“Maybe the Doctor’s just in the mood for a girls’ trip,” Yaz suggested, and the Doctor smiled at this upstanding gesture.

“Well, isn’t that sexist,” Ryan chuckled. The Doctor knew he was only kidding, but she was growing more frustrated by the second.

The four of them were seated around Yaz’s family flat, with Yaz’s family away for the week. The Doctor couldn’t have been more pleased with how everything was lining up, but Ryan and Graham were about to ruin everything.

“Listen, fam-”

“I thought I told you I wasn’t too fond of that term?” Graham grunted, instigating an eyeroll and small smile from Yaz.

The Doctor gave a small sigh of exasperation. “I love all of you equally, but I don’t think you’d be keen on this particular spot I’m taking Yaz to. It’s just not that...interesting.”

“Well, what is it then?” Ryan asked.

“Just the Frost Fair of 1814.” She glanced around the room as she half-mumbled the words, trying to come off as nonchalant as possible.

“Yo, does that mean ice skating?!” Ryan sat bolt upright, a grin spreading across his face. “Not that interesting. What are you on, mate?”

The Doctor raised an eyebrow. “Wouldn’t that be difficult with your dyspraxia?” She wasn’t one to practice ableism, but her desperation had her grasping at straws.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t give it a shot,” Ryan protested, standing up from his seat. “I’ve been learning to ride my bike, haven’t I? I’ve climbed huge ladders, I’ve faced robots and aliens, for crying out loud. I can at least have a go.”

The Doctor was bewildered. This was a burst of self-confidence from Ryan at a time that most inconvenienced her.

“Yeah, and don’t count me in as uninterested,” Graham joined in. “They’ve gotta have some bloody good shish chicken there, and I’d be keen to have a taste of 1814 gin. Not to mention, weren’t there sword swallowers there? I wanna figure out how they do it.”

The Doctor blinked, and Yaz voiced her exact thoughts. “Suddenly you know everything about the 1814 Frost Fair?”

Graham shrugged. “Well, you gotta do your research when you’re travelling with the Doctor.”

The Doctor couldn’t believe it. It was already impossible to have any alone time with Yaz on their journeys, but now, even in their free time, she couldn’t have one day to explore the feelings that had been growing in her chest with every passing moment.

Throwing up her hands in resignation, she raised her eyebrows and smiled tightly at the boys. “Fine, we’ll all go then.”

The two of them whooped and high-fived, and Yaz smiled knowingly at the Doctor; although, the Doctor didn’t think Yaz could possibly have understood her intentions. She wasn’t even exactly sure of her own feelings, and she certainly didn’t expect the young officer to reciprocate them.

The four clambered eagerly into the TARDIS, the Doctor dawdling behind with a slouch and a pout. She noticed Yaz watching her out of the corner of her eye but thought nothing of it as she made her way to the control console. Forcing herself to regain her focus, she began inputting coordinates, biting her lip lightly in concentration, and, in part, to force down her vexation.

“Oi, Graham,” Ryan said, a small smile playing across his lips. “What do you get when you cross a vampire and a snowman?”

“What?”

“Frostbite.”

“That was a crime,” Graham groaned.

“That was pretty bad,” Yaz agreed.

“No, I’ll tell you a real good one,” Graham continued and Yaz sighed. “I thought it was going to be frosty, so I plugged my electric blanket in beside my toaster. I kept popping out of bed all night!”

“Not the time for jokes, fam.” the Doctor interrupted before the boys could continue their tirade. “Everyone hold on to something, I’m having to reason strongly with the TARDIS right now, and I can’t predict how she’ll react.”

“What’re you reasoning with it for?” Ryan asked, grabbing onto the nearest time rotor crystal, unsure of what exactly there was to hold on to.

“I’ll explain later,” the Doctor replied hastily, still irked by his and Graham’s presence, and her concentration fixated on preparing the TARDIS.

The TARDIS began its all-too-familiar whirring and vworping, and the Doctor allowed herself a small, satisfied smile. Humans may be difficult and inconvenient, but at least the TARDIS was constant and, while not always predictable, predictable in its unpredictability. She ran her hands over the console, soaking in its mechanical warmth and finding grips as the ship began to take off. She grinned in relief as she sensed the vortex energy giving in, and widened her stance in preparation.

After a short, bumpy flight, the four of them released their holds, and the companions turned to the Doctor for guidance.

“Doctor,” Yaz murmured, approaching the blonde with her hands folded. “This is 1814, yeah?”

“Yes, yes, it is.”

“What are we gonna do about, um...” Yaz trailed off, unsure of how to address the subject, but instead gesturing to her face in a circling motion, and then Ryan’s.

The Doctor bit her lip in acknowledgement. “Don’t worry, I’d thought of that, this ain’t my first rodeo with the terrible man-made creation of racism. Unfortunately, I can’t do much to protect you two, but I’ve got a closet full of clothes to dress you up, and you’ve got me to protect you every step of the way.”

“And me,” Graham butted in, puffing his chest proudly. “I’ll protect you with my life.”

“No offense, Graham, but I feel much safer with the Doctor,” Ryan replied, earning an indignant pout from his grandfather.

“If you want to find the wardrobe, just head down that corridor,” the Doctor continued. “It’s the first door on the left, then the second right, duck under the stairs, go past the bins, and it’s through the fifth door on the left.”

Ryan blinked, Graham raised an eyebrow, and Yaz bit her lip to hold in a chuckle. The Doctor sighed in amusement and waved a hand towards herself. “I’ll just show you the way, eh?”

Once the four of them had decked themselves out in 19th-century-style clothing, they returned to the control room, Graham visibly uncomfortable in his tight waistcoat and tailcoat.

“Glad we evolved from this uptight garb,” he mumbled grumpily as the Doctor opened the TARDIS door, allowing a blast of cold air to rush into the room, blowing Ryan’s top hat off. The four of them stumbled back a little, before peeking out into a world of white. Snowflakes drifted lazily around them as figures, young and old, wandered up and down the frozen River Thames, barely any unsmiling faces to be seen.

“Doctor, this is beautiful,” Yaz murmured, taking in the view, her mouth slightly agape. Despite having seen countless regions of space and lands she’d never anticipated seeing in her lifetime, this winter wonderland was still enough to leave her almost speechless.

The Doctor couldn’t help but smile to see her eyes so full of fascination, but after allowing herself only a moment of adoration, she dragged herself back into the present. “If I’ve calculated the coordinates correctly, we can’t possibly collide with one of my previous incarnations,” she said. “Ten points if you counted how many c words I said in that sentence.”

Ryan choked on a short laugh, but Yaz raised her eyebrows. “You’ve been here before, Doctor?”

“Oh, yes, few times,” the Time Lord replied. “I took another companion, Mai, ice skating, three generations back; came here twice with two different friends in my last one; I even came here when I first ever started traveling; and finally, I took my, er, dear friend River here to hear Stevie Wonder sing under London Bridge.” She wasn’t quite ready to explain the nature of her relationship with River, especially not to Yaz. Not that she fully understood or acknowledged why it was so tricky to tell Yaz.

Yaz’s eyebrows shot up even farther. “So, this is quite a special place for you, Doc?” Graham said.

The Doctor kicked around at something at her feet, shrugging. “Yeah, I guess so.”

Yaz opened her mouth to say something, but Ryan interjected with, “Well, what are we all standing around for, come on now, let’s check it out!”

They headed out, the Doctor locking up the TARDIS, and the cold air swelled in their nostrils, their throats and their lungs. Wrapping herself up tighter in her coat, Yaz turned slowly as they walked toward the stalls, taking everything in.

Dim rays of sunlight glimpsed through the thick cloud coverage, and Union Jacks were draped from makeshift pubs and food stalls, some of them adorned with the red ensign, presumably to represent the boatmen who could no longer travel down the river.

Children chased each other across the ice, dodging and diving between traders and their customers. Small fires were lit near food tents, meat roasting on spits across them, the smell wafting through the chill and tantalizing her senses. The subtle scent of brandy mixed with it, as well as bitter hints of tobacco, but Yaz breathed it all in, grinning as she absorbed the final Frost Fair in all its grandeur.

It warmed the Doctor’s heart to see her dearest companion so happy; she didn’t even register her own smile growing as she watched her.

“Is that my shish chicken?!” Graham cried, turning to the Doctor helplessly. “You don’t happen to have a couple quid that’d work in this century, do ya, Doc?”

The Doctor turned to him, amused, and dug around in her pocket. “I always come prepared, Graham,” she replied, pulling out a few pounds and shillings. “Who am I to deprive you of your shish chicken? Share these with Ryan, and don’t spend it all in one place!”

“You got it, Doc, much obliged!” He sauntered over to a wide-eyed Ryan, hooking an arm around his and guiding him towards an aromatic tent, his face upturned to soak in the smells.

The Doctor couldn’t believe her luck. Maybe her plan wasn’t completely spoiled after all.

“So, how was it exactly, you got Stevie Wonder to sing in 1814 on the River Thames?”

The Doctor turned to see Yaz, her hands dug in her pockets and a small smirk playing across her lips.

“Well, I can’t spare all of the details on that,” she replied, “but let’s just say he was entirely unaware of any time travel.”

Yaz chuckled. “Isn’t that a little mean?”

The Doctor pursed her lips, considering this. “In hindsight, maybe, but no harm was really done. He got to visit an exciting point in history. He’ll just never know it.”

Rolling her eyes and grinning, Yaz copied Graham’s move and hooked an arm through the Doctor’s, making both of the Time Lord’s hearts skip a beat or two. “Show me around, Doctor, since you’re clearly so familiar with the place.”

Taking the opportunity with no hesitation, the Doctor led the way towards a wooden barricade, weaving deftly through the crowd while Yaz had no problem keeping up. She looked around keenly, before emitting a relieved ‘ah!’ and dragging Yaz to a small booth, pulling out more coins from her pocket with the other hand. Handing them to a short, bespectacled man who appeared to be running the stand, she grabbed two pairs of ice skates off the counter, handing one to Yaz. “Hopefully they fit alright!”

Yaz inspected the skates, the long metal blades sharp and shining, the boots made from starchy leather, unlike any she’d find in her own time. She looked up to see the Doctor hopping from one foot to another, trying to remove her shoes and replace them with the skates without having to sit down in the snow. She chuckled at the sight, and offered her arm to steady the struggling blonde. The Doctor took it gratefully, and once she’d donned the skates, offered her own for Yaz.

Tossing their regular boots to the side, they slipped through a gap in the barricade, where snow had been shovelled away to create a rink. Children, young and old couples, and solo skaters glided around the two of them as they struggled to gain their balance.

“How likely d’you think it is that our boots will be snatched up?” Yaz queried.

The Doctor shrugged, giving her a small apologetic smile. “Probably.”

Yaz shrugged back, and the two clasped hands and began moving slowly across the ice, their skates scraping viciously as they tried to create a rhythm.

“If you let go of my hand, I’ll kill you,” Yaz said, giggling.

“You would need to be able to skate on your own to catch me.”

Yaz’s jaw dropped in amused shock as the Doctor snatched her hand back, skating away at what she probably thought was a rapid pace. The two of them laughed as they began a clumsy game of cat and mouse, wobbling and trying unsuccessfully to maintain their footing.

Eventually, the Doctor made one false move, sending her foot flying out from beneath her, and she fell on her back with a small thud. Yaz, in a desperate attempt to stop herself from crashing into her crumpled form, felt her weight shift forward as she plummeted down. She threw her hands out just in time to catch herself, hovering mere millimetres above the Doctor’s panting form. Their eyes met, both at a loss for words as their shared body heat became overwhelming and Yaz struggled to keep herself up.

“Here, let me-” The Doctor gently pushed Yaz up from under her arms, sitting up as she did so. They shuffled themselves to the edge of the rink and sat back against the barricade, grinning shyly at each other, hoping the other skaters wouldn’t be inconvenienced by their respite.

“So, waddya think?” the Doctor asked, kicking at the ice timidly.

Yaz smiled. “No Stevie Wonder in sight, but this certainly is nice.”

The Doctor opened her mouth, then closed it. She wanted to say that Stevie Wonder was entirely unnecessary when Yaz’s presence was a delight enough for her; but there was no way to know she felt the same way. Unless-

“Doctor,” Yaz interrupted her thoughts; it was her turn now to kick nervously at the ice, her eyes drifting anywhere but towards the Time Lord’s familiar gaze. “You- you said you brought your dearest friends here, a- and you didn’t originally want Ryan and Graham coming along with us.”

The Doctor couldn’t look away from Yaz’s shivering form despite the confrontation in her tone. Something about her being so vulnerable, so comfortable with her, although nervous, made her even more beautiful in that moment. She bit her lip lightly as she shifted her weight, and Yaz finally turned and locked eyes with her.

“Is- is there something you want to talk about, Doctor?”

It was rare that the Doctor was at a loss for words, but in this moment, she had nothing but love in her hearts, and it was a difficult thing to speak into existence.

Instead, she reached a hand out to caress Yaz’s cheek, cupping it, holding her gaze, her face inching closer. She waited for her to pull away, to protest, but she didn’t; in fact, she seemed to be moving in in time with her.

“... You’re good to me, Yaz,” she murmured, before their lips met tenderly, and heat blossomed within her chest. Nothing had ever felt so long-awaited and so right, and as Yaz’s hand crept around the back of her neck, the fire inside of her blazed brighter.

Her lips were impossibly soft, and the Doctor’s hearts fluttered with every movement of their mouths, her hands near losing feeling with the bliss that overwhelmed her. It felt far too soon when they inevitably pulled away, hands lingering around each other’s necks.

The Doctor almost felt relieved to see the beaming smile on Yaz’s face, both of them slightly breathless, their eyes drifting back helplessly to the other’s lips.

“We should probably go find the others,” Yaz murmured, and the Doctor blinked, bringing herself back to earth.

“Of course, yeah,” she agreed hastily, worried that she’d somehow read it wrong. She scrambled to her feet, but Yaz pulled her back down to her level.

“We should absolutely revisit this later, though,” she whispered, “Doctor.” Pressing another chaste kiss to her lips, Yaz rose to her feet, using the Doctor’s arm as a brace before the besotted Time Lord could even process what just happened.

Much to their surprise, they found their boots exactly where they’d found them, and in no rush, they replaced their ice skates with them, eyes flitting back to each other, lips still tingling and embers still glowing in their breasts.

They returned the skates, smiling first at the bespectacled man and then at each other, as if they shared a scandalous secret. They wandered through the fair in search of their friends, the snow falling around them as they disappeared into the crowds, hand in hand.

[scarletwitch1918]

Personally I’m enraged by this outcome

[spectralpooch]

... but would wataru call eichi "eichi-kun"? 🤔

[lemondeabicyclette]

Najadi cite Poutine qui, lors d'un discours le 5 octobre à Sotchi déclarait Klaus Schwab du WEF "une cible militaire légitime". pour sa tentative ratée de prise de contrôle du monde par son Agenda 2030.

[give-me-your-forearms]

I normally can't bring myself to read MxF fanfic but I tried to read one yesterday simply because Gill was a part of the pairing. I couldn't make it very far because they said that Gill was wearing a suit and I cannot STAND this, why would he dress like his brother???? Sure there were many other reasons why I didn't like it but the suit was what did it for me, just use Urien at this point help

actually it may be for the best that it wasn't Urien because then I'd be upset that they ruined my raging muscle man

[pinkandblueblurbs]

ROSITA YOU MISSED? YOU FUCKING MISSED?

[madmaxxing]

on the bg3 disabled post line, like. aiy'igs cult is a bunch of disabled losers. i rly just wanted to take the concept of the conventional malign lovecraftian cult and turn it inside out

the goddess in question is of love and fertility, she also has a very big area of charm influence she does not control

99% the culties are people who had a lot of bad shit happen to them in their previous life and for the most part chose to join this as a chance to have a do-over on a blank slate (this is mostly dm's work) and the bodies they come back into are ever so slightly off. nosith is completely colorblind, anemone is so flimsy her skeleton is floating in her body... i try to suggest traits to the dm that'd come from the fish each is based off of

they also all suffer amnesia from their previous life. each experiences life uniquely from other culties and yet for the most part they're a big family that does their best to thrive. ofc they have some creepier more culty members (nosith & thesisa) but for the most part they mind their business

[fangirlingintellectual]

The sheer joy in Gill's face istg

Shaadi kab? 💘

[ditzyredrobin]

Tim Drake is a mermaid.

Well, sort of, kinda, unbeknownst to him or his parents.

It all comes to light when he’s going through some of his mother’s belongings that had been packed away after her death, trying to find something that would remind him of her. He was beginning to forgot her face, her voice, the way the said his name, or even if she said, “I love you.”

His mother is dead. His father is dead. He just needed something tangible to prove she was there.

Carefully packed away he find a ruby necklace it’s a simple golden chain and pendant the he recognizes from one of the Wayne’s galas, the way it refracted the light and made her eyes glow.

He takes it out of the box and it’s almost unnaturally cool to the touch which isn’t even the weirdest part. When he takes it in his palm, something just sort of shifts in him, like the pieces of a puzzle slipped into place and he just feels whole. If he didn’t know any better, he would say there was a flash of golden light, but that just had to be a trick of the light… right?

That night, on patrol, Tim is shot and takes a plunge into the harbor.

There wasn’t enough time to slip in his rebreather and the floatation device in his utility belt won’t inflate and he’s drowning.

Down and down and he can’t breathe until he just… can…?

This time there really is a flash of gold and tattoos cover his skin, curling and swirling down his arms and chest.

Scales replace skin, he grows webbed fingers, and honest to god gills. And that’s not even the weirdest part. Not, there’s a tail. He. Has. A. Tail. His legs fuse into a deep red, almost black tail.

That’s when Dick, as Nightwing, swoops in and drags him to the surface. Tim too deep in shock to fight it.

When they get to the surface and all parties involved realize what’s happened Tim is like: “Wtf?”

And Dick is like: “Wtf?”

And Batman just shakes his head because now he has to call Arthur.

In true H2O: Just Add Water fashion, when he dries, the tail and gills go away leaving him with the tattoos that fade into what looks like regular ink.

As it turns out the necklace is an Atlantean artifact that ignited some long-lost Atlantean heritage in Tim thought to be long since died out.

Arthur is smug, Bruce wants to punch him, and Tim has garnered the nickname Fishboy (a la Jason Todd).

[13thdoctorposts]

The amount of bias against 13 era Who is a real WTF, it was like people just wanted to be negative. We've all heard 'tHe WrItInG WaS bAd'. But people also just choose to be more negative and hostile towards it... for example

Legend of the Sea Devils... people couldn't stop talking about how bad it was. It got a 3 star review from Radio Times...

The title and first line are...

Doctor Who: Legend of the Sea Devils review – classic monsters resurface in maritime mediocrity

The Sea Devils are faithfully resurrected but the adventure on the South China sea is wishy-washy.

Do you know what else got a 3 star review? The Star Beast...

But how did they frame this even though it has the exact same star rating? As wishy washy? as mediocre?... of course not it's framed in a positive way 👇

Doctor Who - The Star Beast review: Saturday night magic is back

There's a very big adventure coming.

Even though its not relevant they also had to take a dig in the first couple paragraphs of The Star Beast review at the previous era 'You'd be forgiven for wondering if we've travelled back in time, but no, this is Doctor Who in 2023, and how sorely it's been missed... Doctor Who hasn't been at its very best for a long while'... like I said this was rated the same as tLotSD... in tLotSD opening paragraph... "I feel a bit sorry for today’s young viewers. I grew up watching Doctor Who in the 1970s and, while it might not have been immense every single week, we could rely on a fairly steady stream of classics – and scares and chills agogo. Sitting through Legend of the Sea Devils is like watching seaweed dry." Same rating different framing... this put the viewer into a different mindset before watching it, it primes them to see the negative rather than the positive.

And for good measure The Power of the Doctor which got 4 stars was framed in a 'oh its good but still not great' way... 👇

Doctor Who: The Power of the Doctor review – A satisfying finale to an erratic 4-year chapter

Despite an abundance of distractions, Jodie Whittaker and Mandip Gill remain the throbbing heart of the story.

According to this star rating this episode is better then The Star Beast but you wouldn't now that from the words. The bias against 13 era Who and the writing is both real and insane and nothing will change my mind on that because we are constantly shown evidence of it.

[mcsm-confessions]

i pushed aiden off of that cliff in ep 5 and i dont feel guilty bcs fuck that guy 😁😁 i love you maya and gill but wtf

(i love how you could tell gill absolutely did not want to be there but was just happy to hang out with his friends, bummed he chose aiden to hang around bcs he was lowkey kinda chill before the terrorist thing i am not looking past that what the hell maya and gill)

poor lukas man all three of his old best friends that he risked his life for all are terrible people

~~~

[eldrigeonsss]

magical girl gill would look best with the short skirt/tall boot combo imo

but like hella voluptuous short skirt

YOURE SO RIGHT WTF??????

[the-ghost-rat]

Hey maybe @ me next time you decide to screenshot my post n take it out of context to defend your precious white sad boy(tm) thanks 😁

I never said valetine wasnt a bad boyfriend-he was but to use him specifically to act lik ppl legitmently think his a good boyfriend to dunk on ppl who dont like gill n dont think his a good boyfriend is stupid & says more about gill then it ever will valetine-out of ALL the men you could think. You SPECIFICALLY choose the character written to be a toxic boyfriend whos a closested gay to show that gill is actually a good boyfriend-listen to yourself , you cannot use a character who is blatently written to be an abusive boyfriend to compare him to a character whos supposed to be a good boyfriend n act like their definitely comparable , this entire argument relies on the idea that ppl love draculaura n valetines relationship when no one damn does your not supposed to love it, ppl love valetine bcus of his redemption arc- thats not the same as gill who your supposed to love him n lagoonas relationship

Dont pull a “but think about his situation-“ cus i been w ppl in his situation n they were still bad ppl themselves , they were litreal racists who would make me feel like utter ahit for just calling them out , you all constantly excuse gill cus he happened to have a racist family yet litrealy treat lagoona like shes “the aggressor” WHEN SHES THE FUCKING VICTIM OF IT. SHES THE ONE MOST FUCKING EFFECTED BY THIS. NOT GILL

I'm not gonna engage but like

what??? Valentine still convinced girls he was pursuing them romantically just to steal their hearts??? which made him a bad boyfriend???what does the gay part that came later have to do with that????

anyways Gil is the most widely misunderstood and misrepresented character in g1 and yall can stay mad