just watched the eleventh hour for the first time in like five (six? seven?) years…. i hate to say a single good thing about moffat but the setup is sooo magical and emotionally engaging right off the bat it’s unbelievable. i hate knowing that it totally falls apart later on because i want to just sit back and enjoy the fairytale of it all. i wish i cared about any of the s11 companions half as much as i care about amy pond. the fact that moffat had her be a kissogram makes me want to set his house on fire
im gonna scream, like……i KNOW. i love the eleventh hour and the beast below SO much and i know i’ve said this before but i think that fairytale energy, the sci-fi spin on a peter pan story is such a departure from RTD in this new and exciting way. it was just a concept that had so much to offer, if we’d just had a writer who respected amy as a character (or like, any women at all), this could have been a story about the emotionally nuanced relationship between eleven and amy, one that dealt with eleven’s poor treatment and gaslighting of amy more transparently and allowed her to share equal footing with him and let her voice be heard when eleven treated her unfairly. it could have actually focused on what it meant for amy to go from a world where nothing in her life made sense to regaining her parents and some sense of normalcy LITERALLY overnight instead of repeatedly using her struggles as window dressing to supplement boring overly complicated puzzle-plots. the basic foundation was there and they ran it into the ground out of sheer misogny and spite and it makes me so miserable. mr. moffat why do you hate women sooooo fucking much you made river song
tory power stance is still the funniest thing to come out of uk party politics in a long time
CHOOSE YOUR FIGHTER
I feel like I need to talk about the random shit I know about this pose. As they paid a guy a lot of money to come up with a pose that’d make the important tories look POWERFUL and IMPOSING. And they guy came up with this, but it was only meant for photos of the torso up and none of them realised.
how dull for you to live your life without any hills to die on, you, on your vast flat barren plains of compromise, acceptance, and accommodation, while I reign supreme over the lush, rolling highlands of stupid shit I have irrationally chosen to stake my entire identity on
as you get older, you realize that you’re not always right and there’s so many things you could’ve handled better, so many situations where you could’ve been kinder and all you can really do is forgive yourself and let your mistakes make you a better person.
