#Foreman Structure

[silversword7000]

Who from dr house would cannibalize first in a plane crash scenario

Ok I'm so not gonna lie I think House would cannibalize first and like he would do literally anything to keep him and Wilson alive. I think he would eat either Chase or Cameron first.

[androdconstruction]

“From blueprints to buildings, we’re making dreams tangible.”

— Larry “The Foreman” Franklin

[kraniumet]

he genuinely just wants to be told to do various tasks that are not beneficial to him

[vigilante-3073]

Imagine instead of will they won’t they with Cuddy it’s with reader. Either on his team or just a colleague. After the building collapse and house having to amputate the girls leg and her dying he calls reader (like in the episode but instead of him hallucinating it’s real.)

Life & Death

Gregory House x Female Doctor Reader

Summary: House leans on a colleague after losing a patient.

TW: Mentions of blood/death, boss/employee relationship, age gap, mentions of nudity.

House sat silently on the floor of his bathroom, staring off into space as time passed. His shirt was covered in dust and speckled with blood, his ears were ringing as he held the pills in his hand.

The gauze that was taped to his neck had been saturated for too long. He could feel the blood beginning to soak into the material of his shirt.

His body was trembling and his heart pounded in his chest, but he felt completely numb to everything around him. House knew that he was in shock, but having a diagnosis didn't help.

House blamed himself for that woman's death, her leg had been crushed when a crane collapsed onto a parking structure and they were forced to amputate.

A fat embolism traveled to her lungs and killed her in the ambulance before they arrived at the hospital. House could still hear the panicked cries of her husband as he pleaded with them to do something.

Nothing could be done.

She couldn't be saved.

House had waited too long to amputate, wanting to save her leg and comply with her wishes when it couldn't be done. An entire parking structure had fallen down on her and he should've known better.

He was a fool and his indecision had killed her.

House was angry, he had done everything by the book and he couldn't save her. He had lashed out at Foreman at the hospital before returning home to his apartment alone.

House knew exactly where he was going and what he was looking for when he stepped into that bathroom. He wanted to stop remembering her face, her voice and the distressed pleading of her husband.

House desperately wanted to make the feelings stop, he wanted to get high.

House beelined for the pill bottle of Vicodin that he had stashed behind his mirror. House smashed the mirror into the bathtub, hoping that it would quell his anger but it didn't.

He sat on the floor and stared down at the pills in his hand, daring himself to take them. His sobriety was an important to him, but he couldn't handle the pain he was feeling without some help.

House shuffled the pills in his palm before a noise in the hallway caught his attention. Y/N slowly made her way over to the bathroom, leaning on door jamb as she looked down at him.

Y/N had been a part of House's team since the beginning, she was relatively young but incredibly qualified. Y/N was a kind person and she always saw the best in people, even when they didn't deserve it.

Their relationship was complicated and it always had been. Y/N cared about House and his well-being, he was certain that he had disappointed her at every turn but she still stuck by him.

She was one of the few people in the world that he could be truly honest with. Y/N never judged him and often offered some rather helpful advice. It was rare that House had complete vulnerability with someone and he would always hold her in a high esteem.

"Are you going to leap across the room and grab them out of my hand?" House asked, breathing heavily.

"No, it's your choice," Y/N said softly.

"Okay... Just so you know, I'm finding it hard to see the downside," He said, looking down at the pills in his hand.

"Can I help you change the bandage on your shoulder?" She questioned.

"Is that why you're here? Foreman sent you?" House asked.

"No, but he told me about what happened," Y/N said, moving into the bathroom and leaning back against the wall across from him.

"I'm sorry for your loss, House," She said.

"Wasn't my loss," He replied simply.

"You were with her and you talked to her. You may not have known her well, but she was your patient and you lost her too," Y/N said.

"I was an idiot," House stated, staring down at the floor between them.

"No, you weren't. You tried to save her leg, you couldn't have known it would cause an embolism," Y/N said, sitting down on the floor across from him with her back leaned against the wall.

"A building fell on top of her. I was stupid to think that I could save her leg," He scoffed, shaking his head.

"She needed someone and you were there. That's what matters," Y/N said.

"I think the fact that I killed her matters more," He snapped.

Y/N didn't reply and House took a breath, "I'm sorry," He muttered.

"It's okay," She nodded.

A comfortable silence settled between them, House felt tears gather in his eyes as he pictured Hannah's face. He knew that the image would fade with time, but he could clearly remember her panicked gaze and trembling lips.

Y/N stood up and House looked up at her, "Don't go," He said quickly.

"I'm just going to get my kit, I'll be right back," She said, he nodded.

Y/N made her way out of the bathroom and down the hallway before she disappeared from his sight. His heart began to race as he looked down, closing his eyes as he tried to calm his breathing.

"Hey, I'm right here," Y/N said, kneeling down beside him.

House opened his eyes and looked up at her, Y/N sent him a reassuring smile as she pulled out her supplies. House looked down, opening the pill bottle and allowing the two tablets to slide back into the container.

He put the lid on and tossed it aside, Y/N stood up and grabbed a cloth from the shelf. She turned on the tap and waited until the water was warm before dampening the cloth.

"Can you take off your shirt?" Y/N asked.

House shrugged off his jacket and pulled off his shirt, tossing the stained material aside. Y/N returned and knelt down beside him, she wiped the dirt and blood from his face gently.

House watched her as she rinsed the cloth a few more times, washing as much of the dirt from his skin as possible.

Y/N peeled back the old bandage and threw it into the garbage. She cleaned his wounds gently and rebandaged them carefully.

"Why don't you go sit down for a bit while I clean up the glass?" Y/N said, he nodded.

Y/N stood up from the floor and offered her hand to him, House took her hand as he stood up from the floor with a grimace.

He looked up at her and their gazes met, his eyes searched her face as he slowly leaned in. House pressed his lips to hers in a gentle kiss, his hand settled on her hip as she moved her lips against his.

Y/N pulled away, her cheeks were flushed and her breathing was heavy as she looked up at him.

"Um, you should go sit. I'll come get you when you can shower," Y/N said softly, he nodded.

...

It took Y/N a half an hour to clean up the mess and get rid of the broken glass. House showered and he expected her to be gone when he finished but he was pleasantly surprised to find her waiting for him.

Y/N changed his bandage and began to pack her things into her kit. House felt like he would fall apart if she left, her kindness was the only thing keeping him together.

House's hand found her wrist, his grip was gentle enough that she could easily pull away, but he hoped that she wouldn't.

Y/N paused as she looked up at him, "Please don't go," He said softly.

"I'm not going anywhere," Y/N assured.

He tugged on her wrist gently and she turned to face him, "I need you," He said.

"I'm here," Y/N replied.

House released her wrist and took a step closer to her, he slowly wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her body into his arms. Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him tightly as he closed his eyes.

He breathed in the scent of her perfume, feeling the softness of her hair against his skin. She was the only person he wanted to see, the most important person in his entire world and he hadn't realized it.

House pulled away after a few minutes, his hands lingered on her waist as her hands slowly slid down his arms.

"I love you," He said.

"House, you went through something traumatic today and you're not thinking clearly," Y/N said softly.

"I love you," House repeated.

"Tell me again tomorrow and I'll believe you," She said, her eyes flickering over his face.

House leaned in and pressed his lips to hers softly, he pulled her closer by her waist. Y/N moved her lips against his, her hands feeling warm and gentle against his skin.

Y/N pulled away and House chased her lips, "We shouldn't do this," She mumbled, leaning her forehead against his and closing her eyes.

"I want you. I want this," House stated.

Y/N allowed him to reconnect their lips, he couldn't get enough of her. House needed to hold her and be held by her, he was desperate for her touch and his own neediness terrified him.

Y/N was everything he'd ever wanted, she was kind, gentle, intelligent and absolutely gorgeous. She may have been quite a bit younger than him, but it didn't matter.

House was in love with her and he missed her kiss as soon as she pulled away.

Y/N smiled at him, "Just a second," She mumbled.

Her hands lifted the material of his shirt off over his head, dropping it down onto the floor. House stepped closer to her, his hands settling on her hips before grasping the material of her shirt and lifting it off over her head too.

Y/N stepped out of her shoes and unbuttoned her pants, shimmying the material down her legs before kicking it aside. House watched her as she reached out and untied his pyjama pants, pushing the material down his legs.

Y/N knelt down in front of him, "What are you doing?" He asked softly.

Y/N reached out and touched the scarred over area on his thigh, "You don't have to," House mumbled.

"I want to," She replied, leaning in and pressing a kiss to the spot.

His eyelids fluttered, breath hitching as she looked up at him from her spot on the floor. House held out his hand, helping her up and pulling her closer to himself.

House had never felt accepted like he did when he was with Y/N. She cared about him and had always been willing to put up with whatever nonsense he managed to send her way.

Y/N made him want to be a better person and she showed him that he had value beyond his knowledge. He shouldn't be interested in her, she was his underling and he was old enough to be her father.

There was just something about her that he couldn't resist.

Maybe it was out of a malicious need to corrupt anything good or a desperate grasp at what he thought happiness could look like. Whatever it was, he was willing to put everything on the line for her.

House had never felt this way about someone before and he knew it was love. Real and unapologetic love.

His hands rested on her hips, palms skating up her sides as he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair as he walked her back towards his bed.

House gave Y/N a gentle shove as her knees met with the back of the mattress. She fell back with a soft laugh, scooting up to lay with her head on the pillows.

House crawled over her body, "I love you," He said.

"Show me," Y/N replied.

"I can definitely do that," He said.

...

House laid awake, listening to the soft sounds of her breath as she lay beside him. Y/N slept with her bare back pressed against his side and the covers draped over her.

Her hair cascaded over the pillows, catching the morning sunlight as she dozed. House turned onto his side slowly and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her body closer to himself.

Y/N let out a soft hum as her hands settled over his forearms, her fingers brushing over his skin gently.

"Did you sleep okay?" Y/N asked softly.

"Didn't sleep," He said.

"Why didn't you wake me up?" She questioned.

"I was watching you sleep. Would have been counter intuitive to wake you up," House said.

Y/N huffed a laugh, "That sounds creepy, House," She replied.

"I thought it was romantic," He said, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.

Y/N hummed, smiling softly as he kissed his way up to to her neck.

"What time is it?" She asked.

"Almost eleven o'clock," He said.

"What? I'm late. I have to go," Y/N said quickly, attempting to sit up.

House tightened his hold on her waist, "I already called in for us," He said.

"You told Cuddy that I was here?" Y/N asked.

"Did you want me to lie?" House questioned.

"No, but isn't that going to screw up the team? What if she wants to transfer me?" Y/N asked, reluctantly laying back and looking over at him.

"She won't," House stated.

Y/N huffed, "How can you know that?" She asked.

"Because I told her that I need you. If you go, I go," He said simply.

"House, that's insane," Y/N replied.

"You're worth it," He stated.

The couple spent the day together in House's apartment, he made her breakfast and they shared a bath together before sitting on the couch.

They played cards and board games for hours, he made her laugh and he had never heard a more beautiful sound. He knew that they would have to part ways eventually but he cherished every minute that they spent together.

House slept with her a few more times before she had to return home. He found himself grasping for just one more minute with her. Y/N lingered by the door, her coat draped over her arm and the strap of her medical kit slung over her shoulder.

"Y/N, wait," He said. She paused, looking over at him with her hand on the doorknob.

House's eyes flickered over her face, committing every feature to memory like he would never see her again.

"Is everything okay?" She questioned.

"I don't want you to go," House stated.

"I can't stay here forever," Y/N said with a soft smile.

"I love you," He said.

Her hand slipped from the doorknob as she stepped over to him, "Do you really mean that, House?" She questioned.

He nodded, "I have never meant anything more in my life... I want to wake up next to you every day and go to sleep beside you every night. I have never felt this way about someone and it scares the crap out of me, but you're worth it," House said.

Y/N pressed a gentle kiss to his lips before pulling away, "I love you too, House," She stated.

Their relationship would be complicated, it would probably end in tragedy but he hoped that it wouldn't. Y/N was the greatest person he had ever met and if things didn't work out with her, they wouldn't work out with anyone.

He was lucky that he had her to lean on and he would always be grateful for her.

[niqhtlord01]

Humans are weird: The one who returns

(A continuation of: Humans are weird: They sing going to war)

Though my comrades laughed I continued the human tradition, and to my relief I was rewarded by what gods of theirs were listening.

On my first drop after I started to sing an anti-air shell punctured straight through my dropship. It tore a hole the size of my torso through the hull, reducing the squad mate who had been sitting their laughing at me into a red mist, and then out through the other side before detonating. The craft rocked and lurched but it held together long enough for us to reach the surface.

In my first battle I was pinned down in the ruins of a structure trading fire with a squad of enemy soldiers on the opposite street. We’d been stuck in that firefight for almost an hour trading fire; neither side daring to race across the dead land between us. I had just ducked back to slap in a fresh clip when a shredder grenade was flung through the window and landed at my feet. I had seen what they could due and knew my time had come as there was no chance for me to escape the room before it detonated. Yet as I kept my voice strong in song a stray blaster bolt struck the ceiling above me loosening a chunk of masonry. The piece came loose and fell directly on to the grenade causing the ground beneath it to crumble and continue falling into the floor below before it detonated leaving me unharmed.

What truly astounded me though is when my squad was assigned to capture a metal recycling facility on the outskirts of the city. Reports had identified the complex as a rallying point for scattered enemy squads looking to regroup so we were sent in to neutralize the threat. We arrived in good order and began investigating the factory when the machinery suddenly came to life. A metallic sheering blade the size of my body swung at me from the gloom and would have nearly chopped my head off had I not noticed the red glow it began to emit as it powered up. My comrades were not as lucky and three of them were cleaved like bloody paper. From above I saw the operator of the machinery at what had once been a foreman control post and let loose a barrage of blaster fire. He fell quickly enough and in the confusion of battle between the enemy forces now flooding onto the facility floor I made my way up to the control post. It took a minute to unravel the nature of the controls but in short order I had redirected our would-be machine adversaries to turn on their former compatriots. The facility was ours within the hour with myself once more remaining the only one untouched from harm.

As my squad began shuffling off to wait for a medvac I found myself drawn to the machinery. The giant blades now stood silent and powered down and I ran a hand against them. Even powered off they were sharper than anything I had ever come across and when on had so easily cut through armor meant to deflect raw energy discharges. I’m not sure if it was from the shellshock of battle or from my recent time spent with the human warriors, but I felt something calling to me from the blade. It took some time to dismantle but by the time the medvac transport arrived I had freed it from its housing and dragged in onboard. If my squad had anything to say about it those that could still speak kept their own council.

Back in orbit I dragged the metallic blade to the human’s section of the ship. I had found myself in their company more and more when time permitted between deployments. Their talk of ancient gods and wards of protection were what interested me at first, but they were but the first steps into the depth of my fascination of their culture. I showed them the giant blade and told them of how it had slain my comrades. Some of them spoke how it reminded them of the blade of Surtr which heralded Ragnarök, while others insisted that it was more akin Skofnung, a king’s blade imbued with the spirts of his most loyal warriors.

The debate went on from friendly disagreements into an open brawl between the opposing factions, but their engineers remained focused on the material itself and asked what I wished to do with it. I had heard many of the legends of the humans by now and knew many of them carried great weapons, so I wished them to fashion me one from this blade as well. They were hesitant at first as the work alone would be immense and they had other duties to attend to, so I offered them whatever material of the giant blade would be theirs to do with as they pleased. With such an offer made their eyes went wide and they barely had time to agree to the terms as they snatched the giant factory tool and carried it off between the still brawling throngs.

Three days passed and I heard nothing from them. My next deployment was on the fourth and just before I was to embark on the transport the engineers came before me. With great glee they presented me with my new weapon.

Now a fraction of its former size, the blade could easily be wielded with one of my hands. I took several swings of it and I could feel the very air itself around it buzzing as it sliced through it. To add to the moment the human engineers directed my attention to a bright red button on the hilt of the weapon. No sooner had I pressed it did the blade coursing with power. A soft orange glow began to emit from the blade as it once more became as powerful as the first time I saw it in the facility. As if to emphasize its keenness they had me hold the blade up then swung one of their own rifles at it like a club. The blade sliced through the body of the rifle and it fell to the floor with a loud clutter.

Impressed by their work I nodded my thanks and joined my comrades on the dropship. It would be the last time anyone on the ship would call me by my name. When I returned I would be known by other names but the one that most stuck was Ne’ya Ruel, which in my people’s tongue translated to “The one who Returns”  

[nobodys1fault]

HOW DO TOU DRAW. LIEK. UM. UTS HUST SO YUMMY LOOKING?? HOW DO TOU DO BODIES?? ABD FACES??? HELP ITS SO HARD FOR ME

HEHEHWJSJD THANK YOUUU 🌷🌷

Well my artstyle it's simple really, heavily inspired by cartoons, especially this guys

They helped me to capture the most important features on faces (nose, face structure and hair, don't care a lot about eyes in this style, i usually just do dots. They do carry lots of expression, same with the mouth). It's the thing that makes the character recognizable, so it's just doing it over and over again, till you can see the escense ¿¿ of the character (my school books are filled with faces)

I use lots of references for dynamic poses, some examples of how they turn out

sketches (i don't have a lot 😿)

idk if you can see it, but i usually use boxes for the torso and like, smooth lines for the limbs, if i want to do realistics arms and legs i just look for references bc anatomy?? Never heard of it

Ps: LOTSSS of circles, round lines, it usually depends on the character (ex. For foreman i use squares) but for bodies i use CIRCLES

Now hands

i think this explains how i do it. Heavily inspired in TAWOG, SU, and other cartoons since that's all i watch

I also use my hands as reference, since i have really thin fingers and wrists, and check if it's possible and anatomically correct

Conclusion: cartoons...

[yoghurtsgirl]

If I held that wish baby, I would wish that Russell T Davies never returned to Doctor Who

RTD2 has been a colossal mess. Last season was maybe the worst series the show has ever had, with the only truly good episode being Rogue. After The Empire of Death, I thought I was done with the show. Then I killed time by watching Joy to the World on Boxing Day and I thought I was done with the show. But on my quest to show my girlfriend Doctor Who, I thought hey it might be an idea to do the new stuff just so she knows why I don't like it. And guess what we found?

We both really liked this series. The Robot Revolution was a super fun camp introduction to the season, with Belinda instantly being ten times more of a character than Ruby Bloody Sunday was. Lux was creatively unique and even though I wasn't a huge fan of it, it was a big swing which I really enjoyed it taking. The Well was a surprisingly great base-under-siege sequel to Midnight, something I never thought could happen. Lucky Day touched on really interesting themes and emotional beats even if it didn't stick the landing. The Story and the Engine was absolutely fantastic, pure joy and the most original episode in all of Doctor Who. And then we got the Interstellar Song Contest - an episode with incredible production values but god awful internal politics.

And here we are. Wish World, a story has some real interesting meta commentary of conservative power-structures that suppress people who don't fit in with the patriarchal worldview, how the world the right-wing strive to get back never really existed, and they have to ignore literal holes in their philosophy for their fiction to make sense. The production design is superb and it does look lush, with redressings of sets in super clever ways. On a production design and on a commentary level it is better than last year’s first part of the finale, but it left me feeling nothing. It left me feeling very little hope for The Reality War. I've been let down before by this show, and been let down by you, Russell. Surely you won't do that again.

Well Russell, fool me once shame on me, fool me twice? Fuck you.

The Reality War. What a heap of absolute piss. There's something truly incestous about the show now. This god-damn boys club that's had its claws in the show since the 90's is still here, and it refuses to progress. When the show returned in 2005, Russell was on record saying the kids watching the show in twenty years would be running it, they would be Doctor Who. 20 years later the old bugger is still here. And I have to wonder, was it worth it? Is all this worth it?

The MCU-ification of the show - and all media, let's be honest - is a plague. I don't mind the deal with Disney, I don't mind the lil mid-credit scenes I guess. What I do mind is how the show is being made as content and that's it. It's jangly keys tv. It's not a show, it's not made as a production. It's made out of legal obligation. This show is being made for ten year olds who have been watching the show for forty five years. It's made so broadly and yet so fucking niche it's for nobody. I enjoy lil cameos here and there, I enjoy lil references to silly little lore. What I hate is building entire episodes - nay, seasons - off references to decade old plot points that haven't been referenced since 1983. Oh, speaking of which...

Susan Foreman. Hi Susan. I love Susan. Why were you here? Or specifically, why weren't you here? If I had a nickel for each series of Doctor Who which built up the big return of The Doctor's first companion, only for her to not actually appear, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot but it's weird it not only happened twice, but in back to back seasons no less. Her cameo in Interstellar Song Contest was nice, but it amounted to nothing. Why was she here? Who was she for? The Fugitive Doctor's cameo in Story and the Engine was nice, but amounted to nothing more than jangly keys. The Thirteenth Doctor's cameo here amounted to nothing because she pops in, and it's lovely to see her again, but her whole cameo only existed for one reason - to give me vindication on how good her era actually was and how no one fucking believed me. We had it so good, man

The Rani - why? She's a character that exists only to be The Master-lite. I do like her, but she's often just a less interesting villain archetype. She's camp, she's silly, but that's kinda about it. I'm glad her grand return happened so we can stop with the "oooh the Rani is coming back" speculation every damn year, but god almighty what was this? Mrs Flood is the epitome of making it up as you go along. There's no arc, there's no actual thinking things through. Go back and watch her first appearances in Season One - she's clearly not The Rani. She just exists to be a buzzword so people can make lore videos about. "Ooh, are you not excited this character who hasn't appeared since The Doctor was Scottish five times ago is coming back??"

No. Because I care about writing. I care about plotting. I care about this show. Well, fuck me. Because if I had a nickel for each time a season finale brought back a legacy character who aspired to be a God, reduced his character to just being another boring God, with a CGI body of a dog, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot but it's weird it's happened twice... two seasons in a row. Why is Omega here and why is he like this? He got Sutekh'd. Holy fuck. How was this allowed to happen.

Why is there no story? Why is it all fluff and waffle. And when there is a story, about the Doctor having a daughter and how if they fix the world she disappears from time, why does it not matter? They pretend it does, but it not only is obviously a reshoot but it clearly lacks all the emotional weight of times long gone. You cannot tell me RTD2 was made to be accessible for new fans, and at the same time mention Looms in the same sentence. Because Looms are canon now. LOOMS. FUCKING LOOMS. The most insane and worst part of 90's Who Lore. Hey, remember that time the Time Lords got cursed by a witch and made them sterile? No? Well that's canon now. Oh, and bi-generation was explained as something Time Lords can do to reproduce, and not actually a one off magical event based on a Time Lord myth. WHAT THE FUCK REASONING IS THAT FOR THAT ALREADY AWFUL IDEA???? The Doctor having children was such a huge part of the show in RTD1, and how he lost them (in the Time War or not) was super impactful. But now he's retconned his own era - the Doctor never had kids because he's sterile but Susan... exists...?

Susan is a real weird part of the show because she existed pre-all this lore about The Doctor and the Time Lords and regeneration came about. He left her on an alien world to live a life of her own, and said he would come back for her. He never did. His granddaughter. But because of all the new lore over the years, her place in the show was left super unclear. Was she a Time Lord? Could she regenerate? Would she age like a human or a Gallifreyan? Well fuck you, because now she's not even the Doctor's grandkid. I don't want those answers to be explored really, because exploring too much of the Doctor's past could be damaging, and damning in Susan's case. But the answer is now no, she's not even his grandkid, is fucking insane to me.

And look, nostalgia is a dangerous thing. Nostalgia is a really powerful tool but it's remembering a past that never truly existed, it's the memories of past events that should stay that. And it's always good to remember. But that same boys club running the show for the past 20+ years refuse to let go of nostalgia. Because Ncuti is gone. And Billie Piper is the next Doctor Who

I fucking mean this, that is the single choice that has forever broken the show. Hey, Doctor Who is Rose Tyler now. Rose Tyler, his ex, who he last saw hundreds and thousands of years ago and six regenerations ago. We've had five Doctor Who's since David Tennant (first) left the TARDIS. And Rose has not been relevant in the show since 2009. Why are we still doing this? Beyond the optics of regenerating into his ex, beyond the nostalgia-baiting, I have to ask. Does anyone even care about Rose Tyler like this anymore? I have no hope for the future of the show, because it refuses to let go of the past.

And poor Ncuti. I feel so bad for him. He was so hard-done by. Two seasons of poor scripts, awful plotting, negative character arc. He came in with nat-20 charisma and I love him for that, and in this season he got to pull back the layers a little more and have him be a more complex character. All for it to come undone here. The best Doctor who deserved better; he's joined that pantheon alongside Colin Baker, Paul McGann, Peter Capaldi, and Jo Martin. The only Dalek appearance in his era was a reused clip from Day of the Daleks (which, by the way, was a clip from the special edition that featured new Dalek voices by Nicholas Briggs, which means the original serial isn't canon but the special edition is? Oh my god, Russell T Davies is the George Lucas of Doctor Who...) The only Cyberman appearance in his era was in a comic strip. No, we're not doing old baddies unless we're turning them into big dogs. No, we have whole new baddies and monsters! Like... a Nazi, a victim of a genocide who is villainised to the extent the Doctor joins the cause to kill him, and a monster made of snot. WOW, SO INCREDIBLE THERE

There is no sauce here. Nothing special. The directing and blocking in this episode was truly awful. The lighting flat as a pancake. Insane uses of characters. Anita from that god awful Christmas special stands there as a doorstop and says nothing for the entire episode. They throw the main companion into a literal fucking box for half the episode and she does nothing. Rose, Donna's transgender daughter is also here. And again, she does nothing (at least this time she did more than only look at a bloody iPad though). Like,,, wow, go girlies!! Give us NOTHING!!! 

Also it's insane that the optics of the story where a fascist creates an alt-timeline where the men go to work and the women stay at homes to look after the babies, only for the resolution of the story to have the main female character stay in the sci-fi cube. Now that's what I call feminism. Reducing a female character to just being a mother. Belinda wanted to get home all this time because she was an independent woman who had a life of her own to lead, with zero set up of her wanting to start a family. She even hated the idea of being Mrs, of being seen as incomplete if she didn’t adhere to a family unit. But no, the Doctor commits suicide to change time and make her a single mother and rewrite her entire life. What the fuck. Also insane that Anita is a pregnant woman, yet her whole function in saving the day is to stay standing for uncomfortably long. It’s not like pregnant women need major physical support or anything. Fuck off. The gender politics of this episode Jesus fucking Christ. 

It’s truly fucked up. Why did no one stop this? Poppy getting erased from time, The Doctor awkwardly giving up his life to save his and Belinda's daughter, only for her to come back and re-write Belinda's entire timestream so she was a single mother. Because in this story, women are just for breeding or something?? Wtf is that about. It's insane that the Doctor died like this even. On paper I love the Doctor giving up his life to save one person. That's so so good and something that has been done before, and even in this era the idea of one person being missing is so heartbreaking and the Doctor would do anything to remedy that. But the emotional and thematic beat of the Doctor finally having a biological child (which is a heap of piss but let's go along with it for a moment) is completely gone because no, he doesn't have a kid. Poppy doesn’t matter because her life got completely rewritten too. We don’t even meet her dad. Fuck you.

This has been a whole ramble of a review, and I have so so many more thoughts on it. This is entirely unstructured, but I'm disappointed. My girlfriend Jane is disappointed. She's a pathological enjoyer of media, she's somebody who will find the good in anything and love it for that (is that why she's dating me, chat?) and she hated it. I hated it. And you should hate this too.

If 1980's Doctor Who was not worth saving, this shit isn't either. I said the same last year, and I'll say it again. I hope Disney pulls out. Doctor Who deserves better than Bad Wolf and Russell T Davies.

Sack Russell T Davies, sack Jane Tranter, sack Phil Collinson, sack Julie Gardner, sack Murray Gold. And then I'll come back to the show...

[oriley42]

Serious question but no need to answer if you don’t want to

I see a lot of talk about Amber’s portrayal being sexist in the show, but I’m not quite sure why? To me her motives always seemed really well-defined (high pressure = “I’m only worthy when I’m successful”) so she puts on this sharky mask with a feminine facade so she is feminine enough to get a certain amount of approval but never shows how much she cares (which could be used against her but also could be used to undermine her “oh you’re too soft”). I thought the show did an excellent job of showing a mask for her

But a lot of people talk about 00s sexism and how it impacts her characterization. The sexism… Is it that she gets called a cutthroat bitch? Or how her story revolves around a man after she leaves House’s team? Is it the fridging?

Any of those could be it I guess but it just sounds like you and others are talking about something a little more fundamental to her personhood so I thought I’d ask if I’m missing anything.

Very interesting question! I think you're getting at exactly the trickiness of the issue, which is that sexism always operates systemically. It's not that any key aspect of Amber's character "is" misogynist, it's that every aspect of her character is automatically filtered through a lens of sexism.

In today's world where "bitch" has been very de-clawed, turned into a more casual and way less gendered insult that's used without cruel intention in queer slang, I think it's hard to understand just how violent the term was--and was meant to be--in the aughts. House in canon is not calling Amber a bitch in a cute, almost self-deprecating, friendly way (though I think it's valid to re-write it that way in fic to defuse the term!). He is calling her a bitch to contain and belittle and dehumanize her. We see the term mobilized this way against Cuddy in 5 to 9 as well: calling a woman a bitch was an extremely powerful rhetorical tool to turn any dangerously competent, brilliant, threateningly accomplished woman back into a harmless, debased, controllable object. So, "CB" reflects how easily the fact that Amber is the "female House" gets turned against her--it doesn't mean she's an eccentric genius like him, it means she's an evil copycat who needs to be put down. And this kind of structural logic applies to her whole characterization--it doesn't matter that House does it all more frequently and worse, if she does it, it's unacceptable because she's a woman. (There are parallels here with how racism means that when Foreman acts like House, he also gets the axe instead of the narrative bending over backwards to make what he did alright.) That's why she was fired, after all!

And her death. Woof. Classic case of killing a woman for man-pain. Everything supposedly about her death is actually about how her violent destruction can be used to fuel Wilson and House's character arcs. The narrative is occasionally conscious of this, for example, Wilson saying "none of you even liked Amber" is an almost metatextual reminder of how cruelly she was disenfranchised in every way (including the sexism of her trying to "defect" to the men's team early on, having no female friends, because unlike House who has so many people orbiting him, she is truly alone). Comparing her death to Kutner's is instructive: Kutner gets a whole episode that's about characters desperately trying to know him better. They trace their relationships towards him. Amber, on the other hand, is nearly absent from her own death. The characters trace away from her and towards the way male characters feel (Wilson's loss, House's guilt). Amber becomes just an imagined figure of House's guilt. Even her ghost is not her own. (Though I think many fans do a more feminist read and reclaim the way she haunts the narrative--but imho that would be a negotiated if not fully oppositional reading, to use Stuart Hall's decoding/encoding terms.)

One easy way to see that gendered difference is in how the show refers to these characters after death. Kutner is always "Kutner," never just "House's dead fellow" or rarely "our dead colleague." Amber is often referred to as "Wilson's dead girlfriend." Kutner is his own person, Amber rhetorically gets reduced to an object belonging to a man.

In conclusion: sexism operates structurally, which can make it hard to identify! And one of the funny effects of contemporary fandom doing so much good work to un-fridge women and give marginalized female characters richer personalities and more chances to grow is that canon's intended message of sexism gets obscured. Which, is awesome? Keep up the good work! Let's make misogyny unintelligible 🎉

[bowie-boy]

House spoilers for pre season 7 (sorry this is gonna be long and maybe cause discourse)

The misogyny of House MD’s writing team needs to be studied. It is so damaging to the actual plot and structure of the show in a way that genuinely boggles my mind, and so immense that it gives the show a queer subtext I don’t think it was intended to have. This applies heavily to the way Alison Cameron is written but this post is largely about Lisa Cuddy.

Looking past fanon and subtext, Cuddy is such a poorly written character because of the misogyny of the writing team. What do we know about her character? She’s a mom, she’s a girlboss head of medicine, and she’ll do absolutely anything for House. I’m not saying that she’s not a strong woman—she’s great in stressful situations, she’s business-minded, and she has complex and interesting perspectives on situations within the show.

But she seems to exist entirely for House in a way a lot of the other characters don’t. This of course includes her physical appearance. Cuddy is always in tight, low cut clothing so House can make sexually inappropriate comments to her. Worse, she only acts disgusted by this, before smiling and giggling as soon as he walks away, implying that she liked his behavior and it’s okay.

But Cuddy’s character is so House-centric too. All her major relationships and life goals are seen through House’s eyes and manipulated for him, especially her relationship with Lucas. All her work in the hospital seems largely oriented to helping House, which is true of many characters, but she doesn’t have a rich inner life the way the others do. Her adoption of Rachel is kind of an arc, but falls into the background as soon as it becomes too inconvenient to deal with. She doesn’t have a meaningful relationship given a lot of screen time (Foreman and Thirteen, Chase and Cameron, Taub and his wife). She doesn’t have a deep personal issue to get over (Chase’s murder, Thirteen’s disease, Foreman’s fear of becoming House). She exists largely as a plot device and a sex object, which makes it so difficult for her relationship with House to have real weight.

Opposingky, Hilson is such a powerful ship in a way Huddy isn’t because Wilson is a fully fleshed out character. He has interests, flaws, arcs, character traits, etc. outside of House and is a character in his own right that interacts with House in a unique way. His and House’s relationship is more than flirting—it’s supporting each other, getting to know each other, and living their own lives. This makes their intimacy and dynamic so rewarding and fun in a way I personally don’t find Huddy to be. Yes, Cuddy is there for House when he’s struggling to quit Vicodin, but this doesn’t even prove to be real. They don’t share a meaningful relationship outside of work at all. House interacts more intimately with his ducklings than Cuddy in most episodes.

Cuddy takes House’s abuse like Wilson does, but I can’t understand why in the way I understand it with Wilson. There seems to be no reason why she keeps getting pulled back to House other than that she’s a hot woman and he needs a female love interest. This is why the season six finale fell flat for me. Yes, House and Cuddy have chemistry, but their actual RELATIONSHIP is so underestablished.

Who are House and Wilson to each other outside of work? Roommates, best friends, bar buddies, etc. Who are House and Cuddy to each other outside of work? Nothing.

[cassiasims]

I'd love to hear more about how stacy haunts the narrative :)

OH I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE. i’m going to keep comparing her to amber just because the post where i first mentioned stacy haunting the narrative was originally about amber and why i think she doesn’t haunt the narrative (as opposed to stacy). anyway:

-just logistically speaking: stacy doesn’t come back after her departure in s2. obviously she gets a finale cameo, but like who doesn’t lol; for all intents and purposes she is defined by her absence. we are told all the key facts about who she is and what she has done—constitutional lawyer, house’s ex, someone who lived with him and loved him—well before she ever appears; stacy’s identity is less important than the role she plays in the narrative, which is simply not to be there. compare this with, say, amber, where she keeps coming back in hallucination form and the twist with her being wilson’s girlfriend is that…it’s amber, y’know? there’s a real tangible dead space left by stacy in a way that there isn’t by amber, because stacy is defined by her leaving in a way that amber isn’t.

-all the parallels between house/stacy and cameron/chase, which i’ve written up a separate post on (can’t link here as i’m on mobile but it’s in my #asks tag). but tl;dr: if chase ‘is’ house (to put it in very reductive terms), then cameron ‘is’ stacy. there’s also echoes of house/stacy in foreman/thirteen—him switching her off the placebo without her knowing because he thinks it’s the right thing to do, because he (believes he) loves her. amber’s whole thing is that she’s unique, a distinct change of pace from wilson’s usual relationships; he relapses back to his old ways when he gets back together with sam. but for stacy it’s the opposite; her dynamic with house crops up time and time again in other people, other relationships, whether it’s called out explicitly or not.

-stacy causes so many ripple effects with both presence and her departures (pre canon and in s2). without stacy, does it take house and cuddy so long to get together? without stacy, does house get to keep full use of his leg? without stacy, is there more of a chance for house/cameron? you can take a gander at all of those questions, but it is REALLY difficult and, imo, borderline impossible to answer them definitively. stacy is really inextricable from a lot of the pre-canon and canon timeline; a version of the show without her (as a plot device, that is) would look radically different. compare that to amber, or to cuddy, or to cameron; yes, things shift and reboot to accommodate for their absence, but the general structure of the show and its characters continue on mostly as they were. the fallout the first time stacy leaves is nuclear (albeit also combined with the infarction), and it isn’t much better in s2; house struggles with increased psychosomatic pain for the rest of the season. do we even get ketamine arc without the increase in pain from stacy??? do we get tritter??? etc etc

i will probably think of way more examples as soon as i post this but these are the most salient ones, i think. it’s not that stacy as a person is so unique and special (although i love her and think she is an excellent character with GREAT chemistry with house), but the ROLE she plays within the narrative certainly is. she haunts it, if you will. hopefully you guys can pick up what i’m putting down here.

[crescent-blades]

Michikatsu Tsugikuni in a Sengoku Era Battlefield || Part 1: Formations

As we know, the Sengoku era was a period of chaos and bloodshed; lords turning against one another and vassals turning their backs on their lords. In my last post, we attempted to figure out 'What Michikatsu's distinction would be as a samurai.' This did not provide clarity into his specific role within a military context—his position and responsibilities during warfare. Therefore, in this article, we will examine his placement within a battle formation and clarify his role in combat.

A brief overview of the earlier post just in case: I proposed that Michikatsu must have served as an ashigaru kumigashira, likely leading either a spear or archer unit [since his men depicted in the manga panels did not possess any significant weapons during the demon attack]. With this out of the way, let us proceed.

⚠ SPOILERS AHEAD ⚠ | Masterlist

⨳ How Foot Soldiers used to be Deployed

Of course, the organisation of soldiers in an army during the sengoku era varied clan by clan, although many elements remained consistent across. The illustration provided [credits to Emmanuel Valerio] depicts the Takeda clan.   

× Starting off, let's examine the illustration above. This gives us a basic understanding of how the foot soldiers used to be deployed. At the bottom left, we can see the Taishou (大将) the General, who used to lead an entire tactical unit consisting of about 300-800 men; as well as an Uma-jirushi (馬標), which served to mark his location.

× To the left, there is a lengthy formation of samurai, with ashigaru positioned directly behind each samurai to provide support. Behind them consists a group of similar size and structure. All of these men are armed with yari [spears] and and these are the troops that will take the fight to the enemy.

× Each unit is led by a mounted samurai with foot soldiers, all positioned behind them. The foot samurai are organised into groups, each overseen by a mounted ashigaru/samurai Kumigashira (組頭) the luitenant who is accompanied by two foot soldiers, as well as a mounted troop Kumigashira, the captain having a larger supporting foot soldier. 

• The Archer squad:  

I couldn't find any illustrations that exclusively feature archery, as firearms were likely not in use during Michikatsu's era. However, I do believe the formation would have been the same, if not similar, considering that the archers were initially few in number and belonged to the same infantry as the yumi ashigaru (archers). 

The image above depicts a complete gun/archer squad positioned at the forefront. All five of them are organised under the leadership of a single troop kashira. In total, 10 squads with two captains will be commanding them.  

▪︎The Spear squad: I couldn't find anything for the spear group; however, based on my research, it is likely to resemble the archer squad mentioned earlier. Positioned at the front lines, they would be arranged shoulder to shoulder in a long formation, numbering approximately 60–70, with their mounted commanders stationed behind them.      

⨳ The Battle Formations

The image above gives us a condensed form of the archer unit [a spear unit would have the same formation], where:  

A. Yumi Bugyo (Archer Manager/Commissioner) B. Yumi Gumi Gashira (Archer Group Foreman) C. Samurai Yumi Gashira (Samurai Archer Foreman) D. Samurai Yumi Gumi (Samurai Archer Group) E. Yumi Ashigaru Gashira (Ashigaru Archer Foreman) F. Yumi Ashigaru Gumi (Ashigaru Archer Group) G. Yumi Ashigaru Ko-Gashira (Ashigaru Archer Sub-Foreman)

 [Names by EValerio; full credits to him]  

× Yumi Samurai are depicted in a more dispersed formation compared to the ashigaru, who maintained a tight and disciplined line at the front. While the samurai engaged in combat as a collective unit, the ashigaru adhered to a more structured arrangement. The ashigaru and the samurai Kumigashiras for both the troops were well equipped for battle and would join their men in combat when necessary.   

For instance, Michikatsu above could be represented as 'E' [as mentioned in my previous post; this is supported by the canon manga panels where he leads a small troop of ashigaru. I don't see any evidence to suggest he would be classified as 'B', unless someone can provide additional insights that I may have overlooked.]            

⨳ Conclusion

A follow-up of my previous post where we attempted to find out his distinction as a samurai. However, this one goes into much more detail about where he would actually stand in a Battlefield. There are many things that i have skipped over, as to keep this post focused and concise, ensuring it remains dedicated solely to Michikatsu.

[opal-kitty333]

So, I like Horror Sans, and being a nerd, I've been thinking about him a lot during my recovery with brain damage. A lot of people treat his wounds like brain damage, giving him memory problems, chronic headaches/migraines, speaking difficulties, fugue states, just issues collecting his thoughts. All understandable and reasonable symptoms, but there's something about just what truly horrific, completely life altering, brain damage to such an extent can do to a person that hasn't been explored very much. Yes, he doesn’t technically have a brain, but considering someone with head trauma like him would be in a comatose like start for weeks to a month, we can choke up him taking that hit like he did and being able to walk and talk to that. Plus, we can take inspiration from real injury and science and have wiggle room for it to not be 100% accurate. Anyway-

This is Phineas Gage.

It is one of the earliest extreme cases of brain damage where the patient survived while psychology as a scientific practice was getting on it's feet. If you've taken a psychology class, you've heard of him. He was a railroad worker foreman who had a rod blown through his skull in an accident, destroy most of his frontal lobe.

If you don’t know what the frontal lobe is it's where your ability to reason and make decisions, the ability to control your muscles voluntarily, and your ability to process knew information and recall old information. It's well known for being the part of your brain that inputs logic, the part gives you the ability to remember what happened last time you picked a fight with someone, so instead you choose to walk away despite how much your want to punch them for being a prick.

As I stated before, this man was a foreman, well known for keeping a level head, being responsible, and hard working. After the injury, that completely changed. Everyone agreed he was barely recognizable as himself. He was impulsive, prone to extreme mood swings, impatient, making massive plans only to almost immediately abandon them, and generally seemed to have no control over his desires or ability to distinguish between a want or a need.

Now, let's look at Horror.

I'd say it's safe to say his frontal lobe but also part of his parietal lobe would be utterly fucked. Your parietal lobe controls your ability to process sensory information (mostly touch) and to understand not only where you and your body is, but to process the world around you. You see a massive enough tent, some clowns running around, the right music, and your parietal lobe is what does the work to label that as a circus.

To have these two structures damaged, or the closest equivalent in a monster, would radically alter Sans' personality, his ability to move, his understanding of the context around him, and connect with others.

He'd become rather self centered on his own desires and beliefs, struggling to even have the patients let alone the want to give other people the time of day. His actions would be impulsive, made on his emotions in the present moment and with little concerns other than the immediate consequences. He'd be prone to loud outbursts, not just rage, but any other emotions like sadness or glee with little ability to realize how he's acting may be overblown or inappropriate. Not only could his ability to put his thoughts into words be a struggle, but his ability to say those words could be affected as well. He'd be very present focused, with pass relations or responsibility mattering little as he keeps marching to the beat of his own drum.

That is, if he could march. He'd not only struggle to know where his limbs are or what he's touching, but his sense of balance would be awful. He'd likely have a constant wobble, having to go slowly and potentially hold onto or lean on things if he wanted to move quickly. God forbid how much he'd bump into furniture or trip and struggle actually grab onto something to catch himself. It's entirely possible he'd have difficulty reading and writing or confusing his left and right regularly. He'd need more time to process a situation and could very easily misidentify what's actually going on could likely lead to him acting even more unpredictable as the world around him is so much more dangerous and he's struggling to fully understand what everyone is doing and trying to keep two steps ahead of everyone around him.

But here's the thing. The brain is also incredibly adaptable in ways your wouldn't believe. Phineas Gage slowly recovered over time. He died twelve years after the incident from epilepsy but over time he slowly regaining his social skills and general functionality. He picked up a job as a stage coach four years after the indecent even. He was never quite the same person he was before, but he wasn't doomed to be what he first was after the indecent.

Imagine what this kind of thing could mean for Sans. Not only would the betrayal cut deep enough and the world falling apart put him through trauma that would shred the soul, but people he trust literally damaged his ability to think logically and control his impulses. Of course he's going to lash out, focus on doing anything he can to survive with little respect for what anyone else thinks. Even forcing his brother to do things and refusing to listen to him unless given no other option. All while he thinks the biggest problems after the indecent is how much his head hurts, how his memory is shot, that it's harder or even down right painful to think, and how he's struggling to cling to his independence while never having the patience or resources to give himself the ability to heal. He doesn't even realize how much he's changed. If you point it out Sans would likely get defensive and aggressive, or brush it off as everyone underground being awful people out to eat each other alive.

But then he gets out to the surface. He gets stable food, a safe place to live. His brother is recovering and as the years pass his mind can finally start pulling itself together and healing, finally. Sans begins to regain his ability to think critically on his own actions and others, his emotional outburst and vindictive behavior start to wind down and fade. He's able to think and start sifting through all the shit he remembers.

The guilt of what he did, the people he hurt for no reason other than pettiness. The stupid decisions he made that hurt himself and/or Papyrus in the long run. All the hindsight he has now. Imagine how much he would bury those memories and thoughts. Justifying everything he could and insisting he had reasons, or that it's just how it was and that everyone was as awful and cruel he was. Or just accepting that what Undyne had done to him and the famine after had ruined him, broken and rotted all the good he had and left him vile and malicious. That he'll never have a chance to truly be who he was before.

[oddlittlestories]

Okay but like House and Foreman both believe, for different reasons, that their relationships with their co-workers will dissolve if that "co-worker" part is ever to end. House because he doesn't think that anyone wants to be around or with him if there's no structural obligation or external activity. Foreman because he doesn't see any reason to or recognize those relationships as significant outside of their boxes.

Like, they both think the only reason they go for karaoke or whatever is because they're coworkers. But Foreman is the one who wants to maintain that distance while House enforces it because he thinks it's inevitable.

[billpottsismygf]

Doctor Who: Wish World

That was absolutely mad and I adored it! I spent the whole episode wondering what the hell was going on, but absolutely on the edge of my seat. All the cast were on top form, but Ncuti Gatwa in partular played it to perfection. I also adored the visuals, which were so beautiful but also incredibly creepy. The strange bone structures, the alien number crunchers, the 1950s aesthetics to go with the 1950s sensibilities, the frightening conformity of rows and rows of identical mugs.

I love the way it comments on regressive ideologies. There's been a real theme of that this series, with both Al and Conrad, but here it goes way beyond that. The Doctor/John Smith saying that Kate wouldn't have to work if Ibrahim married her, that terrifying moment when John Smith's queerness is under scrutiny, Shirley and her village of the dispossessed. The fact that those who don't fit into this oppressive ideal of a "perfect" world are both ignored and capable of seeing past the deception is so apt. I loved Ruby's role here as well. She immediately stands out as not fitting aesthetically with John Smith and Belinda's perfect white picket fence 1950s-style life, and I'm so glad she got to work with Shirley and her cohort.

Archie Panjabi is great as the Rani. I haven't finished watching the character's backlog, but it's interesting to see her so adept at the newfound magic of the Whoniverse, given that her whole thing has historically been hard science. I don't have much of an opinion yet on her bringing back Omega other than perhaps this is oversaturation of bringing back random Time Lords, but I'm willing to be convinced. Currently he's just a name I recognise. I've seen Rememberance of the Daleks (which involves the hand of Omega), but perhaps I ought to check out The Three Doctors for more of a grounding. I do also wonder why the Rani wants to bring him back, but hopefully we'll learn more next week.

I'm still intrigued by the Captain Poppy of it all. Is there more to her than we think? She seems able to see through the wish world when the adults around her can't, and the Doctor's final line is that 'Poppy is real, don't you know what that means?', which does suggest that there's something going on, but I suppose we'll have to wait to find out. Could she be connected to Susan's return? Is she somehow really the Doctor's daughter? Regardless, it was nice to see another brief flash of Susan on the TV!

Rogue also got a cameo, of course. How did he a) know what was going on and b) manage to get through? Will we get an answer for that at any point? Who knows! I'm on record as not being the biggest enjoyer of the episode Rogue, but I do like his character, and despite my complex feelings about the Doctor's feelings for Rogue, I adored what that whole thing brought to this episode all about conformity and queerness and difference from the system. I wonder if we'll see him next week or if he'll just remain in the hell dimension until the next time Jonathan Groff has some time to spare for Doctor Who.

This whole episode was fascinatinly weird, and I'm sort of sad that next week will probably more of a standard episode with the big bads of the Rani and Omega etc. Even if part two doesn't live up to its set up (which isn't unusual), this was so good that I'm really glad it exists just on its own merits! As always, I'm incredibly sad that this series is already coming to an end next week, but at least it's been a good romp and I can't wait to see how it wraps up.

Small things

That first shot of John Smith turning off his alarm was very Rose Tyler in Rose, and I loved it.

That Doctor Who book looked a bit too Harry Potter adjacent for my taste, but I did love that the author was I.M. Foreman. What a wonderful little detail!

It's also yet again framing Doctor Who as a story. Another running theme for this whole era!

Was that Susan Twist again in her get up from The Devil's Chord? I'm too faceblind for this!

That scene between Conrad and Mrs Flood was strangely sweet and I couldn't help sort of feeling for Conrad.

We finally got to meet some of Belinda's family! Not her dad yet, but it was nice to meet her mum and her auntie.

[globmcelton]

omg idk if uve posted an explanation for transmasc chase but if u havent id LOVE to hear?!?!?! im trans and i love house so :3:3

I've never made an explanation, but here's my list of headcanons:

as for my explanation, I believe he struggles with his masculinity in a uniquely transmasc way. People that headcanon him as transfemme will notably say that he's "performing gender", overcompensating to portray a sense of masculinity that he doesn't feel internally. But I disagree (for one, he's not hypermasculine in any sense that could be construed as a performance). This is because he has to actively work to be perceived in a masculine manner, and be treated as a man within the structure of the society he lives in, which would almost always come automatically if he were cis (again, he's white, "straight", well off in the beginning of the series, and able bodied. these aspects should put him at an advantage he clearly doesn't have). While there aren't any particular examples, you can clearly tell that characters like House, Wilson, and Foreman really aren't being perceived in whatever way Chase is. He's almost treated like a woman in the context of the series, particularly by House. He's always being described as "pretty" (by everyone) and a lot of House's jabs come from this perception. And this is clearly something he's uncomfortable with. I believe if he were to be a closeted transfemme this would either ease into comfort or become more uncomfortable around season 6 when he does become much more visually masculine (buzz cut, stubble, etc). While he was in no means comfortable at this point (Cause, you know), it clearly isn't discomfort in his identity, it's the natural discomfort of being freshly divorced from a whirlwind marriage. His relationship with Cameron also highlights his transmasculinity. Obviously, Cameron has her dead ex husband. Chase struggles with the fact that Cameron will never view him in the same way as she did her ex husband, like he'll never be the same to her or even enough to her. Especially enough as a man. I think the choice to show Cameron's attachment to her ex through his sperm specifically is a very interesting choice. There's the easy route of going "haha get it he doesn't have his own sperm", which is valid, but sperm and using it to produce children was something that at the time was largely unique to men and traditional masculine gender roles. Showing Cameron keeping her ex's sperm not only conveys that she wouldn't view him as a good and adequate husband, but more specifically as a good and adequate man, which puts a serious strain on their relationship. The show could have just as easily used something else, like a ring, and would be just as cinematic. The choice of sperm specifcally is interesting to me. And killing Dibala, which leads Cameron to end their relationship, was another example of Chase's relationship with masculinity. Dibala tells Chase, who is clearly uncomfortable around him, that "real men stand up for their values", which leads to Chase killing him. And this still isn't enough for Cameron. His relationship with his father is another signifier of his gender. Clearly, his father doesn't view him as a son, going so far as to cut him out of the will. And his religious trauma again gives him a uniquely transmasc vibe, but I can't put my finger on it.

And I hate to bring this into it because I believe you don't need to look a certain way to be a gender, but yeah, he does have some pretty feminine traits physically (soft hair, baby face). But these traits do slowly disappear throughout the show, signifying him going further into his transition (although in reality Jesse Spencer is a cis man and this is just the natural aging process, however Chase is meant to be a few years older than Spencer). Also, Jesse Spencer is transphobic and headcanoning him as transmasc is, to me at least, a great way to reclaim the character, and I view it as fitting much better into the storyline and his character than him being transfemme (I do believe that only a small portion of the fandom actually does view him as a cis man). So yeah. I didn't mean to go on a total yapathon, nor did I mean to invalidate or be malicious to anyone with a different opinion. These are just my thoughts on the subject.