anonymous-dentist · 2 years ago
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The amount of love that c!Quackity has in his body despite believing that no one can love him back
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lollyholly99 · 5 years ago
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PiCk OnE qUeStIoN fRoM eVeRy LeTtEr wItH OcS oF yOuR cHoOsInG
folks somebody is too sweet and values my time too much (more than I do) to let me fill out the ENTIRE thing w/ my ocs so instead we have this ^ prompt so hERE WE GO
A: Aptitude
1. what are your oc’s natural abilities, things they’ve been doing since young?
ok I NEED to do all of them for this since most of em are/began their life as DR ocs so their abilities are kinda? important to them
Hotaru - solvin them puzzles
Ren - relationship advice
Noburu - maths and comedy
Akiara - makes clothes
Sachiko - honestly? being a lil shit. and manipulating p much anything to work out in her favour
Mayu - acting
Morten - rly good leader
Chouko - shoot gun real good and accurate
Yaulmi - actually they don’t have anything they do all that well,,, but they’re having a fun time anyway!!
Momoko - knitting
Takara - any kind of skating (skateboarding, ice skating, roller skating, ALL of it)
Tarou - baking
Umeko - weightlifting
Kouta - doing (LEGAL AND REQUESTED) things to dead bodies
Isamu - directing films
Airi - beekeeping
Frances and Gumm and Freya - uh,,,,,, being baby,,,,
B: Basics
4. how old are they?
again I’m doing them all bc this one’s easy safdsg
all the dr babs are 22(?) if my working out of their timeline is correct \o/
Frances, by her vague count, is somewhere in her 20s? but she gave up keeping track of her age after being turned into a vampire ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Gumm is. centuries old I’m thinking. but she’s also goop so time doesn’t affect her much
Freya is just baby!! built just 2 years ago but implanted with a functioning “brain” that does Not work like a two year old’s
C: Comfort
5. who is the best at comforting them when down?
for 
-Ren and Hotaru 
-Chouko and Airi
 -and Momoko and Umeko? Eachother!!
later on Momoko also gets to add Akiara to the folks who comfort her best uwu
D: Decoration
4. what type of clothes and accessories do they wear?
if it has aliens on it, Yaulmi is ALL OVER that (or rather it’s all over them bc it’s clothing,,,) bc they love human interpretations of aliens
E: External Personality
4. are they up-to-date on the internet fads?
yes absolutely they are all memelords
F: Fun
3. who would they have the most fun with?
^^^ refer to answer C above ^^^
G: Gorgeous
1. what is their most attractive external feature?
now y’all can feel free to disagree but personally I’m STILL enchanted w/ Ren’s hair and imho??? most attractive part of any of these bastards
H: Heat
2. do they prefer summer or winter?
as dumbasses who wear black and refuse to give up their aesthetics, Kouta and Akiara will choose winter over summer in a HEARTBEAT
I: In-the-closet
1. what is their sexuality?
again i’m gonna go through all of them WOOO
k so all of them are bi except:
Ren, Mayu, Kouta, Freya - pan
Chouko, Airi - lesbian
Yaulmi - pan? they don’t get gender so they’re just attracted to whoever they’re attracted to
Takara - Takara-sexual (this bitch doesn’t pay enough attention to other people to consider attraction to anyone addfsdf)
J: Joy
2. who makes them happy?
^^^ refer to answers C and F ^^^
K: Kill
2. have they ever thought about homicide?
well uhhhhh some of them have and have,,, ACTUALLY carried out those thoughts(within the story that I’ve basically given up on writing for em) (bc they are/began as DR ocs)
Morten plans on killing Mayu and (accidentally) gets killed right back instead
Yaulmi kills Chouko
Tarou kills Momoko and Takara
Umeko kills Kouta
and Isamu kills Airi
L: Lemons
1. what is their favorite fruit?
Ren’s a big strawberry fan for the simple reason of I like to insert my own traits into these guys
M: Maternal
1. would they want a daughter or a son?
Ren and Hotaru are ABSOLUTELY gonna have kids and they don’t mind any which way what their genders’ll be
N: Never Have I Ever
5. have they done anything they thought they’d never do?
gonna go with murder here, folks. for Morten and Yaulmi and Tarou and Umeko and Isamu \o/
O: Optimism
4. is there anyone in their life that throws optimism on them?
Momoko is a negative babby but Umeko makes sure to be the MOST positive force EVER for her
P: Personality
2. what is their worst personality trait?
Tarou’s a chill guy most of the time but when he gets mad he gets m a d
boy’s got a bad bad temper
Q: Questions
5. are they curious?
Yaulmi is just a big ball of curiosity abt anything earth/human related man they just Gotta know new things!!!
R: Rules
1. do they follow rules?
Sachiko has never followed a rule in her life and she’s not about to start now
S: Streets
1. are they street-smart?
Sachiko? absolutely.
T: Truth
1. are they honest?
Akiara’s too sweet to tell a lie!!! he’s an honest babby :>
U: Underdog
1. have they been bullied?
Airi’s been bullied plenty bc she’s ~weird~ and she likes bees like too much and she talks to them wha
she tends to ignore it
V: Vomit
2. do they get lots of stomach aches?
sometimes Isamu’s anxiety gets REAL bad and on those occasions the stomach aches start flaring up
W: Water
1. do they drink enough water?
all of em drink plenty of water bc they’re gonna be good role models in that regard
Stay hydrated, kids!!
X: Xylophone
3. do they have a favorite band/artist/singer?
watch me slap traits from myself onto my ocs and say Ren is, at any given time, listening to CRJ or vocaloids
Y: You
2. what inspired you to create them? 
Akiara was first and he came about bc I wanted to get in on making some fanganronpa content, and like visually? I realised halfway through making him that I’d been super inspired by Damien from dream daddy
Gumm well she’s here bC BERRI WAS TOO CUTE and i HAD to get myself a slime
I listened to Built 4 Love by TWRP for like an hour straight and then made Freya
and the only other one who I can place a specific inspiration for is Takara and for him it’s that I had the hots for Tom Hardy’s Bane and rly wanted to give a character a cool medicinal mask sfdafsgsgf
Z: Zebra
5. do they have any pets at the moment?
Momoko has one (1) dear little bastard cat who she loves and who plays with her wool while she knits c:
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bloodyfangedtiger · 6 years ago
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Lost
Our favorite stoic company man from our last story is completely lost when it comes to this new life that came from within him, not because it is a child but because he was raised in a house full of boys and doesn't know a gorram thing when it comes to girls. Kind of the reason why his first and last girlfriend broke up, Stacy wasn't very patient with him and just said "Let's end this since you're so fucking clueless."
It doesn't help he was raised primarily by his father while his mother was in the hospital. Axton, his older brother, and Rhys along with their father helped raise their adopted little brother Jean so again he doesn't know what to do with his new daughter.
To make sure he doesn't miss work, the company man brings Valencia to work with him. This earns him a lot of stares and most are from R&D, well the new R&D who are focused on turning profits and expanding research. Rhys can't even begin to count how many times he's either
A.) Broken arms
B.) Dry gulched
C.) Knocked out
Random people within the first hour of work, Valencia seems to enjoy it as she watches from her sling around Rhys body. He smirked slightly at her little giggles as he made his way to Jack's and his office.
Upon opening the door he's greeted by a very foul smell that makes his daughter cough while he covers both their noses. "Vasquez." He hisses "Never thought I'd see your slimy ass after leaving home, what you got tired of sucking Nadia's cock and came to Helios for a change of flavor?"
The slime ball grinned his signature fake smile "Rhys, long time no see. I see Helios is treating you well." He rose from his seat in front of Jack and started to make his way towards Rhys. "Didn't peg you as a family man, what with you running out on Becka at your own wedding." The slime grinned.
Rhys shrugged "The one your company arranged so that they could get a hand in my pocket? Oh yeah, sign me up." He shook his head "That was the worst wedding I ever attended, I'm glad I got the job offer just then."
Vasquez gritted his teeth and raised his hand to slap the company man but barely got to twitch before finding himself flipped onto his back and having Rhys foot slam into his chest. "You never learn, Scalp." He walked over the man's body, making sure to step on the man's groin and face as he left.
Jack watched with a look of amusement and a raised eyebrow "Wow, kiddo. I knew you were a badass but damn that was hot." He grinned with his arms crossed while he leaned against his desk.
Rhys merely shrugged and made his way to his desk "I'll order a cleanup crew to take the trash out, in the meantime we have a meeting with the new R&D to figure out just how the fuck I birthed a kid out of nowhere." The PA/bodyguard pointed out while steaming in his dark blue suit that made him blend into the scenery. Coupled with the kid however, made him stand out immensely. Speaking of which, he took Valencia out of her sling and placed her on Jack's desk. She looked around for a bit before flopping onto her side "'Ed!"
Rhys rolled his eyes "You're not dead, now stay put for a bit. Mommy has some work to do." The PA said with a grin as he turned back to Vasquez "I've been waiting a long time to kick your sorry ass."
Time skip*
Rhys held his head in his hands while he sat at the conference table with R&D, Jack, and Valencia who rests in Jack's lap. "So you're telling me that I can reproduce in an asexual manner as well as sexual. That I have become a hermaphrodite because of my exposure to Eridium."
The new R&D hesitantly nodded their heads while the bodyguard groaned "Tell me what else you found before I blow some holes into those skulls of yours." He growled.
One nerdy kid, James? Ally?, hesitantly stood up on shaking legs like a newborn fawn. "Um due to your examinations, we've deduced that you have adopted a cycle. The womb inside you has been inside you from the time of your birth but it's been...dormant until your exposure to the element. Also...we've discovered that there is already a new embryo developing in your womb. It's past the development of a zygote and within the first trimester of development."
"So I'm going to be popping out another kid soon? Oh brilliant. A pregnant bodyguard, just what Helios needs."
Jack chuckled "Don't worry, pumpkin, we'll think of something."
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othercat2 · 6 years ago
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fic: the heroes of the imperium and the av club 1/?
Crooked Little House Part Two, in which Karkat is on a mission to  make sure no kills anyone else, the Disciple counts heads and gets the  heroes ready for their fifteen minutes of fame, and Gamzee...isn’t doing  too well.
==>Karkat: wake the hell up
In your dream, Aradia is very earnestly explaining something to you, while you’re standing in front of a door. You nod, not really listening because you’re experiencing a terrifying amount of déjà vu. You are the definition of hesitation, expecting Jack to appear at any moment. “Go for it dude,” Dave urges you.
“Carpe noctem!” Jade says with a grin.  
“What about you guys?” you can’t help but ask.  
“We have a ways to go yet, don’t worry about it,” Dave says, and pats your shoulder.
“‘Ways to go yet?’” John asks.
“That is a surprisingly down home turn of phrase,” Rose agrees.
“Wow, fuck you guys,” Dave says. “Here I am trying to reassure my nubby bro here and you have to ruin our Moment. Moments are sacred, okay?”
“I will do approximately all of the worrying,” you say, ignoring the exchange. “If you can’t come with, what’s going to happen to you guys?”
“We got our own doors, dude,” Dave says. “We’re a bit further out than you guys.” He doesn’t mention that this is most likely what Aradia had been telling you, that you hadn’t been paying attention to. You can hear it in his voice though. Smug asshole.
You clamp your mouth shut against the wigglerish wail of, but I’ll never see you again! Instead, you nod. “Okay, fine. Let’s do this.”
“You’re making it happen,” Dave says.
You snort and open the door. Eleven of you head through the door. You turn back for a moment before following your friends. Dave’s smiling at you, and behind him Jade is giving you double pistols and a wink. Dork. John and Rose are waving at you, and their Dancestors are looking on with polite interest. You smile back and wave before heading through the door and everything vanishes and reassembles.
You wake up to a persistent ping from a husktop that is too shiny and new to be yours. Everything in the room you’re in is too shiny and new to be yours, the room included. You can smell paint; it’s that kind of new. You work your way out of the recuperacoon, scraping off slime that you can tell doesn’t have a whole lot of sopor in it, and head over to the new husktop. A Trollian window is blinking at you.
[circesCalamity (CC) is trolling carcinoGeneticist (CG) !]
CC: You up yet sprat?
CC: Wake up already time’s wasting.
CC: There’s shit that needs doing.
CC: Wake the shell up.
CC: Wake up.
CC: Your Empress requests and requires you to stop wasting her time.
[carcinoGenetcist (CG) is staring at the screen!]
CC: Finally. Thought y’all were going to sleep a hundred sweeps like some dumbass bowling with fairies.  
[carcinoGeneticist (CG) is not typing!]
CC: What you’re supposed to say right here, sprat is, “forgive me, your majesty,” and then some kind of bullshit about being at my service.
CG: …
CG: FORGIVE ME YOUR MAJESTY… I HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA OF WHAT TO SAY.
CC: Not much like your Ancestor then. Basshole never shuts up and he’s fucking dead.
[carcinoGeneticist (CG) is not typing!]
[carcinoGeneticist (CG) has resumed staring at the screen!]
CC: Okay, shit. First things first. I am not the beach from your timeline, but I have a general idea of how shit went down. I got the download of what the hell’s going on as a result of this being a restart iteration of our universe, and you sprats arriving from the Game.
CC: Are you following me so far?  
CG: …
CG: YES YOUR MAJESTY.
CC: Aight. This universe more or less follows your universe’s timeline except for the following: A) I have never had a lusus and there ain’t any hosts, excellent or otherwise on the green moon. B) Y’all got inserted into this timeline at about the point you left it for the game. C) There ain’t any game from this point, and there won’t be one. D) A whole bunch of history happened here that didn’t happen the way it did in your timeline, so y’all are going to be retaking a whole fuckload of history modules. E) Your hemotype is not a death sentence.
CC: You got all that, nubs the younger?
CG: YES YOUR MAJESTY.
CC: Your job right now is to see about getting everyone up and ready to meet your Pouncelor. Also you’re going to be doing some media appearances and shit like that. Y’all have done a Great and Entirely Classified Service to the Empire. We got speeches and everything prepared for all y’all, so don’t worry about it.
CG: OKAY. I’LL GET RIGHT ON THAT.
CC: Awesome.
[circesCalamity (CC) is no longer trolling carcinoGeneticist (CG)]
You stare at the conversation a moment, not quite believing what you’re reading. You’re a little worried about the mention of a “pouncelor” and “media appearances.” You’re even more worried about where you are and everyone being alive again.  It’s not that you’re unhappy your friends are alive again, it’s just…you’re worried. Really worried.
You dress and venture out of the block and into a hallway that slants slightly and creaks. There’s four doors spaced unevenly down the hallway, which ends in another hallway on one end, and a flight of stairs going down at the other. The second hallway turns around a corner. There’s four more doors and another set of stairs on one end, this one going up, and some kind of glassed in balcony/green house on the other. It’s full of plants and the glass is tinted. There’s a long window seat, a couple of chairs, miniature fountains, and a little pool full of fish.
Outside, there’s a huge fenced in lawnring with a swimming pool. There are also trees and flowerbeds. Beyond the fence is forest, and above the trees are the green and pink moons.
Past the balcony is another staircase that has two landings going down. At the bottom is a kind of cul de sac with three doors. You go back up the staircase to the greenhouse, and from there go back to the stair case going up. There are three doors and a half circle stained glass window in the hallway. There’s another staircase going up, that you think might go to the roof or an attic. You don’t test it just yet.
So, you’re supposed to be waking people up, not just exploring the house. You knock on the nearest door, not sure who to expect. (Highest floor, so maybe one of the highbloods?) There’s a protest noise on the other side of the door. “Rise and conquer, this is your leader speaking!” You shout, and knock a little louder.  
“Why are you in my hive?” The voice--Vriska’s-- on the other side of the door is muffled and outraged. “Wait, am I actually in your hive? What the hell?”
“It’s no body’s hive,” you say. “Maybe everyone’s hive, I have no fucking clue. Just get up.”
“Uuuuuuuugh,” Vriska says. “Fine.” She emerges wearing a blue fuzzy ablution block robe decorated with little gold spiders, and matching slippers. Her hair’s been shaved along the sides, with a long strip in the middle. “Dibs on the bathroom,” she says.  
“There’s probably more than one ablution block,” you tell her.
“Don’t care,” she says with an almost familiar toss of her mane. “I get dibs on the first one.”
The next room turns out to be Nepeta’s, and the last is Equius’.  Both are kind of confused and want to know what’s going on. “Let’s get everyone together first,” you tell them. “I only have the very vaguest of an inkling of what the fuck and I don’t want to repeat myself over and over.”
You’re all about to head down to the next floor when there’s some thumping from the ceiling. It turns out that the house does have an attic, which is accessible by a hatch and a very narrow stair case that drops down, not the staircase at the end of the hall. It takes Eridan about five minutes to both find the hatch, and get it descend, which it does with extreme creakiness. (Equius says something about repairing it.) Eridan comes down in striped pajama bottoms and a violet ablution block robe. “Kar,” he says with quiet wariness. “You still mad at me?”
“I have every reason to be,” you tell him.
“Yeah,” Eridan says, and looks away. “S’long as you don’t want to cut me in half,” he says, almost humorously. “God,” he says, wrapping his arms around his middle. “Me and Fef, we got most of our mad out,” he says. “Maybe. Might be better to stay upstairs because of Kan, though.”
He means, you realize, he and Feferi talked it out in the dream bubbles. “Yeah, no,” you tell him. “I will protect you from the chainsaw of fuck you, get moving.”  You herd everyone down to the next floor. The first occupant of this floor you find is Tavros. He’s already awake and singing to himself in one of the two bathrooms on this level. Vriska immediately disappears into the second one.
You yell at Tavros to hurry up. The next occupants you find are Aradia and Sollux. The door to what you’re pretty sure is her room is open, and they’re both sitting on the bed, sharing a husktop. “Hello, Karkat!” Aradia says cheerfully. Sollux gives you a very tiny, completely annoying glance over his shades and waves. “Pouncelor Leijon says she’ll be here in about an hour.”
“Great,” you say. “Wait, you talked to her?”
“Leijon?” Nepeta asks with great curiousity.
“Meulin Leijon, your Ancestor,” Aradia says. “Yep! She says she’s bringing breakfast, and wants to introduce herself and familiarize us with school feeding and something called juvenile care and socialization?”
“She’s like some kind of troll lusus or cavern tendant,”  Sollux says.
“Tendants?” Eridan mutters, incensed. “Like we’re little grubs?”
“If she’s Nepeta’s ancestor, she’s an olive, not a jade,” Equius says uncomfortably.
“No, really?” Sollux says, scoffing. “Apparently this job doesn’t require that you be a jade,” Sollux says.
“But jades are the only adults permitted to be on the planet,” Equius says. “I am not sure we are equipped to meet an adult.”
“Surprised I didn’t hear an ‘even if olive,’ there, EQ,” Sollux says.
Equius frowns at Sollux. “And you won’t,” he says. “If Nepeta is strong willed and appallingly murderous, her Ancestor could be no less.”
Nepeta hugs Equius’ arm. “You say the sweetest things, Equi-hiss,” she says. “Anyhow, it sounds like she’s supposed to be here to help? Not attack us.”
“Everyone should be on the alert anyway,” you say. “This whole situation is weird.”
You continue your mission, only Eridan and Sollux following you while everyone else chats with Aradia and each other. There is something really weird going on with them and you’re not sure what the hell it is. The biggest thing is that they aren’t arguing with each other, which is weird. (And you have really clear memories of their stupid fucking arguments all the time on the meteor, just before Eridan completely lost his mind and decided throwing in with Jack could be a thing.) The second thing is that they are moving in fucking step with each other. “So, you guys also talk your mad out in the bubbles?” you ask.
“Something like that,” Eridan says.
“Fucking bullshit is what it was,” Sollux says. “Goddamn Hope players.”
“Says the Doom player who wouldn’t fucking let go,” Eridan says. Despite the words, he sounds almost chipper about it.
“Would you mind explaining what the hell you’re talking about?” You ask.
“We got dumped into a sprite,” Sollux and Eridan say in unison. “Obviously.”
“Shit,” you say. “Are you um. All right?”
“Think so,” Eridan says. Sollux shrugs.
“Who was your player?”
“Jake,” Sollux says. “Tally ho what old egg let me impersonate Troll Bertie fucking Wooster, only it wasn’t’ an impersonation, he really talked like that.”
“Feferi an’ Nepeta really would have been a better sprite combo than me and Sol. Which is probably what Gamz wanted,” Eridan says.
“We wouldn’t have been any better with that Roxy chick,” Sol disagrees. “Or with Dirk.”
“Coulda spilled all the legumes about Princes so he could fix his shit,” Eridan says.
“Except we also wouldn’t’ve given a fuck because of our own shit,” Sol says.
Eridan sighs. “Point.”  
Your digestion bladder meanwhile does a slow flip, knowing Gamzee was probably going to be here too. You don’t know how you feel about that, so you focus on finding everyone else. Next is Feferi who comes out of her room wearing dark shades and a head wrap covering her ears, looking spooked, not wearing even a bit of fuchsia. “Carp-cat!” She says, brightening at the sight of you. She wraps you up in a tight, startling hug. “You won’t believe who I got done talking to!” She goes on to give hugs to Eridan and Sollux. “Holy crappie! I’m so glad to see you all, even though I knew you’d be alewife,” she says.
“The Empress?” You guess.
Feferi gives a quick nod, looking spooked again.
“New look, Fef?” Eridan asks. Her hug attacks have ended on him, somehow. It’s kind of jarring, and pretty far from what you remember. It’s obvious though that Eridan hadn’t been exaggerating about making up in the dream bubbles.  
“Whale see, apparently trolls react certain ways to certain colors,” Feferi says. “It’s all instinct right, how you respond to those colors. Fuchsia’s attack each other. Like instant black rom or somefin. The instinct is reely, reely strong in Fuchsia bloods, and even though it mostly shows up in my fins because my eyes haven’t come in yet I gotta get used to covering up my fins and eyes because she’s coming here for a visit!”
Eridan immediately wants to know more about color reactions for obviously casteist reasons. Sollux and Feferi whack him into a sulky but somehow satisfied silence. You do not want to know. You do not care. You are kind of panicked by the idea of a visit from the Empress. At the same time, you kind of remember Meenah, and it seems like this Empress is pretty much like her, in a lot of ways. “We’ll blow up that bridge when we get to it. Right now we apparently have Nepeta’s Ancestor incoming and we still need to find Terezi, Kanaya…and Gamzee.”  
You find Terezi coming upstairs, having apparently done her own bout of exploring on the ground floor of the house.  Kanaya has joined the group hanging out by Aradia’s room. Her room is apparently one of the rooms on the sub floor past the garden.
The one you don’t find is Gamzee. You find what was apparently supposed to be his room though, on the same level that Kanaya’s room is on. (This definitely seems like a good idea that wouldn’t go wrong in any sense, yeah.) The window is open, and a mid-season breeze is bringing in the smell of wet trees and leaves.
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modernwizard · 7 years ago
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Bill Potts died for your sins, or, Even more ways in which the previous season of Doctor Who is a flaming turd
Now that I have had time to concentrate my rage into the long-smoldering core of righteous fury that burns within my core, fueling both activism and fixit fics, I would like to mention two more ways in which Season 10 of Doctor Who was horribly wretched: first, the ableism. Second, BILL POTTS DIED FOR YOUR SINS.
THE ABLEISM
It’s especially shitty, particularly in in World Enough and Time and The Doctor Falls.
Think of the Cyber people as people with disabilities: difficulties in communicating, in gross motor control, in feeling/connecting with their emotions, and/or people with chronic pain. You will soon understand how disgustingly they are portrayed.
A. They look dead. They are shown at first as motionless figures in wheelchairs. Their white costumes and head masks recall either body bags or bags over people’s heads when they’re going to a firing squad; either way, they carry connotations of death.
B. Their voices are silenced and treated as irrelevant. The first Cyber person who does have a voice, saying, “Pain, pain,” with their communications device, is treated as an annoyance; the nurse deals with them brusquely. Even further, Bill turns down the device’s volume so she doesn’t have to hear the disabled person speak. Her action suggests that the disabled person’s voice as scary and objectionable.
C. They do not want to live; they all want to die. After the pain Cyber person, we hear two other Cyber voices in the hospital. One person says, “Die me.” The other says, “Kill me.” Viewers are expected to take this death wish as applicable for all Cyber people; even Bill, in The Doctor Falls, says something like “If I can’t be me, I don’t want to go on living.” In this case, “me” means the entirely organic, able-bodied person that she was before. These statements from Cyber people imply that life with a disability is so hopeless and miserable that even those with disabilities don’t want to continue living.
D. They’re treated as cannon fodder. The Cyber people look dead, have no voices [according to able-bodied people], and say that they want to die. It’s very easy to jump from these observations to the conclusion that they are not people, but mere objects. Their deaths don’t count as deaths of people because they’re subhuman and…well…they were essentially dead already, right? As a result of this dehumanization, we get torture porn of the people at the orphanage blowing up Cyber people because killing nonpersons isn’t really killing, so it’s not a real problem or anything. It’s so kind, brave, noble, compassionate, admirable, and heroic for the Doctor to indiscriminately slaughter crowds of disabled people. This show really sends the message that we should respect all people’s worth, dignity, and integrity. I love it in shows and movies and books when all the disabled people die. I find it inspirational and uplifting.
For another ableist treatment, refer to the depiction of Eyeliner Master, as played by John Simm. Last time we saw the dude in the End of Time, he was insane on account of the Drums. Yup, that counts as being disabled. When he reappears in the Season 10 finale, he acts more like Roger Delgado’s Master: mentally disturbed and disordered, but much more restrained in speech and action. He presents as being sane[r]. Notably, he makes no reference to the Drums that so deranged his earlier life and plot arcs. What’s going on here? The character gives no explanation for the change, and all supporting media portray Eyeliner Master as a return of EoT Master, which leads us to conclude that they’re the same person. So EoT Master = Eyeliner Master – disability.
What the hell, fuckos? You can’t just wave a Magical Wand of Disability Deletion! After years and years of making the Master’s Drums and consequent Insanity a key part of his character, you can’t just remove them because you feel like it. The cheating is especially transparent because there’s no in-story explanation for his reappearance, his changed behavior, or indeed what the hell he was doing circling the drain in a Mondasian colony ship in the first place. An in-story explanation could have made his personality change more plausible and acceptable. For example, maybe he’s still insane, but he has learned how, at great mental and physical cost, present as “sane.” Or maybe he adapted some Cyber technology to partially inhibit his explosive rages and so restore some measure of his beloved self-control. However, without an in-story explanation, we are left with a deus ex machina Magical Disability Deletion. The form of the character remains, but not the content. In a way, disabled EoT Master was dehumanized and discarded just like the disabled Cyber people. The character is lost, and so is his [highly problematic] representation.
BILL POTTS DIED FOR YOUR SINS
Those squealing with unalloyed joy over Jodie Whittaker as the Thirteenth Doctor should note that a white woman came on as the Doctor just as Pearl Mackie, a woman of color, departed.
@stardust-rain [[points out]] that the timing is no coincidence:
also everyone ignores the fact that we are getting a female doctor in the expanse of getting rid of an amazing black lesbian character. that’s right, this is the reason why Bill Potts isn’t coming back, bc having a female doctor AND a black lesbian would have given a heart attack to the bigoted fans all at once. they had to make a sacrifice and Bill was it.
When I say BILL POTTS DIED FOR YOUR SINS, this is what I mean. The show has had an overall craptacular history of representing women and/or queer people and/or Black people and/or disabled people. Attempts to make the show more accurately reflect the demographics and identities of the viewers have been piecemeal and insultingly small. Bill, as a queer Black woman, had the potential to significantly improve the show and make it more relevant, interesting, nuanced, and overall better. But she was done in by a poorly organized conception [seriously, what’s her backstory beyond chips, Moira, and a mum about which we know nothing, not even her fucking name?] and horrible, stereotypical writing.
Bill became a liability to the show, not because of her underdevelopment and shitty lines, but because she was a queer Black woman. Here’s the thought process at the BBC: “Whoa there! That’s just way too much representation; the straight cis white dudes won’t stand for it! If we stick a white female Doctor in the mix along with a queer Black female character. We need to think strategically and make it look like we’re actually representing our audience when we’re not. So Bill’s gotta go. There aren’t that many queer and/or Black people who watch this show, so it won’t be a big deal. We can just turn her into LITERAL SLIME and send her off with her space stalker and call it a happy ending. THEN we’ll have a female Doctor. We can’t have a queer Black female Doctor because that would be too much representation. But we can have a straight white female Doctor.  Yeah, that’s just enough representation. We’ll look edgy without really making substantive change. [Plz fanboys don’t hurt us. D: ].”
Bill Potts was too real for the BBC to handle. Thus they killed her off, making her the scapegoat for their cowardice.
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