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Vid recs! Since there isn't anywhere that has all of the vids I most adore, I shall put links to them here.* I do what I want.

Notes for anyone who may stumble on this: Most of these have quick cuts, flashy lights or both. I uh, kind of love fast flashy vids way more than slow ones. So there's that.

Criminal Minds:

* A L L*TheRight*M O V E S by untilwegivein
This one's very dear to my heart. The song in relation to Show provides a really nihilistic context, but overall I'd say it comes out at least a little positive, and hugely gut-punchy. Footage only goes up to Season Five, but since that's where I usually stop watching, no problem. Warnings for quick cuts and flashy lights, as well as CM's usual violence.

* Never Be by tearful eye
Oof. This vid focuses on the many female victims of Criminal Minds and the violence against women so prevalent within the show, but also on its emphasis on fighting back, holding one's own, and giving agency to these victims. It's very powerful, and very dark, but absolutely brilliant. Obviously warnings for violence against women, and themes of trauma and PTSD.

* Coming Down Fast by shinealightonme
And the other side of the coin. This vid focuses on the unsubs of Criminal Minds, set to perhaps the wince-worthy brilliant song choice, "Helter Skelter". Pretty on point. Very well done, frightening vid, but for the love of all gods, exercise caution. Aside from the fairly regular cuts/lights warnings, this is a pretty much constant stream of ultraviolence, from the POV of the people committing it.

Harry Potter:

* Harry Potter - Through the Pensieve by Gen Ip
A pretty epic retelling of the series leading up to the Battle of Hogwarts. It's one of my all time favorites. A must see, but bring your tissues. Quick cuts.

* Breath of Life by Sparralex
Good with portraying the scope in the last movie/story. Flashing lights.

Doctor Who:

* The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Daleks by Andrew Orton
A really funny fusion of seventies daleks and the TV show version of the H2G2. Exactly What It Says On The Tin.

* Doctor Who: What About Everything - A BabelColour Tribute by BabelColour
Bless BabelColour. This just makes me happy. The tribute covers all eras up to Series Six, and the footage fits the lyrics perfectly. The line "what about fortune and fame" makes me wish that the EDAs were a television series, just so that Fitz could have a reference there.

* Glósóli by [personal profile] such_heights and [personal profile] purplefringe
Gah! Pretty and filled with depth and keen notice of motif and symbolism within Series Five and Six (and a little bit of Four). So. Pretty.

* SAIL by karaaislinn
Fuck it, I love the song and how weirdly dark it is, and how creative, given the footage available. Some quick cuts.

* Whovian Craziness by oOMathiildeOo
For some reason, some of the jokes bug a little bit, and it's nu!Who centric. But the timing and song choices are impeccable and mostly hilarious.

* Handlebars by flummery
Ah, Handlebars. *Vindicated sigh* Everything I loathe about the Tenth Doctor, in one convenient vid. Warnings for quick cuts, some canon-typical violence and Ten being absolutely eviscerated.

* Never Look Away by [personal profile] purplefringe
Gorgeous, gorgeous. A not-quite-shippy Eleven&Clara vid that's also amazingly thoughtful and deep. Combines all of my favorite fanvid elements: fast pacing, a fast song, thematic resonance and Pretty. It's immediately apparent just how much work and love [personal profile] purplefringe put into this, and it's a joy to watch. Funnily enough, this was my introduction to both this song and Vienna Teng in general, and I actually connect it much more to the boys, a connection only reinforced by the quote at the beginning of YBEB part two. Either way, this is incredible, I absolutely recommend. Warnings for tons of very fast cuts and bright flashing lights.

* 48 Years of Doctor Who - Marching On by xxdrosexx
The other vid that makes me wish the EDAs had been a live-action show. As the name implies, this is a tribute to Doctor Who's forty-eighth anniversary. "Marching On", by the way, is one of those perfect vidding songs that when done right is guaranteed to make me sniffle. Fast cuts, Doctor Who's typically arbitrary levels of violence.

* Blank Space by [personal profile] purplefringe and [personal profile] such_heights again
AHAHAHAHA This is my new favorite vid. The Doctor and the Master through out time and space, set to a very meta Taylor Swift song. I love it so much. Um, warnings for the bad kind of bondage--their relationship, it should be abundantly clear, is fucked up. Also spoilers.

* to the grave by KatrinDepp
An introspective on series seven's arc and Clara. Fantastically if disconcertingly edited, but as warning there are lots of intentional glitches and pauses timed to the music that can cause eyestrain and should absolutely come with a seizure warning. But it's amazing, and really thoughtful nonetheless.


* Ride To California by bradcpuvids
Oh my, this is fun. Really fast, really exciting look at Phase One and the actual assembling of the Avengers. It also ends with The Avengers, which satisfies me as a stopping point to no end. Not to mention I love the irony of a song all about getting to California in a vid about heroes famous for working from New York. Lots and lots of flashing lights.

* Hey Ho by [personal profile] thuviaptarth
An examination of Marvel (specifically the MCU) and its relationship with and portrayal of the military. I really like this, but there is a nit-picky bit of me that deeply wishes the vid-maker had waited 'til after the release of Winter Soldier, because REALLY. Large Emphasis on needles.

* MCU by lim
The absolute shiniest. Fast and funny and really just ridiculously entertaining and seriously a Crowning Moment of Awesome. Bonus points for Shirtless Men of Marvel appreciation and a Natalia and Peggy duet of Badass in the middle (it makes sense in context, ok?). Lots of very fast cuts.

* Marvel's Phase 1 & 2 - A Look Back
Exactly What It Says On The Tin. Marvel Studios blowing their own horn yes, but damn is it impressive.

* Avengers: The Musical 3 by Daily Asgardian News
Just fucking hilarious. As the title implies, there are two others that come before it, and really, everything Daily Asgardian News does is worth checking out, but this is my favorite.

* Black Widow movie trailer by Elinor X
The movie we all want and still aren't getting. It's a fantastic trailer. Needles, and canon-typical violence.

Iron Man

* Oh No by lily_the_kid
So "Oh No" by Marina and the Diamonds is totally my Sam Jones song, but it really does fit Tony Stark perfectly. Fast-paced and well-edited. Canon-typical violence and Tony-typical flashy lights and explosions.

* Idiotheque, another one by [personal profile] purplefringe and [personal profile] such_heights
Again, brilliant song choice. Vids about Tony Stark's myriad issues are kind of a dime a dozen done poorly, but when they're done right, they can be addictive.

* Cuckoo by fiveyearmission
Yes, I know, another Tony-has-issues vid set to a Mariana and the Diamonds song. What can I say? Meta-textual musings on fame and pop-stardom fit Anthony Stark quite well. The usual violence and light warnings apply, and also it's part of a YouTube playlist, so it goes to the next on the list automatically. It bothers me, I dunno if anyone else cares.

* All Systems Go by LeeVee
I really love the sort of declaration in reference to the entire MCU with the phrase "welcome to the new age". Other than that, I just like the song, and I like well-done Tony vids. Again, flashing light and explosions, and this is on a playlist as well.

Captain America (Predictably, there's a bunch)

* Sorrow by [personal profile] trelkez
Um, this was made in 2011 by someone much better at predicting things than I. All about Steve's relationships with Peggy and Bucky during the war, and thus full of Harsher In Hindsight moments and heartbreak. Quite lovely, and, as its name would suggest, quite sad.

* Clint Eastwood by [personal profile] giandujakiss
Good Christ this is skin-crawlingly creepy. In a good way. The song applies to the story interestingly, and is both horrifying in how up-front it is about the Winter Soldier's torture and conditioning, and heartbreaking in its references to the "Future".

* oh well, I guess we're gonna find out by [personal profile] kaydeefalls
Megan Takes The Lyrics Too Literally And This Gave Her The Idea For An Apocalypse AU Of Endless Unhappy. Yeeeah, I can't watch this without crying. I swear it's just me though. I mean, if you too get upset by Matchbox Twenty's "How Far We've Come", this will probably upset you too. But really, it's almost certainly not as distressing as I make it out to be.

* Raise the Dead by k9lover27
Dark and sad. Gorgeous song. Canon Typical violence.

* Captain America Steve & Bucky by thegwynvids
collar me, don't collar me is oddly haunting for such an otherwise upbeat tune. Fitting though.

* When You Were Young by [personal profile] violace
I swear I wouldn't like The Killers if not for the odd contexts in which I first hear their songs. In this case, I tend to have to keep from eyerolling at the obvious context and the whole Single Woman Seeks Good Man shtick within the song by itself, but in the context of the boys? Heartbreaking.

* We Go Hard by Voordeel
Um, mostly just the boys being pretty and committing acts of violence. Mmm...

* Everybody Wants to Rule the World by VilyaXxX0llwyna
Another dark one, as might be expected. Specifically about Winter Soldier. I think the song choice is spot-on, given the running motif in the movie and in discourse about the movie on outside forces trying to control Steve, and obviously controlling Bucky. The point is that Steve and Bucky don't; they just want to be left alone. One day I shall write that essay on Steve, Bucky, duty, fame, and That One Poem of e.e. cummings's, (and for that matter, finish my own damn vid) but today is not that day.

* O Death" by Autumn Hobbit
VERY dark. I love the song, and what it means in the context of the vid. Again, warnings for canon typical violence, but this one specifically focuses on it, instead of being in the background. So there's that. Also, it's pretty dark visually too, and I think the creator made it with torrents from before the official release, so it's a little pixelated in places.

* Star Spangled Banner by Camunki
A Winter Soldier fanvid set to a minor key version of The Star Spangled Banner. Whoof. Um, wow. Just very powerful, especially what gets the focus of the last two lines.

Agent Carter

* Kill of the Night by yotb0ka
A great Peggy boast-vid, that manages to totally capture the essence of Agent Carter even though it only uses footage from the first two episodes. Canon-typical violence, and be warned: Peggy is very violent.

* china doll in a bullpen by Nirmenia
I feel like this vid's existence was completely inevitable, but it's so utterly perfect anyway. Dessa's 'Bullpen' could've been written about Peggy. Again, violence warning.


* Parachute by ThingsWithWings
Honestly this vid is what pushed me into even tentatively watching Leverage, because the first time I saw this I was filled with this huge, intense want that I can barely explain. I don't even care about the show itself, I just adore the OT3 and I'm stealing them and filing off their numbers and sticking them in a space opera.

* Radioactive by ibroketheinternetxo
...uh, see above. But more seriously, I like the action-y take in this one. Some intense flashy lights.

Gravity Falls

* My Songs Know What You Did in Gravity Falls by Koceta GM
If any Fall Out Boy song fit any kids' show, it would be 'Light Em Up'. A song all about dangerous and deadly secrets married to a vid about making deals with the devil. It's really well-timed, and goes up to 'Society of the Blind Eye'. I don't really think there's anything in Gravity Falls that needs to be warned about, but um, body horror maybe?

* This Is Halloween by LifeIsRandom14
Marilyn Manson's cover of 'This Is Halloween' finally found a perfect fit. The vid only uses footage up to the end of season one, but it also uses at least one clip from every episode.

Other Things:

* He's moving up slowly... (Inception) by LightNeverFades
A rather sexy Arthur/Eames vid I found in my bebe!fangirl days and was quite taken with and which uses next to no footage from the actual movie. I hadn't seen it in literally years and didn't think it would hold up that well, but nope, still pretty damn awesome. I dunno if this is a thing people need to watch out for, but the vid is quite (visibly speaking) dark, and and has high contrast saturated colors. Oddly enough, the last time I checked, the link was dead, but it isn't now. Hmmm.

* Aha! (Orphan Black) by surendertorandomness
I love this for the song, the pacing, and the way it treats Alison's paranoia and substance abuse. This is something that mildly annoyed me in the show itself, when other people's similar quiet meltdowns were treated seriously, and Alison became the butt of all the Stepford Wives jokes imaginable. Quick cuts, canon-typical violence from Alison, which is to say: Alison Hendrix has moments of implied or explicit violence, but comparatively less graphic than the show as a whole.

* Remember the Name (Game of Thrones) by obsessive24
Uh, for a show I don't even watch based on a book series I don't even read, I seem to stumble over Westeros rather a lot. I like anachronistic but thematically relevant song choices in vids? I got nothin'. Obviously, Game of Thrones's canon typical violence is much more extreme than other shows', so be warned.

* Devil Wouldn't Recognize You (Elementary) by obsessive24
Again for things I don't watch, though this one I really want to. Lots of quick cuts.

* King and Lionheart (Pacific Rim) by [personal profile] violace
Uh, I have a weird relationship with "King and Lionheart"; leaving it at that, this vid makes me cry. Warnings for bright flashing lights and disaster porn.

* Come Little Children (Over the Garden Wall) by TalkingSoup
A really very spooky, eerie little vid. It's spoilery, but Over the Garden Wall only has ten short episodes, so I doubt anyone will actually be all that spoiled. The footage size and quality varies, but it's not that noticeable.

*Note: none of these fanvids are mine; they belong to their respective creators. For that matter, none of the songs or footage in these fanvids are mine; they belong to the capitalist bastards who crack down on torrenting their creators as well.
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Ushas was being morbid again. This was far from out of the ordinary, with Ushas, but it got irritating after a while. She kept droning on and on about her Cousin who’d been executed for treason, how he’d been force-regenerated until he’d just keeled over, a man no more two thousand and two, dead at the High Council’s feet. It would have been easy to offer sympathy for her, but she was too fascinated by the mechanisms of his death to be all that concerned that he’d died. Ushas could be like that.

Theta Sigma rolled over, sat up and brushed the grass from his tunic, got to his feet and walked away. It was as easy as any method for getting her to shut up.

“Are you even listening to me?” she yelled to his back, when her brain caught up to her mouth and realized that the person she’d been talking at was making an escape.

“No”. He went for honesty rather than excuses on the basis that it would be better for all involved if Ushas was mad for a day, than if he made some excuse that made her believe he cared at all, and seek to further pursue the subject. Theta thought it best not to encourage her when she started in on death or experimentation.

The day was glorious. Despite the better part of an hour devoted to Ushas pontificating with unbecoming relish on a particularly gruesome subject, he was rather pleased at his call to skive off. The new professor of Ancient Cosmology and pre-Rassilonite History was, in Theta’s mind, overenthusiastic about the subject to an alarming degree. Better to let the woman ramble at the poor rule-abiding idiots wasting their time indoors.

He left Ushas to sulk under the silver-leaved aspen and let his feet take him where they would. He sucked in the scent of turned spring soil as he walked, eyelids half-closed as the wind teased the curls in his hair. By the time he’d left Ushas out of sight and hearing, with a few decent-sized hills between them, he was sweating just slightly in the heat. Cresting another mound of dark umber grass, he flopped to the ground again and looked around. In the distance, he could see the shine of the Dome, impossible to spot until it blinded the eyes with its glare. Beyond the Dome, if one were to squint, on a good day one might see the faint outlines of the pauper cities, clustered outside the glittering bubble. Smoke rose from them constantly, Theta knew, along with a royal stench, but from here it was difficult to tell.

He hadn’t been outside the Dome since he was a Loomling, and even then, it was a rare occurrence. Brax had taken him to a freakshow on his hundredth Name-day, and then of course there were the days with Kan-po, and the time Koshei had dared him to slip out the gates on his own, to prove he couldn’t do it. Theta had, and Koshei had fumed for weeks. And one night-but he cut off that thought, too creepy for a day like this, with the suns pouring light and heat from directly above and just above the horizon.

There wasn’t all that much to see, really. The mayflies in their cramped cities all looked the same, faces pinched and clothes worn. He spared a moment of distant horror at the concept of living for so short a time. Poor things! What kind of life must they have, with barely a century to experience it? But that was something Ushas would think of, and he shook his head as if to tumble those ideas from out of his mind.

Theta breathed in deeply again, huffed a dreamy sort of sigh, and pulled a flask from an inside pocket. The wine was still mostly chilled, and refreshing after the hike. He gulped it faster than maybe he should have, thirsty as he was, and wiped his mouth on the back of hand, just because Brax wasn’t around to disapprove.

“Can I have some?”

Theta twitched more violently than he would ever admit later, and turned guiltily to see who was doing the asking. He stared. A little girl, couldn’t be more than fifty, dark skinned and round faced, had apparently made her way up to his side without his notice. He glared at her.

“Wine isn’t for children,” he said shortly, indicating (or so he hoped) that she’d go away without fuss. How had a Loomling this young wandered so far without a Cousin or a caretaker of some kind? The girl stuck out her lower lip.

“My Gran lets me drink wine sometimes,” she batted her eyelashes. Theta rolled his eyes.

“Do I look like your Gran?”

“No,” she said. “Nobody looks like my Gran”.

“I’m sure,” he snapped. “I’m busy. Don’t you have a grownup somewhere looking for you?”

“You don’t look busy,” the girl said, ignoring his question completely. He closed his eyes and let out a slow breath. “If I give you a sip of wine, will you go away and not bother me?”

She shrugged. Theta chose to accept this as an affirmative. He handed her the flask. The girl raised it to her lips and practically chugged from it, until he reached over and yanked it from her hands.

“That’s enough. You’ll make yourself sick”.

The girl lay on her stomach, chin in hands. “I’m Iris,” she said. “Who’re you?”

“I thought you said you’d go away if I gave you something to drink,” he said in resigned annoyance.

“Didn’t say anything. You assumed I’d go away”. Iris grinned at him. Her gray tunic had the red smudges of grass stains on the seat, and Theta noticed her shoes were gone, her stockings stained as well. Her hair was bunched in place on either side of her head by what he presumed to be two very sturdy white ribbons, and she had even more grass stuck to the top of her head.

“Why in the name of the Other are you so dirty?” he asked. She shrugged again. It seemed to be a habit of hers.

“I was rolling down the hills,” she replied. “It’s fun”. She rolled over on her back and fidgeted in the grass, wiggling her toes.

“So. Who are you,” she asked again.

Theta gave up and scooched to face her. “I’m Theta Sigma, Prydonian Third Decade, of House Lungbarrow,” he held out a hand. Iris took it.

“Iris Wildthyme, daughter of Sally Wildthyme, of my Gran’s house” she said imperiously, and formally took his hand, shaking it vigorously.

“Daughter?” Theta repeated, brought up short. “You mean you’re a mayfly? But then how did you get inside the Dome?” Iris looked affronted.

“I’m not a fly! Anyway what would you know about anything, Mr. Theta Sigma of House Wheelbarrow?”

“Lungbarrow,” he muttered.

“Whatever. I’m going to be a Time Lady”. Oh. Well that would be it.

“So you’re a Scholarship girl,” he asked, with sudden interest, and not a small amount of pity.

She narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “I am not! What’s a Scholarship?”

“It just means that you came to the Academy from outside. That your family aren’t Time Lords. It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” he added quickly. “Much”. Iris looked puzzled.

“What’s the Academy?”

“How could you be training to be a Time Lady and not know about the Academy? For that matter, again, how could you be living inside the Dome and not know of the Academy?”

“Wow,” said Iris, “You ask more questions than I do”.

Suddenly burningly curious, Theta pressed her. “No, really, how?”

“My Gran,” she said simply, shrugging again. Theta laughed, perhaps not kindly. “Oh I’m sure your Gran knows all about being a Time Lord”.

“Lady,” Iris cut in.

“Oh, absolutely, Time Lady” he nodded along, mock serious. “I’m sure she’s studied the Scrolls of Rassilon, and understands all about temporal theory, and can unlock the Vortex all by herself”.

“Exactly,” said Iris brightly. “Well, I dunno about the Scrolls of Rassilon, but Gran knows way more about the Web of Time and how to travel the Vortex and the in-tri-ca-cies of the fourth dimension”. Theta gaped at her.

“Are you joking,” he asked, half-annoyed and half-baffled. “Did a girl called Ushas put you up to this?”

Iris wrinkled her nose. “What kind of a name is Ushas?”

“A name for stuck up dilettantes obsessed with dissecting things,” he muttered. “Not important. Who sent you? This is just a stupid prank, isn’t it? Because you aren’t making any sense”.

Iris looked suddenly furtive. Theta pounced on the opportunity. “Who was it, hmm? Someone sent you”.

“You have to promise not to tell. Really promise, with blood,” she whispered—melodramatically it seemed to him. He waved a hand dismissively.

“Of course. Whatever you want, Iris of Wildthyme”.

“That’s not my name,” she snapped, then looked down. “Promise?”

He sighed. “I promise”. She held out her left hand expectantly. Theta stared at it for a moment, then it clicked. “Oh right, sorry. Blood oath and all”. He stuck out his own left hand. She pulled a pin from her hair--so that’s how she’d been keeping it in place, he thought—and poked his palm with it. A drop of orange-red beaded up, and he gasped at tiny, sharp pain. He hadn’t quite expected her to do it. She did the same to her own hand, then clasped his, and shook once, firmly for such a little girl.

“Well then,” Theta prompted, acutely aware of the sting in his palm, and suddenly also aware of everything else around him, from the heat rolling beads of sweat down his forehead, to the mild itch of the grass on his knees, to Iris’s soft, dry, very small hand in his.

“My Gran sent me to spy on you,”

He frowned. “Your Gran sent you to spy on Time Lords?” he asked, the How briefly overwhelming the Why.

“No,” Iris corrected, her voice still lowered as though someone could here them, alone though they were in the sunshine. “She sent me to spy on you, Theta Sigma. But I was hot and thirsty and I forgot I wasn’t supposed to let you know I was here”. She looked quite miserable, all of a sudden, and Theta had the bizarre impulse to put an arm around her shoulders. It was quickly drowned by more pressing matters, however.

“Why would anyone want to spy on me? Especially a mayfly?”

“I told you,” grumbled Iris, “I’m not a fly. I’m a Time Lady in-training. And Gran saw the future around you”.

“Ordinary people aren’t supposed to Gaze,” Theta said distantly. He was latching onto irrelevant details and he knew it, but felt the need to say it anyway.

“Oh, Gran’s not ordinary,” said Iris, “But she doesn’t like to anyhow. She says it gives her terrible headaches”.

He giggled a bit, mind still a blank. “Oh I’d imagine it would. Takes twelve trained Seers to properly grasp even the slightest bit of the Unmapped future, but your Gran can do it all by herself as long as she keeps plenty of willowbark on hand”.

Iris looked puzzled, but didn’t comment. Theta came down from the heavens. “Why though?” he stared at her, jumping back to the point. “Why would anybody want to spy on me?”

Iris shrugged again, the little motion endearing and infuriating at once. “How should I know? Gran doesn’t tell everybody all the things she knows. That would be rather silly”.

“Of course. Very silly of her. Tell me Iris, what are you going to tell your Gran about all of this?”

“Erm, probably that you skipped class today to play outside?” she looked down. “I shouldn’t have talked to you.”

Theta sat back, trying and failing to take it in. “Well I’m glad you did. If someone’s spying on me I think I want to know all about it. And what I’m going to do someday that makes Gazing at me so interesting”. He looked at Iris again, young and dirt-stained, epitome of innocence—or so he’d thought.

“Why you,” he asked her, anticipating the shrug this time.

“I’m young and sweet, Gran said. And small, and good at hiding. And I like sneaking inside the Dome. It’s not that hard”. It had been nearly impossible for him. He wondered what her trick was.

His mind raced and he could think of no immediate solution. “Eum, tell you what, Iris. Would you like to keep your little job?” he asked. She nodded. “Well, then why don’t you tell your Gran that everything went fine today, and don’t say anything about us talking. I won’t say anything about you to the Imperial guard, and you can tell me all about your Gran in return. Sound fair?”

His voice rose a bit at the end, and she clearly noticed it when she said, “I’m not a baby. And I’m not going to tell you about my Gran so you can spy on her—”

“But she’s spying on me! She started it,” he retorted. Iris glared at him. “I wasn’t finished, Dummy. I promise I’ll ask Gran not to spy on you anymore if you can let me in sometimes. Not,” she said hurriedly, “to spy on anybody, just to play. I like hanging around inside the Dome. It’s nice”.

He looked at her, and thought about it. She squirmed uncomfortably while he deliberated. Eventually he came to a decision.

“Blood-oath that you won’t spy on me again, that you’ll at least ask your Gran?”

“Blood-oath,” she said solemnly, and they repeated the gesture. “I want to make sure,” Theta said, and put his palms to the sides of her temples. She jerked away. “I said I promise! We did an oath and everything!”

“Yes, well that might work for children and your Gran, but I want to know you’ll keep to your promise,” he said. She folded her arms, obviously unhappy, but she let him lay his hands on her head.

Her breath hitched at the invasion of privacy, but Theta didn’t stay long. The whole telepathy concept creeped him right out, and rummaging in a little girl’s head held no appeal. He satisfied his doubts, and lifted his hands away, but not before something slipped from her head to his.

“Hey…” he said, woozily, as Iris continued to frown at him. “Wha’ was tha—” and tipped gently over.

He woke with sun in his eyes, squinting. A little girl leaned over him worriedly, and poked him in the face. He swatted her finger away.

“What happened?” he asked the girl. Iris, that was her name, he recalled.

“I dunno. You were drinking a lot of wine and then you fainted,” Iris said. “Are you okay?”

Theta rubbed at his forehead. “Yes, I’m sure I just got too hot, or something.”

He stared at Iris. Iris stared back. “I’m sorry, who are you again?” he mumbled, still light-headed.

“I’m Iris Wildthyme. I’m a Scholarship girl from where the mayflies live. I’m going to be a Time Lady”.

Theta blinked, and studied her face. It held nothing but slightly worried confusion and earnestness.

“Theta Sigma, Prydonian Third Decade, of the House Lungbarrow,” he muttered, passing a hand in front of his face. “Nice to meet you Iris”.

She grinned at him, showing many small teeth. “Maybe you could show me around? It would be nice to have a friend”.

He sighed, but got to his feet and pulled her up as well. “Alright, Iris Wildthyme. I’ll be your friend”.
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...nope. Can't quite process "Listen" yet. But yes, I have caught up, and Vastra and Jenny are adorable, as usual. I quite hold with the theory floating around about them being an under-the-radar D/s couple, and "Deep Breath" does nothing whatsoever to discourage this. Jenny's quite the bratty sub, and it's lovely.
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So while tag-searching Tumblr (in and of itself never a good idea) I came a across a Bland Marvel Headcanon that essentially used Steve's catching up on television pop culture as an excuse to take a sideswipe at Moffat-era Doctor Who.

Despite seeing the usual 'Moffat's a misogynist' bullshit all over the place basically all the time in Doctor Who circles anyway, this was the straw that broke the camel's back. Maybe it was because it was just so obviously highjacking another fandom, maybe because the stupid post saw fit to describe all Moffat written women, including Amelia Pond, as "one-dimensional"--but I went off on a nonsensical swear-word filled rant at my mother, who mostly tried to make me see the sense that this is an argument about fictional characters in a made-up setting.

The thing is though, this is beginning to bother me. I'm all for live and let live, and I generally don't mind meta that I don't personally agree with, and I agree that criticism is healthy--when it's constructive.

The Steven Moffat witch-hunt isn't constructive. It's ridiculous. This has passed the "Your headcanon is wrong and you should feel bad" stage and moved into the kind of nonsense shouting matches usually reserved for the most violent of political warfare. People have insulted Moffat in spaces where his children can read their words. People have called him sexist, racist and a pedophile. A pedophile, and all because they happen to have liked Davies better. It's fucking awful. And of course, on top of that, there's the usual fucking "no true feminist" bullshit that worms its way into any discourse involving women, where, for choosing not believe hysterical Tumblr posts taking quotes out of context and then barbequing the man in the tags, I'm secretly misogynist as well. For daring to admit that I think Amy Pond is a better written character with a stronger character and story arc than Rose Tyler, Martha Jones or Donna Noble, I am somehow betraying the godsdamn sisterhood.

You know what? I like Rose Tyler, Martha Jones and Donna Noble. I just happen to prefer Amy Pond. In fact, I prefer Romanadvoratrelundar, Compassion of the Remote and Anji Kapoor to Amy Pond, but she makes the top five, while the Davies era women don't. Amelia Pond is anything but one-dimensional. She is brave, often scared, adventurous, stupid when in love or lust, often wrong, even more often right, and, perhaps most importantly when discussing the difference between Davies and Moffat's writing of Doctor Who, right when the Doctor is explicitly wrong. Much though I do actually care about Rose, Martha and Donna, there is not a point in the entire Davies era where Ten does not, in fact, end up the unambiguous hero, even in the face of some of the most vicious, personal attacks the Doctor has ever committed, in fifty years of writing of various quality. I'm looking at you, Harriet Jones.

I really don't like comparative accusing, but from a feminist perspective, Donna's is the narrative that sets us back to the stone age, as it were. After a season of character development and insight into Donna's huge inferiority complex, brought on by years of verbal and emotional abuse, after a season of being told that she's the most important woman in the universe, we find out that the reason she's important is because on one random day she turned left instead of right, and stopped the Doctor from committing inactive suicide over the loss of Rose. Not because of anything particularly intentional, not because she used her own competence and specific skills to save the day, but because she stopped the white-male Christ allegory Davies can't seem to help turning the Doctor into, from killing alien children out of misplaced, incredibly selfish despair.

And after this? When Donna absorbs the meta-crisis and becomes, from a narrative perspective, equal to the Doctor, what happens? She is narratively punished for rising so high. She is stripped of her memories, against her will, to save her life at the cost of her soul. Ten ignores her pleading and reduces her to a shell of her former self against her consent, and Donna Noble is sacrificed on the altar of Russell T. Davies's obsessive need to see the Doctor as god-like, as well as his love for melodrama.

Not to point a fucking finger, but nothing Moffat's said or done is worse than that, surely? This post is stupid, and I don't feel any better having written it, but for all gods' sake, fucking idiots on the internet regurgitating other idiots' insistent claims that this person has made the shit-list for some unforgivable crime like not being or writing for David Tennant, should not have the right to ruin this franchise that I love, for me, but they are.

So fuck you, Tumblr intelligentsia, this is not a Moffat-hate blog. And Steve Rogers totally loved Series Five.
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...It is um, way too easy to make Doctor Who jokes. That is all.

Oh, and Jane continues to delight me.
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So apparently Lawrence Miles actually consulted Alan Moore in his writing of The Adventuress of Henrietta Street. Moore was apparently offended.

The essay's quite interesting though, in examining Miles's attempts to rewrite the Doctor Who mythos in the wake of The Ancestor Cell. And while I'd had no idea that he that got that angry over Moffatt's not-so-subtle cribbing of plot material, it fits with his history of histrionics when comes to other people Writing Doctor Who Wrong.

Ye gods, the nineties were a weird time to be a fan.


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