I don’t write “sentences.” I write lots and lots of clauses and I coordinate and subordinate them, and when I can’t do that syntactically, I like to use lots of different punctuation—like this (sometimes like this)—to express intonational contours; that is to say, my ideas TRANSCEND YOUR ORTHOGRAPHIC HEGEMONY.
“You talked to one of my lieutenants. He has, over the years, played the role repeatedly and with great conviction. More often than not, he’s done so to protect my identity. Other times, it was because I suspected a potential client might.. struggle with my gender. As if men had a monopoly on murder.”
#let me explain to you how genius the deconstruction of Irene Adler is #because in making her a conscious manipulation; an artful and purposeful creation by moriarty in order to ensnare sherlock #they have destroyed The Woman; the one individual who eclipsed the whole of her sex and at whose feet Sherlock fell #they’ve taken the goddess down off her pillar and revealed the woman in the fridge was a doll all along #Irene Adler is only a story; can only ever be a story; because there is no Woman #only women #and they are villains as well as heroines and they are clever even when they make mistakes and they can hold the world together #whether to take advantage of it or to save it for the people they love #but there is no Woman #there never could be #and Sherlock had to learn that #elementary #the best goddamn show #your favs could never
I think a lot of the problems that the Doctor Who fandom has centres around the fact that, for the most part, we are divided into the Russel T. Davies and Steven Moffat camps, in terms of which Head Writer’s era we prefer. Now, I’m not saying that everyone who hates Moffat adores RTD, but for the most part, that is what I’ve noticed.
In this post, I’ll be looking at some of the common arguments I’ve found for bashing Moffat’s era and telling you exactly how they are wrong, fuck you, and how most of them can also be applied to RTD’s era (if you look). It’s time for Moffat-haters/RTD-worshippers to take off the Rose-coloured glasses (pun intended) and acknowledge that the arguments you’re making against Moffat were occurring long before he stepped up to the plate and took on the HW-ship.
Oh, fandom. It’s at times like this that I consider starting a Doctor Who fan blog.
The spoiler-tastic events of the last couple of days have made a minor furor, haven’t they? For those of you who don’t know, a rumor just came out about the 50th-anniversary episode of Doctor Who that, if true, is going to leave many fans shocked, confused, and angry. Or it might, anyway - you never know with these things.
Already, we’re hearing the standard cries to boycott the show and have the creators hanged, burned, and fired, in that order.
The only reasonable response to these demands? Sit your ass back DOWN, fandom. You have almost no power and even less perspective. Because the show will survive without you quite well - it always has and it always will. How, you ask? Simple. You’re fanning it wrong.
There are two ways to look at Doctor Who - either as an extremely long-running, ever-evolving piece of storytelling and production craft, OR - as a sequence of five-or-six-year shows that follow one after another, Star Trek style, of which we happen to be witnessing only the latest iteration. The best part? Both interpretations are absolutely valid. They’re both great ways of looking at this varied, multifaceted show. And, similarly, you can be one of two different kinds of fan: either you can love the show as you would a family member - one whom you’ve known for years, whom you have seen grown and change, whom you’ve laughed at and screamed at and just generally adored, even when they frustrate the ever-living shit out of you - or you can love the show as you would a short-term romantic partner - passionately at first , then settling in with their flaws and their quirks, and then, one day, realizing that they’re just not the person you fell in love with, and it’s time to move on.
And that’s OK. Both types of fandom are OK. In the world of Doctor Who, they’re natural and healthy. But here’s the rub: you have to know what sort of fan you are. Because if you’re a short-term lover who thinks they’re ready to go steady, you’ve got another think coming.
Did you know that Doctor Who has been:
- an experimental, semi-educational sci-fi show? (6 years, Doctors 1 and 2)
- an earthbound James Bond-like action series? (5 years, 3rd Doctor)
- a Gothic Horror anthology? (3 years, 4th Doctor)
- a quirky, Douglas Adamsesque comedy in space? (3 years, 4th Doctor, admittedly limited success, though City of Death is a tour de force)
- an attempt at a serious science fiction program? (5 years, Doctors 4, 5 and 6)
- a floundering mess, trying to find its feet after near cancellation and a horrifically reduced episode count? (2 years, Doctors 6 and 7)
- a subversive fantasy with political undertones and a long term mystery? (2 years, 7th Doctor, cancelled the year before the intended payoff)
- SEVERAL long-term series of novels? (14 years, 8 Doctors, three or more publishing houses)
- an American movie of the week? (8th Doctor)
- a quirky, character driven drama? (5 years, Doctors 9 and 10)
- a Tim Burtonesque adventure serial with an attitude towards plot twists and revelations that fits in perfectly in a post-J.K.Rowling, post LOST entertainment landscape? (4th year running, 11th Doctor)
This show has been all of these things and, arguably, more. Every single one of those eras is celebrated by someone and lambasted to this day by somebody else. So tell me, please, WHICH creator “ruined the show forever”?
None of them. They’ve all contributed to a communally-told fiction in the best way they could. In so doing, they have each garnered the show new fans and pissed off old ones. In fact, THAT is the Circle of Life for the Doctor Who fandom:
Start watching the show. Fall in love with the show. Continue watching when a new era begins. Witness change. Realize, this is no longer my Doctor Who. Watch as new fans fall in love with the show. Realize, and that’s as it should be. Watch your kids getting into the show, 10, 15, 20 years later. Grumble about how things were better in your day. And fall in love all over again.
If you don’t want to do that, that’s fine. Russel T Davies gave you a great TV show that lasted five years, 60 episodes. And it ended on January 1st, 2010. You can move along now.
The rest of us? We’ll just sit back and enjoy the show.
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The Lord of the Rings Meme | ten scenes (2/10)
Farewell to Lórien.
This is my favorite fucking scene.
If you’ve read the Silmarillion, you know who Fëanor was. If you don’t, Fëanor was the dickhead who created the Silmarils: three indescribably beautiful and magical jewels that contained the light and essence of the world before it became flawed. They were the catalyst for basically every important thing that happened in the First Age of Middle Earth.
It is thought that the inspiration for the Silmarils came to Fëanor from the sight of Galadriel’s shining, silver-gold hair.
He begged her three times for single strand of her beautiful hair. And every time, Galadriel refused him. Even when she was young, Galadriel’s ability to see into other’s hearts was very strong, and she knew that Fëanor was filled with nothing but fire and greed.
Fast forward to the end of the Third Age.
Gimli, visiting Lorien, is also struck by Galadriel’s beauty. During the scene where she’s passing out her parting gifts to the Fellowship, Galadriel stops empty-handed in front of Gimli, because she doesn’t know what to offer a Dwarf. Gimli tells her: no gold, no treasure… just a single strand of hair to remember her beauty by.
She gives him three. Three.
And this is why Gimli gets to be an Elf Friend, people. Because Galadriel looks at him and thinks he deserves what she refused the greatest Elf who ever lived—- and then twice that. And because he has no idea of the significance of what she’s just given him, but he’s going to treasure it the rest of his life anyway.
Just look at that smile on Legolas’s face in the last panel. He gets it. He knows the backstory. And I’m pretty sure this is the moment he reconsiders whether Elves and Dwarves can’t be friends after all.
Everyone look at this great fucking post
There are posts and then there are posts
one day I will love a female character who is consistently treated well by the writers and the fandom
do you ever look through old pictures and think
where the hell did that shirt go