You gotta read and watch some old books and films that aren’t 100% modern politically correct. I’m not saying you should agree with everything in them but you need to learn where genres came from to understand what those genres are doing today and where media deconstructing old tropes is coming from.
Also, more often than you might think, they’re not actually promoting bigotry so much as “didn’t consider all the implications of something” or just used words that were polite then but considered offensive now.
Kill the censor in your head.
This week’s Doctor Who was like when my 4 year old begs me to play Barbies and I finally agree but she only lets me play with the two Ken dolls while she hogs all the other barbies. So I’m annoyed already. She launches into some crazy story that only she knows the details of cause she is 4. While she is going on about a ball and bird aliens or whatever, I am just sitting there with the Kens, making them talk about nothing, like she is the one who wanted me to play and now she has forgotten I’m even here. If I leave though, she will cry so I just do my thing. But then I start getting too into it, fleshing out Ken 1 and Ken 2’s backstories and why they’re at the Barbie ball etc. They’re connecting. They’ve never felt this way before. And all of a sudden, just as Ken 1 is about to confess his love, my daughter grabs Ken 2 and tosses him in a bucket, saying “oh no! The bad birds sent Ken to space!” And she is laughing. And I am in shock. Ken 1 is crying. Ken 2 is gone?? The baby monitor goes off, my real life baby is awake and needs a bottle. Real life daughter is done with barbies and ready for a snack. What am I doing. I will find you Ken 2, I will find you and we’ll travel across the stars.
doctor who is like heres one of the most complicated and tragic friends-to-enemies-to-friends-to-lovers stories youll ever experience about two very tormented people finding and losing each other again and again and again across time and space and wanting each other without reaching for each other and caring for each other without wanting to admit it and crying for each other without the other knowing but one of their names is ‘the master’ and one of their names is ‘the doctor’ so you cant take any of it seriously at all
missing them hours
rory williams is the type of man to wear this to sleep every night and walk through the dark hallways with a candlestick when he hears a noise and say “who goes there!”
Rock murder stinky balls
all the things i cannot hold in this body full of holes...
finally listened to scherzo and alas as a 2023 chronic tumblr user the most coherent commentary my brain can seem to produce is “this too is yuri”