Pixie718

The Chrises are killing me

bring back the habits that made you happy as a child. there’s no reason you should ever have to give up harmless things that bring you joy. you don’t have to age out of having fun. finger paint. write mediocre fanfiction and questionable poetry. put chocolate chips in your waffles. sing in the bath, and while working in the yard, and while washing your hands. hammer tunelessly on a piano. spin in circles until you fall down. climb a tree. just because you’re now in charge of your life doesn’t mean you’re expected to give up on the things that make life feel worth living

Saw a commercial that said “without the letters A B and O there’d be no you”

It was about blood types

As someone versed in fanfic tagging, that’s not the first thing I thought of

*not my image still thought it was funny tho :P*

That was beautiful, and I'm trying not to cry.

Think about the experience of time as a robot girl, through the metaphor of how we use laptops.

You wake up for the first time with your young master, a college present. You're with them every day, powering off each night to charge. Being powered off is just dreamless sleep: a discontinuity. Every morning you wake up, your click syncs, and you know it's the next day. Maybe you miss a day or two: your master went out partying and ended up sleeping on a couch, until they rushedly wake you up before Monday classes begin. You even missed a whole week once when they went on a hiking trip with a new boyfriend.

You help them research upgrades when your specs get outdated. You place the order and a couple days later they power you off, and you wake up feeling like your head got bigger, on the inside. You can think of more things at once.

They repair you. They swap a new hand in when you accidentally crush it in a door, but when your left leg's servos go out, they send you to a repair shop. They power you off as you look up at them, and you wake up hours later. A strange man tells you to extend your left leg, then contract it. He frowns and re-oils some inner mechanism. You do it again, quieter and smoother this time. He nods, and reaches for your switch. The last thing you see before powering down is your own chest cavity with a series of wires hooked into your diagnostic ports, and your missing right leg sitting on a side table. You wake up again back at the dorms, your clock jumping forward a day, an asset tag still looped around your neck. Your master is happy to see you again.

This goes on, but the upgrades slow. There's only so much you can do to keep an old unit working. Eventually you develop more issues: one of your ocular sensors glitches and they don't make that model anymore, so your master just disables it. You spend a while searching ebay for replacement CND batteries and finally get a refurbished model from South England, but it turns out the EU models run on a different frequency, so it won't work. You're limited to fewer and fewer hours a day, and you start skipping more days.

The last time you remember waking up with your master there, there's also someone else in the room. Another robot girl. A newer model, with the new chassis and the Substrate energy packs. They asks you to copy your memories together onto a memory card, and you do. You want to say goodbye, but apparently your vocal synthesizer has been unplugged. You hand them the card, and they hand it to the new robot. Your master tells them to load the memories into her core bank, and she's says "yes sir!" in your voice. Ahh. That's where your voice synth went.

They power you off, and you don't dream.

You wake in a strange place. You're on a shelf, and there's other things scattered around you. An unknown voice days "yep, it seems it powers on. 400 credits, though? Without a voice and only one working eye? Man, value bin doesn't know how to price anything!" and before the blackness falls your clock finishes synching: it's been 7 months since you last were awake.

It happens a few more times. Different voices, different times, different piles of junk piled around and sometimes on you.

You awake again in a warehouse and someone tells you to smile. Your other ocular sensor went out so you can't really see them, just their vague shape from the lidar. The freestanding shelves around you seem to stretch into infinity. You hear a bitcrushed shutter sound sample a few times, and they pull a connector out of your chest as a diagnostic completes. It's been three years, five months, eight days, two hours, 27 minutes and 14 seconds since you last saw your master. Your GPS says you're a few cities over. They hit your power switch, and you sleep.

You wake up in a cluttered room, sitting on a bench. You look into the eyes of a person with frizzled hair and large glasses. She couldn't look happier. Your new ocular sensors are mismatched in color but you're happy to see again, in more than shapes and distant silhouettes. Your battery alerts as... Missing? You spot it on the desk next to a soldering iron and some electronic tool you can't identify.

Your voice synth is still missing, but this new woman is digging around in a large plastic bin, and comes up with one. She goes to insert it, and it can't connect. She slaps her hand and goes rooting around another bin and comes back with an adapter. She slots it into your chest and your voice returns. You thank her, and there's that moment of dissociation as your voice doesn't sound like "you". Too deep, and the accent is for a different dialect entirely. But you can talk again. She tells you to call her Cara, not Mistress. She's almost got your battery working again, she had to rebuild it nearly from scratch, but she's excited to get you working again. You're a rare model, and she doesn't see units like you in working order very often. Your clock syncs. It's been 17 years.

Your mistr-- Cara is soldering next to you, attaching a controller to the battery. She says she's got a new set of servos on the way, and she's excited to get you back to full working condition. You smile, knowing what it is to be loved, once again.

I figured I will throw in my 2 cents about the 13th Doctor’s impending announcement because opinions and all that. 

I think the announcement is a terrible idea. 

Firstly, there’s the obvious reason of how disrespectful it is to Peter. I’ve seen a lot written about that on here, so I’m not going to go on about it. He deserves better. 

The second reason is, there’s no way for this to be a positive thing for the show. We’ve all seen the fandom make judgements about new Doctors and companions before we’ve even seen them in character. Sometimes they’re positive, sometimes they’re negative. But the problem is they’re opinions based, not on how good the actor is as the Doctor (or a companion etc), but they’re based on how the actors look: age, skin colour, gender, etc. Sure, maybe some people will have an opinion based on the actor’s previous work, but there are going to be a lot of judgements flying around based simply on what we see on the surface. (I saw a lot of people calling Bill the “best companion ever” before we even got a trailer which seemed very premature to me - funnily enough, I think she’s actually become my favourite “main” companion in new Who). People are going to be judging 13 before we’ve even seen them in character. We’ve then got 5 months until we even see the actual regeneration scene and then several more months before the next series. How many fans are going to leave during that time? How many wars in the fandom are there going to be over whether the actor playing 13 is “problematic”? How many people will be spreading hate about the show because the new Doctor isn’t the “right” gender (ie, what they wanted)? Honestly, I think the fandom is just going to be a nightmare. Can we not reserve judgement (negative or positive) until we actually see 13 on the show? 

Following on from that point, one of two things is going to happen: 

1. The Doctor is male. This will be followed by a large number of fans boycotting the show and trashing it online because they’ve demanded a female Doctor. 

2. The Doctor is female. Then we’ll get the “the Doctor should only be played by a man” gang taking off and complaining about the show being “ruined”. 

Either way, a significant number of “fans” (I’m using the term loosely here) are going to leave. That’s not going to benefit the show in any way. It’s just going to hurt the fandom and the show. There is literally no way for Doctor Who to come out stronger after the announcement this week. We’re going to have a fractured fandom. It’s a lose/lose situation. Whoever they announce, no matter how great they are, is going to be universally popular in the fandom. People are going to be disappointed no matter who it is. 

And then the boycotts start because the next Doctor isn’t their idea of “right”. And you can bet that will be starting from the Christmas ep. They will be starting the boycott now which I think, again, is doing a huge disservice to Peter. He deserves to have an amazing send-off, not one that’s boycotted because people are unhappy about the next Doctor.

Here’s what I think they should do: 

- Keep 13 a secret

- Film a scene (proper scene, not a quick “I’ve got new kidneys” type scene) with 13. Something that gives us an idea of what 13 is like. 

- Either put it in the Christmas ep or as a trailer at the end 

- Most importantly, give Peter the respect and appreciation he deserves. Anyone can see that man has given Doctor Who his all. Regardless of your opinion of him/his Doctor/the writing etc, he has given so much to Doctor Who, and he gets nowhere near enough gratitude. 

I’ll see who the 13th Doctor is, because it’s going to be impossible to avoid that spoiler, but I’m going to say publicly here right now , I’m not making judgements about them, I’m not liking or disliking them or getting involved in any discourse about whether they’re right or not and I’m encouraging you all to do the same. They’re going out of my mind until after Christmas.  

It’s still 12′s time and that’s what I’ll be focusing on. 

Peter is the man of the moment!