Of Paper & Dust

inloversmeeting:

daguchna:

inloversmeeting:

sometimes I wonder if moffat realises that the people who watch doctor who are human beings who are hurt by his sexism, racism, heterosexism, and general bigotry

Sorry, but I couldn’t resist to reblog.

Sexism? Racism? Bigotry? HETEROSEXISM (lol, I see that Tumblr fighters invented new -ism)? Lol, where? Stop blaming him for things that don’t exist or exist only in your heads, okay? I see posts blaming all DW writers (even Classic ones) for these “issues” and it’s just getting ridiculous. You can hate me, but in my opinion these things are only excuses to blame a writer for things that some people can’t accept.

Moffat is not sexist. Moffat is not racist. Moffat is not heterosexist. Moffat is not a bigot. Moffat is just a bad writer sometimes and only fandom is looking for all -isms in his run.

Thank you very much. I’m now waiting for your hatemail :P

right okay so either you are speaking from a position of privilege or you have internalised all kinds of isms hooray!  probably a combination of the two.

don’t apologise when you are clearly not sorry.

let’s see he’s a misogynistic asswipe who reduces the women in his shows (not just dw but also in sherlock - irene adler is a prime example there) to plot devices and damsels in distress, and is openly disparaging about women.

his racism is evident first of all in his overwhelmingly white cast (which has been an issue since the reboot and likely since the start of the show but has gotten worse in moffat’s run in comparison to rtd’s) not to mention his placement of poc as antagonists - or in melody’s case, going from a cute little innocent white girl to a rebellious and violent black teenager.

heterosexism is a thing.  google next time.

moffat consistently writes “queer” characters into heterosexual little boxes and then claims to be running a progressive show.  he actually said that “there is a huge lack of respect for anything male” which underlines his lack of understanding of the world and his own male privilege (as well as his white and cis and straight privilege).  there’s a whole lot more where that came from.

oppression actually does exist.  it is something that affects billions of people in a variety of ways ranging from being bullied at school to being denied jobs and health care to being raped and murdered.

grow up and educate yourself.  nobody needs or wants your inane and ignorant opinions.

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certainskills:

study, dream, write. + [listen] » i can’t give it up to someone else’s touch. // for when you need beautiful background noise.

01. genesis - grimes / 02. hanging on - ellie goulding / 03. crave you (feat. giselle) - flight facilities / 04. everything is embarrasing - sky ferreira / 05. feels like we only go backwards - tame impala / 06. kettering - the antlers / 07. paradise - wild nothing / 08. maiden - mø / 09. berlin lovers - still corners / 10. bluish  - animal collective / 11. heartbeats - jose gonzales / 12. another girl - jacques greene / 13. take care - beach house / 14. laura - bat for lashes / 15. take care - florence + the machine / 16. infinity - the xx

Need to give this a listen. Bit creeped out how much the girl makes me think of my friend Aimee.

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Little Red Riding Hood left the path and joined the wolves.

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urban myths ——> artemis

they flee through the neon canyons of the city, and behind them she follows, and the pavement sparks beneath her feet. 

in times gone by, she stalked her antlered prey through trees and growing things - no longer. those hunts are ended now, and she must tread a different path through a new and harder forest. long ago - seeking, perhaps, to emulate the migrations of the herds she once held so dear - her worshippers fled the woods and the sacred grove and took new life in the city. an inglorious exchange, she had thought - the wooded path for the narrow alley; the bow for the shotgun; cold, clear starlight for the fizz and flicker of the neon. but there was something in that nonetheless, she found. something on which a god could feed.   

and so they ran, and she followed, and found satisfaction in the city’s electric moonlight. the thick pulse of blood through the chambers of a hunted heart is what she craves, and the streets have proven a fertile hunting-ground. it’s a simple equation, after all: where something flees, something must give chase. does it matter what, or who, or why? the thief, the killer, the wanted man - they all run. 

the forest is gone; the hunter remains. she is the chase; she is the hunt; she is the sound of sirens in the night. she is artemis, the huntress. she is untouchable.

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