Fuck idk

Do you have a rough budget? No. Currently seems unlikely they’ll fund it at all.

Do you know if the actors you want will be available? No. Literally don’t know when it could be filmed.

Do you know where it will be filmed? No. Don’t know which companies would even be involved.

Do you have the new Doctor for the regeneration? No. Because you don’t even know if there’s going to be a following series.

You do not know: the Characters and Actors, the Scope, the Locations, the ability to create Sets, Aliens, the future Doctor themselves, and even if it was going to end up the last episode or not.

And worst of all the BBC won’t even actually officially even cancel it but are saying ‘well if we get a partner’, leaving you in limbo, which along with everything else will come with more changes and restrictions you can’t foresee, including your own status as a writer for it anyway (and ones you won’t work with even if they did).

Can you write a fanfic for it, of course you can, but you cannot do an Actual Real World Script without knowing at least your rough guides for those things. Did he have the ideas? Sure. And time-wise this man is famous for bringing those together and being able to knock out scripts in a sleepless weekend - like Midnight. Writing isn’t the issue.

So some fanartist drew a “sexy” (read: booby) version of a (cartoon) character who is traditionally very non-sexualised. Fans of the character got mad about it because it’s kind of groundbreaking how that character is written and portrayed and this art totally ignores the entire point of the character. They demanded the art be deleted. In response to that other people said, well what the fanartist did may be distateful but they have every right to draw what they’re into. The two sides fight for days and each starts a harassment campaign and even report their “opponents’” accounts.

So far so typical. But things eventually come to a head and they decide that this will be settled by votes - not through a poll. Through donations to a children’s education charity via each side’s portal. Whoever can get the highest amount of donation wins.

i decided to try a romcom i somehow missed i the 2000s 'head over heels' and i got 3 and a half minutes in and we're introduced to the lonely MC with bad taste in men as evidenced by her extremely short list of ex boyfriends, including her first boyfriend when she was 11 or something because i guess that's still relevant in her adult life.

so she's resigned herself to never finding love and prefers to ignore men to focus all her energy into her career.

this job is immediately presented as though it's for spinsters with no hope of ever finding a man.

the mc's lesbian bestie (whose first line involves her being scolded for being too sexual in the workplace, but moving on) points out their colleagues as evidence that they're doomed to a romance-less, sexless life if they don't switch up their shared career path. the colleagues are three old women, so-dubbed "the menopause triplets":

these women are presented as if they have no idea what's going on at any given moment. this is 2001, and presumably this is an entry level job requiring low effort and no experience.

then their boss bursts into the room, unceremoniously bumping a large painting into the door jam and walls, announcing that it's a new project for our MC.

our MC is thrilled to see the painting. apparently it's a light in the daily slog at her dreary job for loser women with nothing going on in their lives.

And that job is? Conservator of paintings (specializing in Renaissance) at the New York City Metropolitan Museum of Art.

The painting being handled like an old couch on its way to the curb?

The Bacchanal of the Andrians by Titian.

Her lesbian colleague who is presumably also a a highly trained & skilled curator finds it depressing that the MC is so excited about the painting.

like it is supposed to feel jarring and insane. it is supposed to feel like lestat has been violently submerged in modern young people trends and culture and is now repeating all the new words he learned like a beautiful fresh baby. but because the book is from 1985, all I think is oh interesting huh I didn’t know that slang term even originated in the 80s how vintage how retro how lestat wow he’s so embarrassing aw aw so cute.

listen. 67 is not 69. it's not 420, or 21, or 42.

it's E.

you remember this shit?