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Meanwhile Hades is in the background “????? UM??? PRETTY GIRL??? WHY ARE YOU HERE?????? YOU AREN’T DEAD???” 

And Persephone (who was originally called Kore just a little fyi) just looked at him and said “I like it here. I’m staying.”

And Hades kinda just went with it, until Demeter started throwing the temper tantrum of the millenium upstairs and Zeus had to intervene because this shit was getting out of hand and its actually his job to be admistrator of justice. Which considering the shit he gets up to is kinda histerical but that’s another story there. 

And basically Persephone wasn’t a prisoner or kidnap victim at all she just really loved the Underworld and her (eventual) husband, and the Greeks feared her arguably more than her husband because Hades could be reasoned with but Persephone was the one laying the smack down on sinners, and really, who wouldn’t be at least a little scared of someone who’s name means something along the lines of “the destroyer”

Steven Moffat, Syfy Live from Comic Con

So this quote has been making the rounds quite a bit, to laughter and praise and criticism, as these things go. And while I think people have a point about this downplaying the - definitely very real - sexism in fandom and framing it in a way that isn’t particularly helpful to addressing it (”They’re only threatened by a lady doctor because they’ve never met a lady before!“), it is useful to be aware of the context here.

Because tabloids are full of shit.

“Doctor Who has faced an immediate backlash after the thirteenth star to take the main role was unveiled to be female. In a striking example of modern day attitudes towards equal opportunities, the overwhelming response from Who fans was one of outrage.“ (The Mirror)

There are tons of articles which use a handful of social media comments to create a sense of controversy.

“BBC backlash over female Doctor Who: ‘Politically correct rubbish'” (Daily Star) - “First woman to play ‘Doctor Who’ sparks backlash” (NY Daily News) “Backlash over casting of Jodie Whittaker as new Doctor Who” (The Straits Times) - plus about a million “so and so reponds to backlash” articles that drum up the negative reactions.

And while we’ve all come across people being disgusting misogynists - that’s just not the truth here. As Steven Moffat pointed out in a more measured discussion on the topic, a good 80% of the reaction has been positive. Out of 12,000+ Radio Times readers, only 15% thought casting a woman in the role was a mistake. And only 20% of social media reactions - the place where shitty opinions like this will always sound the loudest - have been negative.

Collecting hateful reaction can make for a shocking and somewhat entertaining experience. But anyone who thinks this is a story about some people liking the idea of a female Doctor and a large, news-worthy, towering backlash over the decision is either wrong or actively lying to you. They’re full of shit. There’s no basis in reality.

And that deserves to be called out. We deserve to acknowledge that - while sexism in fandom exist and hardly only dwells in basements - there truly is no substantial backlash over a female Doctor. An overwhelming majority of people watching Doctor Who is welcoming Jodie Whittaker with open arms. We deserve to be the story. We are the story.

If a jilted ex murders the Prince of Placeland, it’s just a murder.

If a jilted ex is also a member of a rival political faction, it may be assassination.

Something has gone very wrong with time. 

Taken from this list, for Molliarty and Sherlolly.

TRIGGER WARNING: MISCARRIAGE. 

It was Molly who had always been good with children. No, he had never wanted them – it was bad enough that he had her – a complete and utter liability. He didn’t need a child to add to the number of things that could walk the rest of their days with an ‘X’ on their head.

She was… not something he had expected.

His game with Molly Hooper had gone for far too long, had been taken far too seriously and had been far too much of a hassle. He didn’t need her. He didn’t need her smiles, her sentimental drivel or her unnecessary politeness. He couldn’t offer her a handkerchief without her saying “thank you, Jim,” half in tears.

Jim didn’t know what to make of her.

He could never categorise Molly Hooper, and after a while he stopped trying. It was clear that Molly Hooper was an idiot – a beautiful, gentle little idiot – and it didn’t matter what kind of idiot she was.

She had never told him.

She came home, and she was pale. She had not said anything to him for weeks – scheduled her appointments in secret, kept it to herself for endlessly long. It was Sebastian who pointed him in the right direction – when her assigned security detail had been following her to the gynaecologist a few times.

Jim hated the fact that his first thought had been how beautiful a child who came from Molly would be.

He didn’t say anything, because he didn’t want to care. He didn’t want to think about this young child – but he told Moran – in a matter-of-fact way, to segregate funds for the child, whoever he or she may be. Moran understood – he had his own illegitimate child in America, and a similar procedure had been carried out there.

That had been an unfortunate one night stand.

This was Molly.

When he came to an empty apartment – dark, silent. Not even Toby could be seen anywhere.

Molly had folded herself into her closet. She didn’t look up at him – the dried tear tracks on her cheeks accompanied by red eyes.

“I… I lost the baby.”

Baby.

Jim had preferred to think of it as a child. It was easier.

Baby.

That’s what Molly Hooper had said the day she had lost blood, the lining of her uterus, the burden of eighteen years and more, the emotional liability of a lifetime, and the fertilised egg from her ovaries.

A baby.

Jim wondered later what the child would have been like. Perhaps it was better – perhaps it would have been him.

Taken from this list, for Molliarty and Sherlolly.

Loveee you. I’ll do the rest soon enough <3 

32. “My clothes look good on you”

She was humming again.

Jim hated it when she did that, it always meant she was happy. She was humming, pottering about in the kitchen – and he wasn’t entirely sure what she was doing there.

He heard the sound of a pot of water boiling.

“These machines are always running, like the rivers and the clocks,” sang Molly.

He looked at her from the sofa. She was wearing his shirt. His shirt worth seven hundred pounds, and she was wearing it while she made tea.

He shut his eyes.