late night analysis
thinking about how the doctor (2005) had never fallen in love with a companion aside from rose and river—well river sort of picked him out instead of vice versa, so it's really only Rose...
and that they have such a track record of things going horribly horribly wrong and they've been going down this *path* of closing themselves off to their companions that started off after Rose.
of COURSE they kept their companions at arm's length. They probably think themselves selfish for still having companions around at all when every single one has gotten hurt or worse all because of them.
look at Eleven and how he treats Rory and Amy. 'Don't wander off'. With Twelve he could finally shed his facade and focus on how old he is, and then he found his match with Clara and we know what happened to her.
So Thirteen is back with the same sort of 'life is performance, life is fun presentation' energy that never felt genuine—
because we know what the doctor truly is behind it. And it's not...fun. It's terrifying and hollow and ancient. But of course Thirteen's regeneration is young again, though like Vastra says, that's not for her it's for the sake of those around her. God Vastra is the best. Right on the nose. Thematically a lot of the newer shit in the Flux was about the doctor being pulled in a million different directions and trying to figure out who she, personally, is.
She's lost her sense of self—literally lost her memories and so she's absolutely obsessed solving with this identity crisis…Honestly, the doctor wants to go back to when they were just having fun, so it has to be presented as 'just another puzzle.
Thirteen loves Graham and Ryan and Yaz, oh, she loves Yaz, but knows simply how dangerous the love of the doctor can be.
the thasmin confession works. cause the doctor says they wouldn’t be with anyone but Yaz is close, and that’s does NOT mean the doctor didn’t like her—only that for a being with two hearts, it’s twice the pain when they’re broken.
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Fellow Chaggie shipper, here and I wanted to ask you a question. Could you please do an analysis post on the Chaggie argument from Hello Rosie. I know this will sound weird but I can't get over the level of icy anger Charlie had towards Vaggie or how despite everything going on, Charlie is more hurt from Vaggie not being honest with her. Just angst all around.
Oh yeah sure I'd love to!
I'm not sure there's a lot I can say about that argument that isn't already super obvious, so I wanna talk about Charlie's anger because of something my brother said as we watched episode 7. He loved that episode apparently because "When they're separated, it's even more obvious that Charlie is the one who's more quick to lose her cool." Which, looking back, is actually true!(To an extent)
Vaggie and Charlie are both quite quick to anger. Charlie is just better at hiding it because she's a chronic people pleaser. Although Charlie wouldn't immediately show her anger at a person being a jerk to her specifically, she's immediately summoning fire and brimstone over anyone who hurts/insults her friends or the cause she's fighting for.
Love this lil bit in "You Didn't Know". How Vaggie is the one telling Charlie to calm down, as if she knows what's about to happen. She knows that if she doesn't at least try to reel in her girl Charlie would be spitting literal fire at a goddamn seraphim.
It would seem like such a surprising role reversal, but if you look at all the times Charlie would lose it whenever Vaggie's not there to tell her "babe, chill", then it makes sense.
But then when their fallout happens, Charlie's short temper is even more apparent. She calls Alastor an asshole to his face even though she considered choosing his support over her father's. She openly glares and rolls her eyes at Rosie when she jokes that her and Alastor look like an item even though she still kept things cordial with Valentino after he licked her arm. She flips the bird at some old lady even though she didn't take visible offense at all the demons that inserted their crude and rude selves in "Happy Day in Hell." While she was cold and subdued even when upset with Vaggie, she was explosive and in ur face when she was pissed at everyone else.
Vaggie reigned in both the girl in Charlie who dreams a little too big and the demon who's waiting to lash out in flames. It really makes me wonder if there's a difference in the kind of person Charlie used to be before Vaggie. Before she had friends to be angry on behalf of and a person to calm her down. And then, in the wake of their argument, Charlie is left with a lot of anger that is easy to ignite.
But I love love love that despite all that anger, Charlie can't bring herself to deny that she loves Vaggie with all of her hurt heart.
This little moment is one of my favorite parts in the series. My brother mentioned that this episode and episode three were his favorites because he liked the beats the dialogues followed. So he looked back--
(the man literally paused the episode to check the opening credits of ep 7 and 3. I was a little annoyed because I just wanted my Chaggie dammit! We'd make terrible youtube reactors with all the pausing and discussing mid-episode that we do...)
--and was satisfied to see that it was written by the same person, Ariel Ladensohn. Apparently she's in a sapphic relationship too and projected her own experiences whenever she wrote Vaggie and Charlie, and it must have paid off because the moments she wrote with them felt so real.
Charlie expressing her fear that even Vaggie's support and love could also be part of the lies she told was understandable considering the betrayal she felt. But immediately following that she goes "Oh that's a horrible to thing to think!" which I love even more. Even when she's understandably mad she thinks about how Vaggie would feel over Charlie thinking that of her. Because although Vaggie lied about who she is, Vaggie was always sincere about how she felt for Charlie. Vaggie's past may have been a lie, but the things she did for, to, and on behalf of Charlie were very real and held dear in Charlie's heart.
I dont have anything smart to say to conclude this. Sorry, I'm not even sure where I went here. Let's all just appreciate the smile Charlie has on her face when she thinks about Vaggie even when she's under a lot of stress I guess.
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big fan of essek thelyss, not the fanon interpretation, which is either "smol bean, tiny fragile elf who's a sweetheart and basically a child" or people mistakenly calling betrayal of one's home country a "war crime" and then proceeding to be flippant about it anyway, but the real Essek
pretentious motherfucker that committed treason bc he though he was smarter than everyone else
learned to float literally just to impress other rich people
canonically neutral evil
basically head spymaster of his country and master of lies but sucks shit lying to his friends
stayed bitchy even after his redemption arc
"there is nothing I would love more than to not be around you all for the remainder of this day"
a space wizard that crushed someone with telekenesis just to show off (the person was already dying)
sexy feet, nice ass, overall hottie
fell in love with a traumatized wizard of his enemy country and it was mutual despite all the betrayal
faggot
gave away state secrets to enemy wizard bc he though he was sexy
discovered time travel with his boyfriend
proceeded to say they shouldn't use time travel (bc now he's a good boy) but was willing to sacrifice everything and help if his bf wanted to use it
once confessed he had such a bad fight with his dad that his dad ran into the demon caves and never returned (essek doesn't feel bad about this at all)
young for an elf but still 120 years old, he called his bf "young man" and flexed on him about how much more evil he is
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I’ve never really been a Konig girly but yooooouuuuu *points trembling finger* your konig makes me fucking FERALLLLL!! ALL OF THEM!! Fae!Konig can follow me around and have my fucking children (I don’t want any), Viking! Konig can kidnap me anytime, Cowboy!Konig with his big fucking waist and his creepy little stalking habits UGH, and King!Konig can tackle me into the dirt and fuck me CRAZYY!! The way you make him so intense. I always imagine this simpering predator watching through the trees. God it’s so good. You’re so good. These King!Konig updates are having me claw at my walls.
Sorry this got a bit feral…felt like therapy getting all that horny out.
Idk what it is but king!König fucking us into the dirt is doing something to the worms in my brain... continue to be feral in my ask box it is like therapy
You should have guessed that this was a possibility. The king takes pride in being an animal, makes a point of baring his teeth before he bites, you really should know that this sort of thing isn't beneath him. The only thing truly beneath König is you, and you take great pleasure, and great annoyance with that fact.
That said, something must have really pissed him off for him to come find you. He tramples all over the flowers you'd been planting, and when you tip your head to glare up at him he's undoing his belt. He grabs your hair when you scramble to stand and forces you back to your knees.
"Open," he orders you, his voice panting as he tugs his cock free. You're quick to comply, your lips parting and tongue stuck out for him to slap his hard cock against. "It's lucky you're already on your knees," he grumbles.
You're reluctant to agree, but that doesn't stop your eyes from lidding or your tongue from lapping at the dark head of his cock. You'd wonder what got him so mad if you weren't otherwise occupied. You open your mouth wide and König pulls your head back further, rubs his cock over your parted lips until you pout. He clicks his tongue and shakes your head with a growled, "open Schlampe."
Your hands find his thighs, holding onto the firm muscle as you open your mouth to let him feed you his cock. You lave your tongue along the underside of it, following the vein with the flat of your tongue. You gag and König pushes his cock past it, hitting the back of your throat and forcing you to swallow. Every thick inch stretches your throat, and your fingers tighten on his pants as you gag and whine around his length. He pulls back without you hitting the base, and you suck in a gasping breath. Again he rubs his spit slick cock over your face, wetting your lips as you pant. You hold your tongue out for him, preen under the murmured praises, and try again. Könjg pets you so nicely, pushing your head down as he ruts into your mouth.
You feel a little dizzy, your head fuzzy and your eyes off focus, you can't do anything but stare up at him holding the malice in his gaze. You don't realize you've reached the base of his cock until the coarse hair starts itching your nose. It's all him, all König: your vision, your taste, your smell and touch, you're full of him. It makes you drip. He says something and you hum, content to be a warm hole for his cock for a few moments. It's such a nice day after all, you can spare your king a few moments. Another murmur of something that doesn't reach your brain, a soft hand stroking down your face.
König pulls you off his cock roughly, rough enough that you sputter and cough as you're turned and thrown to the ground. You push yourself up onto your hands and knees to avoid finding your face and the dirt and are pushed back down as König flips your skirt up. Heat rushes over you. You stare down his aid, who quickly averts their gaze.
If you had time to be embarrassed it's quickly forgotten as Könjg pushes his fat cock into your dripping cunt. You gasp, your eyes roll, it's burning tight but König doesn't seem to mind. Not with the way you rock your hips back against him, greedily trying to take every inch of him. "Braves Mädchen," he purrs, holding onto your skirts to pull you back against him, "fuck yourself on my cock."
You don't need to be told twice. The sound of your sopping cunt slicking the king's cock fills the air, each slap of his hips against your ass amplifying the noise. You whine and fuck yourself on each thrust, the smell of earth filling your nose as your fingers dig into the recently planted bed. Your poor flowers, your poor pussy. König isn't gentle with either, fucking you hard and fast while you try to keep up. The head of his cock hits your cervix with each thrust, hot aching pleasure filling your stomach as easily as he does. You jerk against his hold when you feel his other hand reach between your legs to toy with your clit.
You shudder, moan and whine for him, rocking against his hand and into his thrusts. You can feel the way your slick drips onto his fingers, the way it must be pooling around his cock, forced out with each mean buck of his hips. He rubs back and forth over your clit, the tingles of it jittering up your spine to make your back arch. Könkg is quick to adjust his angle with the lifting of your hips, driving down into you until you're crying out for release.
"Please König," you whimper, "please, please." You barely know what you're begging for, but you know he'll give it to you. Know it as surely as you know he'll pinch your clit and growl for you to come, an order your body is more than happy to comply with. You hardly notice him filling you, the heat of his release only making you clench and moan louder as you shake with orgasm. He fucks you through it, letting you milk him for every drop of come until he pulls out.
The only thing that keeps you from collapsing into the warm soil is König's hand. He barely has the courtesy to tug your skirt down before he's hauling you up over his shoulder. You didn't know he could do that. You can feel his come starting to drip out of you as he walks you towards the castle.
"Tell the servants to run a bath," he orders his aid, "and make sure we aren't disturbed."
Big words coming from a man that just fucked you on the lawn. You'll consider the consequences of that later.
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