#djsla

[mintycoolnessisrelevant]

Lance: I'm not gay, not even a little bit

Pidge: You're in a romantic relationship with Keith

Lance: *finger guns* you got me there

[theskyexists]

oxygen

what do you want from me?

the truth

don’t be unreasonable

LOLLLL

i love bill and i love nardole such sensible companions

I WOULD BE NARDOLE - okay then! back to the TARDIS! same nardole! that would be me!!

but yeah good point 4 ppl are still alive we could try and save em

OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH “unlicensed oxygen will be automatically expelled to keep prices competative” OH MY GODDDD THAT’S AMAZING

wait was this the episode that fucked up like kerblam? or ? the opposite? because that sentence alone is fucking phenomenal

Nardole actually has a great dynamic with Bill and the Doctor

the conclusion is gonna be that their employers tried to kill them, right?

NO!!!! i loved blueskinperson!!!

oh god. Bill and the Doctor (it won’t be good) (he didn’t tell me a joke)

i THINK. that as long as she stays on the inside, she won’t actually die. her central nervous system is simply disabled?

ok so somehow the battery was too low for a lethal dose but just?????? painted some black on her temple and disabled her brains or what? but the implication was that she wasn’t breathing

that deus ex machina could have been snappier

ok so Oxygen was an incredible episode

[theskyexists]

searched for mara sov and petra venj on tumblr

the incessant and relentless occurence of an impulse to deliberately reduce every single female entity to a dehumanised p-orn doll that seems to exist across the male gender - dispersed like a fine mist - that

i can explain it of course - as the result of having been given the privileged and unshakeable position of being a sexual subject all of one’s life - throwing in the high of power and entitlement - compounded with a conditioned and institutional  encouragement of ‘rightness’ so that the sadism barely feels as such any more

but

how do other women deal with that - how can’t that worm its way into your head? how doesn’t it sit on the doorstep of every single act? how can it NOT colour the psyche?