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thegirlwiththeblush · 1 month

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Soft and As Pure As Snow

Thirteenth Doctor x Yasmin Khan

Word Count: 2.9k (insane)

Fandom: Doctor Who

Song Inspiration: Would That I by Hozier

Summary: The Doctor and Yaz travel to the final Frost Fair of 1814, with a couple of inconvenient tag-alongs.

a/n: Apologies to all for the desperate attempt at fluff, but I hope you enjoyed it, and that all of the Thasmin shippers get some well-deserved recognition here. Now I go back to hibernating and not writing for another six months. Special thanks to my dear friend Heidi for proofreading this within twelve hours of completion (the dedication!), and to @vorsdany, my best friend and writing inspiration, for encouraging me and providing prompts for me to write this.

It wasn’t often that the Doctor had time off from saving the universe throughout time and space, and she was going to make the most of it. Whether she’d admit it to herself (or to anyone) or not, her first thought was to take Yaz on a trip somewhere special, somewhere she reserved only for very important companions. The problem, however, was not convincing Yaz to come along, but to make sure it was only Yaz.

“What, do we only get to come along when we’re doing your dirty work?” Graham folded his arms in a dramatic display of indignance. “That ain’t fair, how come only Yaz gets to come along?”

“Maybe the Doctor’s just in the mood for a girls’ trip,” Yaz suggested, and the Doctor smiled at this upstanding gesture.

“Well, isn’t that sexist,” Ryan chuckled. The Doctor knew he was only kidding, but she was growing more frustrated by the second.

The four of them were seated around Yaz’s family flat, with Yaz’s family away for the week. The Doctor couldn’t have been more pleased with how everything was lining up, but Ryan and Graham were about to ruin everything.

“Listen, fam-”

“I thought I told you I wasn’t too fond of that term?” Graham grunted, instigating an eyeroll and small smile from Yaz.

The Doctor gave a small sigh of exasperation. “I love all of you equally, but I don’t think you’d be keen on this particular spot I’m taking Yaz to. It’s just not that...interesting.”

“Well, what is it then?” Ryan asked.

“Just the Frost Fair of 1814.” She glanced around the room as she half-mumbled the words, trying to come off as nonchalant as possible.

“Yo, does that mean ice skating?!” Ryan sat bolt upright, a grin spreading across his face. “Not that interesting. What are you on, mate?”

The Doctor raised an eyebrow. “Wouldn’t that be difficult with your dyspraxia?” She wasn’t one to practice ableism, but her desperation had her grasping at straws.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t give it a shot,” Ryan protested, standing up from his seat. “I’ve been learning to ride my bike, haven’t I? I’ve climbed huge ladders, I’ve faced robots and aliens, for crying out loud. I can at least have a go.”

The Doctor was bewildered. This was a burst of self-confidence from Ryan at a time that most inconvenienced her.

“Yeah, and don’t count me in as uninterested,” Graham joined in. “They’ve gotta have some bloody good shish chicken there, and I’d be keen to have a taste of 1814 gin. Not to mention, weren’t there sword swallowers there? I wanna figure out how they do it.”

The Doctor blinked, and Yaz voiced her exact thoughts. “Suddenly you know everything about the 1814 Frost Fair?”

Graham shrugged. “Well, you gotta do your research when you’re travelling with the Doctor.”

The Doctor couldn’t believe it. It was already impossible to have any alone time with Yaz on their journeys, but now, even in their free time, she couldn’t have one day to explore the feelings that had been growing in her chest with every passing moment.

Throwing up her hands in resignation, she raised her eyebrows and smiled tightly at the boys. “Fine, we’ll all go then.”

The two of them whooped and high-fived, and Yaz smiled knowingly at the Doctor; although, the Doctor didn’t think Yaz could possibly have understood her intentions. She wasn’t even exactly sure of her own feelings, and she certainly didn’t expect the young officer to reciprocate them.

The four clambered eagerly into the TARDIS, the Doctor dawdling behind with a slouch and a pout. She noticed Yaz watching her out of the corner of her eye but thought nothing of it as she made her way to the control console. Forcing herself to regain her focus, she began inputting coordinates, biting her lip lightly in concentration, and, in part, to force down her vexation.

“Oi, Graham,” Ryan said, a small smile playing across his lips. “What do you get when you cross a vampire and a snowman?”

“What?”

“Frostbite.”

“That was a crime,” Graham groaned.

“That was pretty bad,” Yaz agreed.

“No, I’ll tell you a real good one,” Graham continued and Yaz sighed. “I thought it was going to be frosty, so I plugged my electric blanket in beside my toaster. I kept popping out of bed all night!”

“Not the time for jokes, fam.” the Doctor interrupted before the boys could continue their tirade. “Everyone hold on to something, I’m having to reason strongly with the TARDIS right now, and I can’t predict how she’ll react.”

“What’re you reasoning with it for?” Ryan asked, grabbing onto the nearest time rotor crystal, unsure of what exactly there was to hold on to.

“I’ll explain later,” the Doctor replied hastily, still irked by his and Graham’s presence, and her concentration fixated on preparing the TARDIS.

The TARDIS began its all-too-familiar whirring and vworping, and the Doctor allowed herself a small, satisfied smile. Humans may be difficult and inconvenient, but at least the TARDIS was constant and, while not always predictable, predictable in its unpredictability. She ran her hands over the console, soaking in its mechanical warmth and finding grips as the ship began to take off. She grinned in relief as she sensed the vortex energy giving in, and widened her stance in preparation.

After a short, bumpy flight, the four of them released their holds, and the companions turned to the Doctor for guidance.

“Doctor,” Yaz murmured, approaching the blonde with her hands folded. “This is 1814, yeah?”

“Yes, yes, it is.”

“What are we gonna do about, um...” Yaz trailed off, unsure of how to address the subject, but instead gesturing to her face in a circling motion, and then Ryan’s.

The Doctor bit her lip in acknowledgement. “Don’t worry, I’d thought of that, this ain’t my first rodeo with the terrible man-made creation of racism. Unfortunately, I can’t do much to protect you two, but I’ve got a closet full of clothes to dress you up, and you’ve got me to protect you every step of the way.”

“And me,” Graham butted in, puffing his chest proudly. “I’ll protect you with my life.”

“No offense, Graham, but I feel much safer with the Doctor,” Ryan replied, earning an indignant pout from his grandfather.

“If you want to find the wardrobe, just head down that corridor,” the Doctor continued. “It’s the first door on the left, then the second right, duck under the stairs, go past the bins, and it’s through the fifth door on the left.”

Ryan blinked, Graham raised an eyebrow, and Yaz bit her lip to hold in a chuckle. The Doctor sighed in amusement and waved a hand towards herself. “I’ll just show you the way, eh?”

Once the four of them had decked themselves out in 19th-century-style clothing, they returned to the control room, Graham visibly uncomfortable in his tight waistcoat and tailcoat.

“Glad we evolved from this uptight garb,” he mumbled grumpily as the Doctor opened the TARDIS door, allowing a blast of cold air to rush into the room, blowing Ryan’s top hat off. The four of them stumbled back a little, before peeking out into a world of white. Snowflakes drifted lazily around them as figures, young and old, wandered up and down the frozen River Thames, barely any unsmiling faces to be seen.

“Doctor, this is beautiful,” Yaz murmured, taking in the view, her mouth slightly agape. Despite having seen countless regions of space and lands she’d never anticipated seeing in her lifetime, this winter wonderland was still enough to leave her almost speechless.

The Doctor couldn’t help but smile to see her eyes so full of fascination, but after allowing herself only a moment of adoration, she dragged herself back into the present. “If I’ve calculated the coordinates correctly, we can’t possibly collide with one of my previous incarnations,” she said. “Ten points if you counted how many c words I said in that sentence.”

Ryan choked on a short laugh, but Yaz raised her eyebrows. “You’ve been here before, Doctor?”

“Oh, yes, few times,” the Time Lord replied. “I took another companion, Mai, ice skating, three generations back; came here twice with two different friends in my last one; I even came here when I first ever started traveling; and finally, I took my, er, dear friend River here to hear Stevie Wonder sing under London Bridge.” She wasn’t quite ready to explain the nature of her relationship with River, especially not to Yaz. Not that she fully understood or acknowledged why it was so tricky to tell Yaz.

Yaz’s eyebrows shot up even farther. “So, this is quite a special place for you, Doc?” Graham said.

The Doctor kicked around at something at her feet, shrugging. “Yeah, I guess so.”

Yaz opened her mouth to say something, but Ryan interjected with, “Well, what are we all standing around for, come on now, let’s check it out!”

They headed out, the Doctor locking up the TARDIS, and the cold air swelled in their nostrils, their throats and their lungs. Wrapping herself up tighter in her coat, Yaz turned slowly as they walked toward the stalls, taking everything in.

Dim rays of sunlight glimpsed through the thick cloud coverage, and Union Jacks were draped from makeshift pubs and food stalls, some of them adorned with the red ensign, presumably to represent the boatmen who could no longer travel down the river.

Children chased each other across the ice, dodging and diving between traders and their customers. Small fires were lit near food tents, meat roasting on spits across them, the smell wafting through the chill and tantalizing her senses. The subtle scent of brandy mixed with it, as well as bitter hints of tobacco, but Yaz breathed it all in, grinning as she absorbed the final Frost Fair in all its grandeur.

It warmed the Doctor’s heart to see her dearest companion so happy; she didn’t even register her own smile growing as she watched her.

“Is that my shish chicken?!” Graham cried, turning to the Doctor helplessly. “You don’t happen to have a couple quid that’d work in this century, do ya, Doc?”

The Doctor turned to him, amused, and dug around in her pocket. “I always come prepared, Graham,” she replied, pulling out a few pounds and shillings. “Who am I to deprive you of your shish chicken? Share these with Ryan, and don’t spend it all in one place!”

“You got it, Doc, much obliged!” He sauntered over to a wide-eyed Ryan, hooking an arm around his and guiding him towards an aromatic tent, his face upturned to soak in the smells.

The Doctor couldn’t believe her luck. Maybe her plan wasn’t completely spoiled after all.

“So, how was it exactly, you got Stevie Wonder to sing in 1814 on the River Thames?”

The Doctor turned to see Yaz, her hands dug in her pockets and a small smirk playing across her lips.

“Well, I can’t spare all of the details on that,” she replied, “but let’s just say he was entirely unaware of any time travel.”

Yaz chuckled. “Isn’t that a little mean?”

The Doctor pursed her lips, considering this. “In hindsight, maybe, but no harm was really done. He got to visit an exciting point in history. He’ll just never know it.”

Rolling her eyes and grinning, Yaz copied Graham’s move and hooked an arm through the Doctor’s, making both of the Time Lord’s hearts skip a beat or two. “Show me around, Doctor, since you’re clearly so familiar with the place.”

Taking the opportunity with no hesitation, the Doctor led the way towards a wooden barricade, weaving deftly through the crowd while Yaz had no problem keeping up. She looked around keenly, before emitting a relieved ‘ah!’ and dragging Yaz to a small booth, pulling out more coins from her pocket with the other hand. Handing them to a short, bespectacled man who appeared to be running the stand, she grabbed two pairs of ice skates off the counter, handing one to Yaz. “Hopefully they fit alright!”

Yaz inspected the skates, the long metal blades sharp and shining, the boots made from starchy leather, unlike any she’d find in her own time. She looked up to see the Doctor hopping from one foot to another, trying to remove her shoes and replace them with the skates without having to sit down in the snow. She chuckled at the sight, and offered her arm to steady the struggling blonde. The Doctor took it gratefully, and once she’d donned the skates, offered her own for Yaz.

Tossing their regular boots to the side, they slipped through a gap in the barricade, where snow had been shovelled away to create a rink. Children, young and old couples, and solo skaters glided around the two of them as they struggled to gain their balance.

“How likely d’you think it is that our boots will be snatched up?” Yaz queried.

The Doctor shrugged, giving her a small apologetic smile. “Probably.”

Yaz shrugged back, and the two clasped hands and began moving slowly across the ice, their skates scraping viciously as they tried to create a rhythm.

“If you let go of my hand, I’ll kill you,” Yaz said, giggling.

“You would need to be able to skate on your own to catch me.”

Yaz’s jaw dropped in amused shock as the Doctor snatched her hand back, skating away at what she probably thought was a rapid pace. The two of them laughed as they began a clumsy game of cat and mouse, wobbling and trying unsuccessfully to maintain their footing.

Eventually, the Doctor made one false move, sending her foot flying out from beneath her, and she fell on her back with a small thud. Yaz, in a desperate attempt to stop herself from crashing into her crumpled form, felt her weight shift forward as she plummeted down. She threw her hands out just in time to catch herself, hovering mere millimetres above the Doctor’s panting form. Their eyes met, both at a loss for words as their shared body heat became overwhelming and Yaz struggled to keep herself up.

“Here, let me-” The Doctor gently pushed Yaz up from under her arms, sitting up as she did so. They shuffled themselves to the edge of the rink and sat back against the barricade, grinning shyly at each other, hoping the other skaters wouldn’t be inconvenienced by their respite.

“So, waddya think?” the Doctor asked, kicking at the ice timidly.

Yaz smiled. “No Stevie Wonder in sight, but this certainly is nice.”

The Doctor opened her mouth, then closed it. She wanted to say that Stevie Wonder was entirely unnecessary when Yaz’s presence was a delight enough for her; but there was no way to know she felt the same way. Unless-

“Doctor,” Yaz interrupted her thoughts; it was her turn now to kick nervously at the ice, her eyes drifting anywhere but towards the Time Lord’s familiar gaze. “You- you said you brought your dearest friends here, a- and you didn’t originally want Ryan and Graham coming along with us.”

The Doctor couldn’t look away from Yaz’s shivering form despite the confrontation in her tone. Something about her being so vulnerable, so comfortable with her, although nervous, made her even more beautiful in that moment. She bit her lip lightly as she shifted her weight, and Yaz finally turned and locked eyes with her.

“Is- is there something you want to talk about, Doctor?”

It was rare that the Doctor was at a loss for words, but in this moment, she had nothing but love in her hearts, and it was a difficult thing to speak into existence.

Instead, she reached a hand out to caress Yaz’s cheek, cupping it, holding her gaze, her face inching closer. She waited for her to pull away, to protest, but she didn’t; in fact, she seemed to be moving in in time with her.

“... You’re good to me, Yaz,” she murmured, before their lips met tenderly, and heat blossomed within her chest. Nothing had ever felt so long-awaited and so right, and as Yaz’s hand crept around the back of her neck, the fire inside of her blazed brighter.

Her lips were impossibly soft, and the Doctor’s hearts fluttered with every movement of their mouths, her hands near losing feeling with the bliss that overwhelmed her. It felt far too soon when they inevitably pulled away, hands lingering around each other’s necks.

The Doctor almost felt relieved to see the beaming smile on Yaz’s face, both of them slightly breathless, their eyes drifting back helplessly to the other’s lips.

“We should probably go find the others,” Yaz murmured, and the Doctor blinked, bringing herself back to earth.

“Of course, yeah,” she agreed hastily, worried that she’d somehow read it wrong. She scrambled to her feet, but Yaz pulled her back down to her level.

“We should absolutely revisit this later, though,” she whispered, “Doctor.” Pressing another chaste kiss to her lips, Yaz rose to her feet, using the Doctor’s arm as a brace before the besotted Time Lord could even process what just happened.

Much to their surprise, they found their boots exactly where they’d found them, and in no rush, they replaced their ice skates with them, eyes flitting back to each other, lips still tingling and embers still glowing in their breasts.

They returned the skates, smiling first at the bespectacled man and then at each other, as if they shared a scandalous secret. They wandered through the fair in search of their friends, the snow falling around them as they disappeared into the crowds, hand in hand.

#thasmin #thirteenth doctor #doctor who #yasmin khan #yaz khan #jodie whittaker #mandip gill #doctor who fic #doctor who fanfiction #i barely know these characters i have no business writing for them wtf is wrong with me

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maskedhatter · 5 months

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I feel like "Thasmin" & "Destiel" should form their own subcategory in terms of queerbait. You know, the one where they make an lgbt+ technically cannon a few episodes before to the finale in order to bait shipper's/lgbt+ folks into watching said finale, only to do NOTHING with said lgbt+ ship and make no reference to the ship ever being a thing.

#destiel #thasmin #supernatural #i don't even ship these ship's #i feel bad for their fans though #seriously #you deserved better #though thasmin stans i implore you #please get better standards when it comes to seekibg out rep #dont accept the shitty breadcrumbs that chibnall gave you #you guys deserved a “i could save the earth but loose you”#or a dalek saying “what use are emotions if you will not save the woman you love?” moment #don't accept table scraps #straight pairings don't have to #so why should we?

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ssaalexblake · 1 month

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re: that poll, i think Thasmin has given me a complex, bc SO many people were clearly only shipping two women for the sake of shipping two women and not paying the slightest bit of attention to what either character is actually Like. To the point people got pissed off when they acted according to established characterisation and that didn't match up to their cottagecore fantasy of them.

Because, call me whatever, I actually think to ship a ship you need to actually Like the characters together, bc sooo many people actually just don't even like the ship at all and just made up some cookie cutter uwu sofy gfs fantasy to project on them bc the characters didn't matter at all, that it's gay mattered. And that's not liking the ship.

Like fine, whatever, do that all you want for whatever ship you want out there, i can't and wouldn't try and stop you, but I do kind of think that the actual writing and characterisation of the characters is pretty important in terms of actually genuinely liking a ship. It's the most important one, actually.

#dw shit

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jolivira · 1 year

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DW POSITIVITY DRIVE

in case you havent seen it, theres this initiative going around by taka to share stuff we love about doctor who!

so heres my list of stuff, in no particular order:

thasmin

I could write for hours about how important thasmin is to me but to spare all of you I wanted to focus on how the ship happened on the show, how chibbs, mandip and jodie saw our love for the characters and how much we related to them and decided to make it happen for us! and ended up gaving us one of the most beautiful wlw storylines ever

series 5

the whole crack in the wall plot is so well written and so mysterious and fun, honestly for me s5 is a capsule of everything good in doctor who! I loooove the fairytale/peter pan storyline sprinkled through amy's character, the humour, the episodes, river coming back, thE VAN GOGH EPISODE????

the van gogh episode

(I thought it deserved its own topic thingy because its that good)

PRAXEUS

its such a good episode, the visuals are stunning, the character parallels are great, the humour is good, it has so many iconic lines ("did she say brains" "thats why you smell like a dead bird" "Im a sucker for a scientist"), DID I MENTION BRAZILIAN QUEEN GABRIELA SPEAKING PORTUGUESE, the episode also takes advantage of the tardis potential and we go to new places outside europe/north america, gay kiss, its just such a good episodeeeeeee

him

missy what a beautifully complex character... sillyness combined with terrifying seriousness, danger, unpredictability and tragedy, with a potential for good just under the surface. basically I really like her and I will defend her to the end of times

yasmin khan god where do I even start. I think yaz has one of the most beautiful character arcs Ive ever seen, subtle and gentle, just like her. yaz is a character that at first glance people dont really get, and youre not supposed to, slowly she grows inside of you, opens up and develops. her journey from struggling with bullying and mental health issues, to desperately looking for something important to do and then meeting the doctor, falling in love with her, repressing her feelings to then finally come to terms with it and love her life like she never thought possible before (I need to stop here otherwise Im gonna bawl my eyes out) ((but you get the gist))

just any time the doctor speaks/pretends to speak with animals, aliens that dont speak english or babies, thats my shit right there

coatless 13 in the magenta shirt (I love her so much)

anytime the doctor Fixes or Builds Things and they are surrounded with steampunk tools and helmets and shit, like yes little nerd go make something explode

this one is a bit of a cheat cause its not about the show itself! but I just wanted to say a big thank you to everyone who creates stuff as well as supports stuff being made here in the fandom! in special I wanted to thank fanfic writers yall are fucking incredible and those masterpieces have helped me a ton, they also truly inspire me, so yeah keep on being amazing!!

I think that's all for now at least, and if you reached the end of this enormous post make sure to make your own, go go go!

#dw positivity drive #dw #dw positivity #doctor who #this is such a nice idea #its also really fun to just word vomit stuff i love about this show kdhkdsfhkfd #thasmin #thirteenth doctor #yasmin khan #discussion #also unrelated but tumblrs post editor was so buggy??#i had to write this twice and it was An Experience

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carry-on-every-neverland-magic · 2 years

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Thirteen and Yaz are a tragedy they had no time left no time. Yaz coming to terms with her sexuality was an amazing thing, loving the doctor was an amazing thing and knowing she felt the same in return...but their story was cut short.

I love so many of the moments in POTD and Thasmin has some great emotional ones (carrying her bridal style HELLO KJFDGSDJBGDSJ) BUT I feel robbed and its not just because they ran out of time its more like missed opportunities for an extra scene or two, another conversation, another heartfelt truth.

Look I didn’t need a kiss (I hoped for it I even expected it honk honk) and I am the FIRST person to vouch for platonic love (most my otp’s are actually platonic soulmates in canon and I value that SO much) but Yaz and thirteen were no longer platonic, they were romantic. You don’t compare someone to your wife or go on a date with them if they’re not.

So yes I was expecting more (even though Jodie and Mandip and most of the cast nailed their performances) and the ep overall wasn’t bad at all and some of it made me feel things but the way Yaz moved on seemingly so easily and so fast felt wrong, the way thirteen clearly loved her but wrapped that up in sentences with Graham and Ryan and Dan (and again I love platonic love more than anything but girl thasmin was romantic) Dan saw it, WE saw it. So why did they do barely anything with it in the finale?

Its weird because I don’t hate the ep nor the thasmin beautiful crumbs we got but I do feel that it was rushed that Yaz would never leave so easily even if it was out of love and being strong to move forward with her found family and acceptance of who she is. I didn’t get enough of Yaz and Thirteen. Maybe that was the point. But I’m still sad and kinda crushed even whilst holding onto those moments tonight where their love for each other was clear (and thats kudos to Jodie and Mandip)

Anyway join me in my AU where Thasmin kissed, got married, got to live a long life together (Dan as best man ofc) in some Rose/Ten kinda deal anything to just give them that time because I’m happy here and also have cookies.

#doctor who spoilers #potd spoilers #potd #thasmin #yaz #thirteen #jodie whittaker #mandip gill #its so weird to not hate the ep and to actually have enjoyed a lot of it #but to still feel kinda sad and hollow about it #</3

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syrinsappho · 1 year

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I'm going to say something slightly controversial about 13 and Yazmin...

I had recently watched a video essay about how Thasmin (the 13th doctor and Yasmin Kahn) was queerbating, and I have some of my own strong opinions on the topic. Spoilers ahead:

Firstly, Yaz isn't the first queer character in the series, nor the first queer companion. I can only speak on New Who since I haven't seen all of the classic stuff yet, but that goes to Jack. You could argue Jack wasn't a companion perse, but even then, Bill was literally the season before 13's meeting with Yaz.

Secondly, just because something seems retroactive doesn't mean it is, was, or is bad even if it was. Yaz's build up to obsession over the doctor is very much apparent throughout her second season, and only grows stronger throughout all of Flux. The way people show emotion and compassion are different for everyone, so while some people may pick up on things immediately, others may miss them entirely. Though I saw it coming from earlier on then others, not everyone did see it coming, but that's not a bad thing either.

"If this was straight..." is an argument heard a lot, and for me personally it's a stupid one (more about that later), but if you look at their relationship from the perspective of a straight one, it wouldn't be as shocking, and no one would say anything about this being left field. Queer people can have a "straight" attraction to someone of the same gender. (See *1)

The shortcomings from their relationship is common amongst LGNTQIA+ relationships, and expected amongst any relationship with the doctor. Internal rejection is very much something a lot of queer people face, myself included. Especially queer people on the ace spectrum, which many people believe the doctor to be on. And while the doctor admits to having those feelings, she is scared of losing her. That fear is not something she gets over. She let's it take over and they end off with a bittersweet goodbye.

I don't argue that who had used queer baiting in the past, but I do argue that this arc is very much NOT queer baiting. The connection feels genuine and worried about from both sides. The doctor even questions what they are in one of the earlier episodes (Arachnids in the UK anyone?) 13 has always been closed off, when she gets emotional she pushes away. She knows that about herself, and also knows that she will change. She knows that she's lost people in the past, and will continue to do so in the future. Her backing away, even though she loves Yaz, is the most expected outcome in their connection, because if she didn't it would only result in them both being hurt in the long term. The worst part about the doctor will always be regeneration. (See *2)

As a person on the aro/ace spectrum, this is the kind of representation I love in queer media. The kind where it is "baiting" by being replaceable, because it's still a love story. I like representation where the heavy words are the love story, and the queer is just an adjective. Stories where queer people are just people are just as good representation as stories where queer people are overly queer.

Oh and, most importantly... YAZ SAYS SHE LOVES THE DOCTOR. And the doctor is also non-gendered, galifrey doesn't really use gender like we do anyways.

There is a sort of understood difference between loving someone in a "gay way" and loving someone. It's a hard explain, but it's one you understand if you do. People love in different ways, and the way that love gets shown is often times decided to be based on whatever type of relationship they're in, but people can also break those standards. I think we shouldn't call it gay way and love because that's semi homophobic, but pure love breaks gender, doesn't care about anything. And it feels like that love for the doctor is pure, obsessive, but pure. As Clara would put it, the doctor is an addiction.

The doctor can't always grow from past mistakes. Because of how regeneration works, a character arc doesn't mean the character will stay that way *coughs* Missy anyone? *coughs* Regeneration will always change the doctor, and its not just physically. So the doctor often times has to relearn emotions and how to process them. We see this most notably with Capaldi and Clara. Regeneration is a renewal, and sometimes renewing something means pulling out the old cpu for a non outdated one. Change is good, but the doctor can't always keep effort they put into one regeneration to the next. They can hope they will, but hope isn't the same as knowing.

Either way, I personally believe it isn't queer baiting, though I can understand how people do see it that way. Not meaning to invalidate anyone's opinion on the matter, I'm just stating my own point of view on it. I think their relationship is toxic and harmful and poorly timed, but I also think it's real. Which makes the bittersweet even more bitter. I would love to hear others opinions on this though!

#new who #doctor who #thasmin #thazmin #13th doctor #jodie whittaker #yazmin kahn #The Doctor #Tardis #sonic screwdriver

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sapphiremcguire · 7 months

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gay doctor who vent lol

In real life I have to talk about Doctor Who with people who are not queer at all and I feel like I have to hide the fact that it's literally the gayest show on television. I never know if I'm crossing the line of sounding like an insane tumblrina grasping at straws to make my ships canon vs someone who actually wants to study film and has always been interested in queer history in media. and its not like this is supernatural we're talking about, y'all have fun with your destiel gifs but it's not remotely the same. my boys literally kiss boys on screen and I have to convince straight boys it's not just to laugh at. I still have to use terms like "queer-coded" for characters that are literally queer. it's so frustrating trying to shove these fictional characters in the closet for the average dw enjoyer to have a conversation with me. And this goes the other way too for queer people that don't watch doctor who! I remember talking to a friend who wasn't caught up and they asked me if thasmin was actually canon or if it was just you know, an internet reaction. I could talk so much more about that part of it because that's way more serious. I can't blame gay people for being disappointed with how gay representation has failed them in the past. and its not the BEST in doctor who. but it is extremely present and important. It's pretty much impossible to separate doctor who from it's queerness. or at least I will never know what it's like to look at it outside of that lens. and I feel like I am made to look less intellectual because of that.

#vent #my post #doctor who

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sappysapphic13 · 2 months

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It’s the last day of the school term before the Summer holidays and after a terrible week, all Yasmin Khan, the school's Pastoral Support Officer, wants is to fly home to the nest and nestle beneath her mother’s wing. Her parents’ idyllic country cottage 'Swallow’s Rest' couldn’t be a more perfect place for Yaz to unwind and forget her troubles. For one blissful month, she’ll have her dinners prepared for her, fresh-scented bedding provided, and coffee set on the kitchen table before she’s even sat down for breakfast. Just Yaz, her doting mother, her eccentric father, and her lovingly teasing little sister… Oh. And chaos incarnate in navy dungarees: the Khans' gardener, Jesse Smith.

"Where you tend a rose, my lad, A thistle cannot grow.” ― Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden

Rating:

Mature

Archive Warning:

No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories:

F/F, Other

Fandoms:

Doctor Who, Doctor Who (2005), Doctor Who & Related Fandoms

Relationships:

Thasmin - Relationship, Thirteenth Doctor/Yasmin Khan, Najia Khan/Hakim Khan, Thirteen/Yaz, Thirteenth Doctor/Yaz Khan, Thirteenth Doctor & River Song

Characters:

The Doctor, Thirteen, Thirteenth Doctor, Yasmin Khan, Yaz Khan, Najia Khan, Hakim Khan, Sonya Khan, The Master (Dhawan), The Master (Doctor Who), River Song (briefly)

Additional Tags:

Idiots in Love, gay pining, self discovery, In which Yasmin Khan is an oblivious idiot and Jesse is a goodhearted weirdo, Country cottage AU, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Enemies to Lovers, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Whump, Yasmin Khan is having a very bad no good time, for now, Neurodivergent enby gardener!Thirteen, School pastoral support officer!Yaz, Bill Potts - Freeform, Potter!Potts, Donna Noble - Freeform, Donna Temple , Therapist!Donna

Language: English Stats:Published: 2023-09-05 Updated: 2024-03-31 Words: 79,052 Chapters: 26/? Comments: 307 Kudos: 146 Bookmarks: 8 Hits: 3,138

#thasmin #thasmin fic #thasmin fanfic #doctor who #thirteenth doctor #thirteen x Yaz #thirteen x Yasmin Khan #:)))

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greymantledlady · 2 years

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actually maybe let people be disappointed about the dropped ball of the thasmin storyline without making a million posts saying 'IT'S NOT QUEERBAIT'?? ...very tone deaf imo.

like no maybe it's technically not queerbait but it sure is erasure of a complete wlw plotline... which is kind of worse? and it's not like 'queerbait' is a term with a solidly defined meaning even. people are allowed to be disappointed and be vocal about it.

#thasmin #russian troll energy #doctor who spoilers #dw spoilers #my post

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strangesmallbard · 2 years

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i’m still landing in two different minds about the finale re: thasmin:

1) sometimes the most true ending for characters isn’t the happiest, and i can say with full confidence that thirteen/yaz completed their arcs exquisitely. yaz became all she wanted to become when she met thirteen, and parted ways knowing she loved and was loved. she also refused to say goodbye, giving their parting such a tragic edge. if she stayed with thirteen, it would be goodbye. it would break them both, so yaz allows thirteen to leave her her once more, knowing it’s incomplete, but not abandoned—not like before. she’s alive, well, as strong as she knows, and surrounded by friends who will always understand.

meanwhile, (and this is more-so an interpretation of events) thirteen thinks with her very stupid hearts that sparing yaz her regeneration will spare her pain. same with not consummating a romantic relationship in any way. it’s so deeply tragic because thirteen was there, she was ready to open herself up again, but now her story is over. but god, is she loved. god, did she love. she didn’t want her parting with yaz to hurt. she didn’t want the next doctor to be born in heartache, like she was. and of course, she’s stupid! just communicate, doctor! come on, kiss the girl. god it’s tragic. i love it so much.

2) we all know that mainstream tv (like the bbc) has a terrible habit of queerbaiting. i still wouldn’t call thasmin a cut-and-dry case, but i’m aware that certain parties hold a vested interest in appealing to cishet fans of dw and keeping the show child-friendly. thasmin smooching would not make the show any less child-friendly, but likely some analyst crunched homophobic numbers and decided well, don’t make it too explicit. toe the line.

i am conjecturing, but i also know how these things go. it’s so tired, and i’m tired. i want the story above to be the true story, but likely all the glorious tragedy i enjoy about thasmin is also a weird vestige of ye olde censorship. i want to enjoy the unspoken, tender nature of thasmin, but i think they needed a strong verbal confirmation and some smooching. there is still doubt, and in this landscape, there shouldn’t be any.

the least lgbt people can have is some smooching on television, and even that’s a battle. i’m tired of vague salutes and dancing around terms. i love yaz’s coming out arc and feel its authenticity in my very bones, but i want more words said out loud about it. all that being said, thasmin will always be a fan product and fan-loved. (and loved by jodie/mandip + chosen by chibnall, which is no small thing.) anyway tl;dr i’m going to keep making characters smooch whether networks want me to or not, it’s my god given right, etc

#thasmin #yell.txt

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oodlyenough · 2 years

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anyway here's some power of the doctor thoughts from someone who phased in and out of thirteen's era very casually and only saw like a cumulative 10 episodes of it, maybe

honestly i enjoyed it more-or-less/more than i expected, lol, maybe because i had no particular expectations riding on it i just wanted to see what would happen. i don't think it was the tightest or most coherent script but no showrunner's finale ever has been LMAO so... it is what it is.

the master's entire plan seemed overly convoluted and i don't entirely follow why we had half the plot elements we had, but i'm also always willing to accept the master doing fuckshit for reasons that don't really go beyond wanting to ruin the doctor's day and get their attention. so like. sure. i can roll w that lmfao. the daleks and cyberman stuff seemed totally superfluous too but... whatever idc

dhawan's master isn't my fave master but he's enjoyable to watch, imo. the most bonkers one of the 3 modern i think? which considering the competition is a high bar, lol.

i think a bigger crit, for me, of 13-era master is more on jodie's end, where i don't get as much conflict and whatnot from her, which in turn makes it a less interesting dynamic than the other modern master+doctor combos. the push-pull mutual obsession is what makes them fun! i don't believe 13 would cradle his body sobbing and begging him to regenerate after he tortured her for a year, so really, what's the point

it was nice seeing ace and tegan. i think i maybe once saw a serial with each but it was so long ago, so i won't pretend any kind of authority in terms of how they were written. but i liked having them around lol

i think it was a bit of an odd choice to have dhawan 'take over' the doctor's body or ...whatever... in jodie's very last episode. it would've been a better showcase for jodie whittaker, and accomplished the same basic plan, if somehow HE regenerated into HER, and jodie got to play both the doctor and the master. ah well, because...

i really liked the old doctor cameos! I was not spoiled for it at all and i thought it was very sweet, especially giving five+tegan and seven+ace their moments together.i'm sure the actors appreciated a chance to be together too. just nice :) and i love my man eight lmao... king

also the mishmash outfit of all the past doctor outfits was cute

i thought the "tag you're it" line was a cute ending line! (although it would've been better if she regenerated into ncuti ...lol. i'm sure it was written and acted long before they settled on the 60th plans so i guess it can't be helped.)

the big downside to me was: yaz and thasmin

thasmin isn't a ship i'm invested in personally but i did start watching again after they canonized yaz's feelings in EOTD because i was like oh, how far will the show go with this? and the answer is apparently "nowhere". LOTSD felt totally unresolved and then we just never brought it up again. i can live without a kiss or a happily ever after, but when you've spent nearly a year patting yourselves on the back for a queer doctor/companion relationship, only to not do the barest minimum to address it, that's fucked up. why canonize your accidental-by-admission subtext if you're not going to DO ANYTHING? sorry to the shippers who really got jerked around by this show for no reason.

and then, even setting aside that irritation, the most egregious thing of all...

yaz's exit. just absolutely flabbergasted they did yaz/mandip so dirty that they didn't even TRY to come up with and articulate a reason for her to leave. ludicrous!!! she spends her whole time swallowing her feelings for the doctor's comfort and that extends all the way to leaving because the doctor kicked her out with nary a hug? what the fuck? one of the longest running companions ever and this is the sendoff she gets, kicked out because the doctor decides, sans explanation, she "needs to be alone" to regenerate despite having regenerated with many companions prior? lmao... yaz sweetie i'm so sorry. she doesn't even get to give the speech to the companion support group. my god. martha jones you need to call her up immediately

#doctor who #dw spoilers

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