Maybe it’s for the best that Donna and Twelve never met because I’m pretty sure their interactions would’ve resulted in a chaotic dumbass energy echo chamber where they’d be like “oh yeah let’s go steal an EXTEMELY cursed object from a well-gaurded museum while inexplicably dressed like cowboys that just so happen to have incredibly loud spurs on their boots” without pausing for even a moment to think of how that might, in fact, be a bad idea and they should at least change shoes first
Now you might say, “wait, I think Donna acted like The Doctor’s impulse control, wouldn’t she calm the situation down?” to which I reply “She was Ten’s impulse control in terms of his impulse to be shitty or self destructive, HOWEVER, when Ten fought off a giant lava monster in Pompeii using a water gun and gusto, her response was not ‘oh my god what the hell are we doing’, but ‘I bloody love you!’. This woman THRIVES on chaos.”
Donna: what are you doing??
12: setting fire to this toaster to see what happens. My bet is that nardole comes down and yells at me for doing that.
i’m a simple woman. if theres a story where the main leader dude is like “we gotta put together a team” and then it cuts between them finding the team members in various positions that indicate their jobs & personalities in neatly-put-together little vignettes before they all come together and just clash horrifically because they have to learn how to operate with each other, then i am all over that shit like white on rice that’s my favorite fuckin trope
