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Love watching Lost when I'm having a bad day cause no matter what kind of day I'm having, Jack Shephard is having a worse one

Close enough. I love you nurses on the Tardis <3

Tense ride huh!?

if anyone even cares at all

in another life… I would be yor gurl 😔

twelve for all of season 8:

When Suzie left Torchwood, she was on the run. She wiped all her records. I couldn't retrieve her files. She was good at computers.

My ass could never be the doctor because I would have killed myself the second time the daleks came back

“You’re looking smart,” the Doctor observed as the Magistrate took his place alongside him. “Black suits you.” Underneath his cloak was a collarless tunic. The Magistrate brushed some dust from it. “What are you going to wear?” “This,” the Doctor said, flicking his old college scarf over his shoulder. “Don’t you think?” The Magistrate raised an eyebrow. “Not very formal. Scruffy, in fact.”

She is the mother I never had. she is the sister everybody would want. She is the friend everybody deserves. I don’t know a better person.

The spooky season hits me hard this year, sorry for that 🤍

Ref and lined version bellow

HAPPY FRIDAY I MISS THEM

Another proposition for the 27/10/2024 Whouffaldi creative evening prompt « My roommate is a Vampire »

This one is inspired by the Jenna Levine novel first page that you can see below 🤍

Does it ever hit you that Martha sat down in New New York and told the Doctor that she needed his honesty more than she needed to go home and that religious music played in the background at that scene and it was almost framed as a confession, in the most religious sense, and go a little bit feral? That as early as her third episode, she was framed as his equal, equally divine, equally a doctor, able to confront him, able to make him honest, able to sympathize with him, able to abide with him? That so few companions have ever spent so much time in one time period with the Doctor (1969/1913, for example), being with him/her, not running, just staying? That for every fucking thing Ten did wrong as John Smith/after coming back to himself in Human Nature/Family of Blood, he trusted her enough to leave himself vulnerable and human in her care, because he trusted her as a Doctor, because she was just as much a Doctor as he was? That Martha was, more than any other companion of the Tenth Doctor's, his equal, that her final speech about not being second was not just talking about her not being second best to Rose but about being second best to him? That she finally understood what had been true from the moment that they met and she closed Stoker's eyes and the Doctor realized that she had not just bravery and cleverness but a kindness that he had forgotten, that Martha Jones, more than anything else, has been and always will be The Doctor?

I know the timelines wouldn’t make sense but imagine if river showed up at the university twelve and bill are at and in the midst of them having a conversation an old friend of bill’s comes by and is like “oh hey bill who are you talking to” and she’s like “my granddad and… my nan.” and river gives her a look like I do NOT look that old we will talk about this later

15 pictures with deep meanings:

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get in losers in the elevenclara car, we're going shopping

the doctor flirting with martha while jack is actively dying in the background is making me wheeze

Some Ten and Martha hugs 🥰

Doctor Doctor 😊

THE DOCTOR We had a pact, him and me. Every star in the universe, we were going to see them all.

My version of The Master and The Doctor in their Academy days 😊

A speedpaint video of this will be available at my Patreon on april 1st!

the doctor's relationship with clara mesmerizes me, to be completely frank. like wdym you split yourself in his time stream so there was no version of him throughout his immortal life that didn't coexist with a version of you that would die when the moment arose in order to save him. wdym you consider her the only mystery worth solving and your fixation on her to be the thing that saved you from wasting away in victorian london out of grief, renouncing every vow and principle you've upheld as the basis for your entire identity. wdym you believe in him so strongly that the fervency of your faith is a shackle clasped around both of your ankles, but you don't even care because your hand is in his and you know he will save you from this. wdym you're slowly becoming agonizingly aware that she's become as reckless with her life as you are with yours in her desperation to become like you and it's killing you because there is no one like you for good reason (there is only the master, but that's a completely separate ballpark); you know every relationship you have ever started has a grave marker staked in it from the moment of its conception but you thought you'd have longer than this. you need her, you need her, you need her. you'll walk through hell for however long it takes to get her back and you will not regret even a single moment of it. like wdym by that

our thirty-first piece is…

princess arianne martell by @thetullystark

if you’d like a comm of your own drawn by a random artist on our team, donate 15 CAD or more to Siraj’s campaign and send us the receipt!

there can only be one sun

"If I look back I am lost." Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen.

i will never get over it