Seriously tfp is so bad I'm actually HOPING we get a Doctor Who crossover at this point. Just land the fucking Tardis in the living room of 221b and erase all this bullshit, go back to Reichenbach and ACTUALLY fix it
Call it a sheer coincidence that I’m extremely worried about upsetting someone on here, explained it all in a long and boring post, and then I see this memorable moment pop up at one of my Instagram haunts:
The Twelfth Doctor (Peter Capaldi) and Clara Oswald (Jenna Coleman) are hugging each other in their most favorite place on Earth: the TARDIS console room.
True friendships are very hard to come by. They can either last a lifetime, or they can blow away like smoke.
The Christmas Invasion - Behind the Scenes [Part 4]
Excerpt from Benjamin Cook’s articles in Doctor Who Magazine #365
David Tennant is getting his first peek inside the TARDIS wardrobe. It’s actually the TARDIS control room - here, as always, in a warehouse in Newport - redressed with racks of clothes, a whole load of accessories and some tailor’s mannequins. Oh, and a Doctor Who scarf that Phil Collinson’s gran knitted when he was six! It all looks fab.
“Lots of frocks, aren’t there?” says David, gazing around in delight.
Maybe the Doctor was once a transvestite?
“Yes, somewhere in between his Sixth and Seventh incarnations,” he deadpans, pointing at a mannequin in a bright pink shell suit. “Ooh, I like that. That’s what the Eleventh Doctor will wear!”
Well, let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Tomorrow, David will record his ‘rifling through clothes and choosing his new costume’ scene, which is, for those in the know, a bit of a regeneration story tradition.
He stopped to see you
swinging in a hammock in one of the many rooms of TARDIS, a book in your hand,
from the cover it seems to be about space. He watched you flip a page and sigh
contently to yourself. You didn’t seemed to notice him at all. A soft smile
ghosted his lips as he murmured.
Doctor: I love you.
He turned around to
leave, his head hanging low when he heard you.
Y/N: I love you too.
He spun around to see
you running up to him. He seemed surprised but once you were in his arms,
something clicked inside his mind as he kissed you while saying how much he
loved you. ‘
I wrote a lot of autistic!doctor posts before (this post has links) and even posted a fanfic about it (x). As I said before, the Doctor’s experience changes with every regeneration. Here is my headcanon for his tenth incarnation.
Sensory processing disorder:
overstimulated sense for him is vision. Although it is mostly an asset (he can
tell apart a lot of colors and notice the smallest details), sometimes it can
cause some problems. Certain wavelengths of light hurt his eyes and turn the
picture fuzzy and blurry. He has his ‘brainy specs’ that can filter out the
light and make the picture more stable and focused.
own TARDIS room he always keeps the lights dim, he prefers warm colors like
orange and red to blue and violet. He likes to watch certain things like glittering
night sky or lights of the TARDIS console. He also stims by flickering his
fingers in front of his eyes (when no-one can see him).
in the middle for him. The sense of touch is the most understimulated. He can’t
distinguish temperatures and textures of things in his hands unless he focuses on
them. He likes touching everything around him for the stimulation, including
holding hands with people and hugging them (which also adds pressure that he
likes). He stims by ruffling his hair and touching the fabric of his clothes.
proprioceptive sense is understimulated which affects mostly gross motor
functions. When he isn’t paying attention to his surrounding visually, he
trips, falls, runs into things and misses steps. He loves vestibular and
proprioceptive input, so he lets the TARDIS shake when he drives it. He moves all the time:
jumping up and down as a happy stim, pacing, running around and spinning.
taste and smell are a bit out of sync. He doesn’t have many problems with food
texture, but he pays a lot of attention to scents. Some tastes make him spit
food out immediately (like pears for example). He also doesn’t like his food mixed, and sorts it out on
the plate when possible.
Social interaction issues:
his problems with social protocol with telepathy – when he can’t understand
facial expressions and body language, he relies on telepathic abilities to make
sense of the situation. He is not very good at conversations and turns most
dialogues into monologues. He talks rapidly, without pauses and hates being
interrupter. He likes using smart words and complicated science terms and is
surprised when people don’t understand him. He loves echolalia and repeats a
lot of words and phrases that sound nice (’allonsy’, ‘molto bene’, ‘well’, ‘brilliant’, etc) .
that people see him as quirky and weird, but doesn’t mind. He relies on other
people to tell him when he is rude or inappropriate, an he hates offending other people by accident.
Sometimes he apologizes too much without a reason.
connected to romantic relationships confuses him. He can’t properly tell his
emotions apart which can be a problem. It’s also difficult for him to tell
apart signs of affection and ‘just being friendly’. I headcanon him as
his main special interests since he was a kid: the universe, space and alien
species. He is still just as excited about it and infodumps about space all the
time, even when he is repeating himself. His second special interest is
physics. Some of his past special interests are the Beatles, Charles Dickens
books, the mandarin language and Beethoven.
more flexible with routines than his previous incarnations, but he still finds
comfort in predictability and plans. He has small habits like always touching
the door handles three times, making a certain number of circles around the
TARDIS when he pilots it, waking up and starting the day with certain steps and
doing the same things when he comes back to the TARDIS after an adventure.
experiences both depending on causes. Sensory overloads usually cause a shutdown:
he stops talking, becomes very still and quiet. When left alone in a safe place,
he quickly recovers from it. He gets meltdowns when something goes not as he
planned it, or something upsets him a lot. With meltdowns he shouts and moves
and expresses his anger in very obvious ways. Sometimes he pulls his hair out
or clutches his fists too much which damages the skin.
Passing as NT:
incarnation he is more or less capable of controlling and suppressing his
traits and behaviors, so sometimes he has to do it. He can prevent a shutdown
from sensory overload, or at least postpone it till he’s alone. He can stop
himself from infodumping or stimming or repeating echolalia, but he usually
doesn’t do it cause it takes too much energy. He is pretty happy with being who he
is, even if that means being seen as weird or ‘mad’.
The Librarians is basically American Doctor Who okay and you should watch it.
So. Much. Silliness. Geniuses rambling on about nonsense for days. Precious moments where the emotional weight suddenly hits you. Very subtle character development. Then you are right back to smiling again. MagiScience instead of PseudoScience. Mythical creatures instead of Aliens Cravats and bowties abound. Literally, they are EVERYWHERE. Lonely man burdened with saving the world every week learns to make friends. An emphasis on the nature of storytelling Promotes a love of history and science Running. Always with the running. Relative dimensions in space. Library instead of TARDIS
Once the magical, room-shifting Library was actually transferred into a person.
The Librarian(s) instead of The Doctor Both titles have the same effect on strangers New plot every week, but the recurring bad guy will be back for the finale. THEY LITERALLY RAN INTO A SMALL BLUE BOX INTO A GIANT ROOM.
It’s actually amazing Moffat and BBC haven’t tried to sue or something.
As a follow on tomy previous post , here is another clip I created for my Doctor Who trailer, this time from the Eighth Doctor Adventures part of the fandom.
While this clearly isn’t the TARDIS’s Butterfly Room, I think we can imagine this as a situation where they somehow managed to get out. I imagine that either the Doctor or Fitz forgot to close the door. Knowing the Doctor’s weakness for amnesia, it was probably him.
The silence in The
TARDIS that followed could have been described as deafening. “I
could try-”, Giacomo began. “Leave”, Donna interrupted
him. “Sorry?”, Giacomo sputtered. “I- I need a moment..
please”, Donna clarified, her eyes still closed. Giacomo opened
his mouth to comfort her, then closed it, nodding. He stood and left,
briefly hesitating as he passed her, but continuing on in the
end. Donna opened her eyes when she heard The TARDIS door close
behind Giacomo. To her own surprise, she didn’t burst into tears. She
guessed that she’d already got her mourning over-with during her
previous illness and following depressive episode. Instead, she
strode purposefully through The TARDIS, passing by room after room
until she reached the one she was looking for. Donna had marked a
chalk arrow on The Doctor’s room door on one of her trips into The
TARDIS, should she ever need to find it again. She threw open the
door and headed directly to the room that had once belonged to her.
She only paused in the threshold for one last long look, before
taking the bundle of her belongings and placing it gently, carefully,
on her bureau. After she’d shut the door, she sped back through
The TARDIS- not wanting to give herself the chance to change her
mind. Giacomo was sat nervously on the edge of his four poster,
waiting for her return. He looked up when The TARDIS swung open. Donna
froze half way between where he sat and The TARDIS. She was suddenly
very aware of her reality and what it would mean. Thinking about it
was one thing, but actually being in the moment had arrested
her. Giacomo rose slowly and crept cautiously towards her, very
concerned with her state of mind. “M'lady? Are you
alright?” “I-”, Donna stuttered, but anything she thought to
say sounded hollow in her mind. Giacomo peered into her face,
searching for signs that she would be okay. Donna stared back at
him. He was so close to her that she could see every fleck and
marking in his blue eyes. It reminded her of the moment when they’d
first met. How long ago that seemed now. So much had happened. She
almost felt like a different person. And there he was- still the
same. Still trying to help her, and still, she was sure, very much in
love with her. She only realized she had kissed him when he pulled
away. “M'lady- What are you- ?” “I’m tired, Giac”, she
explained, half to him, half to herself (if truth be told.) “I’m
tired of scheming, and plotting, and researching. I’m tired of
building up my hopes, only to have them dashed again and again. I’m
tired of TARDIS’, and Doctors, and non-existent rescues. I. am. tired.” “Yes, but-”, he tried. “And above all”, she
interrupted him, pressing her palm flat to his chest and pushing him
backward so that his calves bumped into his four poster and he nearly
toppled over. “I’m so bloody tired of being nice and polite, and
selfless. It’s flippin’ exhausting, and I’m done.” she saw a
darkness flit through his eyes and the effect made her shiver. “Are
you sure you know what you are asking, My Lady Saint?”, he asked
lowly, his gaze now roving all down her body. This time when Donna
pushed him, he did topple backward. She climbed on top of him as
gracefully as her many layered skirts and corset would allow. “I
wonder.. will that title stick after this?” Giacomo gulped. “I
think.. not”, Donna purred, raking her nails down his waist coat. Giacomo swore to
high heaven in his mind.
Unbeknownst to the pair of them, the
screen of Donna’s long-dead cellphone blinked to life on board The
TARDIS, where Donna had abandoned it moments before. The words that
slowly flashed on said screen read- ‘charging 1%’.
KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER.
NAME: Dee / Deanna PRONOUNS: she/her SEXUALITY: Pan TAKEN OR SINGLE: Single
1. I have a TARDIS in my living room (and one tattooed on my thigh) 2. I’m a legal assistant, and I also do community volunteer events cosplaying as Lady Loki 3. I’ve actually met Robin Lord Taylor. He’s super sweet and wonderful to talk to.
HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?): Oh god, um… I used to rp on forums back when I was like 14-16? Then I got busy. I’ve only been rping on Tumblr since… October?
PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED: forums and now Tumblr. Skype/KIK now on occasion for mutuals. BEST EXPERIENCE: DC fandom here actually.
3. MUSE PREFERENCES
FEMALE OR MALE: used to be only female muses when I was younger, now I just have male muses… MULTI OR SINGLE: single
4. WRITING PREFERENCES
FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT: any, but I definitely love angst and smut more. PLOTS OR MEMES: both. Most of my stuff is memes though, with some plotting tossed in later. LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: either. I just like matching my partners length. Longer replies though definitely give more to work with, even if they take longer for me to get to. BEST TIME TO WRITE: anytime really. ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): A little maybe.
You’d been on edge
all day. It was like stretching a rubber band further and further,
the tension buiding until it came down with a very painful snap. You
were leaning against the railing in the TARDIS control room, trying
desperately to keep calm. The doctor was beneath the console messing
with the cables while Amy was looking at the various screens
scattered around, sometimes passing the doctor a tool or two.
"You remember when I hid your fledershrew IN HEAT beneath my bunk, so you wouldn't be blamed for possessing a wild animal? Same species that lived in my TARDIS console room later on. That, old boy, was love."
“I DO actually, yeah. I also remember that she used to SLEEP with you anyways. Pretty sure she thought that you were her mother what with the ways she followed you around all the time.”