thanks for getting me into doctor who

I wanted to keep this short and sweet, but I’m sure this’ll become a mini-rant of sorts, so heads up for that! But hey my dudes, guess who’s finally on testosterone as of today? THIS GUY

It took 8 years of appointments and being thrown around between doctors, and a lot of money when I changed to the private route instead (about £700 total in the last year or so? That’s about $900), but the day is finally here and I can’t thank you all enough for helping me achieve this!!

Without commission orders I NEVER would have saved up that money, and talking to people here who have also been in the same situation as me has also helped immensely. I just want you all to know that I love you so much and you mean the world to me, and thank you again to all my followers, friends and commissioners for being incredible, beautiful people <3

If anyone wants to ask me questions or ask for advice, feel free to drop me a message! I’m 24 now, but back when I was 16 and started this journey I was desperate to ask questions but was way too shy. So yeah, I’m here if you need me!!

Now back to commission orders because my prescription is about £60 a month and I need to make that money somehow!! ;w;

LOVE YOU GUYS <3

stop telling people who have abusive parents to “just leave” after they turn 18!!!!!!! it’s not that fucking simple!!!!!!!!!

i’ve been an adult for two years now and i STILL live in this hell hole. you know why? CONTROL. you can’t just walk out of the house and never look back like they do on tv. it doesn’t work that way. you take documents with you (that, if your parents are anything like mine, are locked up tight in a safe), you have to have enough money and a stable job and a place to go (which most victims are unable to get jobs due to mental/physical health or parent control), you have to move all your things out of their name (phone, car, etc). the list goes on. don’t you dare tell an adult victim that they’re just “not helping themselves”. i’m tired of hearing it.

adult victims of abusive parents: your abuse is still valid and i promise you there are those of us who understand and care.

(and before you try and pull the “here’s some suggestions” shit, my doctor has already met with a social worker with me. i’m stuck here for the time being. thanks for your concern but fuck off.)

Random starters: Fainting/unconscious edition
  • "Wake up... please wake up..."
  • "Hey, are you okay? You seem a bit faint..."
  • "N-no no! Stay with me now!"
  • "Keep breathing, you'll be fine."
  • "Oh! You're awake! You've been out for so long-!"
  • "I found you unconscious back there. What happened?"
  • "Hey, are you alright over there?!"
  • "We found you in a horrid state.. but we patched you up as best we could!"
  • "Don't try to move. Just get some rest, okay?"
  • "Oh, I guess you weren't dead after all."
  • "Hey! This one finally woke up! Get me a doctor!"
  • "Shh... take it easy, there's no rush. You were passed out for a long time, you see."
  • "Ow.. my aching-"
  • "Ugh... where...?"
  • "Help me.. someone..."
  • "I can't hold on... fading away.."
  • "What happened? Where is this-!"
  • "Gah! S-stay away from m-me! I don't know who you are!"
  • "Did.. did you save me back there? Thanks.. I guess."
  • "I was passed out for that long?!"
  • "Help me up.. please help me up..."
  • "What happened to me anyways? I feel so lightheaded..."
  • "Am I in a hospital? I wasn't here before.."
  • "Where is everyone? How long was I gone?!"
Nice to Meet You

Summary: An Sam x reader a/b/o fic. The reader moves to a new town and changes careers, but those aren’t the only major life changes she’s faced with. (An AU where both Sam and the reader work at a high school.)

Warning: a/b/o dynamics, knotting and claiming, smut

Word Count: 5,000ish

A/N: I had fun writing his one. Hope y’all enjoy it, too! Feedback appreciated!! XOXO

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our little family pt.6 | park jimin

Pairing: Father! Jimin + Reader

Genre: Fluff/Angst + parent au

Word Count: 6.1k

Summary: You were just a pre-school teacher, a simple dream that came true as you always adored children. But what you didn’t know, was how one child and her very special father would change you dream forever.

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6

AN: Ah…the final part. I just want to say thank you for all those who have read and stayed with me through this lovely journey of writing OLF and being super supportive of the story. I tried my absolute best to wrap it up in the nicest way possible (but just a tad disappointed with my writing :/ ) however again thank you so much and enjoy! 

You tied your messy hair up into a ponytail, attempting to get the small, distracting hairs out of your face as you started to take out things from the refrigerator to make Jieun and yourself some lunch.

Hearing small footsteps behind you and a voice call out your name, you turned around from the countertop to see Jieun standing in the middle of the kitchen, her hands rubbing her droopy eyes as she stared up at you, resembling that of a long, lost puppy.

A warm smile spread across your face as you exclaimed, “Hey, look at you, you’re up!” as you lifted the little girl into your arms and spun her around, eliciting small giggles from her mouth before setting her down on the kitchen countertop.

Your eyes glanced towards the time before looking back at Jieun, “Do you feel hungry? It’s almost lunchtime.”

She nodded quickly, a big smile spreading across her face when she asked, “Can we eat cookies? I really liked your cookies last time!”

You giggled as you pinched her nose softly, “Uh-huh, you can’t eat cookies for lunch now, can you?! How about we make some macaroni and cheese and then we’ll bake cookies for snack time later? Does that sound like a good idea?”

Her eyes lit up at that as she grinned, “Mac and cheese?! That’s my favorite! Daddy makes it for me all the time.”

“Well then it’s up to you to pick who’s Mac and cheese you like better okay?” you teased, as she nodded happily before whispering to you, “I think you might win Ms. L/N. Daddy sometimes burns the cheese and it turns all black and gooey.”

You laughed at that before saying, “Well, I guess it’s time to teach him how to properly cook huh?”

“Or Ms.L/N could come live with us? Then you can cook delicious food for me and daddy!” Jieun exclaimed, an innocent smile on her face.

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Jerome Valeska x Reader: Daddy’s Little Doctor - Part Two

Originally posted by jeromevaleskasface

thanks so much to everyone being so nice with me! i’m glad you enjoyed daddy’s little doctor so much! here’s a part two just for you!

PART ONE

AND PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK IN THE COMMENTS


‘Oh my God. What the hell am I doing?’ [Y/N] kept asking herself as she ran hand by hand with Jerome.

‘This is so crazy.’

“Ha! Do you see what I see, Baby Cakes? We’re just like Bonnie and Clyde!”

[Y/N] didn’t have enough time to answer, she gasped loudly at Jerome who just shot a random guy who was about to get into his car.

Jerome laughed. “We have our own vehicle now.” He took a driver’s seat and waited for [Y/N].

She sat beside him and as his hand moved to reach her thigh she took it like she wanted to hold it.

‘Shit. Don’t you dare to blush!’

He only smirked at the situation, not letting go of her hand. Both of them didn’t say anything about it. What if he didn’t really wanted to reach her thigh?

She could feel how awkward it was, at least for her, that’s why she decided to say something.

“So.. Where are we going anyway?”

“We’re.. going to get my face back, [Y/N].” He giggled.

She liked his giggle, it was adorable.

She turned to look at him. “Why do you want your face back though? I kinda like the new look.” She said with a smirk.

He chuckled. “Oh Darling, you never fail to make me smile. I know I still look hella fine but you should’ve seen me with my face on.”

“Well, I’ve seen you.. that day when they found out you killed your mother..”

“Ah good ol’ days!” He said happily. “So tell me Gorgeous, what did you think of me?”

“Nothing!” She said a little too fast. “I mean yeah, uh, nothing.”

Normally, [Y/N] wouldn’t have a problem with lying but Jerome really made her nervous at the moment!

“Awww, c’mon, you gotta tell me.” He looked at her with puppy eyes, not caring about the road, wheels of the car meeting an innocent man because of it.

“Sorry! Didn’t see ya!” [Y/N] looked at the scene with wide eyes.

“Okay now, where were we? Oh right, answer my question, Toots.”

‘He really enjoys giving nicknames… Anyway, I guess I have nothing to lose.’

“Well.. I thought you were kinda.. cute?” She couldn’t help but looked down at her hands and blushed. She felt bad for feeling like this because of a sociopath. But he was really sweet to her, ya know?

She could feel like.. herself with him. Everybody always expected her to be perfect. She was so tired of this.  She was only a human being.

He smirked still gazing at the road.. “Don’t cha too sweet for me, Baby?”


“What do you mean she left with him?!”

“Look, Jim, I couldn’t stop them. I already told you, she just left.. like that. She didn’t even protest.”

Jim made a weird face at her words so she added “That’s probably because she was too scared..”

Inside she knew she was wrong. [Y/N] looked shocked, then shy but definitely not scared. Lee had no idea what to think.

“We need to find her. We need to find them.


[Y/N] sat on a table where Jerome was lying 3 hours ago, when Dwight was trying to bring him back from the dead. She was looking at Jerome’s back for 5 minutes as he moaned in pain. He was “putting” his face back on and he was almost finished. [Y/N] felt bad for him, she didn’t like him being in pain. He was handsome in her opinion when he had no face, so she was 1000%  sure he’d be still handsome with staples.

Finally he finished his work and looked at Dwight.

“So, how’s the look?”

Dwight was really nervous. He was praying Jerome’s not mad but he noticed that [Y/N] was. 

“It looks good..” He wasn’t very persuasive, was he?

“You wouldn’t.. lie to me.. Right, Dwight?”

He shook his head. “N-no. I-it looks good.” Jerome was smiling the whole time. 

He looked like an angel in [Y/N]’s eyes.

Jerome noticed a gentle smile on her face and returned it.

“Now Dwight, would you stand over there? Me and Sweet Cheeks need to talk about something.” Dwight nodded quickly and almost ran to the place Jerome pointed out.

Jerome and [Y/N] moved aside and he explained, what he wanted to do. He wanted to leave a message for Gotham.

[Y/N] couldn’t be more excited.


“Testing, testing… Are we live? Are we on air?”

In the background you were able see Dwight, tied up to incendiary bombs.

“C’mere, Gorgeous, no need to be shy, you’re too pretty for that.”

She skipped to Jerome. “Hiya everyone!” She waved, giggled and kissed Jerome on the cheek. She was way more confident by now, thanks to her Puddin telling her not to worry.

“Some of you may know I died. Take it from me - death is dull! But coming back… that is something. Leave it to dying to give you a whole new perspective on life and I would like to share that with you.” He looked over at [Y/N] and blew her a kiss.

“Tonight, Gotham - in the darkness - there are no rules! So tonight, Gotham, do what you want, kill who you want. And when morning comes you too shall be reborn!” He took [Y/N]’s hand and fired an explosive.

“And, uh..”

“Dwight..”

“.. I don’t forgive you for my face.”

They started laughing like maniacs. ([Y/N]’s favourite kind of laugh) And left. Just like that. Again.



On daily basis, [Y/N] would feel bad. It wasn’t normal anymore, but on the other hand, she couldn’t be more happy to be with Jerome. They were in love! It felt like magic.

Like he was a Clyde to her, and she was a Bonnie to him!


You may wonder, why all of this had to happen?

I guess we will never really know. Maybe it happened because she was too tired of being a perfect child?

Too tired of having straight A’s?

Or too tired of rules?

Or maybe tired of always having to speak with respect?

She was too tired of one thing, she always had to be.

 She was tired of being Daddy’s Little Doctor.

anonymous asked:

it says on genji's blackwatch skin description that overwatch's cyberneticists are who upgraded genji. not mercy.

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Thank you for the info.

For sure there was a team dedicated to taking care of Genji. I am sorry if this sounds like an excuse but considering Mercy was his attending doctor and Genji was unstable and hysterical, it makes sense to me that she was the one to check him up and get some brief feedback from him. Also Mercy’s tech kept Genji alive and helped him heal faster and better during the cybernization process so she was essential to his days in OW. I thought about adding a crew working in the background but it would affect how the whole thing goes so I presented the story as it is now.

Here have a cruel and shitty joke.

So, Peter’s replacement will be announced tomorrow. No doubt the fandom fallout will range from wild approval to vehement dislike, and every shade in between.

I’m not going to join the bun fight, because I honestly prefer to wait and see. I have faith that the people involved know and love the show, and will create something true to Doctor Who.

What I am interested in doing is celebrating the perfect storm that has been Peter Capaldi in Doctor Who.

For me, Peter isn’t just an actor who has played an iconic and much-loved role. He’s been the embodiment of all things good about the show. He’s worked incredibly hard to create a performance that comes alive on a punishing schedule.

He’s given us dark moments. I genuinely didn’t know if he would come back for Clara when that door closed between them in Deep Breath. On a level of course I did, but part of me wondered, has he changed that much? Will he really have her back? And when he took Clara’s hand, I cheered and I haven’t stopped cheering since. His performance has been emersive.

The sheer range of emotions the Twelfth Doctor has lived through creates the most character development of any Doctor, in my eyes. He started emotionally tight, bruised after Trenzalore, and he unwound himself with Clara’s help until he was able to ask Bill, finally, “is there anything we should be saying?” and talk about being kind. That moment of emotional honesty broke my heart.

Peter has been more than a great actor and fine Doctor, though. He’s been a wonderful ambassador for the show. He is unrelentingly kind with fans. He knows exactly what it’s like to feel flustered or in awe, to love a show so much and channel it into meeting one person. He gets Doctor Who fans because he is one.

And that’s why I like the phrase Peter is “Doctor Who”. To me, it’s not just a name, although Steven Moffat had some fun with that in World and Time, to me it means Peter is the living embodiment of the show.

Peter has breathed joy into the role. Maybe he won’t be piloting the TARDIS on our screens, but Peter Capaldi will always be the Doctor to me.

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Peter Capaldi being an absolute cinnamon roll and thanking each individual person involved with his happy birthday video! (x)

Thank you to everybody in the world who was kind enough to think about me and send me best wishes on my birthday! Unfortunately,  I can’t get around everybody, and say thank you personally because otherwise there’d be no time left to make Doctor Who, which is what we’re in the middle of doing at the moment. But in the meantime…

Cold Imprint (Carlisle Cullen)

Originally posted by panlight

Pairing: Carlisle Cullen/Wolf!Reader
Words:1150
Warning(s): Injury mention
A/N: Wooo carlisle. i dont think i have written for him yet. Also sorry this sucks big time, my writers block was preventing me to do crap.
Request:  Can you do a fic where the reader is a wolf and gets caught in a bear trap and her imprint carlisle helps her?


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So I’m staying at my aunt’s house for a few days and yesterday evening I was reading gay smutty fanfics while my brother and aunt were in the same room watching tv. I had been reading for a while and my aunt just wanted to see what I was doing. So she walks over to where I’m sitting, looks over my shoulder, reads one sentence, looks up at me with a straight face, shrugs and says; “I won’t tell your mother.” And just walks away and leaves it at that. And I don’t know why she found it so normal??? So today I asked her why and she said; “sweetheart I’ve read fifty shades of gray. I get it.” And just… thank God it played out like that or else I would be in deep shit.

boytranscending  asked:

I just had to deal with all this transphobic bullshit in therapy (because why should my doctors bother to actually respect me) and I cried all day and I just feel awful. If it's not too much trouble, could I get a snippet of Anakin totally destroying someone who absolutely deserves it? Verbally, physically, I don't really care, I'm just in serious need of a revenge fantasy. I don't care what universe it's in. I love all your fics and I'd really appreciate it if you could take the time. Thanks!

Posting this publicly with permission - I hope it helps! (And I hope you can get access to a therapist who will respect you.)

This is another snippet from the Jedi reformation AU. In which Anakin and a couple of Padme’s former handmaidens plot to help a group of enslaved people escape from the palace of the king of Brundia. A king who just so happens to also be Anakin’s Jedi assignment at the time. Also, at least one character has now officially migrated to this fic from Anabasis.

Takes place less than a year before AOTC. Warnings for discussion of slavery.

Anakin’s transponder goes off almost the minute they dock on Brundia. He hesitates a moment after settling the ship and powering down, just long enough that Obi-Wan looks over at him with a raised brow.

“I know you’re not excited about this mission, padawan,” he says dryly. “But I do hope I won’t have to drag you off the ship. We don’t want to keep His Majesty waiting.”

“Of course not, Master,” Anakin mutters, exaggerating his sigh just that much more than necessary. It makes Obi-Wan roll his eyes, and he misses the way Anakin taps twice against a pouch on his utility belt as he pulls himself to his feet with a groan.

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Adrift somewhere, with old traditions.

Merry Christmas!

Moffat - A Good Writer Goes To War

Series ten was the first series after the political tantrum that was the year 2016 - and while Moffat has never exactly been shy to let his position show, this year he and the team around him left no room for misinterpretation: Who we are is where we stand - and where we stand is somewhere to your left. Far, far away from fascism and bigotry. Doctor Who is and always will be a celebration of the diverse, an encouragement for the curious, and a tribute to the young. 

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Put In Harms Way - Angus Macgyver Imagine

Request: Anonymous - Mac x reader. Mac coming home from a mission to find you’ve been attacked and your in hospital (Gif not mine)

Warnings: fluff, language, mentions of dying

Word Count: 1,479

A/N: I honestly loved watching this show, check it out if you haven’t.

~Masterlist~

Your P.O.V

Your life was as ordinary as you tried to make it be. Once Mac told you about being a secret agent for the Phoenix Foundation you knew your whole life was about to be turned upside down. His team including his best friend Bozer were okay with you knowing, they trusted that you could keep their secret. Mac did his best to keep you as far away and hidden from every common enemy or threat out there. He never mentioned you to anyone other than the team and his boss Matty Webber. Little did Mac know that you weren’t as hidden as he thought you would be. 

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Twelve Days of Twelve: Day Twelve

Peter Capaldi Appreciation Day

A man with his feet on the ground and his heart in the stars, which is where we all want to be.

Glasses?  (10th Doctor x Reader)

Hey guys!  So I’m back with a request!  I get super excited when I get requests because I love taking them especially when they’re a rarity for me.  So send them!  Give me the requests!  Also I’m talking to the person who requested this, I have glasses.  Don’t be ashamed of having glasses.  I can’t do contacts.  They just scare me.  I don’t like the idea of putting them over my eyes.  I’d rather just have my glasses thank you.  Anyways this was requested by @imagineswithfandoms.

Request: Hi! I just got my glasses and I feel sorta self conscious and tomorrow there’s this Christmas party and all my friends are going to see me than the day after my whole family so I was hoping I could request a 10 x reader where reader got glasses and she’s self conscious (my situation) and 10 is like they look good and fluff please 💖 Oh and happy holidays to you ❣️

Pairing: 10th Doctor x Reader

Warnings: None?

*not my picture*

“Ugh.”  I said as I took a seat next to the console of the TARDIS.  I just took some time off from traveling with the Doctor to go home.  That’s when my mom noticed I squinted a lot when I was trying to see something.  That’s when she decided I needed to go get my eyes checked out.  Turns out I need glasses.  I hated the idea of wearing these things.  I don’t want people to make fun of me for wearing them least of all the guy who I have a major crush on.  

“Hey, you’re back!”  The Doctor said excitedly as he entered from the hallway to all the other rooms in the TARDIS.  He gave me a quick hug and started pushing buttons and stuff.  “So where do you want to go?”  

“I don’t know.  Anywhere you’re just itching to take me?”  

“I have just the place.”  He stopped and looked at me just now noticing I was wearing glasses.  I was kind of hoping he wouldn’t, but he’s one of the most observant people in all of time and space.  “You got glasses.”

“Yeah, I hate them.”  I said taking them off.

“No, no, no.  Don’t take them off.”  He said grabbing them and putting them back on my face.  “They look perfect on you.”  

“No they don’t.  I look awful with them.”

“Who told you that?”

“No one but I hate them.”

“Hold on.”  The Doctor said as he ran off.  He then came back with a pair of glasses and put them on.  “Does this make you feel better?”

“But you look good in glasses in the cute nerd kind of way.”  

“And you don’t think you’re cute?”  

“No I’m far from cute.”

“Well, I’ve always thought you were cute, but these glasses make you even cuter, which I didn’t think was possible.”  

“Stop.”

“No, Y/N I will tell you everyday if I have to.  I’ll even wear my glasses everyday if you want me to.”

“You’re the best.”  I said giving him a hug.

“No you’re the best.”  He said.  

The Baby

A/N: This is my entry for @amarvelouswritings writing challenge. I hope you guys like it.

Prompt:

“I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1232


Bucky was never good at conveying his feelings. He was always worried someone would judge him.

That’s what pushed his fiancée, Lyn, away, or at least that was the reason she gave him when she called it off.

He was heartbroken, moping around the tower for months when he was told a guy was waiting outside and needed to speak to him.

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