leelaromana
leelaromana
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Ivan | it/its | 25 | autisticDoctor Who reblogs and some other stuff. I draw like once a year too.Also, this is a sideblog. I follow from @belschine.The Blue Angel is the best book ever.
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leelaromana · 22 hours ago
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leelaromana · 2 days ago
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Obsessed with this bts picture of Peter Davison from Doctor Who, trying on what I think is Tom Baker’s Logopolis outfit I found on a Tumblr deep dive.
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leelaromana · 3 days ago
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Five is my favorite doctor and I’ve been itching to draw Classic Who more.
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leelaromana · 4 days ago
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What’s Torchwood?
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leelaromana · 5 days ago
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Tensimm in 2025???
more likely than you think
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leelaromana · 8 days ago
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i look into the waters and see a face i don't recognize who's this? (who are you?) "what changed?" i ask "so strange, " she replies
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leelaromana · 8 days ago
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I’ve never post this????? It was supposed to be a celebration of 15’s season 2 but I guess it’s a goodbye now 😭why are things like this
Btw it was inspired by one of season 2’s posters where 15’s coat blends in with the starry sky
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leelaromana · 8 days ago
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i drew this in 2022 and never posted it anywhere, just found it again bc i'm backing my files up!
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leelaromana · 9 days ago
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Doctor Who: The Movie dir. Geoffrey Sax | 1996
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leelaromana · 11 days ago
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A Rose With A Thorn
In honor of the Eighth month, here is my final tribute to the beautiful Eighth Doctor—whom I love so very, very much. Despite the traumatic circumstances of his regeneration (he woke up freezing in a morgue, for goodness’ sake!), he is bright, enthusiastic, honest, and one of the sweetest and most passionate Doctors ever. Though, at times, the pendulum too easily swings to a darker, colder nature full of snark and weary of battle. Over time he is broken by pain and loss, driven to the edge of insanity and heartbreak, until at last the Time War destroys him. Every Doctor since has had to cope with the memory of what Eight endured…and usually ends up following a similar pattern.
I’ve tried to capture that transition, from his beautiful, golden beginning, to his broken, hardened, world-weary (and much disputed) end. Lots of symbolism, besides. The butterflies because he has an actual butterfly room in his TARDIS! *___* The silhouettes in the middle are my failed attempt at portraying the Doctor and Morbius’ fall in the BigFinish audio drama “The Vengeance of Morbius”. And Gallifrey and blood because…yeah.
EIGHT NEEDS MORE LOVE, PEOPLE! More recent Doctors have stolen all the (very much deserved) attention, so this is my shoutout for Whovians to remember Eight! Do not overlook him, he is wonderful! I’m praying the 50th will have mention of him and stir the depths of the well for interest. Seriously, give Eight half a chance and he’ll run off with your heart! …and drink all your tea.
Website and Prints: Meadowhaven
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leelaromana · 15 days ago
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leelaromana · 15 days ago
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BTS Of "Survival"
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leelaromana · 19 days ago
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Really Really thinking about transmasc Ace. So hard
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leelaromana · 22 days ago
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charley pollard you were made for me
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leelaromana · 22 days ago
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leelaromana · 25 days ago
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leelaromana · 25 days ago
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Had he never told her he’d spent years, trapped on Earth, in her father’s protection, working with him? They’d stood guard on a world together, they’d been friends. Best friends, she’d thought. She fought down the memory of the dying old soldier in the hospice. Maybe tomorrow. I’m sorry, said a voice in her head, and it almost froze her. She’d been briefed about the Doctor’s occasional telepathy: low level, they’d said, and rarely used. I miss him too. Not now, she thought back at him, we’ve got work to do. She felt her cheeks flush and her jaw tighten: he should have the damn decency to stay out her head! As you wish, said the Doctor, and stepped politely away.
->The Day of the Doctor (novelisation)
You ever miss your dead dad so hard the family cryptid grieves at you telepathically?
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