#ERA::Onward();

[mamawasatesttube]

It always gets me excited when anyone mentions Tim’s neck scar from the warehouse explosion!! In the comic panel it looks severe but I never see anyone talk about it. Do you have any thoughts or headcanons about it?

YESSS tim neck scar enjoyers rise up!!!

as for thoughts and headcanons, i have some some vague ones yes! i think in general it's some severe scarring that took several months of skin graft operations and such to help heal. it's part of why the rr cowl is integral to him, imo - keeping the back of his head and neck covered and protected becomes a priority while it's still delicate and healing. and also he just generally wants to minimize exposed skin after that explosion. it prob leaves him with some hypertrophic scarring that's eventually covered by hair again, but more visible on his neck (part of why i also hc that he tends to wear high-collared shirts and turtlenecks + grows out his hair afterwards).

also alongside this, for the gays among us: i generally hc kon going to emt classes (like, as kon-el/superboy/supernova) because after last stand of new krypton, he's like man i could use ttk in medical contexts to save people all the time if only i knew how. so he shows up to a class like hi i have telekinesis please teach me what to do with it. and alongside that once he figures out that tim's got some significant scarring that sometimes locks up and gives him mobility issues or pain, kon also slides into an occupational therapist's office like heyyyy could you mayhaps give me some pointers on how i could use my fabulous Tactile Telekinesis to help out my best bro I MEAN a hypothetical guy who has this sort of scar-related muscle tension. tim finds this vaguely mortifying at first but melts So fast because it turns out that kon's ttk neck massages are godly.

[link-is-a-dork]

[glowingseaurchin]

Jegulus for the win (& happy late valentine’s! Love ya!)

[caesarsaladinn]

after all these months I finally have a horse I'm allowed to free ride, and get this--he will not let me touch him

[hollowstarchaser]

Sirius and Regulus if they had a good family

[jochi-the-veristithaylen-baker]

There's an awful lot of talk about payback in The Alloy of Law, most of which takes place a few months after the end of Wind and Truth.

Also, Hoid was almost impossible to spot in this one.

[omittedharpy]

tbh I’m partly convinced that the doctor was unusually sensitive to jack’s presence due to having just absorbed the heart of the tardis. the additional temporal anomaly is too much while he’s dying of time vortex absorption so he panics and runs. After that, it’s irritating rather than painful, and stuff like running from jack again at the start of utopia is him trying to avoid facing up to the extremely shitty thing he did

[crystal-verse]

god i want. an au where it dosn't work. where it's just arr g'raha who's woken up, and he doesn't have all these memories and all these people keep looking at him like they're mourning someone. the world has changed and time has changed and all the people he knows have changed, but he hasn't changed, he was just sleeping, just sleeping, and the world nearly ended several times and apparently he helped prevent yet another end but he has no memory of this. they want him to join the scions. he does not know these people. (he barely knows the warrior of light, now, but did he ever truly know them in the first place?) his little sister is alive and well. she looks at him like a ghost. she's changed, and she's older than him now. he acts bratty and loud and brash to cover up the fact that he does not know anything it seems, and he is tired but he was sleeping for so long, so how could he be tired?

he doesn't know these people. they seem to know him. he wonders if he'd killed someone, when it was him and not that exarch who woke up. he wonders if it should have been him who was "killed" in that way, if it is him that lives and not that man who had known and become friends with all these figures from legend. he wonders if he'll always be fated to be a historian one step back from everything, because he simply cannot be a hero.

[twentytwoarts]

the pixar films of the 2020s 💖⭐️

[litwtcdaily]

"There's a Harvard-educated rat in my brain"

-Chris Dunne, Nicotine Brain (post-centurion era)

[nyx-knacks-writes]

The Parting of the Ways (Rose's POV)

For my first bit of Doctor Who writing... Nine's regeneration, from Rose's POV. Please be nice. I tried my very best. It took me upwards of two hours to get through the video because I was trying to be as detailed as possible with the Doctor's movements. And because I misheard the dialogue several times over and had to correct it.

All the dialogue, of course, belongs to the BBC.

“What happened?”

“Don’t you remember?”

A beat of silence passed by as Rose laid on the floor of the TARDIS, glancing about to confirm her location. The Doctor stood at the console, looking between the panel, the center column, and Rose herself. She lifted her head and found it swimming, hazy images passing by in front of her eyes, foggy and indistinct, just shy of tangible. It only took a moment for her to shake them off, though, and she carefully pulled herself up into something halfway to a sitting position, knees in the air in front of her.

“It’s like…” She paused for a moment as the Doctor looked away. A beautiful melody seemed to echo in her ears, something like she imagined the sunrise might make if it could sing. Or maybe it was more of a duet between the Sun as it rose and the Moon as it set. Threaded through the joy and love in the song was a terrible, haunting loneliness, as though the singer knew that this could not last. The sorrow of knowing such beauty must come to an end infiltrated and surrounded the gentle joy of the melody.

“There was a singing.” She lowered her knees to the floor and rested her palms on the cool metal, still shaking the cobwebs from her mind.

“That’s right. I sang a song and the daleks ran away,” the Doctor supplied, looking over and offering that big, wide charming smile. Baloney. The singer was female. It couldn’t have been him, though he was certainly telling the truth that the daleks were no longer around. He was too… easy, for lack of a better word. At ease, that was the phrasing she was looking for. They’d dealt with daleks (okay, one dalek the first time, but the number wasn’t important) before, and they put him rather on edge. They made him tenser, sharper, like a sword coming out of its sheath. The total opposite of how he was acting at the moment.

“I was at home. No I wasn’t, I, I was in the TARDIS and… ah… there was this light...”

In the corner of her eye, she caught the Doctor glancing downward, along the direction of his arm. Something glowed golden on the console, but she elected to ignore it. It couldn’t have been terribly important. Just some monitor going off, in all likelihood, reminding him to perform some regular maintenance task.

“I can’t remember anything else.”

It was painfully true. Like wisps of cloud in the wind, Rose couldn’t seem to get a solid grip on what had happened. Something had happened, clearly, but what? The ghosts of the ghosts of her memories were fading fast, turned transparent in mere seconds.

Another beat of silence.

The Doctor’s gaze fell back to her, though she didn’t see it for a moment as she performed another visual sweep of her surroundings. Rose made an irritated face and shook her head, at last deciding that it really wasn’t worth dwelling on. She glanced back up at the Doctor, lifting her eyebrows as she caught him watching her.

“Rose Tyler.” A little huff of a laugh escaped him, and his lips curled upward, back into that lovely smile of his before it pinched back inward as she prepared to lift herself up to stand.

“I was gonna take you to so many places. Barcelona? Not the city, Barcelona, the planet, Barcelona.” His face seemed to open as his eyebrows shot upward before closing again toward the end of the sentence. His shoulders bobbed up and down with his movements as he shifted around for emphasis. “You’d love it, fantastic place.” And there it was again, that smile that opened his face and sapped away every ounce of intimidation that he possessed. “They’ve got dogs with no noses.” He laughed at that, a wheezy little sort of laugh that turned into a ha-ha-ha, and Rose couldn’t help smiling with him as she finally pushed herself away from the floor.

“Imagine how many times a day you end up telling that joke and it’s still funny!” His eyes slipped back to the console.

“Then why can’t we go?”

Back to her.

“Maybe you will! And maybe I will. But not like this.” Back to the console again, the cryptic bugger.

“You’re not making sense.” It was Rose’s turn to have her face pinch together, though for her it was more in confused thought than clear thought.

“I might never make sense again! I might have two heads, or no head.” His current, normal, real-world head turned back and forth as he spoke, presumably checking in on whichever meters and dials told him the current state of the ship. “Imagine me with no head! And don’t say that’s an improvement,” he added as Rose smiled again, showing off her pearly teeth.

The Doctor dropped his head toward the console before picking it up again and swinging it to look at Rose once more.

“But it’s a bit dodgy, this process.”

The smile began to fade.

“You never know what you’re gonna end up with.” Without warning, he doubled over and sort of fell backward, his hands flying to his stomach as some sort of electronic wail ran through the air. His midsection glowed golden, and Rose lunged toward him. She didn’t have a clue what was going on, of course, how could she, but surely there was some way for her to help!

“Doctor!”

“Stay away!” he commanded, throwing an arm outward to ward her off. Admittedly, it stung. Hadn’t they been the best of friends? Hadn’t they had wonderful adventures together, even if they’d been rather less than safe? Hadn’t they… A single memory from whatever had happened between getting home and finding herself in the TARDIS once again nudged its way into her brain as she stared at him with concern. Hadn’t he kissed her? Hadn’t they been the best of friends who’d just so happened to fall in love along the way?

The Doctor brought his chin to his chest as his face contorted with pain, and Rose noticed that the golden light had vanished.

“Doctor, te… Tell me what’s going on.” Her voice wobbled slightly at the beginning of the sentence before firming up. He couldn’t just do this, just, be so openly struggling and in pain without letting her help.

He leaned his head back, gritting his teeth.

“I absorbed all the energy of the Time Vortex, and no one’s meant to do that!” He smiled again, the absolute nutter, and Rose paused, looking him up and down with her mouth open as though to say something.

“Every cell in my body’s dying.” Her eyes snapped back up to his face.

“Can’t you do something?” Rose edged closer near-imperceptibly.

“Yeah! I’m doing it now.” The Doctor came a little closer to the console and leaned on it for support. “Time Lords have this little trick, it’s, sort of a way of cheating death.” He paused, looking downward as his face wrinkled with pain.

“Except…” He lifted his head again to look at her.

“Except, it means I’m gonna change.” His head bobbed up and down in a halfway frantic sort of nod, the sort of nod one nods to communicate the sentiment that the present topic or situation is rather less than pleasant, but there’s really nothing to be done about it. “And I’m not gonna see you again. Not like this. Not with this daft old face.” Yet another smile. If he thought he was being reassuring, well… okay, it was kind of working, but it wasn’t like everything was alright again. Things might never be quite alright again, not if she was losing her Doctor. Not if she was losing the man who’d opened her eyes to what the world was really like, who’d shown her the marvels of space and time, and, admittedly, a good amount of the oddness going on in her own hometown in her own home-time.

“And before I go—”

“Don’t say that!”

“Rose.” He lifted his head from where it had dropped to his chest in order to meet her gaze, and oh, those eyes… He’d accepted his fate. It was obvious. His face had been screwed up tight, but now he’d opened it again just to pause, and Rose closed her mouth to let him speak.

“Before I go, I just want to tell you you were fantastic.” His head shook from side to side on the word, the catchphrase that he couldn’t go a day without saying, and the dam broke.

Tears welled up in Rose’s eyes, and an overwhelming ache stained her heart like a drop of dye in a glass of water. She wanted nothing more than to go to him, to hug him, to feel that leather jacket against her body and those lovely strong arms wrapped around her one more time. But of course, he’d never allow it. He had told her to stay back, and it must have been to protect her. Why else would he be so determined to keep her away when he must know how much of a stab through the heart it was to be… to be saying goodbye. To be saying a million things in her mind that seemed to choke in her throat and drift up to sting at her eyes, leaving them unsaid. And there he was, smiling through it all like he wasn’t leaving her behind, like he wasn’t disappearing away from her, never to be seen or heard or touched or felt again. If he wasn’t dying already, she’d kill him herself.

“Absolutely fantastic. And you know what?” he waited a moment, just a brief little moment. “So was I!” he concluded with a final, quick little nod. Rose smiled at him, one last time. That was the last thing she wanted him to see of her. A smile, something to let him know how much she loved him as he disappeared before her eyes.

His body went rigid, hands splaying out to the sides and head tilting back as though he were about to scream upward to whatever god or higher being might be listening. The force of the energy around him threw Rose backward, and she had to cling to one of the coral-like pillars in the TARDIS in order to avoid being thrown back even further.

Though she couldn’t see as the bones of his face shifted and changed, Rose did see a new plume of hair sprout from the Doctor’s skull, replacing the short brown hair she’d grown to love. The golden light faded away, and someone entirely new stood there in place of the Doctor, in place of her Doctor. He turned his head toward her.

“Hello. Oka— Mmm.”

He stopped speaking as quickly as he’d started, and the way his lips puckered and the skin of his cheeks hollowed and bulged in certain places seemed to indicate that he was probing around his mouth with his tongue.

“New teeth. That’s weird. So where was I?”

He looked toward the floor before looking back up at Rose, though he seemed to look through her rather than at her.

“Oh, that’s right. Barcelona.” He smiled and got something of a crazed look in his eyes as he finished, and all Rose could think was that he was so different.

Big, fluffy, chocolate brown hair. Brown eyes to match, replacing the icy blue eyes that had held so much, icy blue eyes that had watched her so carefully the first time he’d ever met her. This man was as skinny as a twig, a very slight bit taller than the Doctor, and a tad higher-pitched in the voice. 

What had he done with her Doctor?

[f4irly-l4cklu5t3r]

Is the sanders sides fandom still alive?

[supercityboys]

My favorite kazumaji cliché that happens in fics is when for whatever reason Majima decides to just be himself/forgets to keep up the act because he’s comfortable enough with Kiryu that he just defaults back to being Goro. In the meanwhile, Kiryu’s beside him freaking out with goosebumps constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop, for the demon fire dagger to be at his nose, and it just never comes.

[mousemannation]

curious to know, with so many on tennisblr being new to tennis, how familiar r y'all with domi and his legacy?

[ducktracy]

30 second MS Paint self portrait but my director pointed out that i always start every meeting doing this and said that my energy is admirable and something to aspire towards. and i'm documenting this because i genuinely think a part of my brain is subconsciously being influenced by HIM

[repurposedmeatlocker]

There is a super annoying review of Lady and the Tramp on here trying to say that the film isn't about classism. While half-baked yes, I think it is very clear, ESPECIALLY with the historical context of romance films that came out at the same time, that it can't be seemingly pushed to the side simply because it is used as "dressing" for a film otherwise about dogs falling in love.