#SEND A DCOTOR

[charliesnirsmort]

Someone help the Merlin hyperfixation is fixating again I was doodling those fuckers last night I can’t keep doing this to myself

[kilibaggins]

Definitely Not Therapy

no gif fit this whoops

Request: Am I sending you a request inspired by your own fic? Yes, yes I am! Okay so it's a bit weird but could you by any chance do hurt!murphy and doctor!jackson pleeaaase? Romance, no romance, up to you, and this is optional but I think it'd be interesting to see jackson flip at the 100 for the trauma they put Murphy through, maybe? Idk you're the headcanon person just yeah, that dynamic I guess XD ~ @ultimatereyesstan

A/N: I hope this is okay!! kadsfkasd I wasnt quite sure what to do with it.

Setting: Peaceful Arkadia AU

Warnings: Panic attacks, hanging mention, therapy mention.

Word Count: 974

Murphy can’t breathe.

This isn’t new for him by any means, he has this problem all the time. Usually, because something triggers it, like really loud noises, crowds, or even multiple people chanting something, even if it’s innocently.

Though, it’s never happened with Jackson. Not when he calmly places a hand on his shoulder as he passes, to let him know he’s there. It’s never happened before, but He supposes he shouldn’t be that surprised when his hand went a bit closer to his neck than he wanted.

“Jo-” Jackson stops himself, he’s still trying to re-learn how Murphy likes to be referred to, “Murphy? Are you alright?” Jackson asks, taking his hand away from Murphy’s shoulder. They’re in Jacksons’ office since Murphy came in to get medicine for a patient out in the main medbay. Murphy turns from him and tries to take a deep breath, trying to calm himself.

“There’s no danger,r you’re fine.” He whispers under his breath, and Jackson steps back a bit more, knowing his presence could make it harder for the man to calm down. He knows how panic attacks and everything else works. Murphy seems like the guy who needs space during these times.

“You’re right. There’s no danger here.” Jackson speaks up, and Murphy turns to him, his eyes a bit teary, and his breath still coming in short bursts.

“Sorry, I-” Murphy says before Jackson calmly raises a hand.

“Don’t be, it’s okay. I take no offense.” Jackson says, grabbing some water from the corner. Jackson turns around and it’s obvious Murphy is still on edge. He slowly hands him the water, and Murphy grabs it with a shaky hand. “How about we sit?” Jackson asks, gesturing towards the seats Murphy nods and quickly takes a seat, his feet coming up under him, so he’s sitting with his legs crossed on the chair. Jackson smiles and sits so his legs are over the arm of the chair, and his head is on the other one.

“Sorry, I usually don’t have a problem,” Murphy says, looking down, and deep down he knows that’s a lie. He does have a problem, just not around others.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Jackson asks, moving so he’s sitting more professionally. Murphy scoffs and looks down at his water.

“You gonna give me a therapy session, doc?” Murphy sass’ his voice coming out guarded. Jackson chooses his words carefully. He knows depending on what he does, he could either get Murphy to lock up completely, or he could get him to open up. “Because I don’t need therapy.”

“Who says I’m asking as a Dcotor?” Jackson says, and Murphy peeks up at him. “I’m asking as a friend, Murphy,” Jackson says, and he sees he made the right choice when Murphy untucks his legs and leans back in the chair, looking at him. He takes a sip of his water and sighs softly.

“I-” Murphy starts, then clears his throat. “I have a hard time with people being near my neck. Your hand just got a bit close.” Murphy says softly, Jackson watches him for a second, seeing if he’ll say anything before speaking up.

“And why is that?” Jackson asks, and Murphy looks at him in surprise.

“You don’t know?” Murphy asks, and Jackson shakes his head, confused at why he should. “Soon after we got down here, the others thought I killed Wells,” Murphy says, his voice dropping to a whisper. He looks to the side and to the ground, and Jackson listens to him intently.

“Murphy, what happened?” Jackson asks, his tone serious but calm. Murphy looks up at him then and licks his lips.

“They hung me.” He says, and Jackson looks at him in shock. “They hung me before the person who did it spoke up… Then They cut me down and I-” Murphy hesitates, “I went after her.”

“Who did this?” Jackson asks, his voice hurt. Murphy sighs softly and shakes his head.

“It doesn’t matter anymore. I forgive them, it’s fine.” Murphy says, shrugging.

“You forgive them?” Jackson asks, confused on why.

“I mean yeah. I wasn’t the best guy. And they thought I killed a guy.” Murphy says shrugging.

“But you didn’t,” Jackson asks-well more states. Murphy nods. “Then you didn’t deserve it,” Jackson says.

“Yeah, well. I did some bad stuff after. We all make mistakes, and that was theirs.” Murphy says, shrugging. “I forgive them as much as I can. I still hold the trauma, and the pain, but they did what they thought was right, and I can’t fault them for it.” Murphy says, his voice coming out as if he’s sure of himself.

“That’s big.” Jackson says, “You forgiving people is the first step to getting better, and since you already forgive them, that’s just another step in the right direction.” Jackson says, and Murphy nods. He’s calmed down now, Jackson notices.

“This seems an awful lot like a Therapy session.” Murphy snarks and Jackson smiles.

“No, because if it were a Therapy Session, then we would have had to plan it, I’d have had you fill out paperwork, and then we would have to-”

“Okay okay, I get it, Not a therapy session,” Murphy says, interrupting Jackson. They both smile at each other for a moment, before Murphy breathes out deeply. “Y’know I think that actually helped.”

“I’m glad,” Jackson says.

Murphy leaves the office and goes back to his job. And when he goes back the next day, he doesn’t sit back down, and they definitely don’t talk more. Murphy definitely doesn’t talk to him about his childhood, and his mom or dad, and he definitely doesn’t talk about starting the fire that got him locked up. Because if he did, then that might be therapy. And Murphy doesn’t need therapy. Definitely not.

[chat-chouage]

please queen send feet pics i am in iron lung and dcotors say i have 2 months to live

[sherlock-is-ace]

Blueberry, watermelon, apricot? 💜

thank you boo!!! <3

Blueberry -  what do you want to dress up as for halloween?Oooh this is an interesting one cause we don’t really do Halloween here in Argentina (very sad and boring, I know). Hmmm... I’d love to live my dream and dress as a dapper gentleman from the 1920s. Or as the 12th dcotor if we’re going nerdy lol

Watermelon - do you have a job? if so, what is your job title?Not currently working tho I’m tryaing real hard. I guess my title would be illustrator or character designer as I’m trying to go for those... I do commissions tho, if anyone’s interested (end of the shameless plug lol)

Apricot - what do you do when you’re sad?Usually cry, I cry easily. I also either go on a rant about whatever is making me sad or I shut down and talk the least amount possible.

Send me a fruit

[softuris]

nightmare on neibolt street || epilogue

beverly marsh origin story

bill + mike + richie + ben + eddie + stan

—this chapter includes mature content including blood and a lil violence ! please proceed accordingly—

🌱ART BY @mikeshoneyc0mb !! they worked so hard on the art for this series so give them a follow🌿

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By the age of 16, Beverly Marsh knew better than to continue to believe what doctors have been telling her for years. She had chronic Atopic Dermatitis, AKA eczema. But typically eczema doesn’t make your skin fall off in chunks. Beverly knew better. She was dying from the outside in.

She also knew better than to let anyone at school know. Her scars never faded, but instead got bigger. Scabs grew thicker and her patience got thinner. Long sleeves and jeans were always in style for Beverly.

Besides her condition, Beverly was normal. Her academics never suffered, and she was as social as a butterfly. No one had to know.

It was June 17, 2014 when she made her first visit to Dr. Rogan, a world renowned Dermatology. He promised to fix her, make her feel better. To this day, Beverly tries to forget what took place in that office.

Dr. Rogan was no more than a curious bastard, using Beverly like a lab rat. His tests including pooring chemicals that were unknown to Beverly on her wounds, ripping skin off prematurely, and worst of all, sewing her skin back on.

Her parents stopped sending her to school because, for lack of a better word, they were cowardly; Too scared to ask for help, to report their daughter’s abuse.

Doodling became her hobby, using Dr. Rogan’s pens to draw on her arms and legs, and anywhere to make herself comfortable.

Beverly remained his test subject for 2 years. Side effects such as vomitting, rotting skin, and sore limbs became everyday occurences by the time she was 16. Her face was dark, sunken in, and her limbs bent in unnatural ways. Beverly was dying.

Her parents became restless and unsatisified with Rogan’s work. For this they left Beverly, and moved across the country without her. Beverly was forgetting what loved felt like. She forgot the look of her face, freckles and all, without the large scars and scabs.

Above all, Beverly was naive.

“Am I pretty?” she would ask Rogan.

To that Rogan chuckled. “You’re my creation. Of course you are.”

This always left her perplexed. She wasn’t getting the answer she was asking for. She wanted to be feel better about herself with these visits, but she soon became aware she wasn’t.

Understanding why her parents left took a long time for her to comprehend. She was a monster. Scary. Even Rogan believed so, however he was the only one who claimed she still be beautiful. So she stayed.

“You are beautiful. You are my creation.”

“I made you. You are everything.”

While these words sometimes made her feel better, his abuse always left her empty.

Upon turning 16, Beverly took it upon herself to embrace the horrid: To express herself for what she was; Scary. She spent time at the parks, scaring the children and sometimes adults. However it was never enough. It never sat well.l that this was her. It never sat well that she liked it either.

Her efforts to scare everyone in her path stopped at Rogan. He scared her.

This made her upset. Beverly decided she wasn’t peak until she scared him. Made him uncomfortable. So she began seeking out the perfect plan to terrify her way out of his abuse.

———

“Beverly, darling, are you ready for your new procedure?” Rogan said, stretching the paper over the exam table for Beverly to sit upon.

Beverly nodded.

“Today, we’re going to try sewing you up with—,” Rogan paused, carting a metal cart to his side, “Non-organic matter.”

Beverly swallowed. “Like metal?”

Laughing, Rogan tapped her knee. “No no! Like synthetic fabric, my dear. Patch you up with something that won’t rot.”

He laughed again and suddenly Beverly couldn’t help the smile herself. After all, she hid a surgical knife, she has swiped from the visit, behind her back, firmly clenched in her peeling fist.

Rogan stopped laughing. “Are you ready?”

Beverly was used to the pain, but something about this in the back of her brain told her this would be the last procedure. When Rogan stuck her with the first needle, she immediately giggled. She wasn’t feel especially joyful, just full of emotions that had been repressed since she had first started visiting Dr. Rogan.

With each pluck and pulling of the needle weaving through her skin, she relaxed further, letting the pain completely disapate. Her only focus became her attempt of scaring him.

“Doctor,” Beverly spoke innocently. Her grip on the knife tightened as he looked up at her from his work on her legs.

“What is it?”

She paused. This line, these next few words would be memorable to her. The final boss.

“You might want to start running,” she spoke a little quiter, a big wide smile growing on her face.

“Huh?”

Beverly snapped her arm back around, the knife pointed at Rogan’s neck. Her arm shook as she held eye contact. “I said you better run.”

Eyes wide and fearful, Rogan set the needle and thread on the metal cart beside him, and slowly lift his hands up. “Where did you get that?”

Beverly chuckled menically. “I swiped it from my last procedure,” she hissed, pulling at the thread on the side of her neck until they snapped, letting part of her rotted neck slide out from it’s place like a puzzle piece and her head tilted from the unevenness.

“Fuck.”

“You made me the shoes....” she hissed. “I might as well step into them”

“What the fuck is that suppose to mean?” Rogan growled through gritted teeth.

“Fucking. Run.”

Rogan kicked out his legs, letting the swivel stool he sat on to carry him towards the door swiftly. In one sharp movement, Beverly slips off the exam table and starts toward Rogan, who is fumbling with the door handle.

“Scared, Doctor?” Beverly chuckles, holding the knife with furvor.

With shaking hands Rogan opens the door, and begins running through the halls of the empty hospital office. What had he done? What had he created?

Looking back over his shoulder Beverly is chasing him, her hospital gown billowing behind her with each step of her scarred bare feet. His heart was pounding, but he knew where he’d go: The front desk. It has a lock, and if he’s able to get there with time to spare he’ll be safe to grab a scissors to defend himself.

“Where you going, Doc?” Beverly sings behind him, menically. “Hm?”

He approaches the door and all but bursts through, slamming the door on Beverly before she is able to get to him. Throwing himself against the desk, he searches the desk for scissors, an envelope opener, staple remover, anything. His heart begins to slow when his fingers find a pair of green scissors but is quickly changed when he hears Beverly laughter from behind the door.

“Can’t hide forever, yeah. This is what you wanted, ahah. You did this to yourself,” she growled, pressing her ear to the door to listen for sounds of escape. “You scared yet, Doc?”

Adrenaline was coursing through Rogan. In his mind, his creation was betraying him. With sheer force, Rogan kicks down the office door just barely missing Beverly. He swings his weapon at her like an eagle, for her to swing forward as well nicking his forearm heftily. Rogan side steps away from a wall, awaiting her next strike on for her to kick right between his legs. With a loud groan, Rogan falls to the floor.

“Should’ve stayed runnin’,” she smiled, leaning over a defenseless Rogan.

Im an attempt to discuss the situation, Rogan lifts his arm, only for Beverly to pine it back to the ground, her body hovering his like a vicious wolf. “You won’t take anything else from me,” she hisses, before smiling aggresively. With quick hands, Rogan pulls at the stitches on her arm with haste, loosening the support between arm and torso. “No! No no!” she screams, scrunching her face up in anger. “You fucker!”

Rogan grabs hold of her loose arm then, and completley tears it from her torso. With a harsh inhale of air, Beverly falls to the floor beside the man she hunted seconds earlier.

“You shit!” he shouts, kicking her weak body away from his own. He sits against the hospital wall, desperately covering the large gash in his arm. Blood spills between his fingers as he sucks in another breath. He then decided to finish it. Destroy his creation. Destroy this—

Brat.

With hasty arms and rapid breaths, Rogan grabs hold of the scissors once in his hand, and staggers toward Beverly. Her rotted arm lays feet away from her, and her face is sunken in more than usual. His hurtful eyes, Rogan begins crying.

Beverly knows he doesn’t feel sympathy for her. Only his creation.

Bullshit.

As much as she wants to teach him a lesson, there isn’t anything she can do anymore. Slowly, she presses her eyes shut, bracing for the impending strike of her dcotor’s hands.

But then she doesn’t feel it, and instead hears a groan and a body falling in front of hers. Gently, she opens her eyes and see’s a boy. He is a muscular black boy, probably around her age, with eyes redder than her hair. In his hands, his mouth is bloody before he swipes his sleeve across his face. He wore a black cloak, black slacks, and white collared shirt. He was chilling, frightening, and though her heart was pounding from her encounter with Rogan, she was scared. Even then, she could tell this stranger was like her.

“Can you move?” he asked, holding a hand out to her.

Beverly just stared up at him, tears beginning to form in her own eyes.

The boy swallowed. His eyes found her arm beside her, and picked it up gently. “Is this yours?”

She nodded. “Yes.”

“Can you move?” he asked again, holding a hand out, and keeping the arm in his other hand. Reaching back out to him, Beverly shuddered. His hands were cold as ice, but something about him was warm. “I’m Mike,” he smiled, with teeth whiter than snow.

“Beverly.”

“Let’s get you out of here, Beverly.”

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DC/Marvel Short Story

Wonder Woman, Shazam, Scarlet Witch, and Captain America all sat eating lunch together at the local cafe in a small suburb of New York dressed in their civilian clothing. The Justice League and Avengers members had become close friends after several battles and adventures together. The teams members would constantly use their respective world's portal to cross over whenever the other team needed assistance or sometimes just to visit, as was the case today. All of the respective members of the Justice League and Avengers has become good friends and close allies of each other. Wonder Woman's civilian identity was Diana Prince, Shazam's was Billy Batson, Scarlet Witch's was Wanda Maximoff, and Captain America's was Steve Rogers. Meanwhile at a HYDRA base hidden underneath the Potomac River, the evil Red Skull, Nicholas Scratch, and Doctor Thaddeus Sivana sat around a conference table planning an attack on New York City. “The Avengers and Justice League will never see our attack coming!”, Red Skull said maniacally. “This will be the time we finally destroy them for once and for all!”, said Doctor Sivana. “These heroes have been a thorn in our side for too long! Its time to end them for good!”, said Nicholas Scratch with a psychotic smile. Red Skull rised up from the table and ordered his HYDRA troops to get ready to mobilize and move out on New York City.  Back at the diner, the four heroes were finishing up their meal. “Man, this cafe has the best sandwiches!.” said Shazam. “Definitely! The bread is flavored just right and the meat and cheese is very tender!”, said Wonder Woman. “New York has some of the best eating places ever! We love trying out new place sand taking our friends with us!”, said Scarlet Witch. “Indeed! The Avengers are very fortunate to know the Justice League.”, said Captain America. The four friends sat laughing and enjoying visiting with each other when all of a sudden the ground began to mildly tremble and the sound of heavy footsteps could be heard, along with the sound of several voices loudly chanting “Hail HYDRA!”.

The heroes quickly donned their combat attire and rushed outside. Captain America immediately contacted SHIELD headquarters to send reinforcements. The army of HYDRA troops stopped in its tracks and Red Skull, Doctor Sivana, and Nicholas Scratch marched to the front of the formation. “Ah! Captain Rogers and Ms. Maximoff! Welcome to your oblivion along with the destruction of New York City!”, said Red Skull maniacally. “Wonder Woman and Shazam! You will bear witness as we kill your friends and overrun this city! And then I will kill you both personally!”. said Doctor Sivana gleefully. “Wanda Maximoff! I will make you suffer agonizing pain before I kill you and take your power and become the most powerful sorcerer in the world!”, boasted Nicholas Scratch. “We will all fight to the last breath to defend this city and the innocent!”, all the heroes said together.

Red Skull ordered the HYDRA troops to start attacking the city and killing and capturing civilians. The reinforcements of SHIELD troops arrived just in time and started fighting the HYDRA troops. Red Skull engaged Captain America in hand to hand combat, Doctor Sivana engaged Wonder Woman and Shazam, and Nicholas Scratch engaged Scarlet Witch. Doctor Sivana used his scientifically engineered magical powers to fire lightning blasts at Diana and Billy that struck them both and knocked them to the ground. They both got up and charged at him again, but this time Shazam used a more powerful lightning blast counter Doctor Sivana and then Wonder Woman used her shield to block the blast sent her way. Wonder Woman then managed to wrap her lasso around Dcotor Sivana and Shazam used it as a conductor and  fired an electrical blast directly at Doctor Sivana which incapacitated him. Wonder Woman then used her sword to strike a non-lethal blow and knocked Doctor Sivana unconcious. Scarlet Witch was fighting Nicholas Scratch in a battle of spells. Scratch fired a dire spell at Wanda, but Wanda countered it with a water spell. Scratch then fired a lighting spell at Wanda that knocked her against a brick wall. As Nicholas Scratch prepared to deliver the final blow with another lightning spell. Wanda got to her feet suddenly and fired a tremendous shock-wave spell at Nicholas Scratch, which knocked him unconscious.  Red Skull was fighting Captain America in fierce hand-to-hand combat. They were both super soldiers with extensive knowledge of combat moves and tactics. As Red Skull delivered a powerful blow against Captain America's shield and knocked him back against a wall, Captain America suddenly had an idea of how to defeat Red Skull. Red Skull prepared to deliver another powerful blow to finish Captain America off, but as he charged, Captain America suddenly threw his shield right in the direction of Red Skull. Red Skull ducked to dodge the shield, and as he got back to his feet Captain America punched him directly in the face with a thunderous blow that knocked Red Skull unconscious.

With the three main villains defeated, the HYDRA soldiers began to retreat in dissaray. Despite heavy SHIELD troop casualties, civilian casualties in the city were kept to a minimum. All four heroes were bruised and bloodied from their respective fights. SHIELD and the police took Red Skull, Nicholas Scratch, and Doctor Sivana into custody. “This is what the heroes of the Avengers and the Justice League do. We protect the innocent and fight against evil!.” said  Captain America. Scarlet Witch, Shazam, and Wonder Woman all agreed whole-heartedly. The four heroes then all headed home to recover and rest and then continue their constant mission.

[jaskiersbeloved]

😈😈😈😈😈

oh woops i thought emoji of you. nvm this si the emoji for you 🎤 -

I hate youuuu >.<

🎤 - song i’ll sing out loud 

Every Disney song… My Heart will go on… Duck Tales… AND DCOTOR WHO THEME SONG, BC NO ONE WILL CONVINCE ME YOU CAN’T SING IT

SEND ME EMOJI, I’LL GIVE YOU A SONG

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[sl-c]

Hi Sim, I've been in 'recovery' for a few years now and I've had enough. So enough of ruining my own and my family's life. I want to get better. My mind is consumed by counting calories and fat grams and obsessing over food and trying to eat 2000 calories but subconsciously still scared of 'too much'. I so wish I could stop. Do you think it's okay if I stop counting and just try to eat bigger portions and as 'normal' as I can (ie. Not minuscule 5-10g serves of avo). Do you have any advice? Xxx

Seriously good for you darling. This is such an awesome thing & i’m so proud of you & wish you all the best in this new chapter, there is so much good to come from this & I can’t wait for it all to eventuate. 

Anyway, I think trying to eat more & not count calories is definitely a good idea but you do have to make sure you’re still eating enough so, if you aren’t already, I would make sure you’re getting weekly/fortnightly check ups at the doctor so they can weigh you, check your vitals & just make sure you’re heading in the right direction. I think it would also be beneficial to work with a dietician who can help you set up an ideal meal plan to cover your nutritional needs & they may even be able to monitor your weight/vitals instead of going to a dcotor as well. Overall, removing the control is a really good idea I think & just focusing on trying to get on with ‘normal’ life & moving the focus away from food/body & all of that. Take everyday as a new opportunity to shape the life you want & go into this chapter open-minded, hopeful & with persistence. Things will take time & sometimes you’ll fall, but just make sure you get back up.

Much love your way & sending love, courage & hope xxxx

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Timestamp #206: Planet of the Dead

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Timestamp #206: Planet of the Dead

Doctor Who: Planet of the Dead (Easter Special, 2009)

  When stingrays attack!

At the International Gallery, a group of armed guards is hard at work protecting a golden goblet. They fire up a fancy security system as they lock up for the night, but the lasers around the perimeter don’t account for an assault from above. A masked figure Mission: Impossibles her way down, exchanges the artifact for a waving Maneki Neko, and runs out. Her accomplice is captured, so she boards a double-decker bus and bribes the driver to help her get away. The Doctor boards right after, sits beside her, and wishes her a happy Easter.

The Doctor muses about various Easters throughout time, including the original event, before a device that detects rhondium particles chirps in his pocket. As the bus traverses a tunnel and a passenger hears screaming voices, the bus leaves Earth and arrives in a vast desert.

The driver declares the bus immobile. True enough, because it’s a wreck. The thief, Christina de Souza, gets to know the Doctor as he analyzes the sand and doesn’t like what he tastes. The passengers blame him for their predicament, but he shows them the wormhole that they passed through. Unfortunately, the wormhole doesn’t allow them to pass through without the bus surrounding them. The driver tries to rush through, but he’s immediately reduced to a skeleton on the other side. The police on Earth immediately call for UNIT to assist.

Christina takes charge of the situation and facilitates introductions all around – Nathan, a young adult with slicked up hair; Barclay, about the same age and the one who confronted the Doctor about their situation; Angela Whittaker, an older blond woman; Louis, who goes by the nickname “Lou”; and his wife, Carmen – before handing the science bits to the Doctor. Carmen has low-level psychic abilities and can hear voices all around them. She also feels death coming.

The Doctor calms the passengers in order to focus them on surviving. He promises to get them all home. They set to work on preparing the bus, including the tools in Christina’s amazing backpack. She’s prepared for everything. While the passengers work on the bus, the Doctor and Christina scout the area. They verbally spar and spot a storm on the horizon. The Doctor borrows a mobile and rigs it to contact UNIT.

UNIT arrives and officer-in-charge Captain Erisa Magambo takes command of the tunnel. She takes the call from the Doctor and makes contact with UNIT’s scientific advisor, one Malcolm Taylor, who completely fanboys out before setting to analyzing the disturbance. The Doctor sends a picture of the storm back to Earth, which Christina says contains sparkling like metal. She also spots an insectile creature that takes them to its crashed ship by gunpoint.

The beings onboard identify themselves as the Tritovores and blame them for crashing their ship. When the Doctor explains that they’re in the same predicament, the Tritovores decide to trust him. In return, the Doctor restores their shipboard power and launches a probe. The sand planet is San Helios, located in the Scorpion Nebula, and the aliens had been on their way to trade with the inhabitants. Unfortunately, the city has been destroyed. All of it, including the 100 billion inhabitants, have been reduced to sand, and Carmen keeps hearing them die over and again.

Malcolm Taylor calls again with news that the wormhole is expanding. The Doctor also gets bad news from Nathan: The bus is out of fuel. Capping the unfortunate circumstances, the probe relays images of the storm. It is full of stingray-like creatures that stripped San Helios and have set their appetites on Earth.

The Doctor deduces that the stingrays, which are made of metal, travel fast enough to rip open the wormhole and travel from place to place. Christina, who is enamored by the Doctor and his alien nature, points the Time Lord to the Tritovores and their ship. The Doctor develops a plan to use the ship to move the bus. While the Doctor tries patching wires throughout the ship, Christina uses her rogue’s rig to dive into the shaft after a much-needed crystal.

While Christina retrieves the crystal, the Doctor muses about her nature (and similarities to Donna Noble) and the stolen goblet (the Cup of Athelstan) in her pack. The Doctor doesn’t approve of her thievery at first but admits that he stole his ship, the TARDIS, to begin his travels. As Christina retrieves the crystal, she awakens a stingray living in the ship’s ventilation system. She successfully evades it, but the rest start tearing apart the ship.

The Doctor and Christina run back to the bus with the storm in pursuit. When they get back, the Doctor orders everybody back to their seats as he discards the crystal and attaches the clamps surrounding it to the bus. He calls Malcolm, requesting a means to close the wormhole, but is stymied by the interface of the bus and crystal systems. They use the goblet, worth 18 million pounds, to bridge the technology. Destructively, to Christina’s chagrin.

On Earth, Captain Magambo orders Malcolm to close the wormhole to save Earth. In the desert, the Doctor gets the bus airborne with the anti-gravity clamps and rockets away from the stingrays. The bus returns home followed by three of the stingrays. Magambo orders her troops to open fire as Malcolm (with the Dcotor’s help) closes the portal.

The UNIT troops and their explosive solutions make short work of the three stingrays. Meanwhile, the Doctor sets the bus down at the tunnel’s exit and gets a kiss from Christina for his efforts. Malcolm meets the Doctor and fanboys all over the place while Christina is taken away. The Doctor recommends Nathan and Barclay for UNIT service and Magambo shows his the TARDIS, retrieved from the gardens at Buckingham Palace.

Christina asks the Doctor if she can travel with him, but he rejects her. She has to face the consequences of her actions and he’s not ready to lose another companion. Never again, in fact. While Christina is taken away, Carmen leaves him with some parting words: His song is ending, it is returning through the dark, and he will knock four times.

Carmen takes her leave and the Doctor uses his sonic screwdriver to free Christina. While she runs for the bus and flies away, the Doctor departs in the TARDIS.

  This tale does wonders for the Doctor’s character development while providing an entertaining and riveting story. The revelation that he stole the TARDIS appears in the revival era for the first time – it had been previously mentioned in The War Games, Frontier in Space, and Logopolis – and does him well on the road to accepting Lady Christina. Of course, he still isn’t over Donna’s tragic departure, so there’s no way that she’s joining him on the TARDIS. Just like Mr. Copper in Voyage of the Damned, the Doctor rejected her.

Christina is a character that I wouldn’t mind returning to the show, particularly given her chemistry with the Doctor. A criminal and a member of the British aristocracy, she would be a fun addition to the show.

The revival era continues linking back to its heritage, this time with the K1 Robot, Quatermass, and UNIT’s general lack of luck with bullets against aliens.

This episode was a major milestone in the franchise, marking not only the 200th storyline but the first to be filmed for high definition. It was also the first to film in a Middle Eastern country.

Finally, the path is laid at the Doctor’s feet for his own demise. The end is coming.

  Rating: 5/5 – “Fantastic!”

  Keeping in mind that the Timestamps Project is following the franchise chronologically at this point…

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[zillyeh]

Phone symbol 4... Prince n the frog... N zarz and noru if u can think of one (can be funny)

Send 📱 for five texts my muse didn’t send yours, and one that they did

TPATF:

/// Hey Dro! I was wondering if you were gonna be busy this weekend? I’ve got to go inspect a wall down in the catacombs and I don’t want to be alone. ///

/// Wouldn’t it be cool if we hung out more outside of the Cathedral and me painting you and without Cirice? It’s like, sort of nice out tonight and

/// Dronar, do you think you’d be strong enough to do me a favor that involves throwing Cirice across the valley? ///

/// Sooo, Spirit’s Night is coming up pretty soon? I wanted to know if you’d maybe wanna 

/// I saw the cutest frog when I was up at the waterfall and it made me think of you. /// 

/// Dronar! You got a second to come down? I need a second opinion on a thing and I don’t know where anyone else is lol ///

Love, Zaron:

)) so like ive got 5 bucks you can’t guess where I just got 3 cucumbers stuck ((

)) you ever just accidentally break every light fixture you own ((

)) so if you find like. a fresh puddle of blood that’s your color but you don’t have any open wounds what... do you do... ((

)) youre a dcotor or something close to it right. how the fuck do i stop having reoccurrin g daymares. im askign for a friedn ((

)) clitties (clown titties) ((

)) yo noru i set my hair on fire do you wanna see the video i took lmao ((