#NYC Doctor

[lesbiangummybearmafia]

Kate Mulgrew and Robert Picardo 💕

[dollyiia]

jenna rink

[mysharona1987]

[doctorwhowhatwhenwhy]

With the Disney budget I want to see the Doctor go to even CRAZIER places. And by CRAZIER I mean NOT THE UK. Let this man defeat Daleks in Tokyo or giant space aliens in the Carribean. Give the people of London a break.

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

Falling For You

Author: @bitbybitwrites

Rating: T

Status: Completed in April 2024

Word Count: 26,089

Summary: For the Klaine Secret Santa 2023 Gift Exchange and was paired up to write something for the lovely and talented @mynonah.

You gave me a fantastic assortment of things to choose for prompts. It was challenging at first to decide which combination of them for your story!

I may have taken some liberties with how the medical profession actually works and how hospitals are run just for this fic. My apologies if some things aren't factually correct.

Tropes/Genre: kid!fic, florist!Kurt, Doctor!Blaine, meet cute, AU, NYC!Klaine

Lynne's review: This story is truly special. I really enjoyed it. Any story with a beautiful scene between Blaine and Burt wins in my book.

Read at: AO3

[jumpin--bean]

If I had a nickel for every time a doctor in NuWho kissed a time-travelling American criminal played by a gay actor named John who had also recently starred in an NYC revival* of a Sondheim show, I'd have two nickels??

[eddie-redmayne-italian-blog]

When Newton meets Harry.....and Ken meets the other Ken .......where did it happen? NEW YORK during Jonathan Groff Sardi's Caricature Unveiling on May 21, 2024.

This is also a small reunion of red cast, beacuse Jonathan Groff played Ken in Red with Molina, the same role that Eddie played between 2009 and 2010, for which he won the Tony award.

In the other photos Eddie is with, apart Jonathan, Alfred Molina, Krystal Joy Brown and Jennifer Lee!

Jonathan Groff is been honored for his performance in the musical "Merrily We Roll Along" with a caricature at Sardi's.

Source photos Bruce Glikas/ Getty Images

[sobeautifullyobsessed]

[excerpt from an upcoming Stephen Strange x Hope Collins fic]

🎄Wrapped Up In Christmas Memories🎄

(Indulge me, if you will? Not sure if I'll be able to complete this story by Christmas, let alone the New Year ~ but the need to write this part is strong upon me, while my loves for Stephen and for Story compell me...)

genre: angst, catharsis, healing...and above all, love ❤️

characters: Stephen Strange, Hope Collins (OFC); established relationship

word count: 1.2k-ish

...Beverly Strange had been a music teacher before she ever became a farmer's wife. And for most of her life--despite how stony her husband grew over the years, grimly implacable in the face of what he found to be frivolous--she had done her best to fill their household with music. It was no fluke that Stephen developed such a great love for music that his prodigious intellect maintained a mental catalog of music trivia encompassing multiple genres.

Beverly had given private piano lessons as much for fulfillment as for the extra money the family had needed in lean years on the farm. Until the birth of Stephen's younger brother Victor, she had volunteered as Choir Director at the community's small Lutheran church. Stephen could remember spending many an afternoon in the weeks leading up to Christmas and Easter in the choir loft, coloring quietly and humming along while Beverly conducted practice. Once her youngest child, Donna, had been old enough to sit in a church pew under Stephen's supervision (for their father rarely attended weekly services) Beverly had resumed a place in the choir and was often featured as a soloist during the holidays. Stephen had been damn proud watching his mother sing her favorite carol, 'Oh, Holy Night'; how straight she had stood, free of his father's angry shadow, and of how flawlessly (to him, anyway) her notes had risen--in his child's mind he had been sure they had reached Heaven itself.

Most of all, though, he had always been proud to see when some parishioner or another was moved to tears by the purity of her rendition. Decades later, he could easily recall that feeling if he allowed himself to remember, could hear her in his mind--but the pain of Donna's death and the toll it wreaked upon his mother usually precluded him from indulging in such sentimental recall. Beverly's music had fallen mute the day his sister had drowned; she had never sung in church again, nor had Stephen ever heard her sing in their own home in the too short years that followed before her grief prematurely aged her into an early grave.

Stephen himself had adopted a stoic mien in the wake of losing Donna, internalizing the blame he felt for failing to save her, and by extension, their mother. Nearly two decades later, it still hurt too damn much to remember the first--and very rare--people who had loved him unconditionally, as both had been lost to him well before their time. And as his most vibrant memories of them included Christmastimes, he had turned his back on all but the most superficial of holiday celebrations.

He kept his painful thoughts and memories buried deep and had only confessed them to Christine (whom he realized in retrospect was the third soul to have loved him unconditionally) one sloppy, drunken night two months after his accident. She had given him what solace she could, gently urging him to not be so hard on himself, reminding him that both Donna and Beverly would wish for him to seek some healing, and staying with him until he drifted into a dreamless sleep. When she returned to check on him the next day, he had closed himself off again, rejecting her concern as unnecessary. Brushing off the incident as impertinent to his current life and goals.

But now...oh now! A wee bit at a time, Hope--who loved him as unconditionally as his past dear ones--had been chipping away at that wall. Reintroducing Christmas into his life by osmosis, without a hint of pressure for him to embrace the season. As she'd promised four weeks ago, she'd gone about her Christmasing without the sort of fuss that might bother him. With each little Yuletide advance she had made in the Sanctum, he had found himself relaxing and accepting, smiling in concession, happy to play witness to her happiness in the season.

Christmas was still a week away, and Stephen had begun contemplating what sort of gift he might manage for his own Who-girl. He hoped to find a gift that spoke his heart clearly, but each idea that came to him fell flat soon after he thought it up.

Settled comfortably in his study this evening, he was delving into a freshly discovered manuscript that appeared to have been penned by The Ancient One when she had been apprenticed to Merlin, during his tenure as the Londinium Sanctum Master. Though it should have been a fascinating read, Stephen found himself distracted by the question of what to give Hope--and by the carols she was playing in the living room portion of his quarters. Celtic Woman, he told himself with no effort to recall the facts; released October 2006, peak chart position number one on Billboard for US Worldwide Albums. The trilling of the all female group was pleasant enough, but not at all conducive to the study he was attempting.

Meaning to simply ask Hope to lower the volume so he could concentrate, Stephen removed his reading glasses, leaving them to rest atop the open manuscript and then headed the short way to the main room of his suite. The fragrances of cranberry and evergreen greeted him as he drew near, for she'd made a substantial investment in candles for the season, and they were clearly alight as she wrapped presents. Hope was deep in her element and happy to be so.

The music paused between tracks, and when it resumed, it stopped Stephen in his. The opening strains of 'O, Holy Night' filled the air, and in a heartbeat they landed upon him, sending him back to his youth, well before he had known loss and heartbreak. To those crisp, cold Nebraska evenings when his heart had swelled with love and pride to see his mother sing. Unprepared as he was for those powerful images and sounds to fill his senses, Stephen backed away, his eyes prickling with tears of mixed grief and recollection. Tears he'd put off for far too long in his quest to avoid the pain. And yet he knew that just several feet around the corner was the very soul who had given him the exact comfort, love, and strength he'd needed to complete the dreadful journey he had undertaken to save this Universe from Thanos--and that she'd be only too glad to learn this part of his past and help him find healing.

By some remarkable coincidence, or as if she'd heard his thoughts, Hope's answer came unbidden, her voice blending in as though it had been meant to be a message for his ears alone.

'Sweet hymns of joy, in grateful chorus raise we..., ' she sang as his heart seemed to crack open in bittersweet relief. 'Fall on your knees, O hear the angels voices...' Stephen wrapped his arms across his chest while he wept to remember the love and warmth that had been his in the little church and in every moment spent in his mother's company. How had he made himself ignore such a miraculous gift? Surely the joy of it far outweighed the sorrow. How foolish to have gone so long without allowing himself such comfort.

The carol now drew swiftly to it's close, and still his Hope sang sweetly, following the notes faithfully, unaware that she had reawakened a dormant part of his heart. 'O night,' she crooned, in happy harmony with those recorded singers, 'O night divine!' He swiped his tears away with both his palms, deciding he must tell her this part of his story. His reasons for divorcing Christmas from his life. And that he understood at last that every day of this beautiful season, she'd been patiently showing him that love was stronger than even grief...

[to be completed - once I finish the beginning as well!]

tagging: @aeterna-auroral-avenger @strangelock221b @stewardofningishzida @icytrickster17 @ben-locked @lorelei-lee @mousedetective @darsynia @bakerstreethound @hithertoundreamtof23 @rmoonstoner @mckiwi @doctorstrangeaskblog

[whatareyoureallyafraidof]

FUCK CANCER!

Dear Santa;

I know it's a bit late in the game (it being less than a week before Christmas and all), but I'd like to change my wish list. I asked for a handful of things that are sort of silly. But, what I really want -- NEED -- is a cure for cancer.

Not for myself, of course. I don't have the medical need. And, I'd never be able to figure out all that medical/science-y stuff. (Damn it Jim; I'm a sonneteer, not a doctor.)

But, if you could drop it off to someone at Sloan Kettering in New York City, I'd really appreciate it.

PS: This would square us for that whole never giving me a BB gun thing.

[callmebrycelee]

MY MAN CRUSH MONDAY IS...RUSSELL TOVEY

Russell George Tovey is a British actor best known for portraying George Sands in the comedy-drama TV series Being Human as well as Kevin Matheson in HBO’s Looking. Russell was born November 14, 1981 in Billericary, Essex, England. He is 40 years old and a Scorpio. Russell’s television roles include Spywatch, The Mrs Bradley Mysteries, Hope and Glory, Agatha Christie’s Point, Holy City, Silent Witness, The Bill, William and Mary, Gavin & Stacey, Doctor Who, Ashes to Ashes, Agatha Christie’s Marple, Doctor Who Confidential, Sherlock, Drunk History, Looking: The Movie, Quantico, The Flash, Legends of Tomorrow, Supergirl, and The Sister. His film credits include The Emperor’s New Clothes, The History Boys, Effie Gray. Muppets Most Wanted, Blackwood, Pride, Stick Man, The Lady int he Van, The Hippopotamus, The Good Liar, Hallelujah, and Night of the Lotus. Russell can currently be seen in the eleventh season of the FX horror anthology series American Horror Story where he is portraying Detective Patrick Read in NYC. Russell is 5 feet and 10 inches tall. 

[sharkwing]

(Praying that this won’t get flagged for copyright but there’s really no better way to show what I’m reacting to here)

Honestly I can’t even blame Doc for his outburst here. Who hasn’t wanted to throw a healthcare provider across the room for saying “maybe the pain is in your head?” He lost an arm, for god’s sake!

[bardengarde]

Jim may be in the 43rd NY regiment....I'll continue to do research

[nerds-yearbook]

In 1930, the time traveling alien known as the Doctor (Doctor 10) and his companion Martha arrived in New York City, America where they discovered the Cult of Skaro was attempting to make a Dalek/human hybrid. ("Daleks in Manhattan/Evolution of the Daleks", Doctor Who vlm 3, TV)

[domhnallgleesonhaven]

The Little Stranger New York premiere, 2018 🧡

[glompcat]

Fuck my life

In October of 2022 I made an appointment for a top surgery consult - my second consult appointment (after disliking the first doctor I spoke to). It was going to be in April of 2023.

However on February 7th last year I got a call that the doctor was on maternity leave and the next available time to reschedule to was February 7th 2024. I took it.

I just tested positive for Covid today, so I had to call the office to reschedule the appointment since obs I can not go there on Weds as that would def. still be in the window of time where I can't go into the office.

I am currently on hold waiting to learn when the new appointment will be and I am so fucking terrified I will be waiting another year to speak with this doctor.

Edited to add: lol they told me the reschedule will be for May 2025 fml

[loadingbraincells]

So I was in time square yesterday and I saw this:

Kid you not, I yelled OUT LOUD ‘holy shit it’s doctor who’ and my whole group gave me the FOULEST side eye