#Doctor's Disorders

[undeath1245]

Spectra is a halfa?

Anybody else feel like that Spectra seems like a halfa? Not only from her second form, but also by name? I know this idea seems farfetched, but I can't shake this feeling that Spectra has so many traits similar to a halfa like Danny or Vlad.

Let's take her transformation in "My Brother's Keeper", for example. It kind of looks similar to Danny and Vlad's transformation into their ghost forms. Not to mention that the purple flames seem to ring around her. And there's also the part that when she got hit by the Fenton Peeler, her ghost form and her youth were stripped away, leaving her as this withered, old crone. I feel like that she could have been keeping her human half as young as possible when sucking up nearby misery.

Now, let's get to "Doctor's Disorders" when Spectra was building a new human form. She and Bertrand had infected the entire school board of Casper Junior High with a disease that grants them ghost powers or features so that she'll harvest their DNA to build herself a new, beautiful human body. She infected the entire school board so that she'll harvest their DNA to build herself a new human body. A new human body. Why build a new human body? It almost feels like she wants to create herself a new living vessel to transform herself as. You would think that she would create a new human form like her previous one on her own, but she wanted to create herself a new human body, not a human form.

There's also the part of her devil horns hairstyle being similar to Vlad Plasmius' hairstyle. Do you ever feel like that she might have had a previous connection to him? Let's say, a nurse while he was in the hospital after the infamous ghost portal accident? You think that she might have influenced him somehow? A little fuel for all you Misery's Delight shippers.

So, that's all I want to share, and I believe this is my first Danny Phantom theory post. I just want to talk about how similar Spectra was to Danny and Vlad in terms of ghost forms. Plus, I want to say that she's so underrated as a villain. I feel like if the show had gone differently, Spectra would have evolved into a major antagonist, probably even more vile than Vlad ever was. I wonder if there's a future Danny Phantom novel that will explore this.

[imekitty]

I actually can't believe that the writers had Jack say Jazz is his favorite child in front of his own son and then immediately hand him a used handkerchief like he's a garbage can lmao.

[plutoshaunted]

Why didn't he turn her the other way

[aitadjcrazytimes]

[the-worms-in-your-bones]

It’s disability pride month, you know what that means, you are now legally obligated to make all of your favorite characters disabled

[theygender]

So apparently the symptoms for chronic fatigue include loss of memory, reduced concentration, and fainting/lightheadedness when sitting/standing up?? Why didn't anyone tell me about this 😭

[duality-disability]

happy disability pride month to those with degenerative/progressive disabilites:

-Those who know what their disability is and why its getting worse

-Those whos disability hasnt been diagnosed yet but the symptoms and degenerative nature of their illness is still taking effect

-and those who have to watch their bodies steadily decline while their healthcare professionals refuse to treat them (for no fault of their own)

-to the ones who are told they are too young to have their body declining

-'too young' to be using their mobility aids, or seeing certain specialists, or who notice they're the youngest patients in certain clinics by years if not decades

You deserve to be seen, and heard, and supported; You deserve kindness and respect and to be taken seriously about your medical concerns and the nature of your disability/ies

having a degenerative disease can be really fucking scary, I wish that tomorrow is kinder than today was.

[awetistic-things]

this one scene set autistic people back thirty years

[pip-n-chips]

Thinking about Harper choking you out to test your lung function instead of using a stethoscope like a Normal Fucking Doctor

"The longer you last, the better your lungs!" <- Dr. Harper, Health Expert

(P.S. When you awaken once more, you may feel extra soreness in your nether region, but do not fret! This is all completely normal!) <- source: trust me bro

[magiccath]

Turtles All The Way Down

The Doctor x anxious!reader

Summary: In which the Doctor calms your anxiety (as best as he can)

A/N: yeah it’s a John Green reference what did you expect

Some days were worse than others. Sometimes it felt like the universe was crashing around you, making it impossible for you to feel anything but anxiety. On other days you hung at a stable baseline, the anxiety managable if not absent. Today wasn’t one of those days. 

You had felt your anxiety building all week, an eruption boiling deep in your chest. In an effort to keep it at bay, you hid away. Normally, you told the Doctor when you were feeling like this. He was good at distracting you from your anxieties, usually he just took you to the prettiest planet he could think of. But this time, you didn’t even tell the Doctor, though you knew you should have. Instead, you spent the whole day in your room, buried under the covers in a futile attempt to keep the rest of the world out. Admittedly, you knew that ignoring your problems wasn’t the solution, but it was a band-aid fix. You supposed it was better than nothing.

The Doctor noticed - it was rare that he didn’t notice when something was different. He loved you, of course, he noticed when you were in pain. It hurt him that you hurt. Even more, it hurt him that he didn’t know how to help you. If he could, he would take every single anxious thought from your head and shove them into his instead. 

When you didn’t come out of your room all day he knew something was seriously wrong. With a frustrated groan, he set down the alien technology he had been fiddling with, the strange metal landing on the console with a quiet thunk. Exasperated, he tugged his glasses off of his face, rubbing the bridge of his nose. It was hard to focus on anything else when he didn’t know what was going on with you. He knew that he wasn’t going to get anything productive done without knowing if you were ok. Silently, he sulked his way out of the control room and down the hall to your room. 

His feet took him to your room, the path well engrained in the back of his brain, he didn’t even have to think about it. The familiar wood of your door was closed and his chest tightened at the familiarity of the object. He never realized how often he saw it or how many times he had walked this same path to just see you. 

There was a small sign taped to the door, your name scrawled across it in your handwriting. A few stickers littered the surface next to it, his eyes darting between cartoonish fruits, a flamingo, and crude imitations of the planets in your Milky Way. He stared at the closed door for a second longer before finally knocking on it gently so as not to startle you. He waited for a full minute, but no response came from inside. 

“Love, I’m gonna come in,” he called out, giving you ample warning before opening the door. He felt guilting coming in without invitation, even though you had told him multiple times that you didn’t mind as long as he announced his entrance. 

His eyes darted around the room, looking for you in the familiar space. It took him a second to realize that the pile of blankets on the bed was you. His hearts melted when he saw you hiding, the only sign that you were there at all was the hardly discernible rise and fall of your breath under the blankets. He sat down next to you, gently rubbing his hand over your shoulder through the covers. 

“You doing ok?” he asked, even though he knew the answer. If you were ok, you wouldn’t have spent all day in bed like this. Part of him hoped it was a cold. He knew that humans were prone to silly viruses like that. A cold he knew how to fix, he could get rid of it in a day. 

“I’ve been better,” you admitted, your voice muffled from under the covers. The Doctor frowned to himself. He knew that your anxiety could get bad, but he’d never seen it like this. He felt helpless not knowing how to fix it. He could fix a cold, he could even fix the flu! But he couldn’t fix this, and that killed him. 

��Scale of 1 to 10,” he urged, rubbing your shoulder through the pile of blankets you were currently under. 

“9.6,” you murmured. The Doctor’s frown deepened. He was used to 4s and 5s - the lower levels that could be fixed with a hug and some sort of distracting adventure. This was a whole other thing and he wasn’t quite sure how to handle it. 

“Is there anything I can do?” he asked, still rubbing your shoulder, this thumb tracing circles. When you didn’t say anything he sighed, tugging at the blankets that covered you. “Will you please come out?” 

Reluctantly, you wiggled your face out from under your cocoon, looking up at him with tired eyes. 

“There we go,” he smiled lovingly down at you, brushing your hair away from your face, his fingers ghosting over your cheek.

“Now, will you tell me what’s wrong?” he murmured, resting his hand on the side of your face. He looked down at you with nothing but love, the sight melting your heart.

“There’s this story where a famous scientist is giving a lecture on astronomy to a large audience, and he’s describing how the Earth orbits the sun and the sun orbits the galaxy and so on and so forth.” The Doctor stays silent, letting you tell your story. 

“When he’s done a lady raises her hand and says ‘Professor, with all due respect what you’ve just told us is wrong. The truth is, the Earth rests on the back of a giant turtle.’ So the scientist asks her, ‘So, what is the turtle resting on.’ The woman replies, ‘It’s resting on the shell of another giant turtle, of course.’ And the scientist says, ‘And that turtle?’ And the woman exclaims ‘Don't you understand? It’s turtles all the way down.’ It’s infinite, it’s turtles all the way down,” you explain. 

“Well, the Earth isn’t resting on anything,” the Doctor corrects, clearly taking the story seriously. “There isn’t any gravity for it to rest on. There is no down or up. Plus, I'm not sure that turtles could survive in space.” 

“That’s not the point, Doctor.” 

“What is the point?” He asks, swiping his thumb back and forth across your cheek. “Turtles aren’t going to help me make you feel better.” 

“My thoughts are like that, no beginning, no end, no rationale. Just, turtles all the way down,” you sigh. It was incredibly easy to get stuck in your head, to fall down the endless stack of thoughts until you forgot where you started, or if you even started it in the first place. It was terrifying and debilitating. 

“I think your mind is beautiful,” the Doctor whispered, still gazing into your eyes with unbridled love. “You view the world in such an incredible way, it fascinates me. The way that you can draw lines between two seemingly unrelated things is brilliant. You, my love, are brilliant.” 

You shake your head slightly, “I don’t think so. I think I have an endless pile of very ugly turtles.” 

The Doctor chuckled; not at you, but at your words. He liked the way that you were referring to your anxious thoughts as turtles, the mere image brought a smile to his face. It was the same kind of strange creativity that made him love your mind in the first place. Only you would come up with something as silly as turtles to explain your feelings to him. 

“I like your turtles. I like all of them, even the ones you don’t,” he reassured with a soft smile, his thumb now brushing against your jawline. “I don’t like when they bring you pain, though.” 

“I don’t either.” 

A frustrated sigh escaped the Doctor’s lips, his hearts aching for you. Not knowing what else to do, he leaned his forehead against yours. You also let out a quiet sigh at the contact, your eyes fluttering shut as you basked in the affection behind his simple gesture. 

“There’s always another turtle for me to try and understand, another turtle for me to love. You think that your turtles make you less, but they make you more,” he whispered, his warm breath fanning across your face as he spoke. “You are infinite,” he smiled brightly, pulling back so he could look at you. “And I love you for it,” he whispered, his slender fingers brushing the curve of your cheekbones. 

“I don’t like when I get stuck like this,” your voice cracked and you hated the sound of it. You hated that you felt this way - trapped and hopeless. 

“I don’t either, love,” the Doctor reassured, still stroking your cheeks with the pad of this thumb. “Room for an old Time Lord under there?” he said, inclining his head towards your blanket fort. 

You nodded gently, lifting one side of your blanket pile up to grant him access. He quickly wiggled his way under with you, positioning the blankets so they were firmly over both of you. 

“Much better,” he murmured, pulling you fully into his embrace. His arms encircled their way around your waist, guiding your head to rest against his chest. The familiar sound of his twin heartbeats flooded your senses, the sound steady and calming. 

“We’ll just sit here until the turtles decide to sod off,” he whispered, resting his chin on the top of your head. His thumb continued to brush back and forth, this time on the small of your back. 

You figured he’d grow restless after a few hours. It wasn’t like the Doctor to sit and do anything for long, he didn’t have the kind of attention span for that. Admittedly, the Doctor did grow a bit restless. He knew you needed him though, and that was more than enough to keep him rooted. To fend off the restlessness he occupied his brain by coming up with lists; all of the planets he hadn’t taken you to yet, every species of dog in English alphabetical order, each bone in the pterodactyl skeletal system, and many more. 

But, he stayed true to his promise and held you closely until your mind calmed down, the gentle love of his embrace and the thudding of his hearts doing wonders for your anxious mind. 

[daily-dose-of-danno]

Season 2, Episode 2 - Doctor’s Disorders

[enbywerewolf]

Originally posted April 18-22, 2022

The first comic is literally what a doctor said to me. The rest is paraphrased.

[autismcultureis]

Autism culture is wanting instructions for what to do when you walk in to a new place

I've never been to Chipotle what would I do in there??? Where do I go?? who do I talk to????

this!!

[adhdandcomics]

getting my wiggles out

[tommarvoloriddlesdiary]

Ron, pointing vaguely over his shoulder: Hey, Harry. Someone was asking for you or something-

Harry: Tell them I’m dead.

Ron: Uh…alright?

The Next Day

Hermione, unfolding the Prophet: Oh my god. Harry, why is your obituary taking up the full front page?!

Harry: My what??

Hermione: And why on Earth was it co-written by Tom Riddle?!

Ron, spoonful of eggs half way to his mouth: Uhh, well. You see, Riddle told me he wanted to talk to Harry, and I told Harry that he wanted to chat, and Harry told me to go tell the asshole that he died.

Ron: And I made sure to really sell it, too. You’re welcome, mate.

Harry, nearly brought to tears - from laughter or tremendous gratitude, no one is sure: Ron. You are a good friend. A great friend. My very best friend.

Later That Day

Tom, lounging on a chaise with his hand on his forehead: And I swear I thought I saw him walking to potions…his beauty haunts me even now…

Draco, nodding and taking notes: It’s the PTSD, my lord.

[antlerkitty]

My doctor:

“You have hypermobility and unstable joints causing chronic pain. You also have mild skin hyperextendabiliy. In the past I would’ve tested you for EDS but we’re just going to skip that and go to PT.”

“I know your heart rate rises way more than it should when you stand, walking up stairs is hard, and you have blood pooling, but we’re not going to test for POTS or orthostatic hypotension since it could just be dehydration. (Even though you say you drink a lot of water and need large amounts of salt to function)”

“I know you need a cane, and I fully support that, but I’m not going to try and figure out why you need it at such a young age.”

“This may all be because you’re female.”

“I think your chronic and very painful GI issues that make you feel like your intestines are on fire are actually just stress.”