#children doctor

[yashodahealthcarehospital]

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[ayo-edebiri]

#Genderfluid icon

[sayruq]

[notyoujamie]

My children. My screams. I could not save you, little ones. Such pain. And yet, still, still I am not brave enough to die, to let go of this wretched life. I will endure, but no more babies. I cannot, will not, suffer such heartbreak again. From now on, it's me against the world.

[wide-eyedbrowns]

don't let the threat of aliens stop you from slaying a cinched waist

[olympain]

And it was his birthday, which was really lovely, so we embarrassed him, and we sang him Happy Birthday.

[enghanalulu]

I am afraid of foot amputation 😭😭😭

Before the war started, I had surgery on my leg. There was something called a fish eye. Unfortunately, the doctor will not be able to do it correctly, so it has grown more and more since the beginning of the war, and I will not be able to do it until now.😥😥

I can no longer walk and put pressure on my legs 💔😔

If you care about my situation, especially in light of this catastrophic situation and during the cursed war, I ask you to help me get out to safety when seeking refuge after opening the crossing and performing the surgical operation because there is no health equipment 😔😭😭

The situation is very disastrous.

Please help

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[itsatorchwoodthing]

happy death anniversary ianto jones, you’ve been dead for 15 slutty slutty years - you’re truly the only character ever, you shrine is still standing and you will always be remembered

[swith1]

Torchwood rules, it’s like “Hey kids, did you like the funny bisexual man from Doctor Who? How’d you like to see him have passionate gay sex with his secretary and also murder a child?”

[vroomvroomwee]

2005 vs 2023

[wibblyowzah]

Hello, just passing by because I got a bit lost.

[themastergifs]

The Timeless Children // Rogue

[ayo-edebiri]

#The Fourteenth Doctor is Here!

[schwirrymartz]

[reidsw1fe]

i have so many questions?? him tripping?? the waterbottle?? the brown paperbag?? the banana??

[ohmerricat]

missy says “the doctor kills people too, i just enjoy it more. he’s the farmer, i’m the hunter, you know” and that makes me think she’s intimately aware of the sacrificial lamb paradigm. the lord is my shepherd. companions as beautiful little foals raised for the slaughter. with sorrow, of course, and remorse. the farmer loves every new creature in their flock with an emotional tenderness reserved for children and lovers. he’ll grieve when the butcher comes. he always does. but it’s inevitable. and you can always pretend your pet will live as long as you but fifty dog years are ten of your own. and when the time comes to put them down you’ll blame the vet. you’ll blame whoever has to bleed the calf. you’ll try not to blame yourself. after all, creatures in the wild alone lead such boring, listless lives. you’re showing them the wonders of the cosmos they’d never have seen with their normalcy-blinkered gaze. you’re doing them a favour. you’ll adopt another one. it will thank you as the light leaves its eyes.

but the hunter is evil, you say. the hunter kills willfully, the hunter stalks its prey, the hunter attacks with no mercy. instantly. painlessly, maybe. is that really so much worse?

after all, many moons ago, with a bloodied rock in his hands and the spectre of Death breathing down his neck, the hunter’s future had become the farmer’s first sacrifice. many moons ago, cain was the farmer and abel the hunter. and cain killed abel