#doctor jules

[syadworld]

Hi everyone! There are new prints in different sizes on my Etsy Shop! Check them all here ❤️

[zvdvdlvr]

from the club

Derek’s wolf whistle made you roll your eyes and try to slip into your seat without drawing too much attention. “Damn, mama,” he sang teasingly, eyeing you up and down.

“Derek Morgan! I ought to-“

“Whoa!”

You glared at Spencer, trying to ifnore the way his eyes trailed over your cleavage. “It’s like you guys have never even been in the presence of a female before,” you snark sarcastically. Secretly, though, you feel complimented that such aesthetically pleasing people thought you looked good.

Emily, Jennifer, Penelope, and Rossi were later than Hotch surprisingly. Aaron strode in next, laying a stack of files on the table. He sat down at his regular spot and turned to make conversation until the other arrived when he turned and saw you. His lips drew thinly over his face as he watched you reach over the table to grab a file. He swallowed and averted his eyes from you when you sat back in your seat. Hotch felt like a pervert and averted his mind to the more pressing matter. Dead bodies, knives, murder, he repeated to himself- trying to draw blood away from his crotch.

J.J., Penelope, and Emily arrived next. “Coffee for you all, my precious gems!” Penny sang, placing the team’s favorite brews in front of them. After she placed yours down her eyes gleamed and she raised her eyebrows. “Did you call-“

“Penelope!” You hollered, turning away from the red-head with a laugh. 

She just giggled and wiggled her eyebrows. As Emily took her place beside you, she leaned in to whisper in your ear, “I’m no better than the men here, y/n. You look hot.” 

You swatted her away and waited for J.J. to start the briefing. Emily snickered beside you.

There was really nothing professional about being called into work wearing low-rise jeans and a lacey tank top. But it wasn’t your fault- some of your college friends had stopped in the city and wanted to go to the club and wouldn’t take no as an answer.

Rossi showed up right before Hotch said his favorite phrase (read: “wheels up in 30”). You collected your file and started out of the room.

“Good lo- y/n!”

You whipped around to see Penelope rushinf towards you. “Wh-What?”

“You’ve surprised me more times today than I thought possible, darling girl. Turn around! I didn’t know you had ink!” 

You breathed out a sigh of relief and tried to ignore the feeling of her cold fingers tracing over the black ink just above your jeans. “I have some on the mid back too,” you said quietly.

“Impressive,” Rossi- of all people- hummed. “One of my ex wives roped me into getting a matching tattoo with her. The pain was somethinf else and the aftercare was hell. Rookie, here has a high pain tolerance.” He patted your practically bare shoulder and walked by without another word.

Emily purred lowly as she walked by, laughing at the way you flipped her off in return.

“You know, Jeffery Dahmer didn’t consume people that had tattoos… He said that the ‘tattoos made the meat taste like… shit’,” Reid spouted.

The way Spencer paused before saying shit was endearing. Maybe it was your attraction to nerds, but you felt particularly flattered at the weight of his gaze on you. “That’s interesting, Spencer,” you replied quietly. “Did you know the oldest recorded tattoo ink recipe required insect eggs?”

Spencer just hummed.

“I- uh,” Aaron cleared his throat. You stepped back from Penelope’s hands. “I imagine you have more professional attire?”

Your cheeks flushed. “Yes, Hotch. I’m really sorry, my friends convinced me to go out with them, you know, and I-“

Hotch chuckled and held his hands up. “It’s okay, y/n. What you do on your own time is your business,” he said.

You wrung your hands. “Thanks, Hotch.”

“No problem, y/n.” Hotch started to walk away and you felt Derek’s arm wrap around your shoulder. “Nice ink,” he called back to you. 

“I’ll see you on the plane, y/n,” Spencer told you with a wave. You smiled back at him and watched him run a hand through his hair as he walked away.

“Lover boy’s gotta thing for you, y/n,” Derek told you, a shit eating grin on his face. “And Hotch too, if I took a guess. I think you made the old man pop a bo-“

“Derek Morgan!”

You shoved him off of you and tried to ignore his gleeful laughter.

[pinchan]

september fortnite dump ^_^

[a-wild-rat-man]

COMMISSIONS

I just moved out and now very desperate for money so I’m opening emergency commissions. If you’re interested just dm me.

Sketch

-head: £5

-half: £7

-Full: £10

+£5 per extra person

Flats

-Head: £10

-half: £15

-Full: £20

+£10 per extra person

Shaded

-Head: £20

-Half: £25

-Full: £30

+£20 per extra person

+£30 for detailed background

Painting

-£60 base rate

Will draw: Humans, Furries, light gore

Won’t draw: Heavy gore, Mecha, kink art

[reidiot]

people expect me to be normal about him?? delusions.

[a-star-that-fell]

i feel like i’m turning back into my 13 year old self man

[quarks-pussy]

So I know we here at Startrekfandom love that "came back wrong but from the pov of the wrong" thing and apply it to many different characters and canon situations and I am far from trying to complain about it (I'm "came out wrong" trope myself so I was always gonna obsess over it) but having recently watched a very important episode (you'll know which one) for the first time I think there's a character who hits both tropes mentioned but llike, intertwined, opposite and subverted, and whom I wanna talk about.

Julian Bashir.

From his parents' pov he's "came out wrong but we got him help and he came back better" while from his own pov it's "came out 'insufficient', was destroyed for it, came back wrong and only later slowly came to terms with his new self tho never the process (justifiably so)" and it's heartbreaking because in a way, he's right! Jules Bashir died! His parents had an intellectually disabled child and decided to eugenics him! Julian is not the person he used to be and while I do love the person he is now, that doesn't bring back who he was! Part of me wishes we could've gotten to see Jules at least once and part of me hopes we never do because my heart would shatter.

This isn't a good comparison but nonetheless one I can't help drawing: it's giving similar vibes to anti-vaxxers. "I'd rather risk having a child who is dead than one who's autistic". Obviously this doesn't map over since Julian is still autistic and the procedure his parents subjected him to specifically targeted his intellectual disability and if any folks with id wanna comment on this I definitely recommend you listen to them over me, but it's a similarity I, as an autistic who has encountered anti-vaxxers again and again, can't help but point out. "Give me a normal child or give them death."

This may have been written about already but there needs to be stories about teenage Julian (after finding out and rediscovering who he was) practicing some good ol' recognition of the self through media. I need to hear about how he would encounter a story about someone who came back wrong (I'm gonna assume there's plenty of "wrong" pov stories floating around by the 24th century) and absolutely weep. I need to see Julian mourning Jules, taking years and years to process his feelings, experiencing guilt about how he, the imposter, didn't deserve to live Jules' life.

Came back wrong from the returned's pov but it wasn't an accident. It was done to you deliberately by the people who claim to love you. And now you are here, piloting the corpse of your predecessor.

Jules Bashir is dead. Long live Julian Bashir.

[moonchildsfae]

i got an A on my exam about the victorian era so i’d like to formally thank all irish people (but specifically oscar wilde and yeats), david tennant as alec hardy, david tennant as phileas fogg, david tennant as the ghost of christmas present, and the doctor who episode “tooth and claw” staring david tennant as the doctor and billie piper as rose tyler

[northernexposureonly]

NORTHERN EXPOSURE

3.10 Jules Et Joel

[lighthousepigeons]

Jules: Surgery is just stabbing someone to life.

Josh: Please never become a surgeon.

[imgonzoingrightnow]

Last first day of school YOU INOW WHAT THAT MEANS!!!! doodles :)

Look at the sillies fun!!!

[syadworld]

Working on new content. Stay tuned! ❤️❤️

[zvdvdlvr]

meet the team + Spencer Reid

     Spencer had put off introductions for a while. It would be accurate to assume that he was anxious- for fear of his coworkers potentially scaring you away and for fear that you would finally realize better bachelors/bachelorettes were out there. Most of all, he was worried that confirming your relationship to the BAU would drive the two of you apart just like it had done for Hotch, Rossi, and Gideon.

     But you were excited to meet the team, and they were equally (if not more) excited to meet you. Derek was skeptical but overally looking forward to meeting the person Spencer had been gushing about for the past seven months.

     Spencer hadn’t shown any pictures of you to the team, instead keeping the element of surprise on your side. He had assured them that whatever expectations they had were probably wrong.

     The two of you were set to have dinner at the Mexican joint uptown around 6. Spencer had told the team that you would be coming right after work, so you wouldn’t have time to change into fancier attire.

     When the team all filed into their cars and slid into the booths of the restaurant, Spencer’s eyes consistently flitted to the door. He was beyond ready to see you and get the long-awaited introductions over with. And to eat.

     “Does she wear Mary Janes?” Penelope asked. “Is she a… librarian? She probably had glasses like you.”

     Derek laughs. “Yeah, she’s definitely a female version of Spencer.”

     Spencer looks over at Derek with a glare that the latter only shrugs off.

     “Enough,” JJ cuts in. “You guys aren’t three.”

     “What color do you think her glasses are?” Emily asks Penelope. “Purple, probably, to match Spencer’s vest.”

     Penelope gasps loudly. “Oh! You’re right!”

     Imagine the BAU’s surprise when Spencer’s face relaxes and he stands up when a woman with a stained light grey shirt walks in. The only other thing the team can see is your hair: pulled into two tight braidsSpencer practically floats over to greet you, smiling impossibly wide as you look over to him.

     Rossi chuckles at the open-mouthed Emily, Penelope, and Derek. JJ and Hotch both shake their heads. When you both approach, the team can see that your tan pants are stained with grease and paint. Your boots are covered with grime, but your face is bright as you greet them all with a smile.

     “Hi! I’m y/n,” you say as Spencer lets you slide into the seat beside him. “Sorry for the mess. I’ve been crazy busy lately and didn’t have time to run home.”

     Penelope physically shooes away your apology. “Nonesense! I love your hair! Do you do it yourself?”

     Spencer exhales when you slyly link your fingers with his. The worst part is over, and you’re being accepted by the team. Perfect.

     “Thank you!” You say excitedly. “I usually do it myself, but Spencer sometimes does it if I’m super busy. He’s really good at braiding, honestly.”

     ‘Aww’s are heard from everyone and Spencer’s face turns red. “Thanks, y/n.”

     “You’re welcome, darlin’,” you answered with a smile.

[willowfernn]

I made a doctor who oc

this was funnier in my head

(If you can’t read it, the text says: “Whoops, well, I guess it’s time for… …emergency everything surgery!”)

[timeladix]

hehe i watched the new dw episode and thoughts led to a little poem (under the cut)

22. am I too far gone? /death by phantasm (English version)

An inability to be

Present

In the present.

The real triggers sickness

The realisation comes with the price of comfort

And every attempt at dissociation

Is futile.

The real is here

You can’t pretend it doesn’t exist any longer.

It hurts. A numb kind of pain.

Perception hurts, not doing anything hurts, ignorance hurts, the need to run

Hurts.

You feel everything. Every sensation

Amplified. Every movement requires

Effort. Hypervigilant and always ready

Having no idea what to expect.

Withdrawal, a fitting word for this feeling.

Addiction is not a state of being

Neither a call for help.

It’s a flee. A continuous flee.

And you reach a point where you don’t even know

What kind of danger made you want to run in the first place.

Safety is relative. Pain always exists. How can you distort reality so much, to the point where it all suddenly becomes

Acceptable?

I’m loosing myself to unreality and that scares me even more

Than the danger in itself.

I’m afraid that when i’ll die

I’ll do it with a smile on my face

And i’ll turn my head away.

I do not see, i do not hear anything, danger can’t reach me

I’m untouchable.

Denial hurts too, it comes with a cost:

Being alive

It comes with a cost

Not living, only slightly existing

It comes with a cost.

But in a world where happiness depends on currency

What price are you willing to pay?

How far are you willing to go

To feel OK?

I do not see, i do not hear anything, hurt can’t damage me

I’m indestructible.

[who-canceled-roger-rabbit]

Lately I've been considering a spin on morally dubious women from Greek epics, where Medea plays a role akin to Captain Nemo (foreign political exile with a grudge against the political Powers That Be and incredible expertise in sciences no mere mortal can begin to fathom) while Circe is more Dr. Moreau (sadistic researcher who experiments with castaways on her island)

@tabby-shieldmaiden, @headspace-hotel, @loki-zen: the post about expanding roles for female characters, as promised