#doctors apps

[engravedlives]

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[claraoswalds]

Guests aren't permitted in the... linen cupboard. How about Pan-galactic Standards and Practices Officer? Health and Safety? Security and Hygiene? Resort Inspector?

DOCTOR WHO Orphan 55

[slavhew]

Assorted doodles across time

[natsmagi]

be sure to do your daily training if you can !!! 💪💪💪

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

the eyebrows. the 2008 fringe. the snout. that sharp, delicate little chin. the hand. the tiny peek of brown belt. i am simply enamoured

[nat-20s]

Martin Blackwood writing extremely mediocre poetry for himself and himself alone in his late 20s is like soooo endearingly cringey but then YOU try writing extremely mediocre poetry for yourself and yourself alone in your late 20s and it's like OH. OH GIRL I GET IT!

[houseofcucci]

can’t spell disconnecting from reality without disco. Let’s dance

[lightfromandromeda]

you want to type into google eighth doctor adventures books internet archive

[eyes-of-nine]

yeah I’d let Poet stab me or something idk

[fftzine]

Evening everyone!

Applications are finally open! They’ll be open from August 14th until August 19th. However, there is an extension if we don’t get enough applications, August 26th.

We’re accepting artists, writers, comic artists, and merch designers.

We hope to accept 30 people overall. Anyone will be considered as long as you have a portfolio! Good luck!

[garden-variety-jumo]

Anyway, as a fan of alien cultural differences, I like to think that the Doctor and the Master have very different approaches to socialising with humanity

Where the Doctor is like ((<- very proud of themself)) ""I have observed and perfected the habits and quirks of the humans, because they charm me and so I don't make them uncomfortable 💕💖""

Wheras the Master is more like ""if the humans get unsettled that's their problem. Unsettling humans is my right, and some could argue, cultural heritage""

[firstofficerkittycat]

what if we lived thru an incomprehensible war and we were both boygirls idk

song: I am the antichrist to you - kishi bashi

[p4nishers]

random hc but. crowley being a plague doctor in the 16th/17th century bc he's supposedly "tempting people into death" but he can never, ever bring himself to actually do that so he ends up soothing their pain as best as he can and comforting them in their last moments. one night, after he held a little girl's hand as she passed away, he sits down at the banks of the river thames, with his plague mask discarded on the dirt, and he starts out over the water with tears in his eyes, wondering what the fuck is actually the point? it's not the first time he's asked himself the question nor the first plague he witnessed but, here, now after personally witnessing hundreds of deaths every day, he really wonders what actually is the point of him? why does he exist and why should he keep existing. why does he get to live when so many others don't? how is that fair? how is any of it fair? that's how aziraphale finds him, as he just got back from an assignment somewhere or other and hears crowley is in town, so he discreetly looks for him and finds him there, sitting in the dirt, now with his head in his hands, his shoulders silently shaking and is obviously immediately worried but doesn't know how to comfort him or what's allowed so he just sits beside crowley and watches him try to pull himself together. aziraphale's heart breaks, he put what happened together from the mask and the robes and he obviously knows about the bubonic plague but was convinced it was hell's doing and couldn't have even imagined crowley was out there everyday, helping people under the guise of hurting them. is he surprised? no, of course not but it still hurts to see crowley like this. but he's afraid to cross their unspoken rules so he quietly waits crowley out. he watches the water and doesn't dare look at crowley as he lifts his head and takes a few shaky breaths in. after a few minutes of breathing, crowley croaks out "her name was mary" and nothing else, and aziraphale understands, god he understands. it's one of the things they never speak about after it happens but aziraphale can't forget the night he sat with crowley for hours, till the sun came up, as he cried about a death of one little girl. he holds it close to his chest and never, ever forgets.

[lesbiantrish]

[doctor-who-binge]

Couldn't find this in gif format so made it myself.

Rawring at Satan.

[nat-20s]

dating app but it's not for romance it's exclusively for people who will give me big ol heart eyes while I talk about Some Nerd Shit for hours at a time