#love doctor julie

[soviet-siscon]

I'm utilizing your askbox like an advice column. My sister and I live together for college reasons, and are dating for pervert reasons which is a secret from our parents. Parents are getting divorced, and our mom has expressed that she wishes she stuck with dating girls when she was in high school, and it's a shame there aren't many options her age. Sister and I are in agreement that it'd be nice but do you think we could manage to tell her abt us and ask if she wants to be a part of it??

ok so first of all pinkie promise me you mean your actual sister because if so then you're a fucking real one and I love you.

now anyway, the issue here is that i have an inherent conflict of interest. because realistically i would say "unfortunately that is probably a bad idea. if you were to do anything I'd really really try and ease into it because it's a very tricky situation".

and no matter how much i desperately want to hear how that goes (and i do desperately desperately want to, and also hear about how things started with your sister so please tell me that) there's tragically a real world and social taboo to consider and all that and it's a situation that could go wrong (though obviously i don't know what your relationship is like with her)

but you see unfortunately instead of that I'm going to say my catchphrase at this point which is:

anon you should fuck your mum

[mizgnomer]

Behind the Scenes of The 60th Anniversary Specials - Part Two

Excerpts from Russell T. Davies' article in DWM 579:

Hello, faithful readers. I must say, I thought I knew the size, scale, and madness of Doctor Who publicity, but when the announcement of David Tennant and Catherine Tate's return actually made BBC One News - on yer proper terrestrial TV - even I went, "Blimey!" An awful lot of planning went into that press release, timing it with Ncuti's announcement too. The idea goes way back, to Christmas 2020. And then a million emails and setbacks and schedules - not to mention the script! All ending with that photoshoot, the one you can see here, in Studio 1 of Bad Wolf in Cardiff on Tuesday 3 May. Given the pandemic, plus added secrecy, that day was the first time Jane Tranter, Julie Gardner, Phil Collinson and I had actually seen our friends David and Catherine in person! Much hugging and hooting. And that was just Day One!

The 60th Anniversary Specials each have their own tag, but the #whoBts60th tag is for general photos and behind the scenes information that span multiple episodes.  The full episode list is [ here ]

[wangxianficrecs]

Bloom for you by wngxnic

Bloom for you

by wngxnic

M, 19k, Wangxian

Summary: “How long?” Wei Wuxian asks, controlling the urge to cough up another set of flowers. “We can get rid of—” “How long do I have, Wen Qing?” He asks again, his throat clogging with the petals that are threatening to spill. “3 weeks” Love is a kaleidoscope of emotions. It brings hope, joy, pain, and sometimes it drives you to a slow, painful death until you bleed dry and cough flowers for the one you love or a fic where wei wuxian has the hanahaki disease Kay's comments: That good-old Wangxian Hanahaki angst - always great! Really enjoyed this one and it hit so good with Wei Wuxian suffering from the sickness during the Burial Mounds Settlement days. Though it's a happy ending on the Hanahaki front, the fic itself is more hopeful/open ended, though the author has promised making a series out of this to explore how this effects the plot. Excerpt: "A petal..?" His shaky hands grab the petal, gently cleaning the blood off using his dark robe, and he inspects again. Yes, it's indeed a petal. He wonders if he ate something that had flowers or petals in it, and perhaps it went into the wrong pipe. That would explain the petal and the coughing, not the blood, but then again, Wei Wuxian had been coughing blood every time he pushed himself to overuse the dark art. The lack of a core makes his body unstable, and he can only exert himself to a certain limit until it gives up. As Wei Wuxian puts more thought into it, he realises that he hasn't eaten anything in the past 24 hours, and he did plan to put some food into his body until Lan Wangji rudely walks up to him and- Lan Wangji. Stupid, stupid Lan Wangji, with his ever-present pious appearance and jade-like face that always does something funny to his insides. His mind continues to play the pointed glare that the other man threw at him before he walked out, and Wei Wuxian senses his chest squeezing tightly again. His mind won't stop replaying the scene, and suddenly, he can not breathe.

pov wei wuxian, canon divergence, hanahaki disease, wei wuxian has hanahaki disease, sick wei wuxian, not actually unrequited love, mutual pining, misunderstandings, miscommunication, emotional hurt/comfort, blood and injury, pov wen qing, pov lan wangji, cultivation sect politics, burial mounds settlement days, doctor/patient, hopeful ending

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(Please REBLOG as a signal boost for this hard-working author if you like – or think others might like – this story.)

[doctorsiren]

Okay chat here’s my Spotify wrapped

I find it funny that two of my top artists are The Same Artist

620 out of 621 of those streams for Stuck Inside happened in a single week, which was right before they stopped tracking for wrapped

[tastetherainbow180]

Let's go lesbians let's go🌈

I'm very excited. Can't wait to get these pre ordered and have them next year in July😍

I have never heard a full big finish story or had a physical or download copy as well but very excited to get them. And put them in my 13th doctor collection😁

12 episodes 60mins of 🏳️‍🌈

July 2025 is going to be brilliant🌈

[aerithisms]

lately i have been thinking about code name verity once again. what if we met on a world war 2 airfield and our friendship was forged in the fire of bombs and blood and death you invited me into your world in a whimsical scottish castle and i invited you into my world in the sky and you were an interrogator and you were almost chocked to death by a prisoner and i held you while you cried and in those fleeting moments in each other's arms everything was beautiful in spite of the horrors but then we crash landed in france and you got captured by the nazis and you thought i was dead and you told the story of our friendship to keep me alive in your head while you committed one final act of heroic self sacrifice and then you asked me to kill you via homoerotic code so you didn't have to get tortured to death and after i shot you the story you wrote about us was the only thing keeping you alive to me. and we were both girls.

[jencsi]

Finlay Friday

[kickbutts-singsongs]

Was anybody gonna tell me that there is an actual television production company called Bad Wolf — that was founded by two women that worked at the BBC and helped work on the 2005 relaunch of Doctor Who then branched off and named their company after the Bad Wolf storyline — and they’ve now been helping to produce Doctor Who since 2023

…or did I just have to do a double take at the end credits of the last episode and go down this rabbit hole myself?

[popcorn-plots]

fireworks

Stephen hated fireworks.

They were loud, they were dangerous, they were set off all night long during New Years and the Fourth, and they sounded a little too much like the popping of tires when his car crashed. They were bright, and firework shows meant people. Lots of people. As a doctor, Stephen loved being in the throng of crowds, loved being a part of something big, somewhere were there was a chance he could be recognized. As a sorcerer, Stephen was nearly the opposite.

Most events with fireworks involved had him retreating to his room or Kamar-Taj, where he'd read a book or watch a shitty medical drama until he fell asleep. There, the fireworks never bothered him.

Wong told him one year that he watched the fireworks on the roof of the Sanctum. This year, the fireworks were just under 3 miles away from the Sanctum, lit from barges on the Hudson River.

Stephen had planned to stay inside, again, and try and force away memories of firework shows as a kid and his crash with a movie. He was thinking about a documentary on Alan Turing or My Beautiful Broken Brain. Then, Wong asked him if he wanted to watch the fireworks with him.

Stephen froze. Wong had never asked him before. He swallowed. "Why?"

"You're always busy. Tonight you're not. Come watch the fireworks with me."

Stephen really didn't want to. He really didn't, but somehow, he found himself saying yes. His heart even did a traitorous leap at the way Wong flashed Stephen a rare smile and walked away.

He pushed the feeling down. Forced his heart to slow down, forced the blood from his face. He had been developing a slight crush on the librarian, but fireworks meant nothing. Right? Besides, Wong could never like him back.

Four hours later, Wong approached him again with a cheeseburger of all things. Stephen raised an eyebrow and Wong sighed. "Daniel was insistent on celebrating the fourth of July, even at Kamar-Taj. He liked to drag me all across the United States to watch various firework shows every year. The only American tradition I uphold is the fourth, and even then, I simply make hamburgers -- your fast food is extrodinarily unhealthy, not to mention covered in grease and made of nothing but fat -- and watch the fireworks. I made one for you."

"..thank you." Stephen hesitantly took the burger and bit into it when his grip was secure. Stephen nearly moaned, it was the best hamburger he had ever tasted in his life. "Oh, my god. What's your secret?"

"No grease." Wong deadpanned. "Fireworks start in an hour."

Stephen nodded and took another bite.

50 minutes later, Stephen opened the door to the Sanctum roof. It was dark -- or at least as dark as the city that never sleeps can be-- and.... quiet. Nearly dead silent, aside from the regular, somehow calming sounds of the city, muffled from the roof of the building.

Wong was standing near the rooftop garden. "The view is better on top of the door."

Stephen looked up and the Cloak lifted him up to that part of the roof where a platform and two chairs had been set up. Stephen thanked the Cloak and sat down, watching Wong jump up effortlessly. When Wong sat down, the Cloak unfurled itself from Stephen's shoulders and settled itself over both of them like a blanket. Stephen laughed.

"It is a bit cold, isn't it?"

Wong shrugged. "My robes are very warm. Enchanted for the Himalayan climate, remember?"

Stephen huffed a laugh. "Yes, yes. My sweater is comfier, though."

"Still cold." The Cloak defiantly left Wong's lap and instead wrapped itself fully around Stephen who was, admittedly, cold in his worn jeans and old Columbia sweatshirt. Wong snorted and summoned a tray with their beloved teapot and two mugs. He poured the water and handed Stephen a mug -- only filled two thirds of the way. It was Stephen's favorite blend and, upon taking a sip, brewed to perfection.

A moment later, the fireworks started. Stephen almost dropped his mug when there was no sound at all. Not even a muffled bang, not even an echo. Nothing. Just light. Another firework -- a spray of sparks and nothing but color.

Stephen stared at the fireworks. They were gorgeous and there were no people. No emergency surgery, no danger, no flashbacks, and no sound.

Along side a gold coconut firework, the horizon lit up with the gold of Wong's magic. Stephen blinked and realized it was a dome over the Sanctum, bathing the roof in a warm glow.

Stephen tore his gaze away from the intricate lines and looked at Wong. The dome faded into the background, invisible once more. Wong nodded at the fireworks. "I get overwhelmed, too."

Stephen laughed in disbelief turning back to the fireworks. Another bloomed, then shattered. One after the other in a stunning show. There was no sound at all. It was magical.

For a moment, Stephen thought that Wong liked him back.

[asclexe]

hhey guys. i think i mayy be experiencing a hyperfixation 4 the first time. not sure. sorry

[nat-20s]

LOVE listening to commentary on the Donna episodes with Julie Gardner because she is the #1 member of Donna Nation

[soviet-siscon]

how do i tell my sister id like to have intimate and cuddly sex with her. (dyke style) without um . ruining our relationship if she says no. wuehh ;-;

send her a screenshot of this ask.

serious answer, you have to contend with the fact that even in a regular relationship there is literally no way to make your desires about someone known to them without *potentially* ruining your relationship with them. that's sorta just a fact of life.

you get stuck in that "but what if she says no and hates me?" period but in this case with the added malus of *gestures broadly at society and taboo and so forth*.

you can spend years weighing up your options and whether it'd be ok to ask, but you should probably know the answer is almost always going to be "probably not".

maybe just try building up a tender sibling relationship with her and get to the point you can cuddle and stuff (keep in mind this means she can say "ew no" to like regular sibling affection without making things actually for real weird) and then go from there.

that is my best advice, i know this was more of a vent than an actual ask for help but too bad lol.

[guesswhosaninja]

do you ever hear the phrase "I was so scared of wasting a day that I nearly wasted my life" and have it haunt you for a month

there are so many times I've felt like I simply lost years, and you'll finally do something and realize you spent six months saying "I should do that soon" without doing anything or "I should get back to that" each day for months on end

[movies-tv-more]

TV Show & Movie Collection Releases for July 9, 2024

[writer-at-the-table]

That was fun, but I wish they hadn't made Rogue quite so reminiscent of Jack Harkness

[nthflower]

I love followers of apocalypse. Followers of apocalypse are my new best friends.