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Young Theta Sigma hearing non diegetic music and thinking huh this would go HARD on a perigosto stick

shoutout to these stupid fucking promo pictures from tennant's doctor who cause they wanted cool action shots but the doctor never has any weapons so he's just stanced up like this all the time like he's about to grab ya

there's something about the fourth and seven doctors. perceived as the most alien, the most mysterious, on some level distant from other, more human incarnations... and yet i don't really see it. perhaps it's the antics that connect them. this is a philosopher with the soul of a clown, a byronic hero operating off cartoon logic. a mystery with a heart of gold. this is the doctor at his most fall-flat-on-my-face, the doctor at his most whimsical and silly. and yet he's witty. he's kind. it's not a kindness that often shows, but it's a kindness that undergirds everything he thinks and does. he's not very good at being bad! he can do convoluted plans all he likes, but they fall apart the moment his friends are in danger. he could destroy the daleks for good. in fact, he would. but there's always a spanner in the works. this is the doctor at his most middle aged. i love it.

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all that said, the circumstances of regeneration shape an incarnation and romana ii was born out of suicide (self-sacrifice, if gallifrey is to be believed). so. you know. lives shaped by suicide inevitably driven by and towards that act is it any wonder she's messed up if her first incarnation viewed suicide as a game and the second spent twenty years waiting to die

dr. who is trying to open a door. alas; it will not open! but he hides the key and pretends it fits the lock and tells the keyhole very sternly that it matches the key and bam! the door flies open, whacking him in the face and breaking his nose. bloody academy party tricks

if i was like an average guy on galifrey and every day i put on my stupid little hat and my scholars robes and got on the Time bus to go to my minimum wage particle accelerator engineering job and i got the telepathic presidential alert that doctor frankenberry and count chocula were once again contesting the fate of our planet to drag out their divorce proceeding. probably i would also be a little high strung

i don't think the tardis has any kind of in-built dematerialisation mechanism for dangerous situations. i think she just has the philosophy of if it sucks hit da bricks and is so so scared all the time. so she leaves <3

i really enjoy reading the doctor as an experiment in queer masculinity. he very often appears to be conventionally masculine on first appearances - but so often he subverts that. he can be violent, but he's against killing; he strives for peace, and remains a hero. he espouses kindness, compassion, acceptance - he's a scientist, not a military man. he keeps an open mind, and encourages understanding, even for that which most people think of as disgusting. he sees a dying insect, monstrous to human eyes, lethal to human bodies, and considers it beautiful. he dresses in a traditionally masculine manner, and yet his clothes are almost always a strange mix of styles, or several decades out of date. he's deeply rooted in victorian/edwardian fashion, which often just has the effect of turning him into a gay magician. he's often a towering, six-foot-plus, deep-voiced Authority Figure, and yet he is so gentle. sometimes he's queer in that he loves men, and kisses men, as someone adjacent to masculinity (true of practically all of his incarnations from eight onwards); sometimes he's queer in that he loves everyone, regardless of gender; sometimes he's queer in that he doesn't love anyone, and is an aromantic or asexual figure; sometimes he's queer in that he's detached from human or time lord understandings of gender; sometimes he's queer as in queer, as in weird. he's flamboyant. he's eccentric. he's your gay uncle. he can regenerate into bodies which humans are quick to identify as female, but throughout it all he seems to carry some vague inner sense of identifying with masculinity, but rejecting it in its conventional form. the doctor is queer, yes, capable of expressing himself in a whole array of ways, but more than that, he's queer and masculine. and i love that.