C’rizz is there too, really.
Pronounced "ska-lya." A little curated space for my interests. Currently 90% reblogs and 10% pointless text posts; fannish content includes Spider-Man (616), Doctor Who (new, bit of Big Finish/EDAs/classic), and various other things.
I also run @#$% Yeah, Spider-Wife!, a Mary Jane Watson tumblog. [on hiatus]
I tag for common triggers, but don't hesitate to ask if you need something added.
Icon credit: made by me using art by Andie Tong.
Ramsay the Vortisaur, Eight and Charley, drawn and colored in the train today.
For some reason, I picture Charley with slightly steampunk clothes in most of the audios. Don’t exactly know why. They are looking at the Cimmerian system from Embrace the Darkness, by the way.
I have only received two prompts for the 300 followers celebration, I’ll try to draw them tomorrow.
‘Yes yes yes,’ said the Doctor, jumping to his feet and rubbing his brow. ‘All very persuasive, if it wasn’t entirely impossible. I’m very much afraid we’ll have to go and see that city for ourselves.’
‘What, join the expedition?’ asked Fitz, visions of the great explorers he read about as a boy flitting through his mind. Scott, Amundsen, Howberry and now Kreiner.
‘No no no,’ replied the Doctor, eyes burning with a perplexing excitement. ‘That would be boring, and require the wearing of mittens. No, better to go back to when the place was inhabited. We’ll just pop in for tea and currant buns.’"
The Taking of Planet 5, Simon Bucher-Jones and Mark Clapham.
Inspired by the Big Finish audio drama “Scherzo” featuring the Eighth Doctor and Charley, the companion for whom he would sacrifice both life and sanity.
This kiss is not at all what you think…
“Scherzo” is a chilling exploration of sensory deprivation and emotional overload. Not one of my top favorite episodes, but certainly one of the most memorable, in which the Doctor is at his most cruel and most desperately honest and even vulnerable. It is also, while seriously disturbing, a beautiful and intensely haunting experience. It affected me so much it warranted its own painting.
"But where were my friends and relations? No father had watched my infant days, no mother had blessed me with smiles and caresses; or if they had, all my past life was now a blot, a blind vacancy in which I distinguished nothing. From my earliest remembrance I had been as I then was in height and proportion. I had never yet seen a being resembling me or who claimed any intercourse with me. What was I? The question again recurred, to be answered only with groans." — Mary Shelley, Frankenstein
And then the Eighth Doctor ended up travelling with Mary…
’Cause being half-and-half makes you lesser, you know. You can’t just be happy living that way. Even on Star Trek, you gotta fight to keep one side or the other under control.
(Usually the alien side, too, ’cause it’s the human one that makes you better.) You ask a guy who’s half-Chinese how he keeps his inscrutability under control, see how fast he decks you.
People can’t figure out how having a mixed background could be anything but a defining trauma – either you’re angsty, or you’re a slavering hybrid mutant on The X-Files. They figure that’s the natural order – the price you gotta pay for blurring the racial boundaries.
But for me, in my real life, it’s no biggie. Even though every seven years I gotta eat a burrito or die."
Eldin Sanchez, now my new favorite one-off Doctor Who character. This has always been my frustration with “half this, half that” characters in speculative fiction. My background enriches my life; it doesn’t circumscribe it.
From Unnatural History, by Jonathan Blum and Kate Orman.
"I’d trust him with my life," said [General] Kramer. "But he never invited me over for dinner, you know what I mean? We just saved the world and got on with it." She turned the knob, found the door was unlocked, and stepped inside. "And I don’t think either of us was pushing to be any closer friends than that."
"Adrienne!" The Doctor bounded into the foyer with a huge smile on his face, and before Kramer was even through the door he had grasped her hand in both of his. He shook it enthusiastically as she stood there with her mouth working up and down in confusion. "It’s been absolutely ages. So how’s everything back in Washington? How are George and the little ones? Not that they’re little any more, not by this point in time. Be sure to tell young Adam I said hello. I saw him at his university last year. Good job on handling that Brieri scouting party, by the way. Well, come on into the kitchen, there’s pancakes and toast and eggs for everyone…"
Kramer looked like she’d just been hit in the face with a cream pie.
Vampire Science, Kate Orman & Jonathan Blum.
The Seventh Doctor vs. the Eighth, in a nutshell.