Doctor Who Randomness

Hi my name is Theta Sigma John Smith Foreman and I have medium length white hair that reaches my neck and icy blue eyes like the untempered schism and a lot of people tell me I look like The Other (AN: if u don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Koschei Oakdown but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a gallifreyan but I’m also half human. I have pale white skin. I’m also a time lord, and I go to a stupid school called the Prydon Academy by Mount Cadon where I’m in the 178th year (I’m 186). I’m a prydonian, in case you couldn’t tell, but I wear mostly black. I love Earth and I get all of my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a waistcoat and checked trousers, a frock coat and cravat. I was wearing my black fur hat and my cape and scarf. I was walking outside the Prydon Academy. The transduction barrier was up so there were no suns, which I was happy about. A lot of patrexes stared at me. I put up my index and middle finger at them.

You know, I still remember the oncologist telling me that my cancer treatment wasn’t going to cure me, and that I was only delaying the inevitable.

I told her that everyone does that.

It’s called “living”.

tumblr: give us aliens with angular limbs, proportions that are just off, altogether too many teeth, bulging eyes, and extremely threatening smiles. and make them friendly

me:

Here are a couple of pics from the Radio Times 30th Dec 1972 to 5 January 1973 for “The Three Doctors”  Check out the blurb in the first pic by Carole Ann Ford about Susan. The second pic shows her, Katy Manning and Frazer Hines doing a photoshoot for this RT issue.

aesthetic  Victoria Waterfield.

Doctor: There we are. Well, what do you think? Victoria: I don’t know. I can’t believe it. It’s so big. Where are we? Doctor: Oh, it’s the TARDIS. It’s my home.

Today’s picture for invisible illness is a personal one. This is one of about 30 notes that my friend has received since using her handicapped placard. I’m going to say this to you, have you ever seen someone get out of a car parked in a handicapped space and said to yourself “they look too young or they don’t look disabled.” I’m going to go with yes you have, because we all have at one time. I can’t remember doing it, but before I understood the difficulties of invisible illness when I was younger I probably did. Let me ask you this though, when you had that thought was it because you knew with 100% certainty that they weren’t handicapped or did you assume that because of their age and/or not seeing a cane, walker or wheelchair? All I’m asking is that we stop and think when we someone need a mobility aid, park in a handicapped space or say they are disabled that we remember this “DISABILITY HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH AGE OR APPEARNACE.” #spoonie #invisibleillness #disability #chronicillness #rheumatoidarthritis #lupus #fibromyalgia #myofascialpainsyndrome

If nothing else, this post needs to be seen around the internet more. This harassment is not okay and no one should have to deal with it on top of having an invisible illness. This is just another form of anonymous bullying to add to the internet bullying these TROLLS are capable of.

If you are healthy, please reblog. If you are sick, please reblog. If you have a disability, please reblog. If you have an invisible illness, please reblog. If you know someone with a disability, please reblog. If you are a human being, please reblog. Let’s spread the word and help those of us that may not look like it. 

Ignorance isn’t bliss, ignorance is ignorance. 

My mom had cancer that has spread to her lungs and outwardly, she looked healthy. However, she couldn’t walk very far. She had a blue tag and she got some killer looks while walking to the electric wheel chairs, just because she looked healthy. Another story: I was chewed out once for fetching one of the electric wheel chairs for her.

My best friends sister has a heart disease and she looks totally normal and everything except for the big scar on her chest and they have a handicap sign and everything, because when she walks too much, she gets very sick and I think she has trouble breathing and she starts throwing up so yes I agree with this. No, not every person with a handicap sign thing is in a wheelchair or some kind of limp. Don’t be so ignorant.

This has happens to my mother so often. She looks amazing and walks with perfect mobility. She has grand mal seizures triggered by heat and sun and we live in California. Walking through long parking lots can easily trigger this and cause her to possibly die from falling and hitting her head on a car or on the ground. For a few years she stopped parking in these spaces because of all of the harassment. She literally was socially pressured into risking her LIFE because of harassment. 

NEVER assume you know if someone has a disability. NEVER.

Dude I’m IN a chair part of the time.and get shit amd told ‘well I saw her walking last week!’ Ugh.

My thoughts upon reading the initial post were as follows: “I’m all for disabled people getting benefits, but if they don’t need a wheelchair or a cane to walk, wouldn’t it be polite to not use the handicapped space?”

But after reading what others have added I see my error. Of course there are people who cannot walk too much even though they don’t use a walking aid. Of course those people deserve to park in the handicapped space.

So, thank you for making this post and opening my eyes.

I have to walk with a cane and I get dirty looks all the time because I look too young.

i have to walk with a cane and hell, i look middle-aged, but i still get weird looks, and people frequently kick my cane as they hurry by. it’s excruciatingly painful. i would honestly rather be socked in the jaw. there’s nothing wrong with my jaw bone. my spine, on the other hand, is covered with jagged growths.

but you can’t see that from the outside, so you don’t pay attention, and you’re in a hurry, and you sideswipe me as you go by and basically icepick me in the assbone. thanks. hope you’re on time for that super important thing you’re hurrying to.

uh… i just took the opportunity to rant, that’s not actually the point i wanted to make. what i wanted to say is:

the problem is the idea that random abled people have a right to judge whether we deserve accomodations or not.

you do not. you do NOT have that right.

i could be dancing a fucking tarantella on 6-inch heels and you would STILL not have the right to judge whether or not i’m allowed to have a parking tag. that tag was issued by someone whose job it is to do that. you are not that person. my doctor, my spouse, the guy who gives me the big cortisone needle right in the sacroilliac, my daily helper, these people have input in my lifestyle, though in the end it’s up to me. but you? who the fuck even are you, pal? who died and made you the vengeful god of parking spots?

this is a You Problem, gatekeepers. unfuck yourself.

The thing about the placards is that unless you have a really really lenient doctor or you told some big lies on the paperwork or you took one from a deceased relative, they don’t give them out unless you need them. If there’s a placard, it’s because a medical professional deemed it necessary.

I’ve never seen this photo of Patrick before, he looks 100% like a total grandpa.