Sarah Jane Smith at Bannerman Rd.

Doctor Who - Classic, Nu, and Newer • Sarah Jane and Harry Sullivan Stan • kittycobain on Discord and AO3

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Hailing from the Pyramids of Mars!

Welcome to Bannerman Road!

User: kittycobain on Discord, AO3, and TikTok

About Kitty: 20, South England, Transfem 🏳️‍⚧️, Lives practically next door to Tom Baker and Terry Nation!

Partner in crime: sullivanfiles (husband)

Dedicated to: Doctor Who; old, new, and newer. I love Sarah Jane, I love Peri Brown, and I love Yasmin Khan. My favourite eras are 3, 5's, and 13's.

What I do: I'm an amateur editor (of video and image) and writer! I write for fun, and RP too!

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HAPPY PRIDE 🏳️‍🌈✨🏳️‍⚧️🌈

THASMIN FOR PRIDE MONTH LETS GOOOOO

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Historically the Doctor has always been depicted as somewhere on the AroAce spectrum. As well as being a Time Lord with fluctuating physical appearances and pronouns.

Note worthy Queer versions of the Doctor

Eighth Doctor - Paul Mcgann

In the EDAs they have expressed themselves as more genderfluid than other versions of the Doctor.

Thirteenth Doctor - Jodie Whittaker

Her Doctor is Sapphic, eluding to a relationship with Yaz.

Fourteenth Doctor - David Tennant

Being open to the idea of like or considering other men.

Fifteenth Doctor - Ncuti Gatwa

He is gay, he's said it himself, having a doomed romance with Rogue.

There are many other cases of the Doctor being depicted as somewhere under the LGBTQI+ Umbrella.

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Three scenes from my Wish World/The Reality War fan edit!!

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I like the Timeless Child because it confronts the Doctor with them being the hype beast they kept thinking they were in previous eras. Like 10 and 11 having insane power trips and thinking themselves gods is basically justified by the Timeless Child.

"Yes, you are the hyper important person you kept telling people you were a few faces ago."

And whereas 10 or 11 might've taken that in their stride, 13 rejects it. It shows how much she's changed.

Even the Doctor letting Ko Sharmus detonate the Death Particle at the end of the story is indicative of the Doctor's character growth.

11 and 12's finales are both about self-sacrifice. There's a moment in Time of the Doctor where 11 is about to leave Trenzalore, and is stopped by Barnable. He lives his entire life on Trenzalore protecting it. And 12 in The Doctor Falls basically gets a redo of Trenzalore where he's never tempted to abandon it.

12's arc is equal parts positive (become a more moral person) and negative (completely abandoning any sense of self-preservation in the name of saving the day). Clara also self sacrifices in Face the Raven when she doesn't have to

So when 13's faced with a choice to self-sacrifice to destroy the Master and the Cyber-masters, she chooses to let someone else make the sacrifice. It's like she's learned from 12 and Clara that she doesn't always have to die to save the day. Sometimes the most heroic thing u can do is be alive for your friends and family

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Baffles me that RTD has fucked up the show beyond all reason and there's still people pretending that Chibnall is the problem. At least he knew how to tell a coherent story, even if a bunch of the fanbase were too busy licking the boots of their favourite misogynist to pay attention to it.

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Harry Sullivan from Doctor Who is in the Blood Ocean!

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Shitposty Doctor Who Movie Posters

Featuring It Takes You Away as a schlocky modern horror movie, Spyfall as a Bond movie, and The Wedding of River Song as a trashy romcom from like 2007 you find at the back of a charity shop.

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Silly little poster for my @sullivanfiles / @grantedfiles <3

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like and reblog to keep bullying him

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After hours of research and lots and lots of redrawing and reworking, I’ve finally completed a mostly canon floor plan of Carols house! I made it to build in The Sims, if you guys use it for that as well I’d love to see!

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I made this meme template for my discord...

The Blank

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Some amazing art of my OC 17th Doctor with Belinda Chandra from my Doctor Who Series 16 prewrite on AO3, done by the amazing @yuarru !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! tysm yuarru <3

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The Doctor, too, had been too lost in the avenues of her mind, entertaining her inner monologue, to consider the flesh of the real world around her. She'd only just stopped on the edge of the pavement, about to cross over, when a body comes colliding with hers. If not for the dormant lamp-post to her right, which she whips her hand out of her pocket to grab onto, she'd have been knocked to the floor.

A sad, wet Doctor on the floor - where she would belong, growls that ever-present internal critic, the Doctor's mind. She pushes herself back upright with a small huff. All of a sudden, the world is physical again and she's not trapped inside her own head.

It might be for the best that her attempt to cross the street was interrupted. She wasn't paying attention to the people on the pavement, so who's to say she'd have done any better at paying attention to the London cars whizzing to and fro? It's better to be walked into by a human person than crashed into by a human automobile.

The Doctor turns to look at the woman, who seems just as out of it as her—making the same steps to recover from it.

Belinda?

From behind strands of ginger hair pulled free from the messy bun nestled on the Doctor's neck by the rain, she stares back with wide open eyes. But there's no hint of recognition in Belinda's. For the date the Doctor had landed on, this should be well after Belinda quite colourfully bid her farewells to the Doctor, exclaiming intent to never see her face - or at that, any of her faces - again, so she should recognise her.

"Belinda?"

The Doctor wears a patchwork velvet jacket and an opulent vest underneath that pictures cats. As if the rest of her fashion isn't evidence enough that Belinda just walked into the Doctor, her shirt collar sports little red question marks. She looks in awe of the human, though a growing crease in her brow sees that awe turn to worry. Why doesn't Belinda know her? Is she being forgotten by the universe again? It wouldn't be the first time.

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belinda? the woman asks, contorting herself the right side up in a manner no human, at least no human who cares about later in life shoulder & back problems, would. she's an eccentric, belinda can discern that through motion alone, & the knowledge shatters whatever sense of normalcy has kept belinda going through rain & fog on her walk back from work. it furrows her brow in a mixture of concern peppered with a sense of curiosity—at least the day couldn't get any more boring, right?

but then her name registers, the unreflected recognition of one party for the other, & belinda desperately scans both her memories & the woman in front of her to save herself potential embarrassment. the face is certainly unfamiliar, she's got the kind of features belinda would keep to memory, for whatever reason. she's struck by them for a moment too long, before her eyes finally slide down to the clothes—velvet, cats, red question marks on either lapel—belinda's brows furrow, “ oh, ” her expression slumps in disappointment, lips pressed into a thin line. who else? “ the doctor. ” the name, the title is said flatly, lacking a discernable emotion for them to latch onto.

“ didn't take for the type to randomly bump into acquaintances on the street. ” given they ... him, her? belinda's had an introduction to the complexities of gallifreyan gender, how renegades grow beyond the binary while homeworlders stick to it, & she feels the need to ask the doctor how they want to be addressed, but she'll save it for later. anyway, the doctor has all of time & space to run around, even with their preference for england it's a hell of a coincidence to find them standing stock still in the london downpour—on belinda's route back to the flatshare. “ you didn't set this up, did you? ” she's tries to sound accusatory, but the doctor's own surprise dashes the notion. this really is an act of random chance, or the universe's satirical play on a meet-cute.

“ actually, no, uh, this is going to sound weird, ” because it's not enough for belinda to know the doctor & all their faces, for him to spread himself across her life from birth onward, no, she has met them across two entirely different timelines. serves them right, she supposes. “ but which doctor are you? last of your kind or not? ”

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In the time it takes Belinda to scan the Doctor, and note the very Doctor-ish aspects of her being, the Doctor decides that somehow - some way - this isn't the Belinda she knows: Not that she could attest to knowing Belinda. She certainly doesn't know what she wants, if being left alone was her primary concern, and now she's most certainly not leaving her alone.

Even in another timeline/reality— whatever, the Doctor is drawn to her, like a magnet. A Belinda magnet. She's about to take the initiative and walk away when Belinda finally says her name.

The absence of emotion in her tone scratches an itch the Doctor didn't know she needed scratched, because she's used to Belinda saying it with such venom. Deserved venom, at that. It's like being bitten by a snake, but only after you jabbed it with a stick for minutes on end. The Doctor really needs to cast the snake similes from her mind, but the Mara really sunk its teeth in.

The sssssnake sssssimiles.

"It..." she looks away, out at the road; at the reflection of the sky in the puddles left by the rain, "...happens more than you'd think?"

Is this really on the way to Belinda's old flat? Even if the Doctor hadn't meant to run into her - as for all she knew, Belinda didn't live there anymore - but maybe subconsciously, she'd brought herself here, roaming Belinda's old stomping ground because she misses her friend and she's too much of a coward to go and say sorry.

She whips her head back around towards Belinda when she accuses her of just that - about to defend herself - but the human woman drops it almost immediately. The furrowed brow she'd sported as she'd been about to refute the claim turns upwards in confusion. Humans can be so erratic.

The next question justifies the look she's giving Belinda. If she wasn't sure that this isn't her Belinda—

No, Belinda wouldn't like being thought about as 'her Belinda.' She tries again:

The next question justifies the look she's giving Belinda. If she wasn't sure that this isn't the Belinda of her reality already, she is now. Her lips fall apart, just for a moment, shaping the beginnings of a word. Truthfully, she doesn't know how to answer that.

She isn't the last of her kind. She knows there are others out there. For one, the Master is a golden tooth in her TARDIS currently. But for simplicity's sake, she says it, her eyes turning downwards and gulches digging in on either end of her lips as she frowns.

"Last of my kind," she says it shamefully.

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RP Post: The 17th Doctor and Silver!Belinda Chandra | TIME AND THE DOCTOR

Starter for @interl0per

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The Doctor said she'd take a break from Planet Earth, but she's never been one for credibility. Hours away from Ruby and Belinda; hours of her hearts aching over the final words spoken to her by the latter being "I never want to see your face - any of your faces - again!" became days, and then months.

Perhaps years. She hasn't been counting. And she hasn't been letting go, either.

She feels guilty, but like a child, she also feels... why couldn't she have just ignored how I changed her reality and kept being my friend? It's fair to have been cut out of Belinda's life, but it doesn't feel fair.

Here she is, back on Earth, sadly walking around London with her hands in her pockets. She'd picked a rainy day, too, just to make herself feel even worse.

Although if she'd left it up to chance, a rainy day in England is more likely than not.

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rain & london are hardly strangers to each other, in fact one might intuint they're bezzie mates—the gray skies & constant downpour become the de facto reason one learns the nervous system of the city, the london tube. it made for a sharp change from the croydon tramlink & belinda has never been a fan of either, precisely because boarding a train always gave her a sense of defeat. she was destined to travel, to see the world beyond the bounds of england & work to make it better, but all she's managed in her normal life is to watch the world go by from one tube station to the next. sure, she's seen the stars, the past, the future, a whole other timeline, even catching a brief glimpse of the time lords' seat of power on gallifrey. but that wasn't by choice, & now that she's finally home, back to the humdrum of her life as a nurse at able free—well, belinda isn't ready to admit to herself that she's missed her chance. with the little money she's been saving up & her reticent approach to relationships, she looks to the overcast sky & wonders if they're reflecting the mush of disappointment that's growing within.

where she isn't looking though is right down the road, & in a quick bash of a woman walking at a brisk space stumbles into somebody standing completely still, she's quick to step back, put a hand over her forehead & do her best attempt at apologetics. “ oh, ” a swear wants to come out, but by some minor miracle & remaining traces of the TARDIS' telepathic influence, the word isn't spoken. “ sorry, sorry, my ... mind was elsewhere. ” to another night spent perusing the pages of romana's sketchbook, her parting gift, with drawings & notes on all their adventures—& a concerning amount of rather detailed sketches of belinda, apparently she has a very aesthetically pleasing face, whatever that means in time lord speak. “ are you, uh, okay? ”

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The Doctor, too, had been too lost in the avenues of her mind, entertaining her inner monologue, to consider the flesh of the real world around her. She'd only just stopped on the edge of the pavement, about to cross over, when a body comes colliding with hers. If not for the dormant lamp-post to her right, which she whips her hand out of her pocket to grab onto, she'd have been knocked to the floor.

A sad, wet Doctor on the floor - where she would belong, growls that ever-present internal critic, the Doctor's mind. She pushes herself back upright with a small huff. All of a sudden, the world is physical again and she's not trapped inside her own head.

It might be for the best that her attempt to cross the street was interrupted. She wasn't paying attention to the people on the pavement, so who's to say she'd have done any better at paying attention to the London cars whizzing to and fro? It's better to be walked into by a human person than crashed into by a human automobile.

The Doctor turns to look at the woman, who seems just as out of it as her—making the same steps to recover from it.

Belinda?

From behind strands of ginger hair pulled free from the messy bun nestled on the Doctor's neck by the rain, she stares back with wide open eyes. But there's no hint of recognition in Belinda's. For the date the Doctor had landed on, this should be well after Belinda quite colourfully bid her farewells to the Doctor, exclaiming intent to never see her face - or at that, any of her faces - again, so she should recognise her.

"Belinda?"

The Doctor wears a patchwork velvet jacket and an opulent vest underneath that pictures cats. As if the rest of her fashion isn't evidence enough that Belinda just walked into the Doctor, her shirt collar sports little red question marks. She looks in awe of the human, though a growing crease in her brow sees that awe turn to worry. Why doesn't Belinda know her? Is she being forgotten by the universe again? It wouldn't be the first time.

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RP Post: The 17th Doctor and Silver!Belinda Chandra | TIME AND THE DOCTOR

Starter for @interl0per

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The Doctor said she'd take a break from Planet Earth, but she's never been one for credibility. Hours away from Ruby and Belinda; hours of her hearts aching over the final words spoken to her by the latter being "I never want to see your face - any of your faces - again!" became days, and then months.

Perhaps years. She hasn't been counting. And she hasn't been letting go, either.

She feels guilty, but like a child, she also feels... why couldn't she have just ignored how I changed her reality and kept being my friend? It's fair to have been cut out of Belinda's life, but it doesn't feel fair.

Here she is, back on Earth, sadly walking around London with her hands in her pockets. She'd picked a rainy day, too, just to make herself feel even worse.

Although if she'd left it up to chance, a rainy day in England is more likely than not.

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