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toy doctor redux
plushy based on this guy
#pokemon#swsh#champion leon#ask to tag#a wizard leon!! I think this is still the only one that's not directly called a wizard#gods. I put so much into this one. and for what#yeah design wise this is mostly tightening up the palette compared to the prev version and dividing the theming more evenly#between the toy half and the doctor half#this kicked my ass so hard lmao. and Im not even super happy with it as it is#I feel like I couldve organized the 'pushing daisy' idea more elegantly. following the og design's cue on this mightve been a mistake#but well. the lance has been thrown it lands how it lands#having a wizard leon design that's specifically restorative so to say is really nice... the ability to fix....#okay. holy shit I need to lay down#just figured out the coffee candy Ive been snackin on may contain caffeine#so uh. I need to let off That pedal. mm#in time. I will find another candy. so long my love...#have a good night lad! sew a little heart inside it and send it on its way now
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I just adore how in 1980, Doctor Who said “you know vampires? They’re real and they’re the ancient enemy of the Time Lords,” and Dr Who fans/authors have been like “Fuck Yeah they are” ever since. 10/10. It’s so unnecessary if you think about it but we’re all so here for it.
#Doctor Who is large and weird but I'm proud of it for working together to find the coolest thing to do with vampires#Just make them a thing and also a vital part of the show's core lore#and also eldritch abominations from another reality.#Doctor Who#my posts#sorry I've been looking into Vampire The Masquerade the last few days and this is where my mind is going jslkdjflsf#I'm currently relistening to the Forge Project trilogy of audios#and I desperately need to reread Vampire Science
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my coworker found out my dead name and then said it out loud in front of another coworker to confirm it was referring to me and now I'm sick to my stomach and I want to go home and also kill someone
#like fucking hell dude this is the fucking difference between queer people and trans people#another trans person would know to NEVER FUCKING SAY IT OUT LOUD#but people just dont fucking THINK like fucking why did i need to tell my doctor the other day that a pink dressing gown is dysphoric#HOW IS THIS NOT FUCKING OBVIOUS#im so fucking triggered and my face is hot and im angry and overwhelmed and i hate that im reacting like this#it's not HARD to find my birth name if you went searching for it but i dont want it revealed to ppl who would've never even thought abt it!!#trans shit#rant tag
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Thinking of how "left me like a book on a shelf" is from River's POV and therefore does not mean it is the entirety of the story much like how "the Doctor does not and has never loved me" was uttered from a River who was grieving.
Like the Doctor could have spent a long time putting the TARDIS in stationary orbit around the Library. The Doctor could have puttered about with the Library from years before it was shut down to ensure that everything would go smoothly while doing his best not to change a single thing. And on days when it is too hard, he just stares at the Library from his perch on the TARDIS door. Waiting, hoping, thinking. Trying to find a way out for her. For them.
And he does!
He finds a hundred ways to get her out of the data core. But...something always goes wrong. It's somehow never good enough. She's back, but she's not entirely there.
So he scratches it out, slaps himself, and tries again.
And again.
And again.
But his plans always fail.
But they don't. Not really. His plans could work. Could have worked. His beloved Sexy would help him. She'd always help him when it comes to her Water. But he was too scared. Too frightened of failure. Because one single mistake. One. Single. Mistake. And she's gone. He can never get her back. Forever.
So he runs. And runs. And runs. Until centuries has gone by and companion come and gone. Until he met a younger, more alive version of her. And then they had Darillium. And oh the joys of wonderful joys, what a night that was.
But things end. Even for him. They had to part ways again. Had to say goodbye. So he tries again. Picks up what his previous self had shelved. He tries. Oh how he tries.
But still. That fear exists. Is it worth it? Can he finally accomplish what he'd started a literal lifetime ago?
(He doesn't.)
Off on another lifetime with a new body. He's a...she now? Oh and shorter! Wow. That's new! I wonder what Ri–
On the rare moments she allows herself to succumb to sleep she goes to their his her study. She takes a moment to take everything in. It's unrecognizable now – the study that once was theirs filled with warmth and laughter and-
Every single space was taken. Covered by plans of plans of plans spanning...two...lifetimes now. Sexy still kept it just as it was the last time he she had been in there.
Their His Her favorite throw was still where it was – on their his her favorite corner of their his her favorite couch.
Nothing had changed but everything had changed.
She curled up and buried her face hoping it would still smell of her (It did. They never knew how it worked but somehow her smell still lingered anyway. They thought they were hallucinating at first but other people had been able to smell it too. Sometimes they forget but Sexy also lost her too).
She was a he again. The same face they had four lifetimes ago. The same face who was the first to keep the memory of their meeting.
But wh- what? Why? How? Is this it? Is this the body that finally brings her back home? A fitting act really. He put her in there and so he'll also put her out of there.
But... she wasn't there. Nothing was there. Nothing but chunks of debris and ashes and smelted...somethings.
When he blinked his eyes open (when had he closed them?), Donna's worried face greeted him. He blinked again and blinked. Nothing changed. Everything has changed. He had waited for far too long. He had made her wait for far. too. long. He feared of failing her but now he actually has failed her.
Everything was bland now. Was it just him or is everything a bit...on the side of grey? Donna looks at him like he might break. (He won't. He's a Time Lord. Time Lords don't break.) Even Sylvia had taken to treating him a bit more kindly.
He goes off alone with Sexy. His return to the Noble-Temple (Temple-Noble) household becomes fewer and further in between. One day he finds himself in Venice. Wonderful Venice. His Pond and her Roman (who wasn't yet a Roman) had gone here. There were vampires. And running and –
River?
No silly. River wasn't there.
He blinked. And blinked again. Made sure the sky was blue and the clouds still fluffy white. But was that his leather jacket that just whizzed by past him? Wait. Hold on. That was... Was that? Oh no. It wasn't. It couldn't be. Did they? No. They couldn't have.
But of course, apparently they did. Because that was actually his leather jacket wearing self that just passed by him again(?) tugging along his very-much-not-dead wife along running from... Hold on. Why are they running? What- Who's shooting at her?!
#cues in iconic doctor who intro lmao#hi don't mind me. i'm just being my melodramatic PMS self#it's reaaally wonky i think but argh whatever just spitting out my grief and frustration. come to think of it i find words flow easier when#i am upset lol? hmmm what does that say about my high school self who used to write chapters with 1k as minimum.#it's difficult dealing with people who simply say river is just another one of the doctor's marriages so this is me dealing with it#i had trouble knowing where to stop and then thought OH why not put nineriver in but make it Post-Library River???#lmao and i ended it there because i needed to stop (i have 3 – THREE – exams tomorrow)#dw musings#that turned into a sort of fic ish#doctorriver#doctor x river#doctor who#tia talks tish#river song#eleventh doctor#tenth doctor#twelfth doctor#thirteenth doctor#fourteenth doctor#ninth doctor#the doctor's wife#tardis#what other thing can i tag my sort of fic#tia writes tish#post-library river song#yowzah#i pond queue#11th doctor#12th doctor#10th doctor
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you know what i dont want your julian devorak in fancy plaque doctor costumes, give me my gender-neutral immortal demonic being!!
#it was a mistake to find these old screenshots in my gallery#you don't need to know how i giggle every time they appear#fuck you julian i want another doctor#save me valdemar save me (they would experiment on me)#the arcana#the arcana valdemar#julian devorak
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obviously there are more missing episodes than this, these are a selection that I think are well regarded and/or important to the history of the show
#doctor who#daleks master plan for me#most of the others i actually want to see either I have or i can see getting an animation#or i could stomach watching that amount of telesnaps#but daleks master plan if im ever going to watch it#they need to find at least another 6 episodes#i know feast of steven is likely gone forever but the others could theoretically be found
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1 or 34 for the master pls thank u :333!!!!!!!
extremely funny to me how quickly this got away from me alsjfjfkskkdj. i started thinking too hard about okay but Who could bring the master to his knees. the doctor? hey wait remember that time ten had a god complex for a little bit. what if he got worse about that, actually. and then it just kept going-
This is not the Doctor whose arms he died in.
Oh, the face is the same, but the eyes are all wrong. Still ancient, as old as the Master is, but they’ve gone hard like bone. He doesn’t spare a glance around the room at the cowering scientists or the politician that wanted to use the Master, who gave him such easy access to a perfect plan before the Doctor landed his TARDIS on top of the machine and crushed it. Only to one human, the one assigned to hold the Master’s leash.
“Give him to me,” he says. The Master curls his fingers. A step closer, and he’ll let the Doctor taste lightning again.
His assigned guard all but throws the leash at the Doctor. (They’re all terrified. Something’s… wrong, there. Not a misplaced sympathy of his own — let them fear their betters — but it’s the Doctor, it’s how he ignores them, how he holds himself like. He looks every bit a Time Lord.) The Doctor catches it, turns it in his hand, and yanks. The Master feigns a stumble, energy surging through his skin and bones, rattling up dangerously until-
The Doctor pulls harder, knocking him off-balance and to his knees. He twists, but there’s a hand in his hair, painfully dragging his head back until his neck screams in pain. The pinprick of a needle is barely a whisper above it, but the sluggish cold that spreads from the injection spreads no matter how he struggles. The Doctor grips his hair tighter.
“There. You’re stabilized,” the Doctor notes. The Master pants, his limbs growing heavier. “And sedated. You have to be so difficult.” For the first time, the Doctor’s voice falters from the detached tone he’s taken so far. It’s harsh, as thick with accusation as with self-reproach, “I asked you to come with me.” The Master is having a hard time ordering his thoughts. They stretch too far for him to see the whole of them, his sense of time and of himself going numb.
“How?” he lands on, more important than any other question. The Doctor’s grip begins to loosen, letting his head sag forward. His body wants to follow. His vision of the floor he’s kneeling on blurs.
“You were living on borrowed time,” the Doctor says. “I have all of it to work with at my fingertips. When I saw you again…” There’s the absent trail of fingers through his hair. The Master recoils from it instinctively, though that sends him further down, barely holding himself up on his hands. The collar draws tight around his throat when he falls, forcing out a gasp, but it loosens again. “It only took a few decades. I’d have given more to you.” The Master lifts his hand, slowly, and forces it out in front of him. It’s humiliating to crawl, but his limbs can barely keep his weight. He barely moves himself forward a few inches before the collar is a hard barrier against his breath again, and this time, he doesn’t receive any slack. He has to scoot back towards the Doctor.
“You’re going to live,” the Doctor says, without mercy. He steps around the Master, the leash dragging along the floor with a mocking hiss.
“And the rest of you,” the Doctor’s voice grows louder. It becomes a proclamation, a warning. “I won’t hurt you. It’s a stupid and dangerous thing you were doing, but that’s… that’s what you love most, humans. Stupid, dangerous things.” Where’s the sickening fondness, the Master wonders. Where’s the disappointment, even, in his favorite pet species? All he can hear in the Doctor’s voice is carefully controlled anger. “I’m not going to hurt you for putting the whole world in danger,” he repeats, as though he’s reminding himself of that fact, and then, the Master can hear him smile. Regeneration after regeneration, and the Doctor always talks different when he’s smiling. “I don’t have to. If you ever try anything like this again, you won’t have existed in the first place to come up with the idea. I will take you out of this timeline.” He pauses. “Or maybe I’ll just make you kinder. Buy you a coffee on a bad day and change your life forever. You can exist, just not like this.”
He sounds powerful, and worse, he doesn’t sound scared of it. The Master uses the last of his strength to drag himself back up to his knees. The Doctor is surveying the room, memorizing faces, lost in thought about time to tamper with. The Master puts a hand around his own leash. He tries to pull.
All that does is get the Doctor’s attention.
His eyes. The Master is afraid of his eyes.
“Sorry,” the Doctor says, “I’m not going to carry you. You’ll have to crawl.” The Master is searching for anything familiar in him. And what there is, what little there is that he recognizes, is only because of how easily he could have seen it in a mirror instead. “If you pass out, I’ll drag you,” the Doctor offers like a compromise. He turns away from the Master, snaps his fingers, and the doors to the TARDIS burst open.
He takes the Master prisoner. He saves the world. They are both, after all, the Doctor’s alone to decide what to do with.
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#(points at the doctor) oh he’s a little fucked up actually#silly time lord eldritch horror of a man. he gets to decide how timelines go <3 he gets to erase people or change them forever if he feels#like it <3 he can swallow up decades and decades in isolation figuring out how to subdue the master <3#(i do find it funny how often the show has to ditch the tardis because the obvious answer to any impending crisis otherwise would be ‘the#doctor gets in his time machine box and goes to another time to come up with a solution for as long as he needs to and then comes back#seconds after leaving with his solution in hand.’ untapped potential horrors in this idea.)#anyway. time lord victorious ten. my silly little god complex guy <3#doctor who#the doctor#the master#i dont know if i should tag this as shippy because its not except in the ways that it is.#kinda gay to drag your best enemy along on a leash because he died to spite you before so you drugged him so much that he can’t fight you#when you save him this time#fanfiction
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im so glad this is my last day of work for the week and i have monday off
this week has been ROUGH
#trying to muster up enough energy and focus to finish my current project#which isn't even that bad but i am so tired#on top of the stuff with ares#who is doing much better but is still not 100%#(plus he needs multiple meds 2x a day & absolutely hates it & im decent at administering them but my hands are so torn up)#husbando has been having a hard time getting his adhd and anti-depressant meds#like his doctor just.... didnt feel like putting in the prescription i guess#and when she finally did he was already on like day 3 of cold turkey withdrawals#and then we find out it's gonna take another two days bc the pills have to come from florida??????#what??????#but hes been a wreck the past few days and his sleep schedule is all out of whack which messes up mine#we all need a break over here is what im getting at#t: wench.txt
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i hate being an adult i hate money i hate bills i hate healthcare and health insurance
#im fine im just upset that it is VERY likely i'm going to have to front $700 of my own money for work reasons this week#bc nobody at work will help me resolve this!! apparently! i'll be paid back eventually but not for a few weeks#and that i may run out of a prescription while i'm on my trip and i was trying to get it filled and have been bouncing around on the phone#to find out that it's the insurance company that won't pay for it until june and i dont want to pay out of pocket#i'll live til then and i may actually have enough til then (i need to just physically count all the pills; i just knew it was running low)#but i'm so frustrated that after i hung up the phone with CVS that i just cried a little#i'm not gonna call the insurance. the last thing i want to do is deal with those guys when i know it's not going to kill me if i run low#(i have been taking half doses to stretch the bottle. is that advised? who knows! but i've done it before and it aint killed me)#i'm just. sigh. nothing going right for me this week#there's also ANOTHER medication that was supposed to refill this week but didn't because it had no refills left. i should've got it today#sooooo i had to call that pharmacy and that doctor to basically beg them to refill it asap or at least send me a sample#i also wont die if i run out of that one (already taken half doses to stretch it this week) but contrary to the other one i will notice thi
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if you are 1) currently in a university where your student healthcare covers hormone therapy, and 2) in a good financial, emotional, and social position to start hormone therapy, i would recommend pursuing it. because in my experience, it's a huge pain in the ass to get an endocrinologist once you're on your own
#unless you live near a planned parenthood or another equivalent to that#but in general you might as well take advantage of the mandatory student health insurance while you have it#it's also cheaper than you might expect. my vials cost $40 CAD for 4 months and then the injection materials are like a couple dollars each#for me i got a therapist with the university and asked them to recommend me to one of the uni's doctors#so i got to skip some of the waitlisting process yay#and then even after getting access to hormones i went to the clinic maybe 5 or 6 times because i needed a nurse to help me with injections#all of which was 'free' because it was with the university#now that i'm graduated though i need to find a new endocrinologist and it turns out the process is WAY more complicated on your own 🤡#of course your mileage may vary depending on how based your school is but it's definitely worth checking imo 🤷#beepbeep.txt#wanted to say this because i basically didn't use the uni health services until my last year and i was like 'wow#'i'm actually getting so much shit for free right now'#like i was seeing a therapist and a dietician and the endocrinologist and a nurse simultaneously at one point#and i might've missed out on all that if i didn't have someone tell me how easy it was to get help if you ask the right questions#so there's my word of wisdom for anyone who might benefit from it.......#also going to post tips about injections later because i think that would also help people out 👍
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#I know I'm likely catastrophizing and also that a day or two won't make a difference#But I noticed a lump a month or two ago and then dismissed it as not a problem#I cannot remember why I did this. Like did it go away? Did I forget?#Either way I noticed it again today. Spent twenty minutes trying to reach my doctor's office#Before I was fully losing my mind (it's terrible on a good day to keep hearing 'we have a patient portal!' and 'we do urgent care on week!'#Once a minute.) And had to hang up and roll into work 30 minutes late#Just tried to call them again and they are at lunch#Like!! I just want an appointment and for someone to tell me it's not cancer or do a biopsy if it is#Because the internet suggests it could very well be cancer!!!!#And I'm limited on what else it could be based on symptoms so like. I'd like to speak to a fucking doctor#So I can know for sure#Either way I'm starting to investigate a new practice because this one has reassigned me three times in 1 year#So I want to try to find a place that is more stable and doesn't have 20+ minute wait times to speak to a human#Update that I called again and had to hang up after 20 minutes waiting for someone to answer#If the bridge weren't an issue I would show up in person#Anyways I'm now hoping to get through at another place and switch PCPs because this is unacceptable#Even the 'are you sick and need to get in today' option had a 10+ minute wait#Why even have a phone
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Caged, she paces, first aid kit in hand growing useless with each passing second without electricity.
Beyond the glass, a woman's life drips away — for her sake.
"The lights should be back soon, Mother Superion, stay awake," she says, herself unbelieving.
It is somehow more shocking to see her fade thus than the explosive death she would have faced just minutes earlier.
No response.
"Mother Superion?!" Jillian implores, pushing against the glass.
A murmur.
"Mother Superion, please —"
"… Suzanne. My name… Is Suzanne," she breathes out.
Jillian winces at the farewell.
"Suzanne. Don't —"
The lights return; the door opens at last.
#doctor superion#warrior nun drabble#warrior nun#mother superion#jillian salvius#rejoice for it is doctor superion drabble friday lol#i've mentioned this before but for now this is the last drabble i have#as i have been working on another oneshot... which i've yesterday started to rewrite entirely lol#so i cannot tell whether i'll find the time to write one or two more drabbles until next friday comes#either way this is today's offer. please wish me luck on rewriting because i'll need it#narratives and similar#as always i'll update ao3 when i can stay online for longer than five minutes
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Why why why does my brain have to do this to me
#my medicine has been losing its effectiveness for the past few months and I'm getting help but i forgot how excruciating it was to just be#alive like i can force myself to do art or to take a mental health walk but it gets harder and harder as i sink in this dark pit#the doctor is calling me back on Monday thankfully and i really hope all i need is an increase in dosage and not have to mess around finding#another brand that works
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Sometimes I think of Amy Pond, who grew up being called mad by those who wielded the word as a tool of exclusion and shame —
Amy Pond, who though forced into the hands of four psychiatrists, still clung to that which they called madness until those systems which elevate psychosocial conformity above humanity stripped it from her —
Amy Pond, whose imaginary friend reappeared for a single hour after twelve years and reignited that faith before disappearing for two more years —
Amy Pond, who spent those those two years under the same implicit threat ingrained in her through psychiatric violence, and thus began to believe the man who stopped the invasion was “just a madman with a box,” only for him to agree, and to also call her “mad, impossible Amy Pond,” reframing madness as non-negative for the first time in her life —
Amy Pond, who ignored the disembodied voice of her imaginary friend even as she ran away with him for real, who still lived each day with the traumatic internalization of deviancy dictated upon her by the psychiatric-industrial complex that shaped her from childhood —
Amy Pond, who wouldn't acknowledge the Doctor's voice, such that it took an Angel in her eye that was literally killing her to ensure she couldn't reality check herself —
Amy Pond, who stood before a room which muttered about “the psychiatrists we brought her to,” and though afraid, escaped their rigid parameters of acceptable existence.
#I like seeing it as indicating she began hearing his voice when he was gone for all those years! why else wouldn't she say anything?#actually psychotic Amy agenda#Amy Pond#eleventh doctor#reclaimed language#oh look its another antipsychiatry themed doctor who post#sumn abt in Fairies At The Bottom Of The Garden audio AND Imaginary Enemies comic we see Amelia bein called slurs against psychotic people#(shes called psycho in both)#like!!! and SO MUCH OF AMYS STORY is about her claiming her agency in ways that previous companions weren't allowed to-#companions whose status as a Wife was a signifier of an to end of their value individually- 'this is no place for a married woman' etc#in some cases Wife-ness forced upon them *as* a denial of agency 'I spent all that time trying to find you I'm not going back now!' etc#whereas Amys story deconstructs that; Amys “Choice” is an illusion- Amy being a Wife doesn't demote her agency as an companion#anyways I love that aspect of reclaimed agency for Amy but ALSO#“madness” as an expression of agency against systems of oppression is SO relevant. the mind defends itself and the alternative isnt better#the oppressive system in this case being ableist structures and the psychiatric system ITSELF which is a whole other layer#the moral being that even if the Doctor WAS a delusion? he'd still be a needed coping mechanism for a child who says “ppl always leave”#and instead of examining her feelings of abandonment they insist 'aLiENs DoNt ExIsT' as seen in the 'sTaRs DoNt ExIsT' psychiatrist in TBB#they don't care that she's in PAIN- why would they?- they just care that she's 'abnormal' and therefore not deserving of humanity#(eleventh) doctor is neurodivergent tag#I mean technically this is about Amy but I once (twice) used that tag on the post about the Master. its the spirit of it!#and Amy Pond + her Raggedy Doctor as “mad” people is very *chefs kiss*#((you know what im putting the tag on my last Amy post :D ))#Mels experienced this very differently and I'll make a post about her at some point- I just wanna make sure my points are got across better#sumn abt Amelia's “crazy” was Mels' “delinquency.” Amy treated as if she doesn't know her own life while Mels treated as threatening#sumn abt adultification of Black girls while Amy is infantilized#Amy Pond who could rewrite reality in a reborn universe because she grew up with a Crack in her wall that no one believed was special —#ableism#saneism#unreality#because I mean Amy's stand against psychiatric dehumanization was to REWRITE THE UNIVERSE with her Crack powers
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Hey s1 au where will gets a second opinion and does not connect the dots to serial murder and just thinks hannibal is another unethical doctor wanting only to study him. This ends up alienating him from hannibal, Alana (dr. Lecter after is her friend her recommendation), and jack (did he know? Will can't be sure)
#hannibal#nbc hannibal#Will graham#hannibal lecter#jack crawford#alana bloom#S1 au where will finds out but connects the wrong dots#Will thinks hannibal is just another asshole doctor who wants to study hom#Thinks everything was a lie#Hell he'd probably actually prefer to find out hannibals a serial killer#Meanwhile hannibals out here pouting with an I just murdered my husband robe and the most emo music#Because he doesn't know why his good friend will isn't talking to him anymore he skipped there last 3 sessions#And didn't open the door when hannibal drove all the way up there#And he's honestly done nothing wrong how could dear will ignore him like this#Alana and will actually had a conversation (fight ) about it. She gets will needing space#Does not get how hannibal could do such a thing thinks its all one big misunderstanding#And that...that galls will the most that she's still defending hannibal after he had played with his mind like that#Jack doesn't actually know what's going or care he just wants to know why will isn't coming to crime scenes anymore#Will needs 4 months of complete solitude to make his skin stop crawling please and thanks
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Holy God This Is All So Boring
i am taking microscope images of the cells i'm studying. the cells were grown on a glass plate before i fixed them (killed & chemically preserved), so by default a microscope image of them is taken from a camera below them, looking up through the glass. they're stained with fluorescent dyes for four different proteins, so every single picture has to be repeated four times with a different laser light illuminating the cells (imagine taking a photo with a red filter, a blue filter, and a green filter, and then composing them all together to get the full picture. it's actually almost exactly the opposite of that, but that's close enough).
i care mostly about how the cells are shaped in three dimensions, and i'm using a laser which is specially shaped so it can collect only a very thin slice of the cells in the Z-direction, without interference from the parts of the cells just above or just below what i'm taking pictures of. as a result, i need to take lots of pictures at different depths in the cells, so i can get slices that i can stack on top of each other and get back a 3D shape. also, because i am using a tiny concentrated beam of light to achieve the above effects, it has to scan across the image to collect each picture, like a scanner; it can't just be collected in a single snapshot like a photo.
the distance between one slice and the next is less than a quarter of a micrometer. i'm using a 63x magnified magnifying lens to magnify the image, and the light detector that picks up the light is specially made to allow the images to be processed even further, so i can resolve structures that are less than 200 nanometers, which is the Abbé limit and is the technical resolution limit of light microscopy (don't worry about this). i care about things that are the size of, like, three proteins stuck together, and therefore maybe 10nm wide, so this is important to me.
all of this is, you know, scientifically great, very useful to me, i'm getting some very interesting results that i am genuinely looking forward to thinking about more, except the upshot of all of this is that just getting a single picture of two cells from the bottom to top of the cells involves 80-100 slices and takes like 27 minutes per image to collect, and i need at least six pictures tonight, and certain bastards in certain other labs habitually pre-book the microscope so i can't use it except at 5-9pm on a friday. no one else is here in the lab and my mother is busy with elder care and my girlfriend is busy with like, groceries, so i can't call either of them even if i weren't too irritable to be good company, and oh my god, i am so bored, i am so so bored, i am bored enough even to type out this whole explanation even though none of you could possibly care because it took most of my current round of waiting for 27 minutes to do
#in theory i should collect seven additional images on top of the six named#but 'fortunately' i stained this plate a while ago and the dye for the other images has kind of faded#so instead of doing it now. i will stain another plate. and do it the next time i can wrestle four hours away from aforementioned bastards#now certain of you who are in the know about microscopes might be wondering something#''glass'' they might say#''don't all modern microscopes come with the ability to pre-select positions and then just wander off and let the microscope run on its own#all night? why stay there and do this instead of setting it up and going home?''#and yes that's correct. but there are two issues#one is that i am obviously using an oil objective and this particular one can only do 2-3 positions before it needs the oil refreshed#so i would rather notice that need prior to taking the image than the next morning#and secondly. i can't figure out where the positions function is in ZenBlue. and the scope core staff only work for a random three hours of#every day. none of which i can get a booking in anyhow. so i have no one to tell me how to find it.#box opener#doctor worm#my life is so much harder than anyone else's ever.
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