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snekdoodl · 8 months

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throwback to when the doctor forgot jack at satellite 5 🩷

#doctor who #torchwood #captain jack harkness #jack harkness #tenth doctor #10th doctor #doctor who fanart #fanart #david tennant #john barrowman #snekdoodl

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toxic-gorgon · 1 year

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The sad snek dance (sad cat dance), because I’m a meme whore! 💖

Please do not repost!

#snekdoodles #yue rose #gorgon #art #memes #animeart #original art #original character #vtuber #digital #artumblr #snake #vaporwav #retro #retro anime #80's

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anaquariusfox · 1 year

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@snekdoodl and I did a collab for ten!

We colored each other’s lines 🫶 I wuv art

#tenth doctor #doctor who #david tennant fanart #tenth doctor fanart #doctor who fanart

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dtfanzine · 11 months

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Happy Pride Month! Here’s a reminder from us to you that the contributor applications close TOMORROW! There’s still time to join this project honouring David Tennant's incredible career!

Lines by @fritzmetzger with colours by @snekdoodl

#david tennant #doctor who #broadchurch #good omens #fanzine #zine #fan fiction #artists #writers #fan zine #fandom zine #this is jinsy #davina #campbell bain #taking over the asylum #casanova #pride

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covfefeaddict · 11 months

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You’re a man.

commission for @snekdoodl !! thank u my son !!

find my commissions HERE !!

trans alec hardy getting outed or outing himself to ellie

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" OI! "

Ellie may be a small woman, but what she lacks in size, she certainly makes up for in volume - and she has turned the dial up significantly, having caused Alec to duck his head a fraction at the assault on his ears. Easing back against the frame of the counter, the detective leans his weight into his palms, the cool spans of the countertop a stark contrast to the sweat slicking the flesh there, and currently beading along his brow.

The woman that Ellie had her sights on now had made the tremendous mistake of insulting Alec in a variation of ways with one simple sentence - and in some ways that Ellie hadn't even remotely considered. 'Oh, but don't you want a real man in charge, El?' had been the tipping point, and Ellie's icy stare was shortly followed by closed distance and invading personal bubbles. When Ellie had a point to make, she was not afraid to get up in one's face. It's one thing that Alec appreciated about her most, even if it could lead them into some trouble.

" I am absolutely itching for a reason to get you suspended. Say one more word, no, you even look - no, you even breathe near DI Hardy again without it being a very simple 'Yes, Sir.' to whatever he's asked of you, I will throw you out of my precinct so quickly your head will spin. " A pause, a heavy breath. " Do I make myself clear? "

" Miller. "

She doesn't even look at Alec, merely lifting a finger toward him to shut him up non-verbally. He acquiesces, heaving a great sigh - although a small smirk does play at the corner of his mouth. He does love watching Miller give a good bollocksing. The anxiety that has bubbled in his chest, however, is not settling well within the space between ribcage and thrashing heart.

" Do. I. Make. Myself... Clear? I should not have to repeat myself. "

The woman flits her gaze between Alec and Ellie briefly, sucking in a sharp breath before offering a small nod.

" Good. Now get the Hell out of my sight. "

It's only later when Ellie is pacing Alec's office like a wild, caged animal, that Alec finally leans back in his office seat, hands folded against his stomach lazily. He has often been able to play it off as though not much bothers him when he isn't getting rightfully tiffed about this or that, but this situation has him on edge a bit. " Sit down, Miller. You're making me dizzy. "

" The audacity. " She growls instead, throwing her arms up in exasperation. "A real man, what's that even mean? What does she want you to do, drop your trousers in the middle of the office for all to bare witness? I mean - "

He offers a breathy chuckle at this. " Miller. "

" - the nerve of some people! The absolute - "

" Miller. "

" - stupidity of - "

" Miller, I'm transgender. "

Silence befalls the room. Ellie's quick-paced steps halted as she mulls over this sudden information she's been given. " What? "

Alec lifts a hand, waving it in nonchalance as if to say, 'It is what it is.'. The woman across from him, on the other hand, is none-too convinced as she tilts her head to stare at him. Alec stares right back, but flicks his gaze elsewhere a moment after - he's not been able to hold eye contact long unless his intent is to intimidate. " I'm - "

" No, I heard what you said. " Another pause. " Why would that make you any less a real man? "

" No. I, I'm, I mean yes, but - "

" Alec. " Ellie approaches, side-stepping around his desk so she can lean a hand on the stained wood and study him carefully. " Your scraggly scruff and twelve-hour deodorant degradation certainly look and smell like a man. "

A puff of an irritated exhale; a roll of his eyes. " Thanks, Miller. "

" My point is, Sir, that it doesn't matter. You present yourself as a man, you call yourself a man... You're a man. You are and always have been a man. This doesn't change anything. "

Alec has to consider this. He has heard many a time that he is a man now, but never that he is simply a man and that is all he has been and all he is. A thick swallow forces down the lump in his throat, and he stares up at the woman quietly. He doesn't need to speak. She knows him well enough by now, he assumes, to pick out the unspoken appreciation in his gaze.

In Ellie's other hand, forgotten, is a container of chips that she had been picking away at earlier while pacing. With a small smile, she shoves the container in front of him. He glares at the food for a moment, parting his lips and sucking in a breath to complain about not being able to eat it... but her confirmation, support, and unconditional friendship have him taking this white flag in the form of salty chips and malt vinegar. -------------------------------------------------------------------- find my commissions HERE !!

#writing commissions #alec hardy #ellie miller #trans alec hardy #broadchurch #ty my son for being my first writing commission !!! <33333 #all my love for u

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sardonic-the-writer · 11 months

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𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐕𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐬

↳ summary: ellie finally finds out why alec is so uncomfortable around hospitals

↳ warnings: a hospital environment, mentions of needles (ew ew ew)

↳ notes: a com for my friend @snekdoodl !! find my coms here!

↳ song: mary—alex g

masterlist!

It was so cold here.

The infirmary was always cold to him. And not just in the traditional sense. It was filled with crying families and stone faced nurses tending to patients long gone. Full of shitty cafeteria food and hours upon hours of staring at beige walls waiting for either the worst of news or the best. Often it was the former.

Alec supposed he really needed to stop ending up here.

From his lonely room, he could hear a lot. Squeaky carts of medical equipment rolling down the halls, all the way to the dusgruntled murmurs of visitors trying to see their loved ones.

And for the past hour he had been listening to a specific one.

"I don't see why I can't visit him! He's my partner for christ sake!" Ellie snapped at a nurse for the umpeenth time, successfully frustrated.

The woman's hair was unruly, and her fury unmatched by none. She had been standing at the front desk for quite a while now demanding to see Alec. They had been in the middle of investigating a case when he had collapsed, and she was eager to see him.

"Ma'am—" The receptionist drawled, looking as uninterested as possible, "—you must wait to see your husband until we can finish taking care of him."

"He's not my—I'm not his—we're not—" She groaned, "I just want to know what room he's in."

"Room 62, but—"

By the time the receptionist had looked up from her computer, Ellie was already gone. Stomping up and down the hospital coradors until the faded gold numbers 62 stared her directly in the face.

She didn't have to walk very far into it to spot who she was looking for.

"Miller." Alec grumbled lowly, clutching his side as he sat himself up. He didn't look surprised to see her.

"Sir." Ellie responded, coming over to sit at his side. She took a brief look at all the beeping machines around him before flitting her gaze back to his face. He really didn't look well.

"Are you alright?" She started off with, unsure of what else to ask now that she had barged her way into his room.

"Er, yeah. I will be." Was all he offered in response.

A pregnant pause settled over the room. For a brief moment the only sounds came from the surrounding medical equipment.

"Could you hand me that kit over there, Miller?" Alex broke the silence. He was quick to gesture to the bedside table on his right with a bag on it, conveniently just out of his reach. Ellie nodded slowly, picking the thing up and handing it to him.

She watched as he awkwardly took the contents out, pulling a needle out of the plastic container before sticking it in a bottle of liquid.

"Sir—?" She went to ask, but paused when he grunted uncomfortably.

"I've been wanting to tell you for a while." Alec went on as he continued with whatever it was he was doing. Not sparing a glance at her. "But I didn't exactly know how. I suppose now is a better time than ever."

"I'm not sure I follow." Ellie watched as he slowly injected the clear liquid into his arm. For a moment, the thought of drugs passed her mind before dissapeaing like early morning fog on the top of a lake.

"This—" Alec tapped the side of the now emptied needle with his finger. "—is testosterone. I take it twice a day. Once in the morning, once in the evening. It helps me to keep my beard and my voice low."

"I'm not sure I follow."

Alec shuffled in his bed sheets uncomfortably. The longer the conversation dragged on, the more he was unable to hold Ellie's gaze.

"I'm transsexual, Miller." He finally confessed.

Ellie blinked once. Twice.

"I wasn't exactly sure how to bring it up. To you or anyone in the station really. I knew how it would look if the media found out the detective that fumbled the Sandbrook case also happened to be trans."

"I still don't understand, though." Ellie held up a hand to cut his rambling off. Alec stopped abruptly, watching her with an unreadable emotion swimming around in his eyes.

"You're a man." He nodded at her words. "Always have been. You just happened to be born in the wrong body. Am I right?"

Alec nodded again.

"So why would that change anything?"

Now it was his turn to be confused. His brows furrowed slowly, silently asking her to elaborate. Ellie obliged.

"Well, being trans doesn't make a difference with who you are. You're still detective inspector, you're still Alec Hardy, and you're still my—" She hesitated for a moment. Swallowing felt like trying to get through a throat full of cotton wads.

"—and you're still my friend sir. So I'm sorry, but I just don't understand why you were so tentative to tell me."

Alec waited a while before saying anything. Just watching as Ellie sat on the bed with a cautious expression. Watching as the clock on the wall across from him ticked away slowly.

Finally he spoke. The detective spoke slowly and gratefully, not a fool to take this moment for granted.

"Thank you, Ellie." He cleared his throat. Alec didn't trust his voice to not waiver.

Nothing more was said, but nothing more had to be. They both understood the importance of the moment and meerly sat in it, happy to let it pass.

#broadchurch #alec hardy #ellie miller #broadchurch fanfiction #writing #fanfiction #alec hardy and ellie miller #trans alec hardy #commission

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kaiyaru-art · 11 months

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