#drmacmillan

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NAME: love of my life - the redhead one.

RINGTONE: waltzing Matilda. ( she just knows its about a guy stealing something, that's enough for her )

PICTURE: had to take it while Mac wasn't looking. what do you mean, camera telephone?

LAST TEXT RECEIVED: ( nothing. this is the 30's. Australians cant txt anyway. trust. )

LAST TEXT SENT: I would've stayed with you, till the end of your life. You, this, us. it was enough for me. it was more than I ever knew I wanted. ( sent precisely bc she knows it'll never be received )

Put ☎ in my ask for your muses info in my muses phone / accepting. if you're brave. @drmacmillan

[unitleada]

#UNIT LEAD " I AM THE HEAD OF UNIT!" Rani's Kate L.ethbridge-Stewart. Canon Divergent. 25+ follows back from CarbonDated. Private and Extremely Anti R.TD **not affiliated with the BBC, b.ig finish or the UN.

. UNIT RPC SERVER Affiliated with: Starwent & Crazypaving | Triple1st | Whatspoilers UNIT FAM: Strtravels | Spacereflected | Chloevlinder | Earthdcfended | Inventrules & Drmacmillan | Isbrilliant | Wcrpbubble |

. GENERAL

first and foremost. I'm a hater. I just hate things.I hate d.octor who.sdhfjh no I'm kidding. While I have a lot of opinions about the show I wouldn't be here unless I didn't like this show. I love classic who. I love the eu. I love parts of modern who.If you can't handle my criticisms of the show I ask that you either refrain from following me, OR just ask me to tag hate for you.

Heavily plot driven. ( with great, amazing, stellar collaborators) I'm trying to build a UNIT and portrayal of Kate that I feel more aligns to her motto of 'science leads'. I want to build stories here, with verses spanning multiple arcs the way the show would.

please do not let the above intimidate you.I am always looking for new friends to write with. And if multi-para story like threads are not your thing we can just do smaller more sporadic threads instead.

act will vary here. I work 4-5 days atm and when i'm not doing that I'm volunteering.

Kate's backstory is under co. I do not acknowledge certain aspects of d.owntime ( vid and novelisation ) for entirely personal reasons.

. SHIPS AND VERSES.

I am multi-verse, multi-ship. for now. This is always subject to change, I really like the idea of single verse but I find it difficult to execute bc I like writing with everyone so much lmao.

OC friendly. oh I love oc's sm. make ocs please. Only oc's I'll hesitate to write with are child ocs. The only exception to this rule is Brandy's Moira. <3

You have to be 21+ to ship. and 18+ to follow. Kate is bi.

I will not ship her with anyone directly under her on the chain of command. You all know what i'm talking about.

In fact the only time I can see a relationship panning out with anyone at U.NIT is IF they are someone at the top of their dept. bc it's much more a case of just "colleagues" then a weird power imbalance. Please note, even then it will take work. She will be very hesitant to act on any feelings she may or may not have.

. MISC.

Kate is the head of a secret fictional alien investigation taskforce funded by the UN. ofc there's gonna be very obvious political overtones present. Again, if you can't handle that, this isn't the blog for you. I'm a community organiser outside of this. it's kind of everything I am I'm not gonna tone it down for you. <3

Do not follow me if you are a Z.ionist or some other type of idiot. idk. you fill in the blanks.

Rani | South African Tamil | she/her | absolute legend.

[lechatnoir1918]

“Rosie and Mac” for @heavyheadedgal

Something different this week! I tried to get them as accurate as possible but I had some trouble I’ll admit.

I love that these requests are pushing me out of my drawing comfort zone and making me draw new things/ try new techniques. ❤️

Also the background/ lack of detailed background is new but I gotta say I kind of like it because it doesn’t pull the focus away from what’s happening.

[theloversthedreamersandme82]

Mac, Phryne and Dot off on a whirlwind adventure on a train! @steamranger #missfishersmurdermysteries #cosplay #vintage #drmacmillan #phrynefisher #dorothycollins #dorothywilliams #phriends #trains #steamtrain #heritagerailway

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A normal day. A perfectly average little day where nothing happened and no one visited and they sat in the parlour for most of the time, lounging about with nothing to see, nowhere to go. Soft, dappled light seeped in through the thin curtains, casting patterns against their skin. She traced them absently with her hands, tapered fingers brushing first against her own arm and then travelling down the length of the other woman's. ❝ Marry me. ❞ She surprised herself with those words, falling so easily from her lips the way an apple did the tree. So, natural. As if it were meant to be.

@drmacmillan 🩷'd

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❝ ... The ghost of Frederick Federici, oh come on darling! You must have heard of it, you're the local here ... you know, famous opera singer, it's closing night on a production of Faust, he's playing the demon Mephistopheles rather than his usual role as Valetin and then they drop the trapdoor, he descends and it's curtains in more than one way... ❞  She trailed off, shooting Mac a smug little smile, so terribly proud of her little double entendre.

. ❝ it's the same costume. I'm sure. ❞ 

@drmacmillan 🩷'd // accepting.

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incorrect quotes: / @drmacmillan / accepting.

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❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜

She grinned through the pain, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind Mac's ear. Perhaps her warnings came with a reason. River had spent her life running, one adventure after the other. Anything that held an ounce of permanence was almost completely disregarded for the next most exciting thing to come her way.

—— But life here, with Mac? Was full of endless summer days and evenings spent by a dying hearth. She loved every second of it too, almost as much as she loved running about town with their very best friend, Phryne. Perhaps it was time to slow down. Yes, she could do that.

. ❝ Doctor's orders, is it? ❞

meme I can't find // not accepting.

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2pm precisely. Bad form for a time traveller to be late after all. Battered brown suitcase in one arm, coat tucked neatly through the handle, her free hand reaching for her one of her wife's. ❝ Phryne sends her regards. ❞ 

@drmacmillan ♡'d

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A carefully timed sip, delaying the time it took before she could answer.  ❝ I meant it as a figure of speech. Though I suppose, anything's possible .... Even extraterrestrials. ❞

@drmacmillan / accepting.

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“there’s that biting sense of humor that i always adored.”

She rolled her eyes, a sigh of exasperation escaping her. ❝ I suppose you just bring out that side of me darling. ❞ She leaned over to press a quick kiss to her wife's lips. ❝ How was your day? ❞

THEY’RE CREEPY AND THEY’RE KOOKY / no longer accepting.

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❛ how is it you always know what i need, huh? ❜

Orbost - 1939. Snowy River Country in the middle of a summer heatwave was nothing like it's namesake. Seated on a flat boulder by the river's edge, a quaint little picnic blanket underneath the pair of them, River was completely at peace with the world. For a moment, she said nothing, eyes closed, lips curling into a smile as she sunned herself on the dappled patches of light peeking through the treetops high above. She never expected to find the simple life quite so appealing, away from the city, Melbourne's social scene and it's criminal underbelly that she and Phryne were always getting caught up in ... it seemed so far away now. A curious thought crossed her mind, one she had from time to time, but never really felt as wholeheartedly as she did now; the thought she could have an ordinary life and still find it fulfilling. They could move here. Buy a patch of land besides the river, where the ferns hungrily stretched their tendrils to drink from the waters edge and the rain fell hot on a rusted tin roof. Mac could open a practice. She could dabble in an art gallery or join the historic society, something to keep her occupied during the day. In the evening's they'd sit outside under the stars and find it strange that she had ever traversed the space between those little spots of light, when she could have been here with Mac that entire time instead. They could go on living like that forever ... Well, one of them could.

River's eyes flickered open, the moment lost, dismissed as no more than a silly notion. She leaned over and placed a kiss to Mac's cheek. . ❝ Darling, when don't I? ❞ An escape to the countryside. Yes. what a marvellous idea. Too good to make a lifetime of it.

meme I can't find // not accepting.

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A laugh escaped her as she was unceremoniously shifted, folding the newspaper and tossing it onto the side table. ❝ Soon as you finish that....don´t worry I took the liberty of packing for both of us. ❞

The morning train didn't leave for another hour or so, they had time. That was what she loved about this place, time never seemed to run out, everything stood perfectly still. Once upon a time, when she had a different face and an impatience that couldn´t be matched, it would´ve bored her.

❝ ..... Or we could just stay here ..... I´m rather comfortable now. ❞

Coffee in hand, a soft smile curved Dr. MacMillan’s lips. Considering the question, the redhead scooped up her partner’s legs and maneuvered around them, so that, she too could sprawl on the sofa. I was thinking could be a perilous question but not this time.

Once settled, she released River’s legs, which landed with a small thud on her lap. A hand curled absentmindedly around one leg; her thumb stroked bare skin as she sipped on her coffee. “I think that I’ll have to wear a good pair of boots.” Eyes crinkled at the corners. A fond grin, “When are we leaving?”

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Not since 1888 had the Princess Theatre dared to plaster it's front facade with posters of Faust. Which wasn't quite as meaningful when you considered how superstitious theatre folk could be, but didn't it lend a delicious sense of foreboding to the air?

She laughed, linking her arm through one of Mac's, the cool afternoon breeze rifling through the sleeves of her dress even here under the 'safety' of the awning. ❝ Ah, I see, of course. And what would you prescribe to someone who might simply want to enjoy a night out at the theatre with her wife? Two tickets perhaps? ❞

"It's nothing but a story meant to scare children," She countered, eyeing River in fond exasperation. "Or dissuade them from attending the opera," she continued in amusement. Not that she can think of a single child eager to spend their time at one.

She rolled her eyes at the double entendre. "Ha, ha," came her dry chuckle. "That may be." Mac knew better than to distrust her partner''s observational skills. "However, I'm a medical doctor, and last I checked, the costume hasn't harmed anyone."