#save me from scottish doctors (don't)

[darsynia]

Oh my GOD all my favorite moments I'm slain. SLAIN.

Especially this one, folks how did they leave this in, it was SO EARLY ON but LOOK at them. I contend this whole series, every single minute of it, was fanfic to ensure we all knew they're destined to be together. Miss Alice speaking of true love with Zady (after chastising Christy for her seeming interest in Neil, no less!) and looking over to where Christy is standing? Christy saying 'about babies' and Neil saying 'what about them?' in a deep-ass voice while David jealously observes from 70 feet away??

WE WERE ROBBED.

gif set from the 1994 TV show based on Catherine Marshall’s novel “Christy”

[tenthcrowley]

Show: Doctor Who.

Character: Tenth Doctor.

Reader: GN reader / gender not specified.

Summary: You're so convinced this is a dream, it has to be. It's surely your brain imagining all this. While The Doctors still tries to explain and fix things.

The Prologue . Chapter one. | Chapter two | Chapter Three.

DREAMING

Chapter two

The Doctor stays silent. A bit confused to be honest but also intrigued. How would they know about his existence if he's from another universe? He literally cannot exist in another universe, but he has fans. Why? How did this happen?

"Fans?"

"What?"

"I have fans?" He slowly smiles with pride. "Woah, I mean, I know I save the world like, almost every day, but I never knew they could do this! Well, LINDA existed once" Now he's thinking out loud while he walks through your apartment like it's his.

"What?" You follow him around, watching as he enters the little kitchen and grabs a cup to look at it and leave it in the same place.

"You're a fan" His smile becomes wider. "Do you want me to autograph something?" He says in a bit of a mocking tone, but still being real.

"What? No! Well, maybe. But that's not the case" You frown. "Of course you have fans! You're David Tennant! You're The Doctor! Come on, one of the biggest shows in the UK" You roll your eyes. You're annoyed by yourself! It's funny tho, great impression of him.

He laughs. "I can't believe I have my own website" He says with a smile. Didn't last too long that he became serious again, almost a worried look on his face -totally a worried look on his face-. "What do you mean by 'show'?" He walks up to you. "Who's David Tennant?"

You just look at him, very confused. "Oh, come on man. How can I annoy myself so much?" You sigh, walking out if the kitchen to the living. He's walking just behind you.

"Show me the website"

"What for?" You sit on the couch, tired.

"Just show me!"

"Fine! Give me my laptop, it's on the table"

He quickly grabs it and gives it to you. It took you a couple of minutes to turn it on and enter the website.

"See?" You point the different things on it. "Show. Original version and modern continuation. And here you have the different doctors" He reads '10° Doctor David Tennant'.

"That's the man you mentioned" He uses the mouse to click on it. "Season 2? 3? 4? What's this?" He whispers to himself, selecting 'Season 2', opening his eyes wide when he sees his own face. "T-that's me"

You nod. "Of course! It's in Spanish so I don't think you'll understand."

"Oh, don't worry, the TARDIS translates everything"

"...Right" You click the first chapter of season 2 and skip the intro to directly to the episode and see David's face.

The Doctor gulps. "But I-I lived that! What's this?" He says confused.

You sigh, just watching the chapter for like... the fifth time. "I don't know if this is the best or worst dream I've ever had" You look at him again. You had to admit he's very handsome. I mean, you wouldn't bother bother to just look at him. Pretty face.

"Stop saying this is a dream! It's not, believe me I would pretty much know if it was! Now, explain me what's going on right now!" You jump in you place a bit. The screaming took you by surprise. You see the worrying, despair and confusion on his face. It just hurts to see him like this, almost making you forget that this is a dream, I mean, you weren't a ecpathic* monster, you know he's having a bad time.

"Fine" You sigh and look at the laptop placed on your thighs. You pause the video just when David's face pops up and point at him. "That's David Tennant, an Scottish actor and this is the show 'Doctor Who' I told you about. It's about a Time Lord that has a ship, the TARDIS" You point at it. "and travels around the universe and time" You finally look at him. He's even more confused than he was before.

"But that's my life. I lived that. I remember living this" He points the screen of the laptop. "I do travel around with the TARDIS" And points at it. A few more seconds of silent, he doesn't understands how he got here and what's this place. You don't understand why he's acting like that, but still don't want to wake up. "Oh, no. Oh, no, no, no, no, no" He quickly stands up and walks to the TARDIS. It's still broken, he has to fix it.

You just stayed there in the couch. And still tired.

"What are you doing?" You ask loudly so he can here you inside the ship.

He walks out of it to look at you.

"I'm trying to leave this place" He pops back inside. Oh, no, of course you were going to follow him.

"What?"

"See" He walks to you with a... thing, on his left hand. Probably a piece of the ship. And on the right he's holding a hammer. ", I don't how, I don't know why, but the TARDIS brought me here for some reason. This is not a dream, this is not your imagination or something. This is real, I'm real. I crashed into your universe where I seem to be fictional"

You are shocked. Completely shocked. You stay silent, looking directly at his eyes and viceversa. However the human brain is scared about new stuff that it's been drying for its whole existence. So, yeah, you don't believe it.

"Yeah sure!" You laugh out loud. Now the Doctor is annoyed and watching as you suffer a stomachache due to the laugh. "Oh god! This dream is making me so happy. I will so remember this when I wake up" You say in giggles.

"Oh, come on! This is real! My TARDIS is real!" He growls and just runs back to the center. "Why did you break? Huh!" He slams it with the hammer on his hand, but the TARDIS doesn't reacts.

You look at him and then around you.

This definitely couldn't be real. It just can't. You're dreaming. You have to be dreaming. The Doctor, the ship you're in right now, you've seen it all in the show, in a screen. You've seen the cast go around in the set. It's all fiction. It's all fake. How could this be real? It can't be, but somehow you have thus weird feeling on your chest that tells you this is just fine, this feels alright, even if your mind is telling you something completely different. Your gaze now lands on the alien-man screaming at the controls of his space ship, trying to fix whatever is wrong with it and go back home.

Maybe this was real. But how? It's so hard to believe something you've wished for so hard for so long became real.

"How can you be real? I mean. I-I've seen the cast. The exist. So does the books and all" You confusedly murmur, walking towards him.

He looks up at you, he was lying on the floor using his sonic screwdriver to look for errors on the cables it something. You didn't pay much attention to it as you wouldn't understand it.

"Look. There's many different universes. Everything can be or not different. In mine, I'm very real, believe me. In your in just a fictional character" He stops looking at you and keeps inspecting. "I need to get out if here and fix everything because of the Void. I certainly don't want to ruin a while different universe"

Wow. Okay. This may actually be real. You feel the excitement run through your veins and start shacking a bit.

How could this be real? Why? What happened? There's really many universes? The Doctor really exists in one of them? No, but the whole show you've been watching is real? How do the writers would know that? Do they know about this?

*ecpathic: the contrary to empathic.

[idiomagic]

I love books. I've been reading fantasy and science fiction for 50 years. It makes me sad to see so many people on here who haven't read anything published before the 2000s. So. Here's are a few of my recommendations for some of the finest fantasy books ever written. It's not a complete list, by any means, and I'm old and don't know how to do links, so you'll have to look for them yourselves. Trust me, friends, it's worth the effort. The Hound and the Falcon trilogy by Judith Tarr

"Alfred of St. Ruan's Abbey is a monk and a scholar, a religious man whose vocation is beyond question. But Alfred is also, without a doubt, one of the fair folk, for though he is more than seventy years old by the Abbey's records, he seems to be only a youth.

But Alfred is drawn from the haven of his monastery into his dangerous currents of politics when an ambassador from the kingdom of Rhiyana to Richard Coeur de Leon is wounded and Alfred himself is sent to complete the mission. There he encounters the Hounds of God, who believe that the fair folk have no souls, and must be purged from the Church and from the world." Bridge of Birds by Barry Hughart "When the children of his village were struck with a mysterious illness, Number Ten Ox sought a wiseman to save them. He found master Li Kao, a scholar with a slight flaw in his character. Together they set out to find the Great Root of Power, the only possible cure.

The quest led them to a host of truly memorable characters, multiple wonders, incredible adventures—and strange coincidences which were really not coincidences at all. And it involved them in an ancient crime that still perturbed the serenity of Heaven." Silverlock by John Myers Myers "Join an unlikely hero as he watches Moby-Dick sink the Pequod, dodges cannibals on Robinson Crusoe's island, raises a glass with Beowulf, and literally goes to Hell and back.

This rollicking adventure begins with a shipwreck on an island where notable characters of literature, history, and folklore coexist — Hamlet and Oedipus, Don Quixote and Doctor Faustus, Becky Sharp and Daniel Boone. From carousing with Robin Hood to crossing swords with the Green Knight and stealing a ride on Huck Finn's raft, our traveler, A. Clarence Shandon, undertakes a whirlwind tour of the classics." Nine Princes in Amber by Roger Zelazny

"Amber is the one real world, of which all others including our own Earth are but Shadows. Amber burns in Corwin's blood. Exiled on Shadow Earth for centuries, the prince is about to return to Amber to make a mad and desperate rush upon the throne.

From Arden to the Pattern deep in Castle Amber which defines the very structure of Reality, Corwin must contend with the powers of his eight immortal brothers, all Princes of Amber. " Lord Valentine's Castle by Robert Silverberg "Valentine, a wanderer who knows nothing except his name, finds himself on the fringes of a great city, and joins a troupe of jugglers.

Valentine's journey is a long one, a tour through a series of magnificent environments. Fields of predatory plants give way to impossibly wide rivers, chalk-cliffed islands and unforgiving deserts. The prose is unrelentingly dreamlike—no accident given that on Majipoor, dreams rule the minds of great and humble alike." Tam Lin by Pamela Dean "In the ancient Scottish ballad "Tam Lin," headstrong Janet defies Tam Lin to walk in her own land of Carterhaugh . . . and then must battle the Queen of Faery for possession of her lover’s body and soul. In this version of "Tam Lin," masterfully crafted by Pamela Dean, Janet is a college student, "Carterhaugh" is Carter Hall at the university where her father teaches, and Tam Lin is a boy named Thomas Lane. Set against the backdrop of the early 1970s, imbued with wit, poetry, romance, and magic, Tam Lin has become a cult classic—and once you begin reading, you’ll know why. "

[starsoftheeye]

TMagP 17 Reaction

Pre-Episode

I've discovered that acting disinterested literally makes the episodes show up earlier on my youtube account, so I've gotta play mindgames on this app every thursday to get to see the episodes less than half an hour after they release lol

Pre-Statement

Ah Celia is back on her bullshit

Wait did she just nearly get ran over???

I feel bad for laughing at her but her only reaction being "Oh for gods sake" is super funny to me how long has she been doing this

oh hi sam

oh god she missed their date :[

something tells me a habit is going to be made of this, especially considering she literally cannot help it

"it really wasn't" yeah no wonder you nearly became roadkill

theyre so cute i love them

ooh shes mad

Statement

"catalyst" huh, have we heard that before or is this the first time

pfft not the interviewer getting read to shreds

wild theory before i keep going, based on the title "saved copy" and the "identity crisis", "existential horror", "temporal distortion" and "captivity" tags, im going to assume that this person going to therapys having the details of their life copied somewhere for something to replicate and replace them, and the doctors gonna attempt to get rid of them but obviously it didnt work. either that or the guy outside the office does something

as someone whos never done meditation before this is not encouraging me to start

ah office spaces, the worst of cosmic horror

wait did they get teleported or something

tbf if my taxi driver started driving completely the wrong way i'd assume the worst and start "exchanging words" too

oh my god was i right

wait is this copy based on their therapy, a version of themselves with no problems whatsoever? and is this gonna be a "there can only be one" type scenario?

oh wait no i forgot siblings exist

wait nvm them having the same name is weird

"dates and times" so this is where the temporal distortion comes in ig

yup

i'm sticking with the "rich-darrien is a copy trying to assimilate into og-darriens life" theory for now

yeah because thats not normal darrien, even if youre related no-one looks completely identical apart from glasses, teeth colour and a lack of a beer-gut

do they both think the other is the copy, or does sharron just not know?

oh god what is he hiding

does he beat up a real person every time hes upset

of course it was his father that makes sense

oh my god the sound design

oh my god he's the one who assimilated thats so cool

good for sharron i hope shes doing okay

off-topic but i love the way the voices get more real as the statement goes on then go back to their more robotic tone at the end

Post-Statement

as a celia fan i am eating well this week jeez

celia my dear what do you mean by that "not exactly the same though, it is?" girlie what have you done what are you hidinggg

alice!

who was playing the music in the background there?

as someones whos computing department in school consists of keyboard with never-before-discovered types of bacteria wedged between the keys thats valid

alice dyer i love you so much

ah the dyhard is dyharding

ah yes the mutual "i'm traumatised and i know you are too but i don't like you enough to give details on mine or ask about yours so we'll just sit and suffer in silence til the ice somehow breaks" dynamic

also colin mention woohoo i love the scottish man

the computer start up noise and power down noise at the beginning and end of every episode kind of makes me think that someone is watching all of this (maybe us, or more likely someone in-universe)

anyway that was fun, i'm doing this late but this was a nice way to spend my first proper off-day since finishing all my exams

[roxannepolice]

Brain at 4pm: Loooook, I knooow you have that one scene you want to write but... I'm just... not in the mood? Thanks for the candles and music and all, but... naah.

Brain at 4am: I won't let you sleep until you write that down :3

- Give that poor hamster a break - the Master's voice was muffled by the pillow.

- Huh? - the Doctor turned towards the other Time Lord in confusion, only partially caused by a sudden halt to his thoughts.

- The hamster. In the rusty squeeky wheel you call a brain. I can't sleep with the noise.

- Right, as if you cared for some hamster - the Doctor quipped and, shoving his hands in his pockets, came closer to the bed.

- Cute, hungry and agressive... I do feel an affinity to them.

The Doctor snorted. And then, if only to keep other thoughts at bay, he asked a question that's been bothering him since the... cheesecake.

- I was just wondering, you know... What have you been up to between getting sucked through the gate and the Mondasian colony? It was a while, judging by the beard and hair...

- Are you saying I look old? - the Master turned towards him lazily. From where he stood the Doctor could see his amber eyes gleaming in the dark. - And anyway, you figured it out, didnt't you? The Time Lords cured my little condition and kicked me out, then I couldn't drive... I have to wonder, were you this polite with her?

- With who? - the Doctor dodged, clumsily.

- Oh, come on. The girl me. Missy - the Master wrinkled his nose. - Couldn't help the feeling you saw her as... distinct from me, the actual me. I got sucked to Gallifrey because I'm so incompetent and then she pops in with empathy that came from nowhere.

There was hurt just detectable under the Master's scorn, but what he said brought up one of those nasty pussy wounds the Doctor figured out he has to face, whether he likes it or not.

- Was hard to be polite with you after what you did to Bill.

- Ah, of course, because if only I wasn't there, you would have swooped in - once you finished your absolutely necessary show of brilliance - and got her out with only a cyber heart that had nothing to do with dragging her to an epic adventure she was absolutely not iffy about.

- Don't make this my fault - the Doctor's whisper was angrier than a shout could ever be.

- Not saying it was your fault - the Master made a show of how unmoved he was - just a consequence of your action. Or inaction. You know, by the time we got to my room you have already started scribbling on a blackboard. I imagine you could have already reached the lift by then.

- Can't imagine why with such an efficient mind you ended up ruining a perfectly functional colony - the Doctor spat back.

- Well, you met them, not exactly the brightest bunch in the universe - the Master shrugged back.

There was a moment of heavy silence in the darkness. The silence of clouds heavy with thunder.

- Why didn't you stay with me? - the Doctor finally broke it, a light rain deadlier than any noise.

- Oh, I don't know, because my experience with considering what happens when I'm dead is that saving someone's ass gets mocked at best?

- That's just petty.

- Never said I wasn't that. You were there when I executed Bill Gates over a Windows update.

- And apparently you heard some words I said.

The Master cursed quietly, angry at his blunder.

- Ok, I listened, as in registered what you said, but you speech was so incoherent I woulnd't say I heard anything. "Without witness, without reward" this, "you're going to die too, how will that be" that - no accent deserved the butchery the Master did to the Doctor's Scottish one. - So which one is it, without witness, or what about after you die? Seems a bit contradictory to demand no witnesses yet worry about after you die... You'll be dead, what's that to you?

- Much to anyone you might have helped.

- Sounds like a witness to me...

- This is strawman sophistry, you know full well what my point was.

- Urgh, professor, I don't believe I noted that down...

- Just... be kind. Don't turn back on other people. Save them if you can.

- As you did Adelaide Brooks?

This silence was more like the soft ringing after your head gets hit by a brick.

- How... what do you know of Adelaide Brooks? - the Doctor asked quietly, his voice choked. He made so sure to keep his thoughts away from the Bowie Rocket launch throughout the party. So sure, even the Master couldn't have...

- No, I haven't peeked in on your hamster. Didn't have to. That rocket's timeline was as clear on your whole being as waves on a radio. Wasn't hard to figure out the rest. So?... - the Master raised himself on the bed in a way reminiscent of a cat spotting a mouse drowning in a bowl of cream.

- I saved her - the Doctor whispered, without looking at the Master, instead hugging his own chest, his head lowered - and two other crew members. Couldn't save everyone, but I could save them. Her. They were... I saved them, too, but I was saving her... And then she... and then she...

- And then she reminded you laws of time aren't just fancy abstractions made up by Rassilon and Omega during an orgy, only constant flow of musts, musn'ts, wills, won'ts, wants and not wants. How about that.

There was another moment of silence, this one wet with unseen tears.

- That's your problem, Doctor. You believe you can see without being responsible. And, consequently, aren't responsible if you don't see. Responsibility can't see you if you can't see it. And when I tell you one must either rule or serve, becuase that's what responsibility is, you dismiss me as a villain in your fairy tale.

This moment of silence was soft and cold as a burrow in snow.

- Still such eloquence - the Doctor finally said. - But if you do know all this... why destroy?

- That's one easy way to really stop being responsible.

- Easier means more boring - the Doctor echoed the Master's earlier words.

- Guess sometimes - the Master started in silence warmer by bodies pressing against each other in the snow - sometimes boring isn't so ubearable. Don't tell anyone I said this.

The Doctor kept looking at the floor, still hugging his chest. That's not your fault, Donna's voice echoed in his mind. You can't save everyone, echoed his not-own.

Then there was rustle of bedsheets. The Doctor glanced at the Master over his shoulder. He pulled away the covers making a place for him in his bed.

- C'm here.

- What? - the Doctor asked with a disbelieving half-smile.

- Oh, come on, you clearly want to sleep, but don't want to sleep alone, and even you have enough dignity to not get between your evil stepmom and favourite niece, and even I have enough taste to not let you kicked puppy face interrupt the birthday girl getting the presents from her husband. So. Come here.

The Doctor snortled, but undressed to his underwear and got into the Master's bed. The other Time Lord promptly turned his back on him. 

- No cuddling, though, you try to cuddle and I'll bite your arms off.

The Doctor snorted. Pity. As Donna called him out, he did like the Master in this body, and now, and even on the colony ship, there was a certain... softness to his form, which looked traitorously welcoming.

- Are you now saying I'm fat? - the Master hissed without turning back.

- No, not really - the Doctor laughed. - Just... I do like the look. And that's just the thing. You look like you lived quite some time between the gate and the black hole. That's why I asked.

The Master sighed.

- Well, not that I really immediately crashed because I couldn't drive, it was some good, veery good years in between, at least on my side of the experience. But no, not as long as it looks. Still back on Gallifrey, after I was stabilized and had the drums taken away... - the Master swallowed and the cuddling prohibition became even harder to obey - I finally had a moment to look at myself and. What the actual fuck, I looked like a 90s grunge band dropout!

- It was kinda cute - the Doctor laughed. - I liked it.

- You're not exactly known for your taste, dear Melanie will back me up on this if nothing else. But anyway, I figured out I can wait for my hair to grow out, or I can make a good use of some 5 minutes worth of Artron energy.

- You spent 5 minutes of your life to deal with a bad hair day? - the Doctor laughed again.

- A good deal to not have to avoid mirrors for a month! And no, the 5 minutes were for the full set with the beard.

- I like the beard, too.

- Couldn't help but notice.

- I always like you.

- Don't get soppy on my bed.

- You're beautiful.

At that the Master didn't find a flippant response in good timing. He chose to pretend he's already asleep instead. The Doctor took advantage to break the firm no culdding rule, slowly got closer against the other Time Lord's back and placed an arm around his waist. When the only retaliation was a an angry snore, he pressed his mouth to the Master's shoulderblade, too.

And if, after a surprisingly good sleep the Doctor woke up with his hand pressed close between the Master's hearts, well. What happens on birthday parties stays at birthday parties.

[lesbicosmos]

the giggle spoilers!!

my thoughts while watching

seeing david and catherine's names in the credits is making me cry this can't be the last time

shirley!!! kate!!!

mel!!! haven't seen classic but ahh i love that they're bringing classic characters back

OMG THE RETURN OF THE ICON TRINITY WELLS

that laugh is actually terrifying

donnas right they need to just stop and TALK

"i don't know if i can save your life this time" YOU FUCKING BETTER

oh god evil doctor puppet

damn these last two specials are taking the uncanny valley thing and running with it huh

why was donna smacking a puppet on a wall so badass

the HUG 🫶

AMY MENTION! CLARA MENTION!! BILL MENTION!!! AAAAAA

the toy maker's constant changing accent is rly unnerving

"im already running!" icon

sudden spice girls musical moment???

this is utter chaos. i love it.

this is giving the "you could be beautiful" moment with the master from the end of time

WHAT NOT ALREADY

I WASNT EXPECTING THIS YET

ALLONS-Y!! LETS GO!! THE OPPOSITE OF I DONT WANT TO GO OH MY GOD

okay what is happening

NCUTI?? TWO DOCTORS

WHAT

i love him already

LMAO I JUST NOTICED THE OUTFIT SPLIT NCUTI HAS NO TROUSERS

it's giving balloon games at a kid's bday party

the doctor hugging himself must be so therapeutic

THE GOLD TOOTH!! THE MASTER??

ADRIC, RIVER, SARAH JANE MENTIONS!! AND ROSE!! THIS IS TOO MUCH

"to come home" DO YOU HEAR ME SOBBING?? DONNA IS HIS HOME 😭😭

TWO TARDISES???

david went so scottish when he said wheelchair accessible

tardis jukebox??? umm yes!??

WAIT DOES THIS MEAN 14 AND DONNA COULD JUST GO OFF ON THEIR OWN NEW ADVENTURES??? SPINOFF WHEN

14 being part of donnas family 😭😭

david being weird with his eyebrows i love him

HIS FAVOURITE NIECE 😭😭 THE DOCTOR AND DONNA SIBLINGS CANON

"you don't have to stay forever" "we'll see"

actually crying

15S THEME 🛐

[optimisticaudience]

My Top 10 Unhinged Movie Recommendations

This isn't top 10 favorite movies. This is my top 10 movies to recommend when I want to make sure that person NEVER asks me for recs again. When I want to go nuclear in my weird shit(TM) this is what I go with, in ascending order. 10. Freaks by Todd Browning

I love showing this to people. Folks are like "oh hey is this a horror movie?" and then I show it to them. It's not a horror movie, unless Normies are the horror. I love sitting in a room where people slowly realize this isn't a horror moive, but a well done domestic drama. It's just a drama where the cast doesn't look like hollywood stars. It's a god damn masterpiece about a man who is forsaking this family to find mainstream acceptance and how his family fights to save him despite everything. 10/10 Masterpiece. Some folks question whether or not it is exploitative that Todd Browning made this movie. I've made sure the guy is dead so no matter what he's not going to make money either way.

9. The very beginning and very end of Streets of Fire.

Patrick Willems was right about this. Watch the first bit and then skip to the end to get a dramatic epic of rock music, motorcycles, and Wilhem Defoe fighting in a sledgehammer duel. Beautiful movie. Then people request to see the full movie, the fools. I show the full movie because they know not what they do. Then they don't like it. I told them this at the beginning. There are no sledgehammer fights in the middle of the movie. Why watch this if it's not a musical number or hammer time?

8. The Dark Crystal's bootleg director's cut

Cowards watch movies in languages they understand. Sometimes they use subtitles to pretend they are open to new experiences. Watch a god damn movie in a fictional language that no one speaks, you plebians. No subtitles, no explanations. Just watch the movie and have a great experience seeing the puppets portray the story using body language. Expand your horizons. It wasn't made on drugs, it just was made with more courage than you or I will ever have. Get fucking weird before you die.

7. Harry Potter and the Deadly Weapons

The last one was a bootleg reconstructing a lost film. This bootleg creates a new movie. Harry Potter with GUNS. It starts with an old guy shooting out all the lights in a street, and keeps on going from there. You want to see true cinema? Watch Emma Watson shoot Neville Longbottom in the face.

6. Lo

Romance is dead. There was a romance here. But it got killed and dragged to hell. This man is trying to summon love from hell. All he summons is ham and also overly dramatic soundtrack. Most of the movie is two actors sitting in the dark being assholes to each other. They actually have amazing chemistry. The Demon, Lo, is amazing and my scrungly blorbo or whatever the fuck people say. It's also a musical.

5. The Man From Earth

This is actually just a good movie. It's like what if a movie was also a bunch of smug people's podcast. However, they all are used to being smug and podcasting as most of them are from Star Trek. Beautiful and wonderful performances about a bunch of nerds arguing about a caveman Buddhist Jesus. It's a palate cleanser for what else is in store.

4. Existenz

People like to talk about Cronenberg and how shocking Videodrome is or something like that. Thing is people don't talk about this weird shit as much. David Cronenberg is a gamer and he made the ultimate gamer movie: where the scary stuff is physical contact and metaphors for sex. Watch people graft new orfices on to shove gaming consoles into them. What if the matrix had a gun that shoots teeth? Yeah it doesn't have the gunfingerpenis from other cronengerg movies. However it does have a game controller made of asymmetrical nipples.

3. Lair of the White Worm

Scottish Snake Vampires. That's actually pretty cool and sounds great. Hugh Grant and the Doctor from Doctor Who have a bromance. Why is it on here? Because the director was too horny. Random nudity is the most tame and normal part of this movie. I am not against the human body being used in art. I also think people shouldn't be ashamed of their bodies.

Except this director. He ends the movie with Hugh Grant lifting up Peter Capaldi's kilt and Capaldi bites him. Want to make movie night uncomfortable for everyone? Show this. Porn is less horny.

2. Wizards

This movie has so many great bits. The thing is you know about the great bits because no one wants to watch the whole thing. Imagine a movie with all the issues of Lair of the White Worm, while also made by a man who is by volume 80% cocaine, 10% rivalry with R. Crumb, and 10% mommy issues. Then have Mark Hamil show up for like five minutes. Then turn it into a commentary on fascist propaganda. It's the greatest artistic achievement in making movies that will make no one happy at movie night.

Possession (uncut version)

This is the nuclear option. If i don't want people to talk to me ever again, I'll show them this movie. You want to see a film made by the most Divorced man ever? Sure let's watch this. Elon Musk wishes he was this movie, but he, like everyone who sees this film, is a coward. The fucked up film that was banned in the UK for decades tells us the truly greatest fear of men: A version of the man who is a better husband than they are, especially if it's a living pile of raw viscera that is better at satisfying their spouse in bed.

No one i've shown this movie to has talked to me afterwards. I use it like pest control folks used DDT back in the day. Ironically, the movie has the same effect on Condor eggs. One day, however, i will show this to someone and they will like it. In that case, I will have three options:

-The person will be my new best friend.

-The person will be a cinderella-glass-slipper true love fit for me.

-This person will kill me in the next 24 hours.

All three of these will be true. The person who fits this will inherit my social media accounts, and be cursed with them until they complete this cycle again with someone else.

Anyways thank you for liking and subscribing to my Ted Talk.

[chocolatepot]

2.02 thoughts!

DAMN Crowley talking to the goats about himself, basically, yeah? God will destroy you for no fucking reason.

Muriel is such a John Finnemore idiot character. Love that.

My ambivalence to Ineffable Bureaucracy aside, Gabriel remembering the song even after putting all of his memories into a fly is pretty sweet. (Gabriel is also such a John Finnemore idiot. He writes great idiots.)

This whole thing with the Scottish pub's jukebox feels like something that should have been given to Maggie to investigate, maybe. Like all of the stuff that the human characters were able to look into for the viewers' benefit in s1/the book - it feels like too much of a digression for Aziraphale when there's so much going on in the plot. I feel like it could have helped to make things less jam-packed.

Aziraphale doing the little miracle to get the guy out of his seat (and seeming to be closed to get away from street association man) - again, a little selfishness!

When I first watched this ep I KNEW he was going to characterize Maggie as having a "pash".

I don't like the Jane Austen joke ... I know I'm being a killjoy/taking it too seriously. A friend pointed out that it's very Doctor Who-ish and it is. We don't have TIME for stupid jokes, there is too much plot to cover.

Truly love that Peter Davison is Job and Ty Tennant is Job's annoying gay son. "Bildad the Shuite" is so silly that it really pleases me.

The first time in history that Crowley insists to Aziraphale that "no I really am evil and awful, I'm such a bad guy"? And he's immediately proven wrong.

I always liked the idea that Aziraphale discovered the pleasures of human food himself (with pleasure in physical comforts and food/drink being his own personal love of the Earth to mirror Crowley's), but it being something that Crowley introduces him to, as supreme lover of Earth, works as well.

Aziraphale being jealous that Job gets to speak to God (when was the last time God actually interacted with any angels besides Metatron? is she talking to the archangels, even?) when God is just lecturing him like an asshole, asking him questions he obviously has no answer to ...

I am such a child, the "reach into his robe - no, higher" joke really landed with me.

I feel like Gabriel and Michael would have questioned the number of children being given, since she was supposed to have seven? Also makes me wonder if the poor woman still conceives seven more times, since that was apparently divinely ordained. (I guess she could still miscarry. I just want to save her from seven births at her age.)

The "our car, our bookshop" conversation hits so well on a second viewing - but again, so selfish. There is no way he has ever considered the car shared until the moment that he needed it!

Pride and Prejudice foreshadowing/parallel - Gabriel sort of was an angel in possession of a "good fortune" as supreme archangel, and the first line is sarcastic, but he did find himself in want of a wife, of sorts. I'm connecting the dots! (You haven't connected shit.)

The interesting thing about Aziraphale's abusive relationship with Heaven/God is that it's a staple of fic, yet ... not quite like this. The focus in my experience is usually on him being directly bullied rather than on the doubt engendered in him by God/Heaven doing shitty things and his fears about what doubting would mean (though tbf I don't read as much GO fic as I do OFMD fic). I'm sort of eager to see if people jump on this.

Crowley thinks he's so adorable when he's freaking out about being "fallen". So cute so cute so cute. How does David Tennant load so much affection into his smile? And the "as far as he can" callback ... *chef's kiss* It is interesting to me how in/after s1 I was very into the dynamic where Crowley gets off on protecting Aziraphale, and now I am kind of like "... he's been GIVING for so many centuries, when is Aziraphale going to turn around and match that?" Some of that is obviously echoes from having seen the finale, but some is definitely what I was thinking as I watched the first time. (Presumably the answer is "in s3," obviously.)

[biscuits-of-bagend]

DnDoc, A Man's a Man #1 - Best Friends

Previous stories: DnDoc, Coming Home DnDoc, Space Band

The title of this story is also the title of my favourite song by the Scottish poet, lyricist and song collector, Robert Burns. The lyrics can be found on the Scottish Poetry Library website and my favourite performance of it is by Paolo Nutini (though he does skip one of the verses). I realise this is not relevant at all for this chapter, but it's central to the story as a whole, so putting that at the start here but will re-link at the top of the next chapter too.

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Ruby wandered around the console room of the TARDIS like it was the last day of school, sneaking little touches on the strangest looking controls and browsing the star map the Doctor had loaded up on the holo-projector. The Doctor was still next door in Rogue's ship; at least she hadn't heard him come back into the TARDIS at any point last night. The TARDIS hummed quietly, waiting.

   "Heyyyy," the Doctor said as he peeked his head in the door. "You're up."

   "I - yeah," said Ruby. She pointed up back towards the sleeping quarters. "I'd been awake in my room for a little while, just thought I'd come down and wait here, hope that's alright."

   The Doctor jogged up the walkway and put his hand on her shoulder. "Of course that's alright, Ruby. Sorry, I - um, I hope it wasn't too weird by yourself in here last night."

   Ruby took in his concert-going outfit from the night before. She'd put her normal clothes on when she woke up this morning, but of course all the Doctor's clothes had been through here in the TARDIS. Oh God, this was his walk of shame! Like he'd pulled someone in a nightclub and had to walk through the streets in the cold at 7am the next morning to get to work on time.

   "Doctor," said Ruby, putting her hand on top of his. "It's fine. Please do not worry about me or about this being awkward. I am so happy for the two of you."

   The Doctor smiled and pulled her into a hug. "Aw, you're the best, Ruby. I am so lucky."

   "Oh yeah, getting lucky left right and centre, you are," said Ruby as they drew apart.

   The Doctor gasped. "Ruby Sunday, I am scandalised."

   Ruby laughed as the Doctor squeezed her hand with a massive grin.

   "No but seriously, I was talking to Rogue about this when we woke up. I do not want you feeling left out at any point, okay," said the Doctor.

   His night must have made him extra sprightly because he sprang up and perched on one of the railings around the console area. Ruby followed suit and sidled up beside him.

   "He did save my life," said Ruby. "I think that kind of shows respect for our friendship, wouldn't you say?"

   "True, true," said the Doctor. "But at the start of something like this, sometimes the rest of the world can get a bit blurry, because you and whoever you're with are moving so fast." The Doctor put his arm around her shoulder. "And I never, ever want you to get blurry for me. Not even for a second. That’s what I told Rogue. I was very firm, no uncertain terms and all that."

   "And what did he say?" said Ruby.

   "He said it was five-thirty in the morning."

   "Aren't these both time machines?"

   "That’s what I said! See, you get me, Ruby Sunday."

   "Alright, well don't start bitching about your boyfriend just yet, eh?"

   The Doctor burst out laughing and nearly toppled backwards. He grabbed hold of the railing in the gap between his legs and dragged himself back upright.

   "We're just figuring each other out," he said. "Turns out Rogue has an incredibly strong internal body clock. But no, he was lovely about it, once I woke him up."

   Ruby wiggled her eyebrows. "Oi oi."

   "Shut the fuck up." The Doctor cackled, kicking his legs in the air. "I woke him up by going on and on about how much you mean to me."

   Ruby had to hop off the railing because she was laughing so much and she didn't trust her dexterity saving throws as much as the Doctor's. At that moment, the TARDIS door opened again and Rogue shuffled in, also in last night's clothes. Well, just the jeans and the Captain Crash t-shirt. He'd wiped off the make-up and his hair was a bit of a mess.

   "Oh, morning both," he said. He pointed with his thumb down towards the wardrobe. "Mind if I go have a rummage?"

   "Go for it," said the Doctor.

   "I put that merch The Earthlings gave us down there," said Ruby.

   Rogue grinned. "Excellent."

   He emerged not long later wearing an open blue button-down shirt over a white t-shirt with an Earthlings logo in the middle, and loose-fitting black jeans, plus some baseball shoes.

   "Alright, what are we up to today?" he said, walking up to the console, where Ruby and the Doctor had been looking at the star map. He looked to Ruby as he said it.

   "Oh, yes, that's right," said the Doctor. "The end of our conversation was that we decided it'd be up to you today. Wherever and whenever you like, Ruby, whether the sonic cloud is interested or not. So, where do you want do go?"

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Part 2

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[Image description: 35 images centered around Amy Pond from Doctor Who. They are a mix of stills from the show, exceprts from scripts, and Discord messages.

Image 1: Discord: Amy was highly neglected as a child and subjected to various traumatic experiences that (highlight) she was expected to deal with on her own or in the presence of very unsympathetic adults(end highlight); this is not conjecture, this is all based on what we can see on screen throughout season 5 scenes with young Amelia.

Image 2: Screencap. The elevneth Doctor is leaning on a stove. He is grinniing and looking at a young Amerlia, who is stirring a pot on the stove

Image 3: Text: Doctor: I know. So, your aunt, where is she? Amelia: She's out. Doctor: And she left you all alone? Amelia: I'm not scared.

Image 4: Discord: When she prays to Santa in the beginning, she assures him that "it's an emergency" — which displays the internal mindset of a child who doesn't think she can ask for things outside of holidays or emergencies. She prides herself on not being scared by most things, even into adulthood, mostly (highlight) because she knows that she has to rely on herself first to save herself (end highlight).

Image 5: Screencap. Young Amelia and the Doctor stand at the base of a staircase. The Doctor talks to Amelia.

Image 6: Discord: This is all before the Doctor comes into the picture. (Highlight) The Doctor is inherently different from all of the adults in Amelia's life, because he does not treat her with condescension (end highlight). He views her concerns about the crack in her wall as valid and warranted. He hears the voice coming from the wall. He knows that grown-ups lie, and he wants to be seen as more trustworthy than other grown-ups. He doesn't even deny Amelia's request to come with him in his time machine; he simply answers that it's not safe and he'll be back in five minutes when it is. He says "Trust me, I'm the Doctor." (Highlight) Amelia trusts him. He leaves (end highlight).

Image 7: Text: Doctor: You're Amelia. Amy: And you're late. Doctor: Amelia Pond. (Highlight) You're the little girl (end highlight). Amy: I'm Amelia and you're late. Doctor: What happened? Amy: (Highlight) Twelve years (end highlight).

Image 8: Screncap. Shot of Amy's skirt and legs.

Image 9: Discord: This was when she started to become aware that the people around her could look at her in a different light than she was accustomed to (namely, the crazy Scottish girl who kept talking about her imaginary friend as if he was actual fact.) (Highlight) Instead, she was perceived through the lens of her physical attractiveness (end highlight) - and in that process, she becomes a different person in their eyes.

Image 10: Screencap. Amy looking shocked

Image 11: Text: Doctor: And what sort of job's a kissogram? Amy: (Highlight) I go to parties and I kiss people (end highlight). With outfits. It's a laugh. Doctor: (Highlight) You were a little girl five minutes ago (end highlight).

Image 12: Discord: And then the Doctor comes back. And (highlight) the Doctor is affronted by all of the things Amy has done to feel mature and in control (end highlight) - you were a little girl five minutes ago! (Highlight) What happened to that little girl who I came back for? (End highlight) She grew up. Oh, you never want to do that.

Image 13: Text: Amy: I don't believe you. Doctor: Just twenty minutes. Just believe me for twenty minutes.

Image 14: Screencap. The Doctor talks to Amy, who holds an apple.

Image 15: This makes everything more complicated for Amelia, because he does not come back… but she doesn't give up her trust in him, her faith. She holds onto the belief of him coming back for her for years - and the more people try to wrest it out of her hands, the more she clings onto it. (Highlight) This is doubly hurtful for Amy's self-image, because now she can no longer be seen as mature and self-possessed - now she's childish, a little girl who's fixated on her imaginary friend (end highlight). Nobody else will treat her with the same lack of condescension that the Doctor afforded her; no one will believe her. Even Rory, her closest friend, openly admitted to pretending to believe about the Doctor. (Highlight) She's stuck between two places she hates: being seen as stubbornly childish, like a silly — or worse, crazy - kid who won't accept reality, or giving up her faith in her own lived experiences, something she knows to be true (end highlight).

Image 16: Screencap. Young Amelia pulls up a curtain and looks out a window.

Image 17: Text: Zero: Poor Amy Pond. Still such a child inside.

Image 18: Screencap. Amy looks serious.

Image 19: Text: Amy: I grew up. Doctor: Don't worry. I'll soon fix that.

Image 20: Screencap. Amy is in her bedroom, lying on her bed. The TARDIS is in the corner, and the Doctor is talking to her

Image 21: Discord. That gives her a kind of power, too - if she knows that someone is attracted to her, she can make them do whatever she wants (which is a fair bit of the basis of Amy and Rory's early relationship, anyway.) (Highlight) She relishes having that power (or the illusion of that power) because her early childhood experiences are so deeply characterized by powerlessness (end highlight) - she is powerless from being left alone all the time, powerless to bring the Doctor back. But in this, (highlight) she gains power, which gives her a sense of worth. The idea of losing that scares her, because she's not sure what she would have left without it (end highlight).

Image 22: Screencap. Close-up of Amy on the bed. She looks a nit taken aback

Image 23: Text: Doctor: I'm nine hundred and seven, and look at me. I don't get older, I just change. You get older, I don't, and this can't ever work.

Image 24: Screencap. Amy in the TARDIS. The camera is focused on her legs

Image 25: Discord: By the time the Doctor meets her at 19 and 21, (highlight) she has become so entrenched in the mindset that relationships inherently involve some kind of transaction; nothing is simply given (end highlight). She does not believe that the Doctor would simply want her around without also wanting her. And

Image 26: Text: Amy: Oh come on, you turn up in the middle of the night, Get me out of my bed in my nightie, Which you then don't let me change out of for ages, And take me for a spin in your time machine. No, no, you're right no mixed signals there, that is just a signal. Doctor: That is not why you're here. Amy: (Highlight) Then why am I here (end highlight)?

Image 27: Screencap. The Doctor talking to Amy

Image 28: Discord: And while, sure, I think Amy's genuine attraction to the Doctor plays into it, I mostly view that scene as an extension of (highlight) her long-internalized mindset that her beauty and her sexuality is tied up with her worth (end highlight).

Image 29: Text: Dream Lord: But listen. You're in there. Loves a redhead, the Doctor.

Image 30: Screencap. Rory looks at a tired Amy, who stares into the distance

Image 31: Text: Rory: I want the other life. You know, where we're happy and settled (Highlight) and about to have a baby (end highlight). Amy: But don't you wonder, if that life is real, (highlight) then why would we give up all this (end highlight)? Why would anyone? Rory: We have to grow up eventually. Amy: Says who?

Image 32: Screencap. Amy and Rory are in a dark room. Amy has a blanket around her shoulders

Image 33: Screencap. A pregnant Amy is sitting down, eating fish sticks and custard. Rory kneels in front of her

Image 34: Text: [deleted] Amy: I'm not the first person you've taken with you in the box. I mean, I know that. I'm not even the, what, the hundredth. (Highlight) And one day I'll get eaten, or I'll grow up, or, or meet someone and get married (end highlight), and then you'll stare off moodily into the distance whenever people mention me.

Image 35: (Highlight) If she grows up too much, she will lose everything (end highlight). End description.]

[Plain text: amy pond: on beauty, ageing and birth ( part two here )

[ all text with grey background is from the lovely @amelia​​​​ <3 the most accomplished amy scholar of our time || the eleventh hour, flesh and stone, meanwhile in the tardis, amy’s choice, S5 draft of the doctor’s wife ]. End plain text]

@dw-described

amy pond: on beauty, ageing and birth ( part two here )

[ all text with grey background is from the lovely @amelia​​​​ <3 the most accomplished amy scholar of our time || the eleventh hour, flesh and stone, meanwhile in the tardis, amy’s choice, S5 draft of the doctor’s wife ]

[gruwidgea]

This year I got back into Doctor Who, and started writing a fanfic with Donna and 10, its very rough but I'm proud with what I have so far.

Any comments or advice would be appreciated!

I don't usually write fanfics and when I have they've always been short stories that I wrote for myself...

Here's the draft!:

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The Doctor and Donna land the tardis in a woodsy area.

The Tardis’s door swings open and we see the 10th doctor, wearing a bucket hat, pop his head out with a fishing rod, picnic basket, and folding chair bunched underneath his arms. He looks around him as a large grin grows on his face. As he walks out Donna is close behind him. She’s wearing outdoorsy, holiday clothing; runners, a cap, and sunglasses, and looks excited, until she looks around at where she is. “Oh wow, the woods. A time machine that can travel into space and time and you took me to a bloody forest? I thought you said we’d being going to some alien, future, glamp stop”

“I said we’d be going to an alien, but simplistic, camp spot! No wifi, no electricity, no plumbing, just the great outdoors of 60’587 Fenatware! The number one camping planet in the galaxy, well, it is until about *check watch* 3 years, 5 months, 23 days, and 6 hours from now when Olymotarg is discovered by human settlers. Always preferred Fenatware though. So much more…”

Donna: *donna starts to open a folding chair and struggles* Boring

Doctor: Alive! Olymotarg is mostly an uninhabited planet, no birds, insects, fish, bugs, mammals, or marsupials, perfect for clean, family friendly camping…”

Donna snaps the folding chair while struggling

Doctor: and where’s the fun in that! People camp to get dirty! Run into some funny little creatures! Become one with nature!

Donna: Yeah well soon my foot and your arse are about to be one if you don’t help me with this SODDING CHAIR!

The doctor gets out of his daydream and helps donna set up the picnic blanket.

Donna: I mean I guess it’s pretty but…this place just looks like any old woods to me. With trees and dirt and…wood.

Doctor: Aw see that’s where this place gets you! It makes you think *doctor begins speaking in a scottish accent* “oh it’s is just a wee quaint woods with trees and grass” then BAM! * he grabs hold of donna and points to the sky* YOU SEE A 3 HEADED PHIGO DUCK FLY OVER, WITH A WING SPAN OF 20 FEET, AND TAIL FEATHERS BURSTING WITH COLOUR AND VIVITY-

As the doctor and donna look up they see a flock of geese fly over them in the distance, the doctor stops mid sentence.

Donna: They’re okay I guess, just kinda look like geese to me…

Donna goes back to setting up

Doctor: No but…that’s not right the birds on this planet are huge, *puts his glasses on* I’ve seen them. I’ve RIDDEN one!

Donna screams from behind the doctor, he quickly pulls out his sonic

 

Doctor: DONNA WHAT IS IT?! WHATS WRONG?!

Donna: THERES A BLOODY SPIDER ON THE BLANKET!

DOCTOR: GET BACK! THE SPIDERS ON THIS PLANET HAVE A VENOM THAT CAN INDUCE A HIGH LIKE YOU’VE NEVER SEEN!

Donna:: Oh well that doesnt sound too bad

Doctor: well yeah, but we’ll save the psychedelics for after we’ve set up camp.

Donna: AHH THERE IT IS

The doctor points his sonic at…a common forest spider.

Doctor:...wait but…that’s just a spider.

Donna: Yeah, I know, we’ve established that, now GET. RID. OF. IT.

The doctor picks up the spider gently with his hand and lets it crawl around his hand and arm.

Doctor: No I mean… the spiders here have 16 legs, 38 eyes and glow a dark blue in the dark. * the doctor covers his hand around the spider and peeps in to his closed hands* but this one’s just…* he lets the spider go on a tree* that’s just a common spider. *the doctor starts looking at the tree and tears a leaf off quietly apologizing to the tree, he analyses it*

Donna: Right, okay, and so what I’m gathering from the guess and bugs is that the Tardis screwed up again and sent us to…god knows where.

The doctor looks defeated and disappointed.

Womans voice: um excuse me?

The Doctor and donna turn around to see two human hikers looking at the both of them strangely. The doctor takes his glasses off.

Woman: Are you two lost? 

The Doctor, puts his sonic in his pocket: Lost?! NO! No! We’re not lost, I just um…We’re just on a hike exploring the woods! Checking out this gorgeous…boring forrest. 

Awkward silence

DOnna: Yes, we’re lost and he refuses to admit it.

Doctor: OY! We are not lost!

Donna: Okay, where are we then?

Doctor: Uhhh…well…I think North America?

Donna turns to the hikers: Hi, I’m Donna, and this is The Doctor.

Woman: Doctor? Doctor who?

Donna: mhm.

The Doctor starts putting his ear up to the Tardis and speaks to it: come on girl, you’re doing this a bit too often to me it’s getting embarrassing. *he starts to walk up to the hikers* Hey, bit of a favor, me and my friend here, I'll admit it! We're lost haha... Got a bit too carried away with our hike,uh could you tell us, oh, where we are? And what year it is? And what planet?

Woman: um…west virginia, 2008…Earth?

Donna: you promised me an alien forrest, and you brought me to the bloody US?

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The Doctor and Donna enter a diner, Donna looks relieved, and the doctor looks puzzled.

Donna: UGH! FINALLY! CIVILISATION! *she walks out to the counter* 

The doctor is flicking though a note book and mumbling to himself, he walks over to a booth and sits down.

Doctor: This makes no sense, that’s a difference of 50 billion miles and nearly 50 thousand years how could the Tardis have… 

Donna off screen: Doctor!

Doctor: hm?

We see Donna with 2 mugs of coffee, she nods over to where the doctors sitting, and we see that he has sat down in a booth that a small family was already sitting in.

The Doctor: Oh! Sorry got a bit lost in thought.

Donna sits down on the table with the two coffees and the doctor gets up and follows suit. But he continues to day dreaming and mumbling to himself

Donna snaps in his face while opening a sugar packet.

Donna: OY stop day dreamin… What are you on about

Doctor: The Tardis, it’s the Tardis. *the doctor puts the note book down and flips a few pages, then without looking takes a handful of sugar packets and starts emptying each one into his coffee without looking* Look she hasn’t always been the easiest to steer, but there’s no way I could have driven her this off course, not this time. 

Donna: okay…why, what makes this time any different?

Doctor: Well because I’ve been to Fenatware countless times, I’ve brought almost every friend I’ve had there at some point, its one of my most visited planets in the Tardis next to Earth. The Tardis should have been locked on to that planet easily, and it’s over a billion miles from this planet and a few 10s of thousands of years away, to steer this off course it’s like she just…refused to let us go.

Donna: What like…she stopped us from going to Fena…Fenatw….that planet? How she’s…it’s just a machine right.

Doctor: well…Tardises are kinda soughta living… in a manner of speaking. Kinda like how coral is alive but if coral could also calculate advanced equations needed to travel though space time…So really nothing like coral, forget I said the coral thing.

Donna: So if it…she doesn’t want us going there, maybe it’s for a good reason. You did say that place had giant chickens and druggo insects maybe it thought it was…idk unsafe.

Doctor: If the Tardis stopped me from going places that were unsafe then I would probably be on my 3rd regeneration. No it’s something else. She chose to drop us off here but…why…

Just as the doctor finishes his sentence a man bargers into the room: THERES BEEN A NEW SIGHTING! 

The doctor and donna perc up.

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Exterior, center of the town, a medium sized crowd gathers around a statue of a weird monster made of brass, with a Man shouting standing in front of it.

Man: I saw it! I saw it with my own eyes! He's back! The caller of death has returned!

Donna: caller of death?

Doctor: That statue looks familiar…why does it look familiar?

Man: Like a moth to a flame the beast has come back to this town to warn us of coming tragedy. I spotted it on my barn mere days before it caught alight and burnt down my home. And i saw it again today!

Doctor: I know I recognise that statue some whe-...wait did he say moth?

The doctor looks around to see store fronts around him with plush toys of the beast, restaurants with the monster as its mascot, graffiti and murals of it on the side of buildings

Doctor: OH OF COURSE! WEST VERGINIA! HOW COULD I HAVE FORGOTTEN! 

Donna: forgotten what?

Man: Today! I saw the signs of! THE MOTHMAN!

The man moves aside and we see a plaque on the statue: LEGEND OF THE MOTHMAN.

INTRO

TITLE:

LEGEND OF THE MOTHMAN

The doctor narrates over a scene

D: On a chilly, fall night in November 1966, two young couples drove into the TNT area north

of Point Pleasant, West Virginia…

*we see a car driving in the dark, and the young passengers aboard. They’re talking to each other and laughing, enjoying their night. They pull up to a curve and see two red lights in the distance growing bigger*

D:..when they realized they were not alone.

The light comes closer and closer as the kids look out, and hear a screech.

D: What they saw that night has evolved into one of the great mysteries of all time..

The teens try to start the car again but it gets stuck, they try and they try again. They all scream and the car starts. They turn the car around and race away, but they see the lights behind them catching up to them. It flies over their heads and shakes the whole car, lighting the scene red for a second.

D: ..hence the Mothman Legacy began.

We see the moon lit horizon, and a faint silhouette of a man sized thing with a large wing span flys into it, towards the moon.

Doctor: It has grown into a phenomenon known all over the world by millions of

curious people asking questions, 

What really happened? 

What did these people see? 

We see a shot from underneath the Mothman, faint, flying over the forest below.

Doctor: Has it been seen since? 

We come back to the Doctor wearing his glasses, reading the plaque underneath Mothmans statue.

Doctor: “It still sparks the world's curiosity - the mystery behind Point Pleasant, West Virginia's

MOTHMAN.” ahh I love a good cryptid! Don’t you?

Donna is cupping a to-go coffee cup and is looking around at all the stores and restaurants. 

Donna: What’s a cryptid?

Doctor: it’s those monsters that people THINK they’ve seen or have very little evidence to them being real. Like Big Foot or Nessy. Some of them are just stories, but you’d be surprised how many are real.

Donna: What, Nessies real?

Doctor: Yep, met it once. 

Donna: STOP IT! You met nessie?

Doctor: Yep…at least I think I did my memories a bit fuzzy on that one, I do know the species that the Flatwoods Monster is though, Gar-tarpazons, they’re a traveling species, always caravaning from one system to another, never in one place for long. We get along pretty well.

*while the doctor was talking donna took out her phone and started looking stuff up* 

Doctor: You weren't listening to me were you

Donna: huh, Mothman’s telepathic?

Doctor: what? 

The doctor becomes curious and gets up from the ground, looking at donnas phone*

Donna: “it’s thought that the Mothman has the ability to predict the future telepathically, as it has been reported to be seen in places days before a disaster in said area occurs. The sight of the Mothman is a bad omen for all” huh, not the most ridiculous thing I’ve heard of. At least not since traveling with you.

Doctor:...Telapathic…No…

Donna: Doctor?

Doctor: no,NOOOO, no, No? NO! NOOOO! Ah well no…NO! DONNA I GET IT NOW! 

Donna: Get what?

Doctor: The Tardis! I get why the Tardis brought us here!

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The doctor and Donna enter the Tardis, the doctor is excited and Donna looks confused.

Donna: Okay so are you going to tell me cause you just exclaimed you knew and then power walked for 3 miles completely silent.

Doctor: The Psychic Circuit! * he takes off his blazer and throws it over a piller, rolling up his sleeves* The Tardis has a psychic circuit, it allows those with telepathic abilities to communicate with the Heart of the Tardis, it’s how I’m always able to know where I’m stearing her and if she’s got any problems! *he crawls underneath the Tardis console and sparks start to fly on the control board*

Donna: you’re telepathic?

Doctor: Slightly yeah

Donna: How many fingures am I holding up

Doctor: I’m not THAT telepathic…but 3

Donna takes her hand from behind her back, 3 fingers are held up. She seems a little impressed,

Doctor: This Tardis is slightly damaged and a little bit stubborn *sparks fly* OKAY OKAY I’M SORRY, a little bit persistent. Which means sometimes it’s hard to tell where I’m going and we get situations like we usually do!

Donna: You driving us to the middle of no where.

Doctor: AH! But that’s the thing! It’s never no where! Whenever we land somewhere we didnt want to, it’s possible that its the psychic circuit was picking up on brain waves of distress, brain waves that alter where I’m steering to. But usually it’s never been to this bad of a degree. *struggling* AHAHA! YES I WAS RIGHT!

*the doctor comes out of the console covered in soot and with his hair smoking*

Doctor: If there really is a Mothman, and it really does have a psychic ability linked to the time stream, it’s entirely possible that Mothman called out in distress to the Tardis through space and time, and dragged us all the way to west virginia 2008! And after just checking the Psychic Circuits history *donna gives the doctor a rag from the picnic basket* oh thank you * he wipes his face all over it* THAT IS WHAT HAPPENED!

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Your wips all sound so amazing!! could you tell us more about 10 and 14 🥺 ?

hello, of course!!! text below the cut since this is longggggg 💖

10 "ElevenRose proposal thing" was just me rambling a bit after seeing this post; it's only like a page long and I don't really have any plans for it, and I'm guessing I'd need to ask the artist if I wanted to post it? I don't really know how fan-interaction-etiquette works. Here's the opening though:

Like most things in his life, it hadn’t been planned. And similarly like most things in his life, he wishes it had been.

Like most of his moments with Rose, he couldn’t help it. Something about her simply obliterated any brain-to-mouth filter that he tried to construct, leaving him utterly helpless to control himself and his silly mouth when confronted by a sparkle in her eyes and that lovely, tongue-touched smile. He supposed that maybe it scored a point or two for romance--his inability to refrain from handing her both of his hearts on a silver platter, as if she hadn’t already stolen them quite a long time ago. But she deserved more, meticulous planning and thoughtful gestures and smooth romance and gentlemanly charm and extravagant treatment and--

Well, everything.

14 "an ElevenRose reunion fic where Rose parented Jenny and Jack tries to call her when Jenny gets arrested, but he accidentally also calls Eleven’s TARDIS when he has all three Ponds on board, and yeah, it’s kind of a mess. I also gave up on this one but can’t bear to delete yet" is in fact a disaster. I can’t imagine I’d ever continue this one because I’d have to redraft most of it but it was pretty fun while I was working on it.

So basically Rose and Tentoo were together and travelling in their own TARDIS for a long time; Tentoo knew he couldn't protect Rose to the extent his Time Lord self could've, so he'd built all sort of alien superspy gear for them to give them every advantage possible. But she didn't age and he eventually died and she kept travelling on her own but she obviously didn't really take care of herself; the first chapter is her dying to save a group of women that she broke out of prison in the midst of trying to stop a sex trafficking mess (she has grenade earrings and shit like that, it's pretty fun), and then waking up in her original universe courtesy of Bad Wolf.

The second chapter, which I never finished because I skipped right to the middle, would've been her crashing on Messaline on the day the Doctor left and running into Jenny, who Tentoo would've told her about; she'd raise Jenny and eventually take on companions. Fun detail that I didn't write enough to fully include yet: she and Tentoo had lifeline bracelets that sort of let each other know they were okay and tracked each other's vitals; she gave his to Jenny after they'd bonded a bit, and that does quite a number on Eleven's hearts to see.

Eventually (yeah, don't ask me how long this thing was gonna roll for, I don't know) Jenny will try to do something good but go about it the wrong way and will be imprisoned on a planet Rose has good relations with; unfortunately, Jack will be the one to find out (Rose will obviously keep in touch with everyone in the way the Doctor is garbage at) and when he calls the TARDIS it will call both TARDISes. Here's part of that chapter:

The insistent beeping of the TARDIS console is what finally draws the Doctor out of his burrow beneath the grating.

“Surely those wires weren’t that important,” he grumbles, glancing down at the offending and quite frayed tangle of copper that he’d just ripped aside to clear a pathway to the panel he’s been trying to access for almost a week now. But a glance at one of the console screens informs him that the beeping is not, in fact, a mechanical issue, but actually a distress call. From Earth. Cardiff, even.

“What is it? What’s happening?” Amy’s Scottish accent rang loud above her husband’s and daughter’s voices, and the Doctor smiles faintly as his three companions come treading into the console room at different paces. All of them are in various states of disarray--he dreads to think just what substance exactly is currently drying on Rory’s shirt, especially if River’s smirk has anything to do with it--and for a moment his hearts lurch for the last time he had a full TARDIS like this. The night he had the biggest family in the world for just a moment, right before he’d had to give it all up.

“Distress call,” he manages, mentally shaking his thoughts out and starting the flight sequence to lock in on the call. “If I’m not mistaken, this may even be an old friend.”

“You have friends?” Amy asks with a smirk, and he rolls his eyes fondly as Rory elbows her none too subtly. Very possible that Rory picked up on his earlier melancholy, he notes idly. If anything, traveling on the TARDIS has only made the man more perceptive than ever.

“21st century Earth, your favorite” River notes as she circles the console, flicking a few switches as they land. She smiles in smug satisfaction when the landing is smoother than any of his solo flights, and he offers a weak smile in return as he tries desperately to forget days of hard landings throwing him to the floor and laughter filling the room. Centuries later and he’s still being haunted by the one person he wanted desperately to keep and couldn’t.

“Cardiff, too, if I’m not mistaken,” the Doctor says, hurrying over to the TARDIS doors and flinging them wide to see Jack Harkness’s startled face staring back at him. “Yep! Cardiff! Torchwood, even. Hmph. Should’ve landed outside, followed the signal a little too perfectly,” he adds, scowling up at the ceiling momentarily and frowning at the impatient hum he got in return.

“Doc?” Jack asks nervously, his face a shade too pale.

The Doctor frowns, feeling his companions exit the TARDIS around him but paying them no mind. “Surely it’s not that shocking when the person you sent a distress call to arrives? I know I’ve a habit of dropping in at random but really, you literally invited me this time. Oh! Is it the face? Blimey, maybe it’s the face, I didn’t even think about when in your timeline this might be.”

“Yeah, new face,” Jack says quickly, shooting a look at the others in the room, and it’s only then that the Doctor takes a good look around. There’s an Asian woman and a handsome man who both look vaguely familiar, and that one woman who is the spitting image of her ancestor, who’d given her life up for the Gelth oh-so-long ago. They seem to be eyeing him and his companions cautiously, almost like…

“Right, okay, pull the other one,” the Doctor says blandly, distantly registering the snicker from Amy. “Once upon a time you could build a whole life upon lies, Harkness, but you’re hardly fooling me now, not to even mention the expressions your crewmates are wearing. You called me, but you didn’t expect me to actually come. Why?”

Jack stares at him for a moment, inner turmoil visibly brewing in his eyes, and the Doctor can tell that he’s trying and failing to find the words that he wants before he finally settles on a single terse sentence. “We didn’t call you.”

He scoffs, rolling his eyes. “Don’t be ridiculous, I literally traced--”

“We really didn’t call you,” the other man tries to interject.

“Look, I just assumed Jack explained this to you since you’re his team, but maybe he was being polite and keeping a mate’s secret--I might have a different face, but I’m still--”

“No, you don’t understand,” Jack says, cutting him off in annoyance. “We didn’t call you. Any of you.”

This gives the Doctor a pause, and River takes her opportunity to cut in. “Don’t be ridiculous, that call was specifically sent to seek out a TARDIS. Even more specifically: his TARDIS, even if it weren’t the only one in the universe.”

“Actually--” the Asian woman starts before Jack shakes his head vigorously and cuts her off.

“Don’t,” he says to her, making eye contact with each member of his team briefly before turning back to the Doctor and his companions. “Look, sorry, I’m usually not this rude, especially not in the presence of such beautiful company,” he says, flashing a flirty grin in the direction of the Ponds. “But you guys really need to leave. Now. This was a mix-up. Look, come back another time. Mickey, Martha and Donna are out on another mission, but come visit another time and we can all catch up.”

“Oi, he’s here to help, so stop being so rude--” Amy begins, but the Doctor talks right through her, earning a scowl in his direction. It’s all of the little things adding themselves up--the rude reception from strangers in apparent distress, the lack of an introduction from the Doctor even though he clearly knew these people, or at least “Jack”, and now the blatant lack of attention, even to the point of directly disregarding her words. Rory strokes her arm comfortingly, but the Doctor absentmindedly notes with a wince that there is most definitely an argument coming in his future once they’re all back aboard his ship.

“No, I want to know exactly how this can be a mix-up, because River was right. You can’t just accidentally call the TARDIS. Well, I’m sure someone can--hell, Donna even teleported right in that one time--but not you,” he says, eyes narrowing at Jack. “You knew exactly what you were doing, even if it didn’t bring the results you’d expected. And we’ve already established that this is different than just getting me at the wrong point in my timeline.”

“Technically, I never said it wasn’t--”

“Don’t bother trying to lie. Just spit out whatever it is that you’re hiding,” the Doctor says, losing patience. “Was that or was that not a distress call? I dread to think--”

The sound of the TARDIS materializing while they’re not in it has the Doctor and all of his companions jumping in shock. He whips around to confirm that his TARDIS is not, in fact, abandoning him--no, instead he sees the impossible: another TARDIS, nearly identical save the bright red paint and “PUSH TO OPEN” sign, materializing just off to the side of his own ship, and perhaps a bit in front.

Jack lets loose a rather impressive string of alien curses--the Doctor idly counts no fewer than eight different languages and would’ve complimented the man if he wasn’t so distracted by the inconceivable sight before him.

“Well, I know I’m immortal, but I’m not exaggerating when I say I’m officially dead now,” Jack says glumly in English, and the Asian woman snorts while the two others shoot him sympathetic grimaces.

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Agents of SHIELD S1E13-S1E17 reaction

I have some questions up until this point that I hope the writers will address later on.

What happened to May to cause a character change? Why was baby Skye covered in blood and hunted? Why is Skye a 084? Who's Clairvoyant?

Alrighty I'm ready to binge a few more episodes and hopefully, they have adequate answers to my questions

Agents of SHIELD S1E13

-I love May's glam look! she's so hot

-Ward's so shocked when May told him that Coulson knew about them lol Power move, May

-Skye's Scottish accent is soooo hilarious

-Simmons is so dramatic lmao I love her so much

-Ward and Coulson struggling with the hologram table is sooo funny lmao

-May is seriously badass in this episode holy fuck I'm a fangirl of May now

-Jemma saving Fitz and Skye is so heroic and brave

-Babygirl didn't know it was dendrotoxin but held the enemy anyways

-Jemma is so precious

-I don't understand why evil bad guys just use night night gun

-I thought they were evil bad guys, they could have just killed everyone right?

-Oh no Skye, going in alone is a bad idea

-Somebody please tell Skye that going in alone is a bad idea?

-Skye you are barely trained

-But holy shit she's pretty good now, dropping bad guys

-I'm so nervous for Skye ahhhh

-So the purchase is Mike and his fake leg huh

-Mike is under that eye thing's control this is looking bad for Skye

-oh fuck

-holy fuck I squealed when he shot Skye

-Quinn you bastard

-She's not gonna die right????

-He shot her in the belly two times???

-poor girl omfg

-The actress who plays Skye, she's good

-oh my god the way I bought her performance

-They are very lucky that chamber for Mike is so close

-why are they on the plane though? get her to a hospital?? I'm sure there are hospitals in Italy??

-Simmons crying for her friend and Fitz hugging her awwww

-Skye is not going to die, right? there is no way

Agents of SHIELD S1E14

-Seeing Skye intubated is soo sad

-"We are her family" this shit hit hard

-Oh how good does it feel to see May punch the shit out of Quinn

-May really does care a lot more for Skye than she showed

-I know I said I don't care for Coulson being brought back to life from the dead plot but now I care, like a lot

-Whatever they do they need to save my baby Skye

-Oh but does that mean Skye have to go through that trauma of Coulson screaming "let me die"

-Coulson risked the big evil knowing the way he was brought back to life to save Skye

-That's love, man

-Maybe not romantic love, but I have no doubt Coulson cares a lot about Skye

-I buy that connection

-Simmons describes Skye as "Can't imagine your life without her" That is romantic man

-I am simultaneously shipping Skye with Simmons and Simmons with Triplett

-I'm so glad they've got the drug and Skye didn't die

-Simmons saying "I was losing her anyways"

-Also Simmons caressing Skye's head

-I want to see more scenes with Skye and Simmons

-So the drug is alien, yeah I guess that makes sense

-How is Skye on a hospital bed still so pretty

Agents of SHIELD S1E15

-This scene between Skye and Simmons is sooo precious

-I love this stubborn patient Skye x pokey doctor Simmons ship, is there fanfic on this?

-The Ward Skye interaction is also kinda cute. Even though Ward is sleeping with May I still think Skye and Ward could be a thing?

-I can understand Simmons' objectives cause if I'm a doctor imma research the hell out of this magical drug

-Lady Sif is in the show blindspot! Never knew she was in marvel. She's so handsome in warrior clothing

-Lorelei is so gorgeous omfg I know she's supposed to be the villain but she's so gorgeous. I don't know why does her power only work on men though, I'm a raging lesbian I could be affected too?

-Ward is under mind control lol that's so predictable

-That Lorelei and Ward sex scene was pretty hot

-So was Lorelei implying that Ward had feelings for Skye instead of May?

-May is so cool and collected I admire her so much

-I'm looking forward to AC and Skye teaming up

-holy shit May has been spying on them huh

-Honestly I don't really care about those Lorelei plots but I'm loving all the characters

-I hope May isn't really betraying the team

Agents of SHIELD S1E16

-So shield is finally cracking Clairvoyant guy

-ohhhhh a badge for Skye I'm sooo proud of my girlllll

-So she's agent Skye now right?

-I'm so happy for her

-Fitz and his monkey obsession lol so cute

-I still like Hand. She's pretty and bossy

-FitzSimmons calling each other Watson is pretty cute

-Mike is like a half-robot now it's so creepy

-Oh come on Mike is a supersoldier, no way a bunch of normal humans can take him down, right?

-So Clairvoyant is just a crippled old vegetable man paralyzed?

-This is very anti-climatic because I don't buy it

-a paralyzed man in a vegetable state is the biggest evil? like how?

-What is it with Skye that not only she is a 084 but also the Clairvoyant wants her too like why? She's just a regular girl?

-Holy fuck did Ward just shoot him? a vegetable man?

-That's so unnecessary

-Do they even know that the voice definitely comes from vegetable man? What if Ward just shot a vegetable with audio playing around him?

-It all doesn't make any sense. If Clairvoyant wants Skye why would he ask Quinn to shoot her?

-yes exactly Coulson, Coulson understands me! How can they be sure Vege man is the really big bad boss?

-ohhhhh what? so shield has a mole???

-the mole is MAY????

-seriously?

-Couldn't the Clairvoyant just hack into the files of shield making them paranoid with each other? I mean Skye hacked shield pretty easily?

-I don't think it's anybody in the team, because shield is a pretty big organization isn't it? there could be another person in shield that was the mole who had clearance?

-annnnd the last scene says Hand is the real Clairvoyant????

-Man, I am confused

-I just said Hand was pretty at the beginning damn it

Agents of SHIELD S1E17

-I am beyond confused.

-I just wish everyone on the team is clean

-I only trust Skye and Coulson now

-Shield attacking Garrett too? what's going on

-wow did Coulson just shoot May

-What's Hydra? I thought they were after the Clairvoyant?

-So Hydra is also a big bad? It's about the movies again isn't it

-Honestly it must have been a thrill for movie fans but I do not understand. Imma just pretend Hydra is also very very evil and inside shield for a long time

-Everyone in the hub is attacking the bus because Hand said so right?

-oh wow Hand just admitted to being Hydra? I'm very disappointed in her

-I thought she was cool

-Oh it's a test....

-The way this show plays my emotions

-I'm so very glad that Hand is cool

-why in hell would Hand think Coulson is Hydra?

-lmao Skye knows about Ward and May this whole time huh

-So finally we get a Skye and Ward kiss

-It's been long enough

-The way Ward beat 12 men all by himself. That was hot af

-Oh fuck Garrett is the mole?

-It makes so much sense!

-Garrett was there right after Skye was shot

-Gotta admit I did not see it coming

-But Triplett was there with Garrett after Skye was shot too? Does that mean Triplett was a mole too? I thought Triplett passed Hand's test?

-Oh so Garrett really was the Clairvoyant

-I got played with this Garrett twist, did not see it coming at all

-Triplett was so angry at the end seeing Garrett being arrested. Good for him

-I was right! for liking Hand! (really I just liked her red hair but I'm so glad she's not evil lol

-So the whole Hydra infiltrate shield thing happened in Captain America huh.

-wtf did I just see? Ward is Hydra. I was JUST cheering for him to kiss Skye in this episode

-what the fuck just happened Ward just shot Hand

-Holy fucking hell Ward is full-on evil villain

-Oh and he just cold-blooded murdered three agents on this plane including Hand

-It makes so much sense now why he would shoot vegetable man

-Fucking hell Ward is evil I did NOT see it coming

-This episode fucked with my mind imma have to admit this is the best episode of this season so far

-WHAT did I just witness

-Ward man, I was rooting for you to get the girl and now I don't think you deserve Skye

-There is no way Ward can be redeemed, right? not after what, 4 murders in 2 episodes

-Holy fuck this news of Ward being the traitor will fuck up the team for sure

-Please let there be no more traitors inside the team I can't take this anymore

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Three Days ~82

~*~Emma~*~

I awoke to see Sebastian laying on his side, leaning onto his elbow, with his head propped up on his hand. Diffuse sunlight filled the room and clearly showed me his face. He didn’t look sleepy. His face was relaxed with the slightest smile. Who knows how long he'd been watching me sleep. That thought made me smile.

He jerked his head up a little, "Tell me what you're thinking."

"I like seeing you when I wake up and knowing you'll be the last person I see before I fall asleep. And I'm excited about everything in between."

"The Louvre, dinner on the Seine, cabaret. Fun day."

I shook my head with a frown, "No, not what we're doing. I'm excited to spend the day with you." Sebastian closed his eyes, smiled a little wider, and took a few breaths. I knew what he was doing. He was taking in my words, feeling them, believing them. Before he opened his eyes, I moved closer to kiss him. "Je t'aime."

"I know that one." His fingers ran through my hair, smoothing the morning disarray. "In how many languages can you tell me you love me?"

I gasped and held my mouth open, "Just three, but now I have a goal."

"Crazy girlfriend."

I rolled on top of him, "Just about you." I did exactly what you’re supposed to do when you're naked in bed laying on top of a naked man.

I tickled him.

Our tickle fight lasted until we were laughing so hard it was hard to breathe. That and when Sebastian pinned my hands to the bed. "Je veux te faire l 'amour." He kissed me and pressed his erection closer between my legs. "I have a good memory too."

I don't know how it gets better than this. Waking up in Paris, with a gorgeous man watching me sleep, making love, then sitting on the terrace in big fluffy robes having coffee and croissants.

The guide at The Louvre was knowledgeable but a little stuffy. We spent much of the tour hanging back with another couple laughing inappropriately. The museum was incredible and we stayed around after the tour to revisit areas and check out some places not included. Sebastian liked items where I was mesmerized by the vibrant colors of the paintings. Lunch today would become our go-to. Pick up something near to and find a spot to sit in the park. Food and people watching was always a good time.

We headed back to the hotel to fool around before dressing for dinner. On the boat, we were seated by the window. We headed to the upper deck with a glass of wine for sunset. Last night's sunset view was unforgettable for many reasons. Tonight's was more beautiful with the lights of the city and bridges. It was romantic in a more refined way. Last night was casual clothes sneaking kisses in the dark. Tonight was dressed up, high heels, and elegant stemware. Kisses weren't as sneaky in the wide open space. The food was delicious. We started with duck foie gras and Scottish salmon. My main was scallops with sweet potato risotto and seaweed cream. Sebastian promised to save me from the seaweed if it triggered me. He went for a filet of beef, pea pudding, and veal gravy. The aroma from the fresh bread with the cheese course was mouth watering. Sebastian enjoyed my excitement and took more pictures of me eating cheese than anything else except drinking wine. For dessert, we decided one decadent and one fresh. A white chocolate raspberry lychee sphere and lemon basil tart. I nearly had to stab Sebastian with a fork for hogging all the sphere. The return trip was dark. Only the lights of the city and running lights illuminated to boat.

The night included a visit to a cabaret. That the Moulin Rouge was more touristy led us to the Crazy Horse. Still famous, but not the most sought after. We'd been told the Moulin Rouge was over the top and Crazy Horse more subtle. That may be true, but one important detail was left out. The dancers at the Crazy Horse were often naked. Sexy dance numbers, visual effects, and vibrant light shows. At times the lights were the only clothes. Darkness was used strategically as was glow in the dark body paint. What I noticed was all the women were in Louboutin, which lead me to believe the lingerie was expensive as well. There was a part with a very good looking man stripping. It was more funny than sexy. The combination of erotic dance and risqué humor kept both of us entertained

We talked about our favorite parts on the ride back to the hotel. Sebastian opened the door, letting me walk by into the hotel, "Is it wrong that I asked where the lingerie was from?"

"I wondered, but didn't think to ask. I loved the black bodysuit with all the straps."

"So did I."

Imagine my shocked face. You'd have to imagine because I wasn’t making that face. I waited until we were in the room to ask, "Did you find out where this shop is?"

He pulled his phone out and went to maps. A slow smile formed, "About two blocks. Across from Dior."

I folded my legs under me and sat on the couch. "Fun."

He sat next to me. He was fiddling with the bottom hem of his shirt. He was nervous. "Are you running up a crazy credit card bill to amuse me?"

What a sweety. My recent shopping habits didn’t match my teacher salary. I guess we were going to have this conversation. "My grandfather has it set up where his stock dividends are split between the grandchildren. It's paid out quarterly and there's no way to know how much, so I've never factored it into my budget. It goes into a savings account. I have a rule that it's only for fun. I took Angie and Eli with me to Hawaii. After a horrible start to the year, Malory and I went to Key West." I grimaced, "I don't remember much of that trip. And if I want to go shopping I can. I do appreciate your concern." I leaned over and kissed him. "There is a trust fund, but I can't touch that until I'm thirty. That's partly why it was important to go off on my own. I grew up with money, so when Jimmy said I couldn't take care of myself I needed to prove it to myself, even though I know it wasn’t completely on my own."

Sebastian interrupted, "Don't diminish what you’ve done. You started over in a new place where you knew no one or even where to grocery shop. You've got a Master's and accepted into a Doctoral program. Anyone who thinks you can't take care of yourself is wrong."

This fierce defense was very attractive. Money can be embarrassing. I realize I'm privileged, and I try not to behave like a trust fund baby. I would never go shopping as I had with anyone but Angie. I know it was a splurge.

“I just wanted to check.” I wanted to ask what if I had been, but he kept going, and I didn’t feel the need to stop him. “Back to the fun stuff. Is it bad form to buy you a gift that's really for me?"

"For my birthday or Christmas, yes. Otherwise, no. I'm not sure that sexy lingerie that gets you hard isn't as much a benefit to me as it is you."

"You realize you in sweatpants and a t-shirt gets me hard. You in a bathrobe. You in a potato sack."

"I wonder who that says more about?" We laughed and I laid across him, counting on him to support me. "It does make us both lucky."

"Oh, don't I know it."

We spent the next day touring Versailles Palace. We jumped off the tour to explore as soon as we hit the outskirts of the city. When we were out of interesting places we jumped on the metro until we saw something new to explore. Dinner was at this Ping Pong cafe. The food was delicious and fortified us for the play to come. I am just as competitive playing ping pong with my boyfriend as I am on a volleyball court. There was a lot of trash talking. What made it more fun was how truly awful we both were. Neither was sure of the rules so we argued over and made them up as we went. In the end, I lost due to a combination of unsuccessful attempts at cheating and Sebastian being slightly less awful than me. Our overly dramatic antics did amuse nearby patrons and when Sebastian was recognized he was gracious in conversation and signing autographs. We made it to the Pont Alexandre III bridge just as the sun set. It was ornate and a beautiful end to the day.

Next up was a day of museums and checking out wherever in between. We met up with a guide in the afternoon for a walking tour of Art Nouveauarchitecture. On our way back to the hotel we passed by the lingerie shop. A quick discussion later we decided not to go in. It would ruin some of the fun if the other knew what we bought. I also decided I needed to find some sexy underwear for him. I checked; he'd wear them. Dinner was my responsibility tonight. I found a rooftop restaurant with a great wine list and an even better view.

Tuesday, the day before the fashion shows, was the day I was looking most forward to. It was an early start and long trip to Mont Saint Michel. Claire had hired us a car and we napped most of the trip. The town is a tidal island and when the tide comes in it covers the causeway, only cutting off access for about an hour, but still. We parked at the tourism office and took off our shoes for the half mile walk over the mudflats. It didn’t look like a dangerous trek, but apparently, quicksand was real here.

We weren't far into our walk when Sebastian asked, "Is this Hogwarts?"

Our guide laughed, "No, but yes. The movie was not filmed here but as you will see much of the architecture is similar and the street does resemble Diagon Alley."

Sebastian looked at me, "Did you know?"

I shook my head, "I love gothic architecture and castles. Versailles was incredible, but this is a hundred times better. Stonework, stained glass, the high pointed arches." I grabbed onto his arm, bouncing on my toes. "I'm so excited. This is surreal." I held my hand out toward the Abbey. "Look at this, I mean, look at this."

He was smiling at me, "Should take you home to Romania. Lots of castles."

"Don't tease me." I let go of him and walk to stand in a small puddle. The water was cool and the sand squished between my toes. I felt like I was in the bubble from my favorite guided meditation. I put my arms out with my shoes dangling off my fingers and twirled. I stopped facing Sebastian. He had his phone out, pointed at me. "What are you taking pictures of?"

"You." He laughed, "With a castle island thingy in the background."

I heard the guide say, "Your mademoiselle is much more beautiful than the background."

Sebastian nodded, "That she is."

I walked back to them and reached for his hand. He handed his phone to our guide to take a couple of pictures before we headed on.

I was in absolute heaven. Even more so when I saw Sebastian as in awe as I was with the narrow cobblestone streets and stairways that appeared out of nowhere. Our guide had stories and let us lead, only giving direction if we were missing something. He took the lead when we approached the Abbey and guided us through spaces as tiny as closets and large as cathedrals. The arches along the walkway did look like a scene off the bridge in Hogwarts.

Our guide left us at the end of the Abbey tour and after lunch, we walked the ramparts and worked our way around looking at everything and nothing. Talking and laughing.

It wasn’t long into the ride back that I realized my thighs were aching. "What is it with Paris and stairs?"

"There's a fuck ton of them." Sebastian smirked and leaned in to kiss the side of my neck. "I will be happy to massage your thighs when we get back."

"Stretch them out?"

"Definitely."

We both retreated into our phones for a while. Neither had paid attention to them since we got here. The return trip was good for nudging each other to show a picture we took. I texted my chosen family and sent pictures. Sebastian was doing the same thing. He showed me responses on his group chat.

Charles ~ You took her to Paris? Chace ~ You can't take a woman to Paris for a first vacation Will ~ Go big or go home Toby ~ That's it. I need to meet her. Charles ~ Find a date and take the last bedroom in the villa. Toby ~ Chace, wanna go to an island with me? Chace ~ Do I have to put out? Toby ~ What do you think? Will ~ Who has the lube? Chace ~ I bet there's some in Paris.

I'd lowered my phone while I read his. Sebastian pointed to my screen, "What is that?"

"It's that app we made the list on the train."

"You need to send me the list."

"I can do better than that. Can I have your phone?" He handed it over and I went into the app store, installed, and signed into the app under my user name. "Now you can see, edit, add." I kept typing while he looked around. There was more than a sexual to do list. I was currently adding to a notebook called "Moments".

"Can I add to this?" Sebastian was in the same notebook.

"Sure." I bit my lip, "I had a thought. You can say it's stupid or you don't want to."

He put his hand on my leg, "What?"

"I was thinking since we're going to be apart for a while, we could write to each other. Not like texts talking about our day. I'd write things I want you to remember or know. When I'm missing you, I could write a couple of sentences to you or go read what you've written to me. Not any expectation of how often. Just a place for sweet things, sexy things."

I'd gotten the idea while thinking about distance and time zones and insecurity. Perusing old texts is good, but a one-stop place for just love notes is better.

"I love it." He brought me to him and met me for a kiss. "Is this for me or you?"

I had no problem with him knowing I was planning for our time apart. "You saw my love notes from high school. I love them. Texts get lost in a hundred other texts. We can even copy texts over. Pictures. You keep a gratitude journal. This is similar."

"Did you make that up?"

I shrugged, "I doubt it." I showed him how to navigate and create new notebooks. Our first notebook was "Sex To Do" We'd done that together. The one I’d been in, "Moments”, was short form memories. "Holding hands for nine hours with food and conversation.", "Waking in Paris to see you watching me sleep”, "Me showing you architecture", "You showing me artifacts".

Sebastian immediately knew something he wanted to add, I showed him how to create space between limes so he could insert his words. He was going to write in burgundy and me in navy blue. He created a notebook for longer things. He liked to write and wanted a place for more words.

I waited until he’d gotten down a thought before showing him what I'd been most excited for. "Things for Sebastian." I’d already started.

· Te iubesc, Sebasti-an

· I was so lucky to find a lost boy in a grocery store

· You always make me feel cherished and safe

"This one is for battling insecurities. You can read my words and know what you mean to me. You've said you struggle with distance, insecurity, feeling emotionally cut off. I thought this might help keep a connection."

"You've made a security journal."

I thought a moment, "I guess. We've hit a couple of bumps and worked through them. I hoped this may help keep it away over distance."

I watched him switch notebooks and read what I'd written. "Anything I write shows up for you?"

"Yes, once the app refreshes.”

Sebastian looked over with the softest smile I'd ever seen on him. "I love you." The softest kiss followed. "I tell you I'm looking for the perfect moment to kiss you and you create it. I tell you I have confidence issues and you tell me everyone hears that voice. I have a panic attack and you push me to take care of myself. I lay out my anxieties, overthinking, insecurity, and history of shutting women out and you don’t even blink. Now you come up with this way to stay connected with old-fashioned love notes." He bobbed his head back and forth. "More or less." He kissed me. "You want me to feel safe and loved."

I took a deep breath, "Partly." I was telling him my plan to battle his stuff so it was only fair I let him in on mine.

He looked at me questioningly.

"I've never been away from some I love for six weeks. I'm going to miss you and it's going to be hard. This is for me too." I am not going to cry.

His hand went under my hair to my neck, "Are you about to cry?"

"I'm trying not to, but the chance of tears Friday about noon is one hundred percent."

I let him pull me close enough to kiss, "I better get busy." He retreated to his side of the seat, stretching out a leg over my lap, and turning where I couldn't see what he was typing on his phone.

"You realize the whole point is I can see what you write."

"Don't refresh yet. I don't think we should tell each other when we add stuff."

I nodded my agreement.

He stuck his tongue out the corner of his mouth like he was thinking. He typed a bit then looked over, "If I miss you in the middle of the night, I can write you and it will be there when you wake up. I don’t know which I’m looking more forward to. Writing or reading.”

I didn’t either.

[the-coffee-story]

Coffee - The Plague Doctor's Revenge

Chapter 5 - Old Friends

It took around half an hour to stitch Doc back up. Coffee left halfway through to get himself something in the cafeteria.

"Alright," the nurse finally said. "Should be good for now. Come back in a few days for a check-up."

"Aye, aye." Doc nodded absentmindedly.

"And maybe at least try not to get into knifefights anymore!", she called when he'd already opened the door.

"I mean, it's not like I'm actively looking for knifefights to take part in...", Doc mumbled as he left the room. Walther snickered.

Five minutes later they were walking down the brightly lit white corridor. Walther picked an ant off their sleeve and gently put it on a potted plant on the white plastic windowsill. "Gah. I helped Tessa with her science project, ended up spilling pheromone solution over myself and became the sexiest ant in all of Great Britain."

An amused smirk was playing on Doc's lips. "And what did Tessa say to that?"

"Great, now I gotta compete against ants to win your heart." Walther laughed. "She's writing her finals soon. And then we'll... I dunno. Get a nice little cottage with a scarecrow in the garden and a pride flag in the living room."

"Sounds like a plan."

Walther laughed. "So you support my gay romance?"

"Why wouldn't I?" Doc scratched his wounded arm. "God. The stitches were unnecessary."

"If you'd waited a little more you would've been the proud owner of a new red shirt."

"What do you have against red shirts?"

"Nothing, as long as they're not soaking with blood."

Doc chuckled. He was about to say something in response when he was suddenly interrupted by a melodic voice coming from further down the corridor. "Maury, is that you?!"

They both turned around to see a fourty-something doctor...not quite running, but walking quickly down the corridor, surprise in her pale white face. Then her perfectly curved lips spread into a smile, revealing a row of pearly white teeth. "Oh my God, it really is you!!!"

She ran up to them and hugged Doc. "Great to see you again." Her melodic voice was muffled because her face was buried in his lab coat, but Walther could hear she had a Scottish accent.

He chuckled. "Calm down, Eugenia. Calm down. Actually, I go by Terence Tilch these days."

Walther frowned. "That explains why you knew so much about legal name changes-" Doc flushed red.

"Really?" The woman stepped back and tilted her head gracefully. "That's a shame, it was a pretty name. I named my firstborn after you." She looked up, her long black lashes fluttering like the wings of a butterfly. "You're even taller than I remember you."

"I am genuinely unsure whether that is an insult or not."

"It is a mere fact." Her quiet laugh could make anyone's heart melt.

"You know each other?", Walther asked.

"We used to work together." The woman flashed them a brilliant smile. "Oh, I forgot to introduce myself again. My bad." She held out her hand. "Eugenia Edicius. Leading surgeon."

Doc raised an eyebrow. "You got an upgrade."

"Indeed." She smirked. "You?"

"Depends on whether or not you consider cutting up corpses an upgrade. I certainly do."

"Aaand that didn't sound creepy at all." Eugenia turned to Walther. "And you are...?"

Walther smiled shyly. "Uh...Detective Welle Walther. His colleague and adoptive problem child."

Eugenia laughed. "Oh dear, looks like I missed a lot." She gracefully flicked her hair out of her face.

Everything about her was beautiful. Her eyes were the colour of moonbeams through leaves, with a few golden brown spots that made a nice contrast, and her hair as black as night, save for just a few silver strands. She almost looked like a nymph. Just her presence made Walther weirdly dizzy.

"How have you been?", Doc asked. His voice was warm.

"Oh, you know..." Eugenia sighed. "I married Wilhelm after you left and we had a beautiful boy..." Her eyes sparkled like frozen leaves.

"That's wonderful to hear! Does Wilhelm work here too?"

"...but then this year there was a fire in our house, and I... only managed to save our son. Wilhelm didn't make it."

"Oh." Doc's smile faded. "Oh, that's... I'm so sorry..."

Eugenia gave him a sad smile and shrugged her frail shoulders. "It's okay. I still have our son." She glanced up at Doc. "We named him Maurice, you know? To remember you after you disappeared."

"That's...whoa, that's so overwhelming-"

She laughed. Her laugh sounded like a bell.

"Dr. Edicius!", a nurse called from down the hall. "I know the Doctor is a charming fellow, but we have surgeries to make!"

"Oh. Right. Pardon me, Edith." She gave both of them a sweet smile. "I'll see you. Terry, I assume we'll meet here quite often from now on, isn't that so?"

He nodded. "You know me too well."

She waved and walked away.

"Something here seems very off," the Doctor said as soon as she had left. "And with that I'm not saying I don't trust her...wait, that's exactly what I'm saying."

Walther frowned. "I thought you know each other?"

"We do. But people change." He started walking towards the staircase and Walther had to jog in order to keep up with his pace. "You see, while we were stuck in the elevator Coffee actually told me something very interesting."

"And that would be?"

"We've got another masked vigilante in town. This time in a Plague Doctor mask."

"Jeez, are we in Gotham?" Walther laughed but stopped when they saw that Doc's face was serious. "And what about it?"

"Walther, how many guys with knee-long black curls do you know?"

They frowned. "None. What do you mean?"

"So, you could say, that is pretty rare."

"Correct."

"I knew...one. Eugenia's husband, Wilhelm Wisper."

"Oh." Walther's eyes widened. "Oh! Are you suggesting-"

"It all seems a little off, doesn't it? Wilhelm dies in a fire, Eugenia moves here, and just like that we have a masked stranger in Graytown who happens to have the same characteristics."

Walther nodded. "This stinks. So what are you planning to do?"

"I think I should investigate a little more. This whole thing seems rather suspicious."

"So where do we start?"

"I'll go back to where I came from and ask my family about Wilhelm's death."

[fanfictrashdump]

Uhh for the writing thing maybe some really angsty tensimm like with the master knowing he's broken and not believing he's worth saving and the doctor being like,,,, its ok??? If that makes sense

Firstly, thanks for the request! It gave me a good excuse to brush up on my Simm’s-era DW. I’m not sure if this was what you had in mind (and I apologize if it’s not–my writer’s block is bananas), but it’s pretty angsty, maybe a little hopeful. Secondly, it may not fit in very well to the canon, but I think that’s half the fun of it. I used the fanon versions of their real names because, why not? (Basil, the fake name the Doctor told Osgood, and Koschei) Hope you enjoy!

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Damn it. Damn it! Damn him. Damn him over and over again until the very last breath of his very last regeneration.

Why did he always do this?

Why was he always so excitedly reckless?

"You can hide in the shadows all you want, Doctor. I've known you all our lives. I know when you're lurking," the Master hissed, though his tone lacked any acidity or true hatred. 

And, how could he hate the Doctor? He was his best friend. His only friend, some would say.

The Doctor had traveled through all of time and space. He had visited every last of his companions, leaving little gifts and reminders of the adventures that would come and the love he held for each and every one of them. After all, never in all his years had he ever met anyone who wasn't important. In the privacy of his TARDIS, he would admit that there was one he valued above all the rest even when he was at constant odds with them. That didn't mean that they ever strayed very far from each other at any point in time. 

Time was the glue that held them together.

He remembered it as if it were yesterday. It could have been yesterday, for all he knew, for all he had traveled. Two little boys–Time Lords, the two of them–, walked the empty fields behind their mentors on their way to the Schism. They held hands, both shaking like leaves from the stories the older children had told them–how some people went mad, how others turned into monsters, how a select few died. 

Who in their right mind thought eight years old's were ready for a glimpse into the very fabric of the known Universe?

Small and straight-haired, the Master–well, he wasn't the Master then–collected all the bravery he had, and peered into the Untempered Schism first, volunteering to make sure it was safe for his friend. "Oh, wow. You've got to see this, Bas." The boy's voice was brimming in awe at watching the Universe unfurl. Everything that was and ever could be swimming past his eyes, ripe for the taking.

The other, blond as the sun and wildly unconvinced, managed to crack his eyes open, and look. For a long while, his mouth hung open, but no sound came out.

"Can you hear that?" Master asked, face furrowing into a frown as he bent to peer closer. Beside him, his friend found his voice, shrieked, turned tail, and ran. 

And he never stopped since.

The Doctor stepped out of the shadows, shedding his trench coat and hanging it over his arm. The brown pinstripe suit looked disheveled, but there wasn't much to do about that when he was about to die. The Master laughed, knocking back a sip of the amber liquid that swirled curiously in a cut crystal glass. It didn't quite look like whiskey, but the Doctor wasn't all that interested in it. Only in the tired expression behind the hazel eyes wearily following him.

"Schism got your tongue, Doctor?"

With a dry chuckle, the Doctor clicked his tongue and sighed. "No. Just wondering how you went from this to that euphoric mania I saw before–after–whatever."

The Master smiled knowingly. "Don't be like that! Tell me, was I brilliant? Did I shine? Did I make a lasting impression on you?"

"Stop it!" The was a snarl to his lips as he stomped closer to the would-be villain of his story.

The sadistic glimmer seemed to fill his countenance at the heated response. "Did you mourn? Did it hurt? Or did you run?"

He tossed the trench coat aside, landing on an extra chair. "I wouldn't have to mourn you if you stopped being such a stubborn old pest!"

The Master chuckled, taking another sip and plopping into an old leather armchair by the fireplace. "I see you still have an aversion to cussing, Bas."

"Koschei." The man in the armchair tensed at the sound of his birthname. It had been eons since he heard it last. "Don't do this. It's just us two left, don't–don't leave me with this whole Universe."

"You left me first!"

"We were eight! I was scared! And then you went off and turned into whatever the hell it is you are now. The Master; the gall of you!" There were tears in his eyes and the regeneration energy flickered as he doubled over to breathe.

In a flash, the Master was on his feet, abandoning his glass on the desk to lead the Doctor to a chair. It was an action out of character for the persona he had created, the cartoon villain he crafted for the world. Chaos and anarchy had always been his cup of tea, though he still held a soft spot for his best friend. "Why are you fighting the regeneration?"

Hair flew into the Doctor’s eyes as his head snapped up, face full of disbelief. "I don't know, why would anyone be that stupid?"

A scoff escaped the Master. "You know I can't do this anymore, Doctor. I was ready to be done with this life when I was fifteen, and I am no less done with it now."

The Doctor caught the front of the Master's crisp white button-up shirt just as he made to leave. "I can help you. I know why you hear the drums. We can figure out how to fix it. Together. Please." If anything in the Universe was true, it was that the Doctor was not afraid to beg.

"And do what? Save the little planet you love so much from every little thing? Go watch the end of the world for the millionth time? Pick flowers on Flora and skip through fields? That won't happen!" He assured, just short of angry. "As soon as they hear my name, they will flee; they will attack. Fixing me won't erase the damage I've inflicted on the world. You're saving a broken record from a fire."

"A broken record can still play."

"It can play the same bit over and over again. The same death and destruction. Is that what you want?"

"You know it's not."

He sighed, bowing his head until it rested on the Doctor's shoulder, blinking away stinging tears as the noise in his head became louder and louder. It seemed to intensify with every ebb of the orange glow that surrounded the Doctor. It was nearly his time, so it was his own, as well. "You should go, Doctor."

"No. Not until you swear to me that you will come back." The Master went to protest, but the Doctor beat him to it. "I don't care if it's out of sight. If it's without me. I don't care if this decision comes back to haunt me a million times. Just don't leave me."

The Master laughed quietly, though tears were making tracks down his cheeks. He ruffled the Doctor's hair, taking in the quiet intensity of those brown eyes that wanted to pin him down in place. "You always did care too much. Running away, but doubling back to make sure I was following." His hand moved down to pat his cheek. "You have to stop worrying about me. You can't save them all, Doctor." He caught a lone tear that managed to escape the Doctor's carefully controlled tear ducts, all the while ignoring the quiet sniffling that betrayed his stoicism. Another wave of energy thrummed and enveloped the other Time Lord in orange. "You have to go. You can't hold on any longer."

"But–"

"I'll think about it. For you, Bas. It's not a promise." He stood, straightening up with hastily wiping at his eyes to compose himself. "Go. Now. Before you ruin the place regenerating."

The Doctor did not have much time to consider whether or not the Master would take his offer. Hurtling towards the earth in a burning TARDIS on the Scottish country tended to do that. In the middle of that field, however, the Master's body clambered out of the burning funeral pyre. He had held on to the energy for as long as he could that even the Doctor thought him dead. The sentimental fool had sent him off to the beyond with all the proper funeral rites, and he had the singe marks to prove it.

“Couldn’t he just have floated me out to sea? Or buried me?” The Master asked, rolling her eyes. As she dusted herself as best she could, she stopped to consider the silence around her. 

The total silence around her. 

The drums were gone. 

"Ugh, he's going to give me the biggest I-told-you-so in existence, isn't he?" The remains of suit covering her body were charred, sooty, and ill-fitting, but they would have to do. She had a Universe to go see and an idiot of a best friend to go find.