HEY MISSY

indie missy aka the mistress, formerly known as the master from bbc's doctor who. written by a lone potato. this blog is private and highly selective. " Shh now. Mummy’s talking. Okay. I’m going to tell you a story of the Doctor. It’s classic. On the run. No TARDIS. No friends. No help. In other words, the Doctor happy. It was a long time ago. Doesn’t matter which face he was wearing. They’re all the Doctor to me. So let’s give it to the eyebrows. "

[anachrcnisms-blog]

@wholord from here.

      a long and winded,    overly dramatic sigh escaped her lips.   Her dark gaze looking over at her dear friend,  “ where is the fun in running when you can sit in this glorious cell with your best mate? ”    she mocked a smile and rocked back and forth.   “ least your little human friend is somewhere safe,   hopefully. “  Missy said with even less confidence nor care.   “ OH come NOW,   don’t be such a grump.   This is like the good o’ll days! “

[anachrcnisms-blog]

           Since when do you care about the Doctor?

                              Since always. Since the Cloister Wars.                               Since the night he stole the moon and the President's wife.                   Since he was a little girl.    One of those was a lie, can you guess which one?

[lokidlaufeyson]

I love killing clever clogs, they make the best faces.

[rhondaboneys]

B U R N E D but not B U R I E D ♦ a missy mix an ending - a burning beginning. a plague to be scourged from the universe. a brand to be hidden in shame - the dark past that follows (hunts) relentlessly.