#hellothedoctorisreal

[thetruthlsoutthere]

Sounds like you have a resident alien or something.

Quite possibly - I offer mischievous having fun rebellious kind of hangouts. It can be a thing 😎 

[iwouldfuckthemaster]

imagine you're usually calm & composed, cold if annoyed but when you're angry&feel the urge to blow up, the Master feeds it, loving your fire {Ainley/Delgado/Simm or Dhawan} so it becomes a mix of gripping them by the lapels of their jacket, pinning them against the console&kissing them passionately. Pinning against walls, hands over head, choking, all the freaking kinks, use of handcuffs&blindfolds. Praise kinks&you're dominating the Master and he is relishing in it, smirking and taunting you.

[sclfmastery]

to the anon behind this master blog : i was the one who sent the anonymous ask about the Master deserving good things just like the Doctor and how whoever would want them as themselves { the Master } , not wanting them to be the Doctor and all that jazz in that ask. OOf, lets all love the Master together :)

LET US LOVE THE SOFT MURDER BOI!!!!!!!! 

(thank you for the lovely ask) 

[thetruthlsoutthere]

Hey how’s life?

been doing good so far, life has its stresses but i have been good. Going through consistently with self care and love and getting things accomplished and ofc continuing which has me really excited and happy. While it sucks that i have to replace my cell and laptop bc they are messed up {im on my sister’s laptop at the moment}

lots of weird stuff still happens and im meaning and planning/trying to update but to sum up this rambling ; i’m staying positive and i’m happy and doing good. Thanks for asking :)

[thetruthlsoutthere]

She was the type of woman the moon chased and the stars wished for.

K.K. Lall @PoetryFalls

[thetruthlsoutthere]

She was born wild and curious. A cage is no place for someone like that. "I play with the fire of my own truth", she told me, "I will burn for the things I love.

mia hollow

[thetruthlsoutthere]

She lost herself in the trees, among the ever-changing leaves. She wept beneath the wild sky as stars told stories of ancient times. The flowers grew towards her light, the river called her name at night. She could not live an ordinary life with the mysteries of the universe hidden in her eyes.

Christy Ann Martine

[thetruthlsoutthere]

There are stars you haven't seen and loves you haven't loved there's light you haven't felt and sunrises yet to dawn there are dreams you haven't dreamt and days you haven't lived and nights you won't forget and flowers yet to grow and there is more to you that you have yet  know

g.c.