#i control everything

[onelinearmy]

Being a narcisit writing a book is like:

Im the god of the new world, wait!!! I actualy am!!

[sclfmastery]

Don't care, fight me but you deserve all good things that the Doctor has had and does have. Friends, family, a love. You are worth fighting for and you deserve a hand to hold. Genuine happiness and peace. Someone who can be your match in rebelliousness but also a light you hold onto. Someone you can be vulnerable with and trust. someone that knows you are not the Doctor and will never and is glad your not. You're not the Master, be the Master and you are loved / cared about. ok see ya next time!

       “HYAH! HAH HAAAH, BUT! But see the trouble with that is I dunno where to begin.” 

      “Every reference point was already her, before I even knew there was tangible justification for my … . my preoccupation.  I’ve got to find a way to rebuild myself from a context outside of my best friend.  And I dunno how. I dunno who would even be willing to … . ”  

His voice strains, a sound nearly like a gag, or a whimper,

   “ …to help me.”  

[dontdowhatisayandnobodygetshurt]

I was just talking to my Mum about my OCs and telling her about some headcanons I have for them and then she said “didn’t you say headcanons are fan theories?” and I said ye and she said “but they’re your characters, so aren’t they... canons, not headcanons?” and I just

[sclfmastery]

I’ll never be over the fact that the first time we see the Master’s TARDIS in newWho it’s this fucking old dumpy cabin in the Outback LOL

you go Girl <3 

[sclfmastery]

Cyberium-Chan? I have some questions about my future.

    “Bitch, me too, the FUCK?” 

[sclfmastery]

Dhawan- you know if you just asked the Doctor out to coffee or some shit she'd probably say yes because she's just that chaotic?? You don't need to kill people to get her to notice you or have some dramatic reveal. I'm a dramatic bitch too so I know where you're coming from (not the killing people oof) but you can still be a dramatic bitch while asking someone out to coffee

“ … . .”

[sclfmastery]

OPEN ||

Stepping inside the church, the Master leaps into the air, punching ceilingward, and claps his fingers together with unabashed glee.

    “Quick,” he squeals, “there’s an organ, yeah? SOMEONE PLAY PHANTOM OF THE OPERA!” 

[sclfmastery]

"No." The word falls from her lips, a breath, a prayer. Disbelief. She is frozen, terrified, scared stiff and immobile, which is exactly what he wants. He wants her helpless, wants her running scared, wants to punish her again and again and again-- will it ever end? "Master... This is between you and me. Please, just this once, leave them out of it."

   “I WAITED for you!”

This face has eyes, such eyes, large, bloodshot from sleeplessness and strain, black and long lashed and watery.  They blaze down at her as all around them descends to hell.  

   “How many times will I have to SAY that, Doctor, before it sounds OLD? Before it’s LIMP with OBSOLESCENCE? EY?!” 

He takes her hands and rests them on his cheeks.  There is heat there, and the bristle of a five-o-clock shadow, and the tremble of an ancient enmity. 

  “Kisses.” 

And he shoves her, so hard, that the seat behind her breaks.