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Was going through my writing/plotting journal and I opened to this from last(?) year and cackled. So loud. Like yeah SO true.

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Late Night Wanderings Sentence Starters

“What are you doing out this late?”

“This part of town isn’t a good place to be at this time of night.”

“Now what’s a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?” 

“You do realize what time it is, right?” 

“Where are you going at this hour?” 

“The sun isn’t rising anytime soon, you know.” 

“Do you know where I am?” 

“The city looks different at night.” 

“This street is very dark…” 

“Why don’t you come stand in the light?” 

“Are you lost?” 

“I got turned around in the dark…” 

“This isn’t the time to go wandering around.”

“Only fools and trouble come out to these parts at this hour.” 

“Looking for trouble, are we?” 

“A little late to be shopping.” 

“Just coming back from the bar?” 

“Think any of the pubs are still going to be open?” 

“Trouble lurks around every shadowed corner.” 

“Woah! I didn’t see you there!”

“Where did you come from?” 

“What are you doing here?” 

“A bold move to show your face here in the shadows of night.” 

“Go home.” 

“It isn’t safe here at this time of night.” 

“You’re being watched.” 

“What are you doing still up?” 

“Looking for something?” 

“I like walking when the streets are empty.”

“It’s dangerous to walk at night alone.” 

“I know where I’m going.” 

“The trees are kind of spooky…”

“Did you hear that howl?” 

“Was…was that an owl…?” 

“This path is scary at night…” 

“The woods is no place a __ after dusk.” 

“Oh you poor soul, wandering lost in the forest under the new moon…” 

“You can’t see the stars from here…” 

“This is the witching hour.” 

“Dark beasts lurk here. Be cautious.” 

“Stay on the road!” 

“Talking a midnight stroll along the beach?” 

“The ocean is so mysterious at night…” 

“What brings you to the pier at this hour?” 

“What dangers lurk in these dark waters, I wonder.” 

“You’re going to get yourself lost one of these days.” 

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Like I'm not gonna lie I'm still kind of in shock. I'd given up hope of seeing Susan again for at least this season. I told myself maybe just maybe s3s16. The yells I yelled.

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Gonna be a goal over the next week or so to start getting back into things here, even if it's slow starting. >:3c Will be replying to stuff throughout the week! And will probably reblog some ask memes and stuff too tbh. The main muses are back in a big way and I knowwwwww I know that the finale is going to make them even worse in the best way. Like!!!! My girl!!!!! My girl is FINALLY back!!!!

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Also whoops, things got busy and then exhausting for a while. Gonna get back into things slowlyyy soon I think, but excited especially given The Everything.

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BIG DAY FOR ME HUGE DAY FOR ME I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON INIWN AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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Hoping to / WILL come out of hiding over the next week or So. Things got to be a Lot but we're doing better now. And I hope you've all been doing good !!! :33

Also I've rewatched Lux like. 3 times now??? Episode of all time holy shit

Almondmilk for you all:

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I will most likely be around later this weekend !!! :] I'm at work rn but today ! is my birthday and we're doing Things so I might be busy. But AAAAAA excited to write all the things here laterrrrrr :3c

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He's sitting up over him with a serious little frown on his face. When he opens his eyes his expression softens. "There you are-" the Master starts, and then gasps, as he's pulled down into him. After awkwardly fumbling around, his arm finally wraps around the Doctor, hand finding his hair. My Koschei. His hearts flutter. His stomach churns. "- I am. I'm still here. Didn't go anywhere." Not this time.

His fingers move through thick brown hair again, still holding him close. "Don't- apologize," he sighs, "I don't think either of us are really equipped to sleep peacefully, Doctor. Not really surprised..." The Master looks down at him again. "... Are you okay?"

bet @eclecticshenanigans

The Master hadn't been on the TARDIS long- maybe a week, or so- before leaving in his TARDIS. Not for long! He told the Doctor it wouldn't be long- a few hours max. He said it was to clear his head, he didn't say it was because he was starting to spiral. For once, though, he was trying not to self-destruct about it. Instead, though...

He was gone for three days. Maybe- the Master doesn't know himself. He comes stumbling out of his TARDIS, and into the Doctor's, eyes bleary and head foggy. There's mostly-dry blood on his face, and some bruising showing underneath shirt. He sways, and falls backwards against his TARDIS. Eyes squint, trying to focus on the shape of the Doctor in front of him while he was breathing heavy.

"Honeyy 'm homeee..."

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Genuinely so torn up about William Finn's passing. There was a joke on my tongue about not getting attached to art ever because it will hurt- but deflecting from the grief doesn't make it go away. So actually go listen to Falsettos or A New Brain. Or Putnam County Spelling Bee. Especially if you have before. And ESPECIALLY if you never have before. Get attached to his art. And may we keep creating it in his absence.

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i'm okay with:

starting over - are you a little overwhelmed with where our thread is going? let me know, and i'd be happy to start a new one with you!

pausing - if you're feeling one thread more than another we have going on, that's perfectly fine! you're welcome to let me know if you'd like, but it's not a necessity.

multiples - if we have a ship that you love and you have many ideas for them, always feel welcome to throw them at me no matter what! while it may affect my reply speed due to having more, it doesn't affect my interest at all!

regrouping - maybe we initially had an idea that didn't pan out but you don't know how to say it? just shoot me a message and let me know you'd like to plot further/something else.

anything else - have we not talked and you want to? shoot me a message! send in a meme if you don't know where to start! ask for my discord! i may not initiate too often myself, but i love being able to love our threads together!

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why do I feel the primordial urge to hurt them and crush them under my shoes when they're on the verge of tears

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He isn’t exactly stopping to appreciate the gravity of the situation, nor to help her catch up. Instead, the Master is probably breezing past questions by bringing up even more. “Noo, no,” he waves a hand at her, rolling his eyes, like he wasn’t trying to rush them out the door. He doesn’t stop to consider that he could just leave himself, now. Beyond any connection Rory had to Gene- she did open his watch, and she killed a Zygon in front of him. So, yes, count him interested. “- Don’t be silly. There’s an alien right there. There’s also an alien talking to you, right now. Hello. Hi. Promise, I don’t turn into that thing.”

“… And Men In Black are in America, Gene. We’ll be dealing with UNIT.” Speaking of, though, he doesn’t comment on her accent- not yet, because there were other things the Master is busy trying to steamroll over and explain away.

He leans forward on the bar towards her. “It only looked like a person. First of all. Second of all, the investigators are a hoard of military personnel who will want to know why you,” he makes sure to point at her, though it isn’t accusatory. It’s chummy. It’s proud. “murdered an alien class protected by Earth treaties. Third of all,” he stands up straight again, tilts his head, and smiles at her, “- lots of people want me dead. Not Rory. Me. Including the military brats that’ll come here. I mean it, Gene. Lots of people want me dead. Lots and lots. Do you want to find out why? Or would you rather I leave so you can wait around until the UNIT troops tell you why? Because either way, I’m getting out of dodge, girl.” And yet he was still standing there. Waiting. Hopeful.

Open RP ! Rory!Master

“ ‘Fobwatch this’ ‘Fobwatch that’… ‘Oh my god, you killed my best friend’… ‘Oh my god, stupid and impulsive’… ‘Oh my god, Rory Williams’…” The Master says, all high-pitched and mocking for a moment as he paces about.

“Nobody asks how it feels to be inside of a watch for 2000 years! Nooo, 2000 years of Rory Pond, and I’m doing just fine now, thanks!” … Or was he?

He sighs something great and heavy, as fingers run through his hair.

“I feel too human. Oh, this is disgusting.”

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the way he embarrassed his house so bad that he's the disclaimer on the wiki page

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I am wearing a jacket with three large patches. One patch reads "I Only Listen To The Mountain Goats" and the other is a homegrown duplicate that reads "I Only Watch Doctor Who" and then another one, smaller, that reads "I Also Only Listen To And Read About Doctor Who"

This jacket has told you pretty much everything you need to know about me as a person.

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what if the Master was Rory Williams and was also gay and trans? what then?

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Think when I'm not doing house chores I'm gonna be doing a lot of fic writing today for FRW,,, Might post a starter call in between it all and tell myself it'll be different this time and I won't forget about it.