masterlysamtyler

[masterlysamtyler]

while I'm trying to figure out how to make my return on here, I can be found over on my fandomless multi-muse blog.

doesn't contain Doctor Who or Life on Mars, but for anyone craving a villain, a detective or simply John Simm's face, I've got you covered.

Happy to write with y'alls over there or like this post for a wee random starter :D

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Decided to make a Life on Mars/Doctor Who crossover comic, about Sam being the Master, that no one asked for and is about 15 years too late 😂

Chapter 1 is almost done, I’ll hopefully have it posted here and on AO3 in the next week. Thinking of naming it “Sam Tyler Doesn’t Exist.” First chapter will stand alone, but I’ve written a script for a second chapter already. Mostly ignores Ashes to Ashes, and anything after series 4 of Doctor Who.

Gosh!

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[GIF Pack] John Simm

Following this link you’ll find 363 gifs (245x150) of John Simm as The Master in Doctor Who: The End Of Time from 2009/10. John Simm is a British actor and was 39 at the time of filming.

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Trigger-warnings: eating, flashing lights, guns, skeletons

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A relationship should be 50/50. You're a great soft, sissy, girly, nancy, French, bender, Man United supporting poof, and he's an overweight, over the hill, nicotine-stained, borderline alcoholic, homophobe with a superiority complex and an unhealthy obsession with male bonding.

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John Simm as Sam Tyler LIFE ON MARS (2006-2007) - Episode #1.02

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[GIF Pack] John Simm

Following this link you’ll find 823 gifs (245x150) of John Simm as Jack Whelan in Intruders from 2014. John Simm is a British actor and was 43 at the time of filming.

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Trigger-warnings: alcohol, arson, blood, cigarettes, flashing lights, guns, violence

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//just found 3 replies in my drafts?? wtf?! why didn’t I ever post them? weeeiiird

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xthatboylukex​:

“Who are you calling?” Luke’s voice cracked as a tear rolled down his cheek.

He looked at his teddy, finding comfort in having it right next to him. Weird how an object can do that, he thought. He wanted to pull it close. The light sheen of sweat on his body made him think twice, however. It would become dirty. So, he left it where it was.

“…Yeah. A cuppa would be good,” he added, later than he had intended.

"Your headmaster and my... the guv. I’m not going to work and leave you alone.” That being decided, Sam, being a workaholic, would probably suggest sending him some files so he could work from home instead. But whatever the outcome, he was certain of one thing: he would not leave Luke alone.

Not for long at least. Both calls were done in the span of ten minutes after which he returned with a Manchester United print mug of tea and a damp cloth.

“There you go,” Sam placed the mug on the nightstand and the cloth gently on Luke’s forehead. “Looks like we have the entire day to ourselves. No school. No work.”

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forever-running​:

Jenny looked at him and raised an eyebrow and contemplated what he said to her .and thought how best to describe the situation . She was surprised he remained calm . She was not one for lying so told the truth with the questions he asked .

“ ok so my name is Jenny , I have no official second name , and I don’t stay here and don’t have anyway for you to contact me after this ” she said honestly “ my father was known by The Doctor ” she said simply . “That’s all I ever knew him as ”

Sam rolled his eyes in annoyance. She didn’t even try to cooperate and it was grating on his nerves. Were the case less ambiguous, he’d been lecturing her by now about how gruesome crimes were no laughing matter. How the victims deserved respect, a swift clearing up and a fair administration of justice. The latter two ‘Jenny’ was impeding by not cooperating.

But alas this was not a normal case and Sam was willing to skip the particulars stage, not lest because the name of ‘the Doctor’ rang a bell. He massaged his nose bridge and sighed heavily. “Fine.” It wasn’t fine. “Can you at least enlighten me on what happened here?”

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haroldtsaxon​:

“The kind that’s trying to keep the patients in when they don’t want to be there” he says frowning as he looks over at the other. “It… it was an asylum… but i’m not crazy, not anymore.” he says shaking his head 

“What they did to me…. it cured me…. they didn’t mean it to but it did and afterwards they didn’t want to let me go…. they were torturing me in there. I know I sound crazy saying that but look at me, they didn’t feed me, they burned me” he says showing cigarette markings on his forearms., beat me…. please you can’t let them find me” he sas curling up as Sam started to drive. 

Koschei is relieved when they pull up in front of an appartment building and not a hospital or cop station. 

“I uh…. you look a lot like me…. “ he says “me when I was a healthy weight at least” he says

Not crazy anymore? Sam would’ve given his everything to know how that felt like. He had yet to figure out whether he was mad, in a coma or back in time. On an especially bad day he was convinced it was all three. But his personal decent into madness aside, he wasn’t too sure about ‘craziness’ being something curable. Science suggested otherwise. Well, maybe not in the 70s, but then again the other was wearing a very anachronistic hospital gown.

“I look quite fit for someone in a coma,” Sam retorted, his cynicism getting the better of him. As weird as his statement might have been, he did nothing to clarify or explain it further, instead he got out of the car to open the door for the other.

“It’s small, and you can’t stay for long,” that being said, he led Koschei into the terraced house and up the steep and narrow staircase to the first floor where Sam’s flat was located. Oh... this was a bad idea. He unlocked the door and bid the other to follow him into his tiny studio flat; kitchen unit, tv, table and two chairs, and a neatly folded away murphy bed made up the entirety of the flat, behind a closed door must’ve been the adjacent bathroom. Potentially equally tiny and depressingly 70s. It was only temporary, Sam told himself, why bother get something nicer.

“Take a seat. I’ll fix us a cuppa.”

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#both brain cells at work 💖

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My name is Sam Tyler. I had an accident, and I woke up in 1973. Am I mad, in a coma, or back in time? Whatever’s happened, it’s like I’ve landed on a different planet. Now, maybe if I can work out the reason, I can get home.

Life on Mars: Series One (2006)

created by Matthew Graham, Tony Jordan, Ashley Pharoah

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xthatboylukex​:

One thing Luke couldn’t decide on was whether he should speak ‘to her’. On one hand, her body was below his feet…On the other, he didn’t believe in an afterlife, and neither did she. Well, neither of them believed in an almighty power. In his mind, you couldn’t have one without the other.

“No, I appreciate the company.” He finally glanced at him.

Then he lowered himself to the ground, sitting and staring at the grave marker.

Sam nodded, when Luke briefly turned to face him. Words failed him at the moment, so he pressed his lips together before he said something stupid instead. This was about Luke and his mum, not about him, so he would stay in the background and be there when he was needed.

Only because he knew it was expected of him by society, did he step forward to lay down the flowers they both brought, then quickly retreated to his former spot, a good step behind the mourning boy.

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riiese​:

Hilda took a deep breath, then yelled right the fuck along with the guy:

“LIFE’S NOT FAIR! AAAAA!”

She continued the last yell until she couldn’t tell anymore. There was a pause taken for breath, then she stepped out of her hiding place.

“I, uh,” the teen said, then paused for a sip of water from the reusable one she carried with her in her bag everywhere— mulberry, made of some kind of plastic or silicone or both more than likely, “didn’t expect anybody to be here. Yelling really helps my nerves, and I heard you doing it, so I thought, hey, what the fuck, why not? What’s it you’re yelling about being unfair?”

Quirking an eyebrow at the young human’s reasoning the Master listened in polite silence with what could be interpreted as interest. He nodded in a way to show appreciation yet did nothing to provide her with the truth about his own frustration.

He had been holding the entire world in his grasp. He would’ve conquered so much more. Time itself even, if it hadn’t been for the Doctor’s or Rassilon’s meddling. Though worse than forfeiting rulership was only the fact that after he’d learned who was responsible for his life long torment, he was denied adequate vengeance.

“Do you ever feel like shoving tiny pointy stones down someone’s throat for what they’ve done to you as a child?”, the Master waited a heart beat, adding a lighter “Yeah, me neither.” though he knew the girl would get that he had not been joking. 

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forever-running​:

Jenny nodded “ yeah a witness ” she said as she looked at the other . How would she explain what she saw, what she knew without sounding insane , without being admitted in to a mental hospital . She looked at the other and she felt something . A confusing felling , like she should know him … Well not know him but …. She just got a feeling of familiarity. She shook it off.

She glanced behind him at the other cops and she shook her head and sighed .

“ I do actually ” she said admittedly “cause you would lock me up if I said what I saw ” she said simply . “Well officer , my name is Jenny , I have never really had a second name , my dad never used one either , but then he just went by his title ”

“Don’t play games with me.” Sam had a zero bullshit tolerance when it came to his job, which given the gruesome nature of most of his cases wasn’t exactly surprising. But he was willing to give anyone and everyone the benefit of the doubt. So aside from his serious remark, he took no further actions. Instead he took a deep breath and encouraged the young woman to be honest with him:

“Nothing will happen to you, I promise. But I need your full name for the witness report and a way to contact you in case we have further questions later.” He sighed. “You mentioned your father. What was he known as?”

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flawed---by---design​:

She hated this.

Tracey hated Christmas. Well, no, she didn’t really care. She wouldn’t have cared at all if it weren’t such a thing to everyone around her. Most holidays were easy enough. You politely declined joining in with celebrations, said “it’s not my thing,” and people left you alone. But NO, you couldn’t do that with this holiday, especially not when everyone who knew you knew that you didn’t have family and were living a whole ocean away from your hometown.

So she told everyone she had plans. Sorry, she couldn’t go to your weird little family get-together with the paper crowns, she had plans. And to be fair, Tracey did have plans. That those plans mostly included locking herself in her flat and binge-watching the old Scifi Channel’s Dune series, well, that was nobody’s business but hers.

Excuse me? Do you know where the next station is?

Tracey paused mid-step and blinked at the owner of the voice. She adjusted her backpack slightly. It was full of supplies for her plans: nacho fixings, microwave popcorn, and a bottle of tequila. She wasn’t exactly expecting trouble, but she knew that such things often happened when you weren’t expecting them and a heavy bag often made for a good defense.

“You looking for a subway or a bus?” she drawled back. Then she smirked playfully at him. “Nice hoodie, by the way.” And it was. It matched her own, plain black and probably warm as hell.

The Master snorted a chuckle at the stranger’s remark at his outfit. Stolen. Not his first choice, but the best he could do to keep a low profile and blend in. And blending in he did. Judging by how the young woman wore a similar style hoodie and was also commenting on it. Good. At least something was going according to plan.

The corner of his mouth was tugged back into a semblance of a smile and he nodded appreciatively. “Railway station,” he explained himself. After his failed resurrection, the subsequent explosion and the fine streak of murders, he needed a strategic retreat if he didn’t want Torchwood or UNIT ruining his party.

“Coach station would do. Anything to get me out of this miserable town drowning in decadent christmas spirit.”

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xthatboylukex​:

He had not expected this reunion at all. If he had, he would’ve put more effort into his appearance… hair would be more combed, his clothes would be less disheveled. Being at a newborn’s beck and call meant giving up such luxuries.

“Not at all!” Luke motioned to the unclaimed spot on the bench. “I’m so glad to see you. Especially since we haven’t spoken in a bit.” The communication had become more and more sporadic as of late, and not just because the baby had joined the family. It was Luke’s struggle to get ahold of Sam.

“Are you doing alright?” A better alternative to the typical and useless ‘how are you?’.

Though the Master’s fatherly feelings towards Luke were as genuine as they had been while he was Sam, making him even forget for a heart beat he was not a goody-two-shoes cop anymore, when it came to what he told and kept a secret from Luke the Time Lord acted the polar opposite to his alter ego.

Sam always made sure Luke was involved. The Master on the other hand... he let his gaze wander and nodded. Yeah, he was doing alright. Got recently dethroned by the very civilisation he had conquored and held for a decade or so. The usual. Angry mob. Pitch forks. Well, space pitch forks. In space. Surprisingly no Doctor to ruin the fun but he’d thoroughly tampered with history enough to give his old rival a migraine. That alone was worth being chased away. 

Space pitch forks. So pointy.

“I’m alive,” he joked instead, “No matter what I’d do it couldn’t compare to your little wonder. I had to see with my own eyes.” He smiled.

“How are you holding up? She keeping you busy?”