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lanawinterscigarettes · 4 months

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my house of stone, your ivy grows (Whittaker! Master x reader)

Summary: you find yourself growing feelings for the person who's supposed to be your enemy

Warnings: Dhawan! Doctor and Whittaker! Master (whoo!), secret relationship, worries of possible disownment (it doesn't happen), this has a pretty happy ending given the direction I could've gone with it

A/N: I don't know if anyone will read this because I'm not sure how popular Whittaker's version of The Master is but I find her to be incredibly attractive mkay. and I've currently been obsessed with evermore so naturally I just had to write another song fic, this time based loosely off ivy (my other evermore based fics are still wips, but I plan on finishing and posting those soon <3)

You didn't know how you went from despising The Master to loving her, but it had happened. All too fast and all too soon for you to recognize until you were in too deep to pull yourself back out again.

Her tidal wave swept over you, the rough waves keeping you from swimming back to shore, threatening to drown you if you made the wrong move. But they never would, because as unbelievable as it was, she loved you back.

You were just a simple house that stood out in the woods somewhere, abandoned, old, forgotten. Until her ivy was planted. It grew and grew, spreading quickly until you found yourself completely engulfed.

You would never be the same again. You could never give her up. And she could never take away her love without destroying you both in the process.

The way it came about was simple, really. You and The Doctor were under attack yet again by some alien species for trying to fix whatever damage they'd created, causing you to be separated.

You'd been hiding, doing your best not to get caught when you heard a silky voice coming from behind you.

"You know, if you're trying to avoid being seen, there's not the best place to do it."

Knowing who it was, you turned hesitantly, coming face to face with The Master.

"I could see you from your little 'hiding spot' miles away, and I have no doubt the people you're hiding from could, too." She had a smug look on her face, almost as if she was proud for calling you out on your poor decision making.

"What do you want?" You asked with a frown, immediately under the impression that she was up to no good.

She made a face of mock offense. "What, I can't offer you some simple, life saving advice?"

"You can't, no. Not without wanting something in return." You eyed her suspiciously, trying to figure out what her game plan was in being here.

"Oh, really? And why's that?" She leaned forward, her piercing eyes staring right into yours. Unlike most individuals she came across, you didn't look away.

"Because you're always up to something. You always have to have an ulterior motive," you said calmly, not at all deterred by her closeness.

The Master had to admit, she was impressed by both your reasoning and your lack of fear. "Alright, fine. I'll admit it, me giving you some piss poor advice is not the only reason why I'm here." She straightened herself back up, no longer standing as close. "I'm here because..." She let out a deep sigh, looking away. "I was- worried about you."

You let out a laugh at her statement. "You were worried about me?"

"Don't laugh." The Master snapped at you suddenly, shooting you a glare. "I didn't have to come rescue you, you know. I could've just left you here. To die."

"But you didn't. Because you were worried about me," you lightly teased, finding it amusing that one of the most ruthless and ambitious people in the universe cared enough to save the companion of their enemy.

She groaned in frustration. "Yes, okay, fine. I was worried, alright? Is that what you want to hear?" She held out a glove cladded hand for you to take. "Now, do you want to get out of here and survive, or not?"

You decided it would be wise not to push anymore of her buttons, as it was entirely possible she could change her mind and actually leave you there. So, you simply nodded in response, taking her hand and allowing her to guide you away from the fighting and back to her TARDIS. She then dropped you off at a safer location nearby, making sure you agreed not to mention any of what'd happened to The Doctor.

"I won't tell a soul, I swear," you'd promised her, your words sincere. It almost looked like she was smiling when the TARDIS doors shut. Then she was gone, leaving you to face The Doctor and his worried filled questions alone, but not before taking a piece of your heart with her.

You'd caught up with her again at some sort of alien marketplace, gifting her one of the planet's many different kinds of flora as a gift, your own way of saying 'thank you for saving me'. She'd accepted it wholeheartedly, setting it someplace beside her bed so it would be the last thing she'd see every night before she went to sleep, and the first thing she'd see every morning when she woke.

Your first true 'date' was the time she left a note on your dresser (how she got it there, you'll never know) telling you to dress somewhat fancy and be ready by nine. She took you to see the first ever showing of the musical Cats, of all things, though it was really just an excuse to see you again. Regardless of whether you enjoyed the show or not, the night ended on a high note (pun intended) when she gave you a gift of her very own; a kiss.

This back and forth dance of sneaking away together and leaving each other again when it was finally time to part went on for months, and though you never put a name on it, it was quite clear to both you and everyone else that you were head over heels in love.

You thought the two of you could be like that for the rest of eternity, hiding out from unknown forces who planned to take you away from her arms, cherishing each other in secret while your enemies threatened to rip you both apart and tarnish your new found love had they known. But as you had learned from your many travelings, nothing could last forever.

The Doctor had noticed you were acting differently. You'd been staying out later and later, and seemed much more occupied with whatever was going on in your mind than any adventures he took you on. As it was none of his business, he really didn't want to pry, but eventually his curiosity got the best of him and he just had to know.

He was tinkering with some sort of ancient alien tech when you walked into the TARDIS's control room.

"Whatcha working on?" You questioned as you made your way over.

"Oh, nothing. Just a piece of junk, really."

You nodded at his response, completely unaware of the absolute bomb of a question he was about to drop.

"Have you been seeing anyone recently?"

You froze, unsure how to process what he just said. "...what?"

"It's just-" he set down what he'd been holding on a nearby table and sighed. "You've been acting differently, these past couple of months. And, it's not that it's necessarily a bad thing, as you seem to be much happier, I'm just- curious, to find out why. Meeting someone new and being in a relationship can definitely cause that, so I was just asking."

You didn't know how to respond. Of course, you were seeing someone. Someone you probably shouldn't be. You didn't want to lie to him, but you knew he was bound to find out the truth eventually, so...

"I am seeing someone, actually." You said cautiously, testing the waters.

The Doctor perked up at this new piece of information. "Really? That's wonderful! Tell me, who are they? What are they like?"

You sucked in a deep breath while making a face that was full of pure nervous energy. "You won't like it."

"Nonsense! I'm sure I'll like whoever you've decided to take as a potentional life partner."

You blinked a few times at his choice of words before shaking your head, deciding it'd be best to just ignore it entirely. "Are you positive? 'Cause I... I just really don't want you to hate me." You said awkwardly, accompanied by some weak laughter.

He frowned slightly at your words. "That's ridiculous, I could never hate you. Now, tell me, who is it? Come on, I promise I won't be too mad," he lightly joked as he gave you a reassuring smile. "I trust your judgment, I'm sure they're fantastic, whoever this person is-"

"It's The Master," you suddenly blurted out, knowing the longer you listened to his praise the worse it would feel once you finally disappointed him. "I'm- I'm seeing The Master."

The Doctor just stood there, a look of bewilderment frozen on his face. "...what?"

You let out a sigh, having expected this kind of reaction already."It's The Master," you affirmed, having crossed the point of no return. "I- I know you're probably upset, and rightfully so, but she's really not that bad, once you get to know her-"

"Has she hypnotized you?" This time, it was you who was getting cut off mid sentence. "Has she threatened to hurt you in any way? Is she forcing you to go traveling with her?" Surprisingly enough, he didn't sound mad, like you thought he would. He didn't look it, either. He just seemed to be the reasonable amount of concerned.

You shook your head no at his questions. "No, she hasn't. I travel with her because I want to, because I like doing it. She-" you voice became slightly quieter as you recounted one of the many dates she'd taken you on "-she took me to see the aurora borealis, once. On a planet that had been completely covered in snow and ice."

That trip was especially vivid in your memory, partially due to how many layers you had to wrap up in so you wouldn't get cold. The part you remembered the most, though, was when The Master had noticed you'd forgotten to bring a pair of gloves with you, and took off her own in an effort to help keep your hands warm.

She could've just given you her gloves to wear, which might've been easier, but she hadn't, choosing to take your hands tightly in hers instead. That was the first time she'd ever done that, both in holding your hand properly and taking off her gloves in front of you.

The Doctor noticed the look of calm that washed over you when you were talking about her, one that not even hypnotism could conjure up. "Do you love her?" He asked softly, already getting a sense as to what the answer might be.

"Yes, I do." You professed as your eyes met his. His gaze was understanding and warm, the exact opposite of what you'd thought it'd be.

"Well, if that's the case-" He began, walking over to the TARDIS's control panel and fiddling around with it some "-then I suppose I have no choice..."

You sucked in a breath of air, incredibly tense as you waited for him to say what he was going to do with you. Maybe he'd just throw you in a black hole and be done with it. Or, worse, maybe he'd drop you off on some random planet somewhere where there was absolutely no chance for survival.

"...but to take you to see her." He finished with a flourish as the TARDIS landed. The Doctor opened the door and stepped outside, gesturing for you to follow him.

"This had better be good," a voice grumbled from in front of you, belonging to none other than The Master herself. Her gaze softened when she spotted you, though it didn't last very long, her eyes narrowing at The Doctor in suspicion. "What's all this?"

"I just wanted to say-" He turned, beckoning you to come closer "-that I know about your relationship with each other. And I'm not mad. In fact, I'm delighted."

You and The Master exchanged a look of confusion and disbelief. The Doctor noticed this, continuing nonetheless.

"It's true. Now, I know we haven't always been on the best of terms-"

"That's one way to put it," The Master muttered, crossing her arms.

"-but I don't want to make any unnecessary assumptions about the two of you. And while part of me does believe this could possibly be some sort of an eleborate plan to take me down-"

"Doctor," you whispered harshly, The Master smirking in amusement at your reaction.

"-I also don't want to define you only by your past mistakes." If he heard you, he didn't show it.

"I have a million reasons why I shouldn't trust you." The Doctor said directly to the clearly unimpressed woman standing in front of him. "But so did they, and now look where we are."

His words seemed to actually have an affect on her given how she'd uncrossed her arms and appeared to be actually listening. Until she opened her mouth. "So what is this then, you deciding to give us your blessing?" She sneered, going back to being defensive.

"Master." You took a step forward, offering your hand out to her, which she gladly took. "I think what he's trying to get at here, is that even if he doesn't trust you, he's not going to judge or shame me for doing the exact opposite. I can still be friends with him while also seeing you. That's all I've ever wanted."

The words you spoke seemed to have finally gotten to The Master. The ever permanent scowl she usually had on her face when being forced to interact with The Doctor disappeared, replaced by the faintest smile that only you could discern.

The Doctor clapped his hands together once in satisfaction. "Great! I'll leave you two to it, then."

The Master rolled her eyes in annoyance, causing you to let out a quiet giggle. "Yeah, you do that," she sarcastically replied, watching as The Doctor entered the TARDIS.

You waved him goodbye before turning back to the Time Lady in front of you. "So, where to now?" You asked excitedly, giving the hand you were holding a gentle squeeze.

She squeezed yours back, a twinkle of mischief in her eyes. "Wherever you want."

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maned-wo1f · 7 months

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sorry to those who followed only for metalocalypse or whatever but I gotta introduce you all to my super awesome cool ocs

From left to right on the colored image is:

Detective Yvonne Floyd, Sergeant Raden Miles, Lieutenant Erin Beckett, Detective Sam West, Detective Evan Hierdrich, the twins Ian Ments and Aaron Ments, Malakai Wilson, Andy Beckett, Cody Beckett, Ech0, Yegor (dog), Jahck, Don Whittaker, Damien Miller, The Demon, Atlas Jones, Archer, Silas, Baguette, Cornelius Reign, Geo Walker, Dave, Cannon (horse), Sheriff Wayne Colton, Clifton “Cliff” Bow, Azmodeus

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guerrerense · 9 months

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Where rod engines fear to tread por Kevin Madore Por Flickr: Cass Shay #5 crests the hill at the Lower Switchback (MP 2.3) and will shortly take on the 6.3% uphill grade that you see on the right....in reverse....as she works her way toward Whittaker Station and beyond. Logging railroads commonly had to use switchbacks such as this one to find manageable grades up to the elevations where timber was being harvested. These switchbacks typically had fairly long tails, allowing lengthy, multi-car trains to clear the switch, and then reverse direction uphill. Needless to say, #5's Fireman has the injectors going full-tilt, making sure the crown sheet will be covered when all of the water in the boiler shifts forward. At Cass, there are two of these switchbacks within a mile of each other, so when the trains reach Whittaker Station at MP 3.8, they were running forward once again. The grades you see on this mountain are far beyond anything that a normal rod engine could ever handle with a train. Four percent is commonly considered about the maximum for conventional engines. Geared engines such as this Shay however could handle more than twice that. With her weight evenly distributed across 3 trucks, and low-RPM power applied to each and every axle, the Shay is not very fast, but she is sure-footed. Indeed, the maximum grade on Cass Hill is a very steep 9% on the approach to Bald Knob.

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maccreadysbaby · 5 months

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oh shoot y’all here goes

a sneak peek of my next work, you won’t be surprised what it is

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“Bentley. Bentley, c’mon dude. Breathe. We gotta go,”

Bentley was trying to breathe, but Asten was dragging him with one hand into the endless forest beyond, and dragging Nico with the other, who was crying hysterically, and Bentley was sure they were going to die. His breaths were coming out as nothing more than painful wheezes and his heart felt like it was going to rip his chest open. And to top it all off, he was in the middle of a forest on the outskirts of Gotham, and not a single Wayne knew about it. The only sounds were the crunching of leaves and the clinking of the crowbar against other tools in Asten’s toolbelt. Their bodies would never be found out here.

Asten kept trying to drag them, but it was pointless when they were both crying messes that couldn’t keep up to save their lives.

“He’s freaking coming, you guys. Where are the bikes?” He whispered anxiously, whirling around and trying his best to keep the panic off of his face, for the sake of his younger friends. The crowbar hanging on his belt nearly hit Bentley in the stomach with the speed he pivoted. But Bentley was too focused on trying to get air into his lungs through his wheezy sobs and splutters to see Asten’s hazel eyes flick anxiously between the two of them.

“Jesus…” He muttered, and Bentley felt Asten’s hand land on the side of his head. “Do you have asthma?”

Bentley was pretty sure he didn’t. He’d only heard about asthma when Nico talked about his, but then again, asthma sounded a lot like anxiety attacks. At least the whole not being able to breathe part.

He wasn’t able to respond between the ragged breaths and cries that were forcing their way out of him, so he didn’t.

“Nico, can you-“

“I’m getting it!” The blonde exclaimed through sniffles and sobs of his own. He dug around in the pocket of his brown jacket, and Bentley heard the telltale shake of his inhaler right before the hiss of the medicine being released a couple times.

“Here,”

Bentley saw the quick exchange of the inhaler from hand to hand, and Asten started shaking it, leaning down farther so he could see Bentley’s face. His hand had moved from his head to his shoulder and stayed firmly there.

“You gotta breathe deep when I shove this thing in your mouth, Whittaker. It’ll help you breathe,”

Bentley nodded quickly, and Asten promptly put the inhaler in his mouth and pressed on it. He sucked in about as much air as he could force into his rebelling lungs.

“Perfect, just do it one more time,” Asten stated, moving his hand from Bentley’s shoulder to the back of his neck to keep his head in place. “Nico, you see anyone?”

“No,” He whimpered, his voice obstructed by his near endless crying. Asten pressed on the inhaler again, and Bentley made himself suck in what felt like a gallon of air. (It wasn’t actually that much air at all.) The medicine made him feel kind of woozy for a moment.

Asten kept his hand on Bentley, but stood up and looked around the woods, behind them at the cabin they’d come out of. “We have to go. You think you can run? I will not hesitate to give you the most terrifying piggyback of your life.”

Bentley forced a few more breaths in and out, and while the inhaler wasn’t making his stomach stop cramping or his panic fade, he wasn’t gasping for air so much anymore.

Nico squeaked, a high noise in the back of his throat, and jerked on the sleeve of Asten’s jacket and choked on a few more sobs. “I see him coming.”

Bentley turned back, and the unmistakable ray of light coming from a flashlight not that far behind them made him want to curl up and die.

“Run, go,” Asten ordered, ushering Nico out in front of him. “You got it, Bentley?”

“I got it,” He murmured. Running nearly a mile probably wasn’t ideal for someone still in the midst of an anxiety attack, but he didn’t really have a choice at this point. Asten shoved Nico’s inhaler in Bentley’s pocket, and they started running.

The cracking and crunching of leaves under their feet was nearly deafening in the pitch black, vacant forest, and the dim light from the moon and stars were their only source of vision. Asten stayed in the back, behind Bentley and Nico. Bentley was so focused on not falling and not throwing up and not hyperventilating that he shouted in fear when there was a loud metal CHINK! and Asten screamed.

Like actually screamed. Bentley hadn’t heard a sound like that since he’d been poisoned, and it sent both him and Nico pivoting backwards instantly.

Asten was on his hands and knees in the leaves and dirt, heaving for shaky breaths, and there was a bear trap on his right leg.

There was a bear trap on his right leg.

“Oh my God!” Nico shouted, dropping to his knees next to him. Bentley stood in a mixture of shock and terror before Asten forced out the words:

“Get it off,”

He wasn’t crying, but he was batting tears out of his eyes, which instantly made Bentley’s anxiety triple. He dropped down into the dirt on the other side of him.

Even in the dim light, Bentley could see the blood soaking through the leg of his pants. A lot of blood. And Asten was trembling, so Bentley put a hand on his side to give some kind of support. He had no idea how to remove a bear trap.

“These are freaking illegal-“ Nico was muttering (and still crying, now harder than he had been.) as he examined and tried to figure out any way to get the trap off.

And there were footsteps coming. Bentley glanced up, and he could see the flashlight beam panning through the forest.

“Oh my God, oh my God,” Nico murmured, bringing one hand up to his mouth and sobbing into it.

“Just…” Asten cursed under his breath, leaning into Bentley slightly to turn over and sit on his butt. “Just take it out of the ground, and… and we’ll get it off later.”

“You’re going to drag a bear trap on your foot where? Onto a bus? A taxi maybe?!” Nico squeaked. Asten reached for his toolbelt and pulled out the crowbar, holding it out to Bentley. The footsteps and flashlight beam were getting closer, and they wouldn’t be able to get away in time.

“Bentley,” Asten said seriously, grabbing his shoulder with one hand and attempting to hide a grimace of pain. Bentley looked down at the long, cool piece of metal he put in his hands. Wasn’t getting beaten by a crowbar how Jason died all those years ago?

He didn’t have much time to think about it, because the footsteps were getting closer, and they weren’t going anywhere.

Asten was hit by a wave of trembling, and he squeezed Bentley’s shoulder. “When he gets here, beat the hell out of him.”

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AAANNDDD Bentley isn’t out of the woods yet (literally.) there was no way I could abandon this boy. The second installment of his series, A Hundred Ways to Become a Wayne will be coming out soon! Keep ur eyes open 👀

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#oc; bentley #oc; bentley whittaker #oc; asten evans #oc; niko rockefeller #mb; a hundred ways to become a wayne

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spilladabalia · 2 months

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youtube

Demdike Stare - Conjoined

#Demdike Stare #Conjoined #miles whittaker #sean canty #electronic #experimental #techno #ambient #dark ambient #dub techno #symbiosis #2009 #Youtube

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ml-quinn · 2 years

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✨🪐Fancy a Trip in The Box?🌍✨

A 100 Song Thirteenth Doctor Era Playlist

genre: various (predominantly pop & alternative)

runtime: 6 hours 9 minutes

recommended play order: shuffle/as-is

themes:

the woman who fell to earth (gender, sexuality, feminism)

the fam (current & former companions)

the timeless child (loss of identity, trauma, grief)

[Full Track List & Links Under the Cut]

Track List

Someone New - Hozier

Constellations - The Oh Hellos

High On Humans - Oh Wonder

Won't Stop Running - A Great Big World

Don't Save Me - HAIM

Space Oddity - David Bowie

Lost in Time and Space - Lord Huron

Zero Gravity - Kate Miller-Heidke

Starry Eyed - Ellie Goulding

Rise Up - Andra Day

if i go to the moon - Shae Dale

New Constellations - Ryn Weaver

Until the Night Turns - Lord Huron

Don't Kill My Vibe - Sigrid

What You Know - Ali Dineen

Rise - Walk Off the Earth, Gabriela Bee

The Call - Regina Spektor

Saturn - Sleeping At Last

Family - Mother Mother

Clearest Blue - CHVRCHES

100 Years - Florence + The Machine

A Better Son/Daughter - Rilo Kiley

Night 13 - Auri

Chasing The Sun - Sara Bareilles

Louder in Outer Space - Skating Polly ft. Louise Post & Nina Gordon

Yellow - Jodie Whittaker

I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles) - The Proclaimers

I'm From Nowhere - Neko Case

Then She Appeared - XTC

Two Hearts - Bruce Springsteen

Floating in Space - The Apples in Stereo

Worlds Away - Strange Advance

Fugitive - Indigo Girls

Politics In Space - Kate Miller-Heidke

Darkness Keeps Chasing Me - Grace VanderWaal

Don't Be so Hard on Yourself - Jess Glynne

Anthem - Walk Off the Earth

Rocket Man - Elton John

Drops of Jupiter (Tell Me) - Train

Spaceman - The Killers

Clearly - Grace VanderWaal

Ground Control - All Time Low ft. Tegan and Sara

Astronauts - Rachel Platten

Fix You - Coldplay

Praying - Kesha

Rise - Katy Perry

I Choose - India.Arie

Not Ready to Make Nice - The Chicks

Back In My Body - Maggie Rogers

Haunted (Acoustic) - Taylor Swift

Galileo - Indigo Girls

Easy On Me - Adele

She Used To Be Mine - Sara Bareilles

Don't Feel Like Crying - Sigrid

Running If You Call My Name - HAIM

I See You - Phoebe Bridgers

Leave a Trace - CHVRCHES

Let It Be - The Beatles

Lonely Road - WILLOW

Sadness - Noah Cyrus

I Am Her - Shea Diamond

Walking with a Ghost - Tegan and Sara

Secret For The Mad - dodie

Holes in the Story - Alex the Astronaut

Bury It - CHVRCHES ft. Hayley Williams

I Don't Know My Name - Grace VanderWaal

Stranger To Yourself - Loving

Insecurities - Jess Glynne

The Future's Right In Front of Me- A Great Big World

Time Machine - Ingrid Michaelson

Uncharted - Sara Bareilles

All These Things That I've Done - The Killers

Change Is Everything - Son Lux

She - Alice Phobe Lou

Apple Tree - AURORA

Everything Has Changed - Taylor Swift ft. Ed Sheeran

She's A Rainbow - The Rolling Stones

Who Are You, Really? - Mikky Ekko

Man of a Thousand Faces - Regina Spektor

With A Little Help From My Friends - The Beatles

Like a Girl - Lizzo

Sum Of Our Parts - Mary Lambert

Who You Are - Jessie J

The Final Countdown - Gabriela Bee

I Did Something Bad - Taylor Swift

All of the Stars - Ed Sheeran

Little Lion Man - Mumford & Sons

Come Over (Again) - Crawlers

Geronimo - Sheppard

space girl - Frances Forever

The Man - Taylor Swift

The Last Day on Earth - Kate Miller-Heidke

Riversong - Ali Dineen

Help! - The Beatles

Time Machine - WILLOW

There Is an Answer - A Great Big World

You Don't Know Me - Ben Folds ft. Regina Spektor

Eleanor Rigby - The Beatles

How Big, How Blue, How Beautiful - Florence + The Machine

Rainbow - Kesha

Listen Now

Spotify

YouTube

#in honor of the end of an era #thirteenth doctor #doctor who #doctor who playlist #series 11 #series 12 #series 13 #yasmin khan #ryan sinclair #graham o’brien #dan lewis #thasmin #thirteen x yaz #(the thasmin vibes are subtle but intentional)#(also a hint of space wives)#spotify playlist #youtube playlist #Spotify

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the-magnus-institute · 2 years

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Snowfall - Statement 20201122

Statement of Alice Whittaker, regarding a sudden snowstorm. Original statement given November 22, 2020.

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It just seemed like a regular day, y'know? Woke up, headed outside, there’s untouched snow on the ground, and it’s simply peaceful. There wasn’t much for me to do, you know how it’s been lately, so I thought I would head into the woods for the day. I’ve been doing that a lot recently, just enjoying myself in the wilderness. See, I haven’t been able to keep in touch with many of my friends, but being in the woods was… it’s hard to put into words, “peaceful” isn’t quite the right one. “Fulfilling”, maybe?

Oh, I’m getting off topic. Anyways, I went into the woods, intent on exploring my usual haunts and excited about seeing them in the snow. There’s just something magical about fresh powder coating everything, the silence filling the air and the cold on your skin. I love just wandering through and seeing everything just slightly changed, looking at familiar trees, with the snow adding something more.

I… I don’t know how long I was out there, actually. I vaguely noticed when it started snowing again, filed it away in the back of my mind, but I was more focused on my trek through the woods and taking it all in. At some point though, it started falling faster and heavier, and when I couldn’t see my footprints after backtracking I knew I was in trouble. The forest I was in wasn’t small by any means, it’s a good 30 miles in any direction, and I didn’t know where I was. I just had to pick a direction and hope. So, I did.

It was difficult to tell what I was doing at some points. The wind had picked up, tossing flurries in my face and I had to constantly squint. It would blow so hard that I’d stumble backwards into a tree that I had passed, and I had to concentrate solely on putting one foot in front of the other. Time passed, and I had no way of telling it, other from the soreness of my feet and the stinging in my eyes.

At some point I noticed that I wasn’t seeing any trees anymore. Eddies of snow were curling across my vision, so I couldn’t tell if I was just missing them or if I’d stumbled onto a neighbor’s field. I was exhausted, though, and I just stopped where I was. The storm could take me for all I cared, I couldn’t do it anymore.

And then the wind and flurries were gone. All I saw around me was snow. Pristine, untouched, for miles and miles. Which simply wasn’t possible. None of my neighbors had a field this size. There was just a flat surface to the horizon. Not a single tree in sight, not a single plant breaking the surface, not even my footsteps that I had just taken.

I was alone.

I’ll admit, I was scared. Completely. I had been walking for what must have been hours through a storm, and now it was unnaturally gone. There weren’t any signs of civilization. There was just me, and the snow. I had a gut feeling that staying and hoping someone would appear was useless, and trying to find someone myself was equally useless. Whatever had happened, whatever was playing tricks on me, I just had to wait and see what would happen next.

I think it really hit me then. Just how alone I was. Not just being away from other people, but how far I was from everything in the world- no, in the universe. We don’t understand much of our world, do we? So how can we expect to know the universe? We’re ants, scurrying over the playground of giants. That’s what I had stumbled into. I was just an ant, cowering in the middle of everything. Insignificant in the course of the universe.

And I was strangely alright with that. I’d been scared just moments before, but it just felt right all of a sudden. Like a switch had flipped. I was tiny, but so was everything else. Just a constant variable in the equation now. Where before the endless snow had been frightening, I now took comfort from it.

I stood there for a long time. The vast emptiness made me feel strangely at home. The endlessness of it all was like nothing I’d seen before, quiet overtaking everything and leaving nothing in its wake. The sky was dull gray, but open and welcoming nonetheless. I lost myself in the view, feeling that it was mine, and mine alone.

I don’t remember much after that. The wind picked up again, snow eddied from the ground, and when it cleared I was back in the woods. I recognized the old split oak I was next to as being a few minutes from my family’s house, and just went home. The rest of my day has seemed normal. Although, I don’t know how I found this website, but it felt right to write everything down. There should be some sort of record of my experience.

I think I’m going to go back to the woods today. I have a feeling I’ll learn something new.

#submitted-statement #entity:vast #tma #the magnus archives #tma statement #tma fan statement #(i love the idea of the vast trying to scare this lady and her just being okay with it #''i guess im alone in the universe... okay cool anyways''#iconinc)

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Hypnotic master anon here, I'd like to make a Dhawan!master x reader request. (Or whittaker!master) The reader is walking though a market and sees a stall selling jewellery. The reader goes over to the stall the master (who is disguised) shows all the different jewellery to the reader, they grab a crystal necklace and use it to hypnotise the reader. The master then kidnaps the reader (while they are in the trance.)

Trying not to trip as you were gently shoved from side to side around the bustling market you finally chose to push your way to the side of the path. Catching your breath as dozens of people rushed pass in either direction. Taking a moment to look around the stalls you were close to a sparkle caught your eye.

Approaching the stall you saw that it was covered with hundreds of trinkets, jewelry, and gemstones. Slowly you inched closer past the few others looking at the wears on display. Everything was so beautiful, you wished that you could buy something... Even a small trinket, but the Doctor hadn’t given you really any money. He had just told you to explore while he searched for someone he needed to find... You weren’t sure who it was but he has warned you that he didn’t want you to meet them. Still it was somewhat weird of him not to throw you some spending money with a smile and a warning to ‘not buy too much as he wouldn’t help carry your things”.

“Anything capture your attention, love.”

Jumping as the voice startled you, slowly lifting your head to look at who had spoken. She looked far to business-like to be running a small stall in this market. Red silk with gold embroidery- that looked and shines as if it was real gold threat- covered with a shiny black vest. Her blond bob framing her face wonderfully. A dream, entrancing and alluring beyond anyone else you had seen in the universe so far in your travels.

Drawing you in mentally, she screamed interesting. Like the Doctor had when you first met him. Odd that someone else would inspire that feeling in you...

“No? Nothing catch your eye,” she drawled out after you were too distracted looking at her to answer. “Let me help with that then.”

Lifting up a red diamond shaped gemstone on a gold chain she dangled it temptingly in front of you.

“This would look wonderful around your pretty little neck. A sign of who you belong to, pet,” leaning closer you tried to pick up on what she had said almost under her breath.

“What did you-”

“I said that this would look pretty on you,” she repeated the words you had been able to hear as she started to sway the gem side to side.

Entranced, you watched it with wide blown eyes. Somehow you couldn’t take your eyes off of it. Attempting to turn your head away from the sight was impossible too. Dizzy. Head spinning as all thoughts left you. Black spots appeared throughout your vision in the most alarming of manners. What was happening to you?

The distant sound of the market place behind you scared you. It should be louder, more abrasive. Not this quiet stream of background noise that sounded miles away. What was she doing to you?

“The Doctor should know better than to leave a pretty pet of his unchaperoned. Anyone could just whisk them off their feet and carry them away. I think you and I will have quite the fun time leading him on a merry little chase! Proper enrichment for goody goody Doctors is important you know.”

The necklace was draped over you. Still you blankly stared forwards now looking into her hypnotic eyes. Her feral smile was oddly attractive even with the fear it filled you with. Sauntering around the stall to your side she picked you up in one fluid motion. Stronger than she appeared, then.

It seemed as if the other people in the market naturally parted for her to pass them all by. Yet none of them looked at you, so stopped to help you. Could no one tell you were being kidnapped. As if answering your silent pleas someone seemed to point you out to a man that looked like some sort of enforcer.

The woman pressed a soft kiss to the side of your jaw, making them relax and decide not to get involved.

Whispering in your ear she teased you, “make such a pretty, enticing damsel that even when nothing looks wrong people want to try and save you. I might like keeping you for myself more than messing with the Doctor, precious!”

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#anon #whittaker!master x reader #whittaker!master

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Book Recommendations: National Bird Day

The Secret Perfume of Birds by Danielle J. Whittaker

The puzzling lack of evidence for the peculiar but widespread belief that birds have no sense of smell irked evolutionary biologist Danielle Whittaker. Exploring the science behind the myth led her on an unexpected quest investigating mysteries from how juncos win a fight to why cowbirds smell like cookies. In The Secret Perfume of Birds - part science, part intellectual history, and part memoir - Whittaker blends humor, clear writing, and a compelling narrative to describe how scent is important not just for birds but for all animals, including humans.

Whittaker engagingly describes how emerging research has uncovered birds' ability to produce complex chemical signals that influence their behavior, including where they build nests, when they pick a fight, and why they fly away. Mate choice, or sexual selection - a still enigmatic aspect of many animals' lives - appears to be particularly influenced by smell. Whittaker's pioneering studies suggest that birds' sexy (and scary) signals are produced by symbiotic bacteria that manufacture scents in the oil that birds stroke on their feathers when preening. From tangerine-scented auklets to her beloved juncos, redolent of moss, birds from across the world feature in Whittaker's stories, but she also examines the smelly chemicals of all kinds of creatures, from iguanas and bees to monkeys and humans.

Readers will enjoy a rare opportunity to witness the twisting roads scientific research can take, especially the challenging, hilarious, and occasionally dangerous realities of ornithology in the wild.

A World on the Wing by Scott Weidensaul

In the past two decades, our understanding of the navigational and physiological feats that enable birds to cross immense oceans, fly above the highest mountains, or remain in unbroken flight for months at a stretch has exploded. What we’ve learned of these key migrations - how billions of birds circumnavigate the globe, flying tens of thousands of miles between hemispheres on an annual basis - is nothing short of extraordinary.

Bird migration entails almost unfathomable endurance, like a sparrow-sized sandpiper that will fly nonstop from Canada to Venezuela - the equivalent of running 126 consecutive marathons without food, water, or rest - avoiding dehydration by "drinking" moisture from its own muscles and organs, while orienting itself using the earth’s magnetic field through a form of quantum entanglement that made Einstein queasy. Crossing the Pacific Ocean in nine days of nonstop flight, as some birds do, leaves little time for sleep, but migrants can put half their brains to sleep for a few seconds at a time, alternating sides - and their reaction time actually improves.

These and other revelations convey both the wonder of bird migration and its global sweep, from the mudflats of the Yellow Sea in China to the remote mountains of northeastern India to the dusty hills of southern Cyprus. This breathtaking work of nature writing from Pulitzer Prize finalist Scott Weidensaul also introduces readers to those scientists, researchers, and bird lovers trying to preserve global migratory patterns in the face of climate change and other environmental challenges.

Birds and Us by Tim Birkhead

Since the dawn of human history, birds have stirred our imagination, inspiring and challenging our ideas about science, faith, art and philosophy. Looking to the skies above, we have variously worshipped them as gods, hunted them for sustenance, adorned ourselves in their feathers, studied their wings to engineer flight and, more recently, attempted to protect them.

In Birds and Us, award-winning writer and ornithologist Tim Birkhead takes us on an epic and dazzling journey through this mutual history with birds, from the ibises mummified and deified by Ancient Egyptians to Renaissance experiments on woodpecker anatomy, from Victorian obsessions with egg collecting to the present fight to save endangered species and restore their habitats.

Weaving in stories from his own life as a scientist, including far-flung expeditions to wondrous Neolithic caves in Spain and the bustling guillemot colonies of the Faroe Islands, this rich and fascinating book is the culmination of a lifetime's research and unforgettably shows how birds shaped us, and how we have shaped them.

The Hawk’s Way by Sy Montgomery

When Sy Montgomery went to spend a day at falconer Nancy Cowan’s farm, home to a dozen magnificent birds of prey, it was the start of a deep love affair. Nancy allowed her to work with Jazz, a feisty, four-year-old, female Harris’s hawk with a wingspan of more than four feet. Not a pet, Jazz was a fierce predator with talons that could pierce skin and bone and yet, she was willing to work with a human to hunt. From the first moment Jazz swept down from a tree and landed on Sy’s leather gloved fist, Sy fell under the hawk’s magnetic spell.

Over the next few years, Sy spent more time with these magnificent creatures, getting to know their extraordinary abilities and instincts. They are deeply emotional animals, quick to show anger and frustration, and can hold a grudge for years. But they are also loyal and intensely aware of their surroundings. In this mesmerizing account, featuring sixteen pages of gorgeous color photographs, Sy passionately and vividly reveals the wonderous world of hawks and what they can teach us about nature, life, and love.

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