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back in the day, i’d burn an entire city to the ground just to see the pretty shapes the smoke made. i’m sorry your plus one doesn’t get a happy ending, but, like it or not, i just saved this world because i want to change. your version of good is not absolute. it’s vain, arrogant, and sentimental. // indie missy of doctor who. selective & private. written by chelsea.

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me: super excited about my new blog also me: super nervous about promoting my new blog

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me: watches the pac.ific r.im 2 trailer me: sees gottl.ieb and geisz.ler me: “BABIES”

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Sorry that came off as aggressive, it’s probably because I’m being aggressive.

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@athrach

When Missy decided to return to the Doctor, she thought she would stand at his side and fight together, but by the time she got back, the battle was over. The land was barren and ashy, littered with the bodies of dead Cybermen. And no sign of the Doctor. What sort of cruel irony would it be if she ended up stranded here after abandoning both of her lifelines?

The subsequent, desperate search for the TARDIS proved fruitful. Cue a sigh of relief; he had not left her yet, after all. However, when Missy entered the box and approached the unconscious body lying on the floor, she found that he had indeed left her, leaving her in his place.

Missy bends down, tilting the Doctor’s face towards her so she can get a good look- oh, she’s quite pretty, isn’t she?- but this is quickly followed by a few pats on the blonde’s cheek. “Wakey wakey.”

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plotting call, lovelies !!

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Gruff men who get all soft and happy when they’re with you 

Big men with calloused hands who touch you like you’re something incredibly special 

Grumpy men who chuckle at your bad jokes 

Calm men who get protective and irrational and then pretend like they didn’t

Stoic men who look at you with gentle smiles on their face when you’re not looking at them with an expression that sort of says “I can’t believe she’s with me.“ 

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handwriting  can  tell  you  a  lot  about  a  person  .  go  here  and  reblog  with  your  character’s  handwriting  style !

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one of the best thing’s about simm’s return? not a single mention of the drums

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I have been on my feet all day.

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honestly missy’s character development in s10 was everything i’ve ever wanted. the master is a fantastic villain but god i just love them a lot and i adore their relationship with the doctor, so naturally i want the two of them to come together. i never truly believed it would happen because the master has just always been too proud and too set in their ways to change, and “turning good” would be like admitting defeat. but deep down, they never stopped caring for the doctor.

missy’s whole stint on the show has been about her trying to reconcile those two parts of herself: the part that is chaotic and evil, and the part that wants to be the doctor’s friend. in s8 and s9, we see that doesn’t really work. they both still care deeply for each other, but she cannot do the killing and the scheming and have a relationship with the doctor like she wants. in s10, the scale begins to level itself out. 

at her execution, she turned on the waterworks to appeal to the doctor’s sensibilities. those tears were not genuine. yes, she considers herself the doctor’s friend, but she didn’t actually want to be good. she didn’t want the doctor to teach her how to be a better person. she just didn’t want to die. the master likes to pretend they’re too big to beg, but their track record says otherwise lmao.

but then she was put in the vault and spent like what, seventy years in there? in the grand scheme of a time lord’s life, seventy years may not be much, but that isolation still got to her. the tears at her execution were forced, but the rest of them weren’t. (trust me, i didn’t know if they could be trusted at first either. goddamn i hoped she was actually being honest but i figured she was playing him.) like she said in the lie of the land, ‘being bad drowned that out.’ she’s not pure evil; she still has feelings. but she’s never actually marinated in them. it apparently takes about seventy years of imprisonment for the master to feel regret.

then the other master popped up. the one who burns like a whole screaming world on fire. his fire and his intensity must be so easy to get caught up in, especially for someone who knows exactly how it feels to be him. she says she remembers it and she will always miss it. but the pull of the doctor, her love for him and her desire to be his friend has finally become stronger than the pull of power and chaos and destruction. finally, the master stands with the doctor and the doctor has no idea.

but where she stands is where she falls. without hope. without witness. without reward. 

one part of her (chaotic and evil) shooting the other part of her (the doctor’s friend) is just fucking poetic, isn’t it? that’s what’s been going on for so long. those two parts just never mesh and the bad part always comes out triumphant.

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“That’s the trouble with hope. It’s hard to resist.”

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Hello, ordinary person. Please maintain a minimum separation of three feet. I’m really trying not to kill anyone today, but it would be tremendously helpful if your major arteries were out of reach.

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Scream of the Shalka sentence starters

“Something’s moving! Underneath the ground!”

“I don’t want to be here!”

“I won’t do it!”

“Where is everybody?”

“You gonna take me away from all this?”

“I haven’t seen you around here.”

“You’re the first human being I’ve seen on the street tonight and I was hoping for some assistance.”

“Hang on to something.”

“Around the corner, a lovely old lady has just died.”

“Somehow, nobody in Britain has noticed.”

“You’re pussyfooting around, walking on eggshells.”

“Everything here is normal.”

“I give you my word, this end’s tonight.”

“They’re obviously bioplasmic creatures.”

“Resist them, surprise them, and possibly perform a few show tunes.”

“You’re not human.”

“What are you?”

“So… this is goodbye.”

“Haven’t I done enough here?”

“They’re going to be fine.”

“Dear sir and/or madam, say something.”

“Do I take it you wish to board the TARDIS by force?”

“Empty vessels make the most noise.”

“Dear me, how tiresome.”

“Go and find someone else to play your filthy games with.”

“You get to be superior and eccentric.”

“I’m here under duress.”

“Don’t you ever offer me a gun again.”

“I’m not gonna let you control me.”

“I’m sorry. I hope I don’t taste of boot polish.”

“Every day presents a new challenge to one’s dignity.”

“Leave a message at the beep and we’ll try to get back to you before you called.”

“We really should change that message.”

“I’m trying to get there, you fool.”

“It’s been lovely but I must be going.”

“I only come to this planet for the wine and the total eclipses.”

“I’m not human and I don’t care. I’ll just get out of your way.”

“I’ll do whatever you want just don’t hurt her!”

“Tell me that you haven’t done something foolish. Again.”

“It was hardly worth your humiliation.”

“I should have let you die!”

“This is not my fault!”

“Where did you get that wound?”

“Leave him alone!”

“My plan worked perfectly.”

“The Doctor! They killed the Doctor!”

“I’m terribly sorry but I’m afraid that I’m about to die.”

“This is not how I want to spend my last few remaining seconds.”

“And this… is a black hole. BYE!”

“Have you saved the day?”

“We leave the girl behind.”

“I can’t do this anymore.”

“Oh no. I was hoping you got crushed under an avalanche.”

“Don’t bully the monster.”

“I’m just popping out to do something eccentric.”

“I could sue him for that. If I could get a lawyer to believe it.”

“Go away, there’s nothing here!”

“Go on. Save the world.”

“Hard to clear you mind of all it’s baggage in five minutes but, there.”

“This is me being deadly serious.”

“I need you in a very practical way.”

“Tell me honestly. Am I irritating you yet?”

“I think, therefore I win.”

“I have a tradition of getting in the way.”

“I am going to be okay, aren’t I?”

“I wouldn’t risk losing you. You know that.”

“So… tea?”

“Do you plan to stay long enough to explore?”

“I am by no means fond of you.”

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plotting call, lovelies !!

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