One of the largest improbabilities in the Doctor Who finale was that the Master had The Doctor’s telephone number, because if The Master did have it, wouldn’t they have been using it for years to prank call the Doctor?
I can only imagine how much fun The Master would have, calling up The Doctor to ask if his refrigerator was running.
So.. sleep was NOT a thing that happened. I decided to finish this instead. Oh well.. I can sleep when I’m dead.
If you haven’t guessed by now, I roleplay the 8th Doctor. He is my baby and I love him -sigh of longing- But I also play an alternate version. The reasons as to how The Doctor ended up a woman range from “That’s just how The Doctor regenerated.. It is random after all.” to “A space/Time anomaly”.. Reason just depends on the roleplay I’m involved in.. Oh.. and she’s a red head ♥
Personalities are identical. Want to give one of them a spin? hit me up for some shenanigans.
// eightandonly requested a costume swap but I only had time for one sorry! I’ll do the other over the weekend :)
Wellll I decided to make these collages to my gurls in classic who-Romana II my goddess and Ace McShane-Queen of everything
Let’s get this thing started in style, shall we? Faction Paradox, entirely without reference or forethought during class. Punching holes through space-time with all due reverence and blood. Probably your blood. Hey, where are you going?
I’ve been tearing my way through the Eighth Doctor Adventures, and also trying to start drawing more regularly again. I’m presently halfway through Seeing I, and my sketchbook is entirely Sam Jones. Sam is currently my #1 all space-and-time favorite companion, and maybe only a third of that is the fact that she was introduced as “kind of butch” and “I’m going to guess the fabulous bloke over there isn’t your boyfriend.”
Anyway, glad to be here! This should be fun.
Gentle reminder that Terrance Dicks — the script editor for Three’s UNIT era — wrote a short story in which the Master sneaks into the UNIT Christmas party with a big fake beard and a terrible accent just so he can spend time with the Doctor and the Doctor doesn’t even try to stop him and they share a glass of champagne on the balcony and gaze at the stars together and talk about their feelings and the Brigadier walks in on them and just goes “Doctor. why. why would you do that Doctor.”
Cecil. She/her. During the day I sit in libraries staring at books. During the night I write queer fanfiction with a historical slant.
Some not-so-random facts: Gay space lizards are the best lizards. Star Trek is my life. I have too many DS9 ships. Classic Who and the Eighth Doctor Adventures make me grin stupidly. Kelas Parmak is the best. I will defend historically accurate portrayals of Alan Turing to the last drop of blood. Likes and asks end up in the name of @apolesens-otheraccount, because Tumblr doesn't have a way of changing which blog is your primary one. Nothing happens over there - this is the one to follow.
