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hi i am presenting this paper TOMORROW.

it's actually becoming quite a big part of this conference paper i'm working on that missy's gender presentation is influenced by lucy saxon's and i just think it's neat. i tie the marilyn monroe references in both of their costuming/behaviour to the trans coding inherent in regeneration and the elaborate, ornamental hyperfemininity missy uses to connect to womanhood, performing her gender, and argue that she's imitating women in her life (or past life, as the case may be) to find the gender markers she likes best - a very common method trans people use to engage with gender. i still have my own headcanons about the kind of... weaponised incompetence she draws from the way lucy flew under the radar prior to killing her-as-saxon that don't apply to this argument and are just my opinions, but they build from here!

#* ooc. #FEAR.JPEG

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hi. not dead. still on kara.

#hang out w me over there <3

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hi. not dead. still on kara.

#love u miss u space jock has taken over my brain utterly

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hi. not dead. still on kara.

#what you have to understand is that something about this show latches onto my brain and will not let go every few years #not even exaggerating i think it's the best sci fi show EVER #im fully prepared to pay ppl ten bucks if they watch it and make blogs im so deadass #* ooc.

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do you guys ever think about a young koschei railing against the non-interference policy bc he wanted to own the universe bc i do OFTEN

#* ooc. #he was like why can't we interfere in their affairs. in fact why can't we control their every fucking move actually #we could make them better. i could make the stars better for being mine #no murder no death - not then. not yet. just... we have so much knowledge and power WHY AREN'T WE USING IT

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id have followed her anywhere she asked of me. i'd have thrown myself to the wild for her. @ob4yme

#I FULLY CANNOT BELIEVE I AM GOING TO HOLD THIS IN MY HANDS. #I CANNOT *BELIEVE THIS IS REAL* #* & rose (badwo1f) . #* visuals.

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@t1meaway

Marina Tsvetaeva, from "No one has taken anything away", Selected Poems

#* & the doctor.

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#TIMEDTHIRTEEN is an independent, highly private, highly canon divergent portrayal of the thirteenth doctor, as divorced from her origins in doctor w.ho. NON-RP BLOGS DNI.

#im over here tn <3 #* sp.

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plots please

i. we've spoken about this idea of one or the other of them posing as a queen/empress/what have you in some far-flung corner of the universe, but consider both of them in the same sector, space opera style, both of their armies going to war only for them to eventually come face-to-face with the person who has become essentially a temporary archenemy and... oh. it's you. ii. the master calls in her "favour" sometime before river stands up for her with the whole vault mess. it is perhaps a scosche cheeky of her to act like saving river's life against her wishes is something that created a debt between them but obviously she does. she gets into a situation she can't talk or shoot her own way out of, and she calls river. maybe even Feels Things About It. we won't get into those though. iii. bekdel test but we write it better because i feel like there's so much potential in that plot (river and the master staging a prison breakout together) if it can take its head out of its ass for five minutes and make it about anything but this ridiculous jealous rivalry over the doctor.

#* ooc answered. #whatspoilers #sorry this took an eternity <3

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"she's peter c.apaldi's master" "i mean from what i've seen that's not entirely incorrect" when he's seen less than twenty minutes of the series by volume and he gets it better than most people who saw the whole damn thing

#* ooc. #wheezing. actually.

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found out some distressing medical news today so consider this a proper low activity/potential hiatus notice.

#* ooc. #idk man we'll see how things shake out #i'm just. out here.

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[text: grumpy] only five? i'm insulted. [text: grumpy] i'm not your fucking errand girl. and anyway they only have wild berry.

[ 📲 text: ]  i’ve been such a bad girl.

Sexting (allegedly) Prompts

He stares at the received text for a good minute, brows furrowed intently as he waited, in vain, for the rest of her sentence, which seemed to be not coming.

[text: Poppins] Yes I am aware. [text: Poppins] You still have five outstanding warrants in three separate galaxies. [text: Poppins] And that's just for the faces they know about. [text: Poppins] Can you get skittles while you're out [text: Poppins] ?

#burnedself #* threads. #* crack. #the master in a von's in full blown victorian dress staring down at her iphone 12 mini like 'fuck you'

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was talking to @isbrilliant last night about this but the master has SUCH a fucking bias about chameleon tech okay.

#* ooc. #it's a philosophical question: can something pretend to be something else so effectively that it becomes that thing #for the sake of their sanity they would argue that a chameleon arched time lord #even whilst their dna is literally that of a human #is just acting. convincingly... so convincingly. but it's an act. they can't confront the possibility that it's not #(i don't agree with this take actually but there you are)

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it locked him out. she turned that one over in her mind a minute, tonguing over the backs of her teeth as she examined the box in more detail - it had been a good few years since they were en vogue anywhere, and she'd gathered that it was rather a nonissue in texas to begin with. he'd brought it here kicking and screaming and sparking, and she had questions, so many questions, but got the feeling that to ask any of them would only confuse her further. it wouldn't be appropriate to touch it, not here or anywhere; she held herself back bodily, flicking her gaze back to his.

" bea, " she said, and stuck her hands into the pockets of her trousers on the strength of a small, genuine smile, any wariness dying with prejudice; he was so odd, in such a darling way. " and - that's alright. 's not far, really, i can probably just bike. "

                   ❛            right ! no , sorry , it sort of .. locked me out , i'll - i'll move it as soon as i can.            ❜                    ooh , it had been an absolute nightmare , trying to get to this exact era of time , this exact location ; the tardis never really landed when i wanted , i was usually shaken off my a few days , give or take a century or two , but i'd managed to maneuver it as accurately as possible , to the detriment of the old blue box , who ground her gears angrily at the effort , eventually sputtering sparks & smoke , kicking me to the curb to slam the doors shut behind me.

i had her message , tucked away in the depths of my coat somewhere , & meeting her gaze now felt like ice water pooling down the arch of my spine , fixing my wide , questioning gaze 'pon the master. no. not the master. not entirely , not anymore. tongue prodding the inside of my cheek , i shook some flecks of ash from my hair , flashing her a wide , friendly grin as i i took a couple steps away from the tardis.                    ❛            sorry , i know it's a pain , i'm sure i can call you a cab , yeah ? take you wherever you need to go , & i'll get this big box out of your way. i'm the doctor , by the way , what's your name ?            ❜

#t1meaway #* t1meaway / ten. #* threads. #* verse: she's a moonage daydream. #normal about how many mannerisms they share. actually. #fobbed!master is the same kind of autistic as the doctor it's a constant of the universe

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" well, if you want to get technical about it ... " palm pressed to imitation wood, her free hand slipped into an artificially-deep pocket for her similarly borrowed key, sucking in her cheeks at the citrus taste of a timeline crossed.

" oh, that's easy: just tell her to let me drive. "

"--Maybe he will notice, now." She tries her best to look shocked, appalled even, but she can't help the smirk that slowly seeps into her features, like a kid who was about to steal from the cookie jar. The situation was-- oddly familiar, a memory tickling across her brain. Her role, different, yet awfully similar.

"Wait! What if I get-- ship sick?"

#burnedself #* threads. #this is SENDING ME OH MY GOD #'it's your own damn fault if you blow chunks because you can't fly smooth' canon interaction

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my binder came!!!!!!!!

#mun face cw #amomg other things ive been told that the confidence boost is palpable in these #and that i have now achieved twink status (i can die happy. this is all i have ever wanted)

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my binder came!!!!!!!!

#* ooc. #AM NOW UNSTOPPABLE. #HAVE ASCENDED TO HEIGHTS OF GENDER I HAVE nEVER BEFORE REACHED