the master is femme. (yes, missy, but not just missy.) I feel and believe so deeply in my soul that koschei, the master, all iterations, is femme. sexuality is irrelevant, whether she's gay or he's lesbian or they're ace etc. that timelord is femme!
obviously, missy is a femme fatale. elegant, beautiful, villainous woman. he's regenerated into a form where he's expected to be feminine, and he does what he does best--has fun with it. turns it into a PERFORMANCE. this isn't isolated to gomez' master, though. everything has always been about performance with the master. her villainy, from the start, has been a show for the doctor above all else. her schemes are designed with showmanship in mind, not efficiency. when the master steps into the room, you WILL look at her. she'll make sure of it. if you don't turn your head yourself, she'll turn it for you. she's going to ruin your life and you will watch and you will obey because she is your master and she is THE master. missy's appearance and behavior are as striking as ever--elegant, fanciful, dramatic--but this is true for all iterations. think back to delgado's master, how striking she was. how she performed. the master cares about her presentation, it's like, 80% of her villainy. she needs to stand out, it needs to be showy, unnecessary, and creative in its evil.
even simm's master, the painfully unstable, deluded, grandiose self that was resurrected starving & naked--who threw on the closest hoodie and eagerly tore apart a rotisserie chicken with her bare hands--took the time to do her eyeliner once she collected herself! found himself a nice suit, too. brought back that striking appearance. (I think it's important to note the difference between harold saxon's suit [a disguise] & the suit she wore for herself. saxon's suit is far less fashionable in my opinion.)
SHE'S FEMME!!!!!!!!!!!!
30 notes
·
View notes
watchmojo announcer voice The Top Three Most Emotionally Devastating Moments In “Connor’s Wedding” For Casey Romanfuckingroy Brookheimer
1. rome realizing he didn’t tell logan he loved him and frantically trying to get tom to put him to logan’s ear again even though they already said he was dead….. i noticed he didn’t say it earlier on so when he brought it up it just destroyed me esp the way culkin played it… also all just a little too close to home for me. honestly as a bitch with ocd who had to spend three months working on “radical acceptance” with a therapist after a tragic event bc i still refused to think nothing could be done, bc it still felt too surreal and wrong and impossible for it to be true…. well. roman this entire episode hit a lil too close to home for me fr
2. three way tie between “what? no, no, no, i can’t have that” + shiv blubbering and sobbing as she hands roman the phone + shiv’s voice when she said “why didn’t you come and get me? i was… i was right out there.” literally there was a solid period of five straight minutes where i was just weeping about shiv. sarah snook you are insane. so like while rome’s hit the most bc of my own life/experiences/etc on top of everything else, snook’s crying was so affecting that honestly she could’ve been reciting the dictionary or something and i still would’ve sobbed. that said maybe it was that hard to watch bc the specific cadence she spoke in and her voice and body language felt a little like looking into a mirror… like my response to grief is very much roman’s but my physical reaction is very much shiv’s so.., they destroyed me yeah
3. shiv and roman arguing about whether logan was dead or not, with shiv weeping and struggling to get the words out and roman screaming with his voice breaking that they don’t know if he’s dead yet so just “fucking STOP” ….. not even gonna talk ab this one. don’t need to. ruined me
47 notes
·
View notes
When Kaguya first wakes up, all the world bends to her will for one, glorious moment. The stars stand breathless, and humanity's collective breath hitches, and the waters of the planet curl towards her. For a fraction of a second, everything is as it should be.
It all falls apart rather quickly, of course. Humans are exactly as she remembers them- stubborn, haughty creatures. There are five of them still awake when Kaguya arrives. They fight and they fight and they fight, and it is pointless, of course, but it is still... irritating.
Well. Four of them fight. As Kaguya deflects a punch from a pink one and dodges a bolt of lighting from an Uchiha, the fifth human stands back, still enraptured by Kaguya.
Her face hangs- not slack, not unwilling- it is no forceful awe that overtakes the human. She gazes at Kaguya with adoration on purpose- she takes a slow step in the direction of the fight, eyes fixed on Kaguya, and-
She can use this.
"If you wish to join me," Kaguya says, her voice echoing over packed dirt and scorched sky. "You must be willing to fight my battles."
A small smirk graces the corner of the human's lips. "As you wish."
"What?" the other Uchiha says, whipping his head around to stare at the fifth human in disbelief. "Rin, no, she's trying to take over the world- she's going to kill everyone Rin, you won't achieve your dream like this!"
"Didn't you ever stop to wonder for one moment what my dream was?" Rin snarls, her red eye spinning into its Mangekyō form. "Obito, I may as well be in the genjutsu with everyone else right now. This is what I've always wanted."
Obito's singular sharingan narrows in either grief or anger- Kaguya doesn't have the chance to discern which it is before Rin leaps at him, water dancing at her fingertips. It aids her movements, flows with her hits, and as she dances in and out of reality she pulls the water within Obito's veins. He chokes, over and over and over, trying to fight two enemies at once, neither tangible, and Rin finishes the fight.
Kaguya kills two of the human children- the yellow one makes his escape before she can catch him.
"He'll be heading to Konoha," Rin tells her, stepping away from Obito's body. "If he can wake up the people there... it'd be annoying for you."
"Noted," Kaguya says. "We will peruse him immediately."
Rin looks up at her like she's the sun and the stars and the rest of the sky all wrapped up together. She looks at Kaguya like she's more than just an invader from the moon. She does not respect Kaguya because she fears her. She loves Kaguya because, for some ineffable reason, she chooses to.
Kaguya will use that.
-
Rin looks beautiful when her hands are stained in blood.
The thought surprises Kaguya, for a split second, but she pushes the feeling down, because of course it is beautiful. The blood represents another step taken towards her goals. When she sees the glistening red coat Rin's fists, highlighting every vein and scar, her heart beats faster. Rin turns to Kaguya, thick muscle evident in the motion, and meets her eyes. The mismatched scarlet and brown-
Kaguya turns away, and to her horror, feels a slight blush creeping across her face. The blood is beautiful, and her conquest is beautiful, but... From the corner of her eye, she sees Rin's face crinkle happily, and she has a sudden urge to grab it.
"Are you done?" Kaguya says, doing her best to swallow the... sudden realizations she has made.
"He doesn't have any blood left to bleed," Rin says, grinning like a shark.
"Good," Kaguya says. "Good."
Rin rolls her shoulders, and then lets her sharingan fade back to its base state. Kaguya cannot help but record every detail of the half-shrug to her perfect memory. All of a sudden, she is as enraptured with Rin as Rin is with her. Well- not suddenly. The more Kaguya reflects over the past weeks she has spent with her, the more she realizes that this affection has been building for a very, very long time.
"...you love me," Kaguya says, just as Rin is turning to leave, to hunt down the next of the scant individuals who managed to escape the infinite tsukuyomi. Her voice does not echo over the land like it usually does. She cannot bare to let it. The moment is too intimate to be used for intimidation.
"I do," Rin says. Her eyes search Kaguya's face.
"And I believe that I have come to love you," Kaguya whispers.
"Well, of course," Rin says, like she knew this would happen from the very moment she laid eyes on Kaguya. "I am the moth to your moon."
"My moth..." Kaguya says.
Rin tenderly moves to her, embraces her, and their lips meet, and-
-
Kaguya glances at her moth. Rin is holding her head high, eyes alight with the reflection of distant fire.
Rin stares and stares and stares, her eyes empty behind the carnage. Sometimes, Kaguya wonders if there is anything behind Rin's easy air of romance and violence.
All they have left is quiet moments together. The world has burned and bled, and she and her moth sit atop the ashes of it all, together.
In these quiet moments, Kaguya has come to appreciate how empty Rin is. She wears a mask of a moth, and Kaguya doesn't think she even knows who she is underneath the mask.
Oddly, Kaguya finds herself drawn to the Rin she has not seen. She wants to gently peel the masks off until she finds the wraith of Rin who doesn't pretend to be anyone. It's an odd feeling, but not more unfamiliar than any of the attraction Kaguya has been experiencing lately.
Rin turns to Kaguya, and something slides over her eyes, and her face sharpens into something hard and beautiful- like carved, painted wood, she smiles. That's beautiful, too, but there's something intrinsically wrong with it. Kaguya almost likes the blank stares better.
"Does something trouble you, my moon?" Rin asks softly.
The pet name sends shivers up Kaguya's spine. "...nothing that needs to be addressed now."
Rin raises an eyebrow, but Kaguya shakes her head gently. "We have all the time in the world, now. Let's just watch the fields burn, for now."
Rin relaxes, and the mask comes off, and Kaguya stares at every curve of her impassive face, her hooded eyes, and slightly parted lips, and burns it into her perfect memory.
4 notes
·
View notes