i t w e a r s y o u d o w n —-
slowly, not all at once
like a tire that’s lost
every inch of tread.
You start to slip,
sliding along the asphalt.
That’s what this life does,
life in the seat of a car,
life on the road ———-
i t w e a r s y o u d o w n
peoplejustgetobsessed started following you
"Was that really necessary?-
-Not that I’m complaining, but…”
& ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴛʜᴇ
ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʟʟ sᴀʏ ɪ ᴀᴍ.
Within minutes, the Master practically inhaled his burger.
In truth, he hadn’t eaten in some time as well.
i try on occasion to be visually pleasing
who dis beautiful person sending me love
bless ur face
He tried to return a smile, but it was quite obviously nervous.
Something about this man wasn’t right- and it wasn’t just his lack of a real name.
"…R-Right. It’s a-a pleasure to meet you then, Mr…Master.
I’m Intelligence Dampening Core; Wheatley.”
"Er…it’s been wonderful meeting the Master of…all, but I should…
…probably be going. Somewhere. Somewhere soon.”
the smile slips away,
fading into suspicion,
eyes narrowing ever so slightly.
"Intelligence Dampening Core?" he inquires
with a tilt of his head,
hoping for elaboration.
the phrase sounds familiar.
"Why the rush, my dear Wheatley? I’m rather enjoying this chat.”
Five things in common with my muse:
- We both identify as male.
- We both have trust issues.
- We both hate the human species in general.
- We both have absolutely spectacular smiles.
- We’re both good liars.
Five differences between me and my muse:
- He’s fucking insane.
- He’s blond.
- Did I mention he’s insane? (And also a Timelord.)
- I don’t hallucinate nor am I like 1400+ years old.
- HE’S LOST HIS FUCKING MIND.
ugh so busy today
had to get up early for school registration and then i got a call from the pool programmer saying that a position as an instructor just recently opened up for me (after having been called a few days earlier that i hadnt gotten the job) so i had to go get a security check done and now im finally home
may be too worn out to get to threads but idk yet
We are creating a giant master-list for every Doctor Who roleplayer.
Everything was deadly silent within the TARDIS console. For the untrained eye, one would think it to be empty. But that wasn’t true, not in the slightest. Lying upon the floor in a bundle of clothes far too big for him was a child. This particular youngster was different from most, not by talent. It was who he was that set him out from others. Or rather, who he was to become. For this child, was Theta Sigma.
“Hello?” He called out, his voice echoing through the TARDIS halls. Theta didn’t know how—or even why he was here. But it didn’t defy the fact that he was. Frustrated he pushed his hair from his eyes, pouting slightly. Arising from the floor, he glanced around at the unfamiliar surroundings “Anybody out there?”
A dark-haired boy, small, afraid, and tossed in an unfamiliar environment, sprinted through the various hallways of the TARDIS. He glanced behind him, panting heavily and panicked, almost as if he had the feeling of being chased, but there was nothing there. Then, unable to keep his footing, he tripped and fell, landing harshly at the entrance to a room larger than the previous ones, with a massive control hub in the center.
"Who’s there?" he demanded angrily, glaring at the figure positioned further inside the console room and quickly pushing himself up to stand. "What do you want?"
The boy paused, then shot the other a look of confusion.
"Theta? Is that you?"