#anywherexwhen

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@anywherexwhen

and I just gotta say, I LOVE ink on my dash. I miss ink. I love every character interaction we have. I have a special place in my heart for the werewolf my girl shot in the ass and I am waiting SO PATIENTLY for them to come back.

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@stage-set

He might.

"Mm."

Who's to say Time Lords think, even exist, in a linear composition of time and space? Maybe moments of perfect contentment are tantamount to existing in an eternal right-here-and-now, out of which one can only be jarred by slipping out of the bliss-statein which Koschei now delights.

It has been long months, but the Doctor will once again feel the delirious joy of a rhythmically thrumming mind., gently throbbing against the walls of his own. It's the Master purring; it's rare, for it's entirely guileless.

"Stay, this time....I'm viciously clever...I'll find ways to keep up....bring you novelty....let you believe you're always right...choose me..?"

Send 🎥 for a random scene of my muse’s life || always accepting || @anywherexwhen

"WHO PUT ABBA IN THE TAPE PLAYER?" Johannes' voice screamed from the driving seat in an attempt to be heard over the synthesizers and piano scales from the introduction to Dancing Queen booming through the VW Camper Van stereo.

"DO YOU HAVE TO ASK?!" Mikael yelled from the passenger seat, gesticulating wildly as he tried to turn the volume dial down, to no avail. The Camper Van had many faults, one of which was the old tape deck which intermittently skipped, could not be turned off and invariably could never be turned down from max volume.

"AATOS, I AM GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!" Johannes bellowed, followed by a slew of Finnish swear words. Yet, despite his fury, his driving was not affected by the blaring vocal stylings of the Swedish pop rock group.

In the back of the camper van, Aatos could barely breathe for laughing, rolling around in his seat next to Terje and Matias who were both snickering along with him. "I-...I WON'T HEAR ANY ABBA SLANDER, JOHA!" Aatos managed to shout out.

"WHAT WAS THAT? I CAN'T HEAR YOU OVER THIS SHIT!" Johannes yelled back, the gears grinding as he pushed it into fourth gear to accelerate onto the motorway.

"FRIDAY NIGHT AND THE LIGHTS ARE LOW!" Terje suddenly belted out in a scream, causing Matias and Aatos to immediately roar with laughter at the sudden outburst. "LOOKING OUT FOR A PLACE TO GO!"

"Jesus fucking Christ..." Mikael chuckled, his voice barely audible over the sound of the crackling tape deck. He pinched the bridge of his nose, looking down at the dusty floor mat beneath his feet.

"WHERE THEY PLAY THE RIGHT MUSIC, GETTING IN THE SWING, YOU COME TO LOOK FOR A KING!" Aatos half-sang, half shouted.

"Bring your old friend Aatos along, they said, it'll be fun, they said!" Johannes grumbled, his voice audible over the sound of the bridge.

"WITH A BIT OF ROCK MUSIC, EVERYTHING IS FINE-!" yelled Terje. "YOU'RE IN THE MOOD FOR A DANCE." added Mikael. "AND WHEN YOU GET THE CHANCE - TAKE IT AWAY JOHA!" shouted Aatos.

Muse A: Alan \\ Muse B: Barry (ALAN’S REVENGE!!)

multimuse grape vine || ENTHUSIASTICALLY accepting || @anywherexwhen

Alan, who had been fighting off the blush that had virtually burned his face with the intensity of his mortification, suddenly perked up.

"Oh...oh no-" Barry wagged his finger against the air, eyes widening as he watched Alan grin.

"I got asked, Bar," he replied with a nonchalant shrug and a deviously sly grin.

"Doesn’t mean you gotta answer, Al!" His voice wavered.

"But, I'm compelled to!" He cried. "When Barry and I were kids, he had a crush on this girl in our block: Susie Langford-" Barry let out an exasperated cry of disapproval. "- she was your typical little girl. Blonde hair, pigtails, pink frilly dress, the whole nine yards. Trouble is, she also had the typical girl mindset of: Eww, boys are gross!~ Aaaaand she broke Barry's heart..."

Barry groaned. "You can stop there, y'know, Al! We don't have to go through all of this!"

"Why not? We're just getting started!" Alan continued snarkily. "So, that's pretty much our theme here. Barry would find a girl, like her, then she'd reject him and break his heart. Managers never get the girls, Al. It's always the artists!"

"Am I wrong?!" Barry insisted furiously. "You got hoardes of fangirls practically throwing themselves at you! I am the drummer of this band while you're the lead singer gettin' all the action!"

Alan made a sceptical face. "I think we've already established I'm not really getting any action, haven't we?"

"Oh, you know what I mean!" Barry whined in objection, waving his wrists.

Alan chuckled, then considered. "You know what you need, Bar? Some girl who is absolutely head over heels for you...someone who just wants to live with you and cook for you and make you happy, y'know?"

Barry's expression softened a touch, then he grew playful again. "Think you can write me somebody like that?"

Talk to my muse’s parents (mother)

K - Kiss and Tell: Do they talk about their sex life to others? If they do do they go into detail or are they more casual about it? Do they share photos with other people or are those private?

@anywherexwhen / smut meme

I'm assuming these are for Jon at this point, and I don't blame anyone LMAO

IT WAS A CONFESSION BORNE FROM A SOMEWHAT HEATED DISCUSSION. As intoxicating as their shared ventures through the cosmos had quickly become, the accompanying dangers were commonplace, to say the least. So much so, they were almost expected, with he himself reacting with mild surprise whenever there wasn't some domestic or otherworldly force threatening their very existence.

STILL, IF ONLY SUCH CALM COULD LAST. The Daleks had returned - again. They were dictating some determination to obliterate some specific species they'd deemed inferior - again. Most relevant to this conversation, though, was that The Doctor had decided to hint that this could very well spell the end for his current face - again. There was definitely a pattern of familiarity emerging. However, on this specific occasion, for a reason as yet unknown, he himself had decided that his tolerance of this entire mess had reached an all-time low, and had snapped in response to the other's words - the true nature of his feelings escaping him within his rant.

ALMOST IMMEDIATELY, HE FOUND HIMSELF SIGHING. Not to say that he regretted his outburst, but rather, the brash nature of it. The Doctor had lost. Plenty of times. Too many for both their respective likings.

❝ I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to upset you. ❞

OFFERED ONCE THE TARDIS HAD STABILISED. He barely reacted to such sights anymore, not least the rare lapses of the other man's telepathic control.

❝ -- But I meant what I said. All of it. ❞

HE FINALLY DARED TO LOOK THE TIME LORD IN THE EYE. Steel laced his features as he closed the distance between them.

❝ Doctor, you know as well as I do that I'm a blip in this universe. My absence would barely be felt. Yours - it would be catastrophic. I'm confident in saying that we wouldn't stand much of a chance. ❞

He wasn't the Doctor, he never was and never would be.

Johnny had lost track of how much time he'd spent here, how many years he'd been rotting away here. Granted it'd taken a while to reform, to have some semblance of stabilization. Looking like something of a deformed being didn't seem to matter though, when you were all alone on an island.

However as long he had been alone, he would know the sound of the TARDIS anywhere. So when he heard it he found himself rushing to where he'd heard it. When he saw who came out, he looked on with wide eyes.