The Mad Kids They're All Scared Of (closed)

Yes, there is something bizarrely attractive about someone who enjoys killing people a little too much, dresses well, and has problems understanding personal space and not whispering in the ear of people he’s about to kill. (which is really only attractive in fiction) And I’m not doubting that a group of student assassins would take their earnings and visit a seamstress, but the suggestion that they would take Teatime with them more than once, which I’ve encountered in at least two fics, strikes me as a little difficult to picture.

I don’t mean to say that that everyone has to headcanon him on the ace spectrum just because I do, just that I am surprised at how often I see him painted as experienced in this area. Not just not-a-virgin, but um, practised.

Jenna Coleman and Michelle Gomez filming The Magician’s Apprentice in Tenerife, February 2015. 

In a way, Clara’s quite fascinated by Missy, but disgusted at the same time. That’s partly to do with how Michelle Gomez plays her, she’s so magnetic that you can’t help but like her, even though you’re supposed to hate her.

LOTS of requests for this, finally fulfilled. This is me singing the bare-bones, original audio track Murray Gold used for MISSY’S THEME in series 9 of Doctor Who. He wrote a lovely little lullaby, which I recorded a capella, and then he reversed it for the final track. (The pauses indicate where I was singing along with a metronome.) There are a lot of rather grand conspiracy theories about what the reversed lyrics actually were, but these are the real deal!

MISSY’S THEME (ORIG LYRICS, MURRAY GOLD) 

Sing the days of love

Softly lay me down

Tenderly the night will come

In your sweet embrace

Sing the days of love

Softly lay me down

Tenderly the night will come

Frobisher tried to think of what sort of things were screamed in a domestic right before someone like him was called for, but sadly most of the domestic disturbances he’d heard recently were courtesy of his roommates.

  Missy stopped in her tracks, however, as one of Frobisher’s more colourful phrases actually sunk in. She brightened. “You think my nose is pretty? Oh, I’ll have to mark this day on my calendar--you actually said something nice.”

  She turned to the nearest guard, who had bought the act and made the awful choice to try and stand in front of her, and shrugged. “And I do believe that’s my usual cue to do something both terrible and brilliant, so... Honey, you might want to duck.”

  Without any more preamble, she grabbed the guard to use as a meat shield while simultaneously taking control of their blaster and firing at their colleagues until all of them had fallen.