Listen to your Master

Evil isn't born, it's made

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This isn't a Once Upon a Time blog! It's an independent RP blog for the newest regeneration of the Master from Doctor Who. Will RP with any fandom. FC is Lana Parrilla. Mun is asexual and while the Master is a sexual creature, I will not RP out sex or sexual situations.

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themalcontentedwhooligan:

We don’t fight less and we aren’t inherently good people. (I certainly am not.)
We just happen to have good taste in sci-fi shows.

Wow, whoever submitted this is a tool.

themalcontentedwhooligan:

We don’t fight less and we aren’t inherently good people. (I certainly am not.)

We just happen to have good taste in sci-fi shows.

Wow, whoever submitted this is a tool.

(Source: confessionsofacompanion)

Is it just me or does this gallifreyan script look like a hybrid of arabic, bangla, urdu, tengwar, tengwar cursive, and sarati? (above, respectively, from right to left)

Stop Waiting for the Doctor

fucknodoctorten:

the-martyst:

“Waiting for the Doctor” is only a step or two above “waiting for your Edward.” The Doctor’s just a lovable maverick who jacked a near obsolete broken-down type 40 TARDIS and has some extra lives. That’s it. Really. Oncoming storm… lonely God… whatever you want to entitle him… when you boil him down, he’s a man with some cool toys and a refreshingly good outlook on life and how to deal with it.

You might not have the ride or the toolkit, but don’t fucking wait. Don’t wait to be badass. Don’t wait to call out the bad guys. Don’t wait to fuck over governments full of autocratic little men in grey jumpsuits. Don’t wait to make your own brand of explosive. Don’t wait to run around through corridors, eat jelly babies, dance, travel, own a robotic dog or fall in love. Don’t wait to tell Binro he’s right. Don’t wait to question genocide. Don’t wait to give the innocent girl the anti-venom, even if you only have one dose.

You may not have a millennium or two to kick around doing everything you want, and you almost certainly don’t have a device to bend space and time such as that you can sail through them like so much water (drop me a line if you do), but you can still be exactly the sort of person the Doctor should be traveling with - which is better in my book than simply being lucky enough to wander into the right police box

Reblogging from my other, less spiteful, blog, because I feel it belongs here.