Just as a heads up...

I’m backpacking Europe for two months. My flight leaves tomorrow. That’s why my activity’s been a little sparse because there’s been a lot of last-minute preparation, yadda, yadda, yadda. 

Most of the hostels I’m staying at have free wi-fi so I might be here a bit to answer asks and things and such but, yeah-

Don’t expect too much, lmao.

Hope y’all don’t miss me too much and I’ll see you all again when I’m back (October 23). 

Cheers.

-Seth

At the airport now!

Matt Smith

The Doctor was beneath the console; his feet dangling off the ground as he sat on the makeshift hammock swing that he had. He was doing a routine repair, basically within his own state of mind, but what pulled him out of it was that he could have swore he heard the Master call for him.

“Underneath the console,” He called out as he heard faint footsteps coming back into the console room. 

“You’re impossible to find in this bloody box,” the Master grumbles as he enters the console room. He moves to stand by the Doctor’s feet and folds his arms over his chest. 

“Fixing it again? What’ve you broke this time?” he asks condescendingly. 

“Oh, for– stop monologuing and make yourself useful! The external buffers– oof!”

Winded, the Doctor lets out a rough breath as the ship pitches violently to one side. He’s already clambering half-on top of the console, one converse-clad foot holding down a lever as his hands simultaneously try to pilot the TARDIS and cling on for dear life. 

“External buffers,” he reiterates through gritted teeth as he wrestles with a lever of his own. “All three switches, push them all the way up to full. Now!”

“Shut up,” the Master spits in response, gripping the handrail tightly to steady himself as he’s jolted by the instability of the TARDIS. It’s after that that he’s jumping to action and doing as he was told. “I know how to fly this thing better than you. I actually got my certification, thank you very much, instead of being expelled and stealing one.”

He bitterly adds his own efforts into managing the machine, aggressively batting the Doctor’s foot away to hold the lever down himself and flipping switches and pressing buttons with his free hand. 

“So bossy.”

“I didn’t take you hostage. I offered you to stay here with me and for us to travel together. And you, Mr. Genius of the World, didn’t give me a straight answer to that but stayed and I took it as a yes. And yeah the TARDIS is now our home but my library is not a disaster. You should have seen it when I regenerated before this one.” 

“I still feel like a hostage,” he mutters bitterly. “Better than that ape-planet you enjoy so much though.”

The Master rolls his eyes as the Doctor speaks. “I think you have a false definition of disaster, but fine, whatever. I can never find what I’m looking for in there and the TARDIS seems to enjoy hiding it from me, too. Ought to put in a good word for me, you know, if I’m going to be staying here.”

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God damn

Holy shit!!!

“Felt like it?”

“Well– I’m gonna need you to stop feeling like it. I happen to quite like this face, y’know.”

“You’re no fun. Just ‘cause it’s a lovely face doesn’t mean it doesn’t deserve a little rearranging once in a while.”

ICARUS’ GUIDE TO LOVING APOLLO | mythology reimagined #5 | paperharbors (via daydreamsofrp)

why be rude when you can be nude 

“Holding your hand...?”

A small smile plays at the Master’s lips. 

“Thought your were all up for that touchy-feely awfulness.”