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Used to see you as my equal Like you were in my family Now I'm left on pins and needles I never know what you think of me And I'm feeling like the bad guy Like what I did was meant to hurt But my explanation only makes things worse Ooh, I can't tip-toe around you anymore Worried I'll bruise, it's already sore?

#when does all this stop for you? (dhawan!master). #music.

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@renegademasters

#when does all this stop for you? (dhawan!master). #gifs.

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Thirteen’s boots appreciation post

#gifs. #i love her clunky boots they make me happy

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Thirteen + aesthetic:

All of this is new to me. New faces. New worlds. New times. So if I asked really, really nicely, would you be my new best friends?

#gifs.

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MASTER.

So much passed between them when she met his gaze, and the Master just sat in the chair, and waited for her to obey the order. The Doctor pulled her chair out, and sat, and they looked at each other across the table. It was as if all the humans had disappeared. He was very aware of them, of course – it was an obvious, unspoken, hostage situation. But he hoped he wouldn’t need to be so crass. Not if the Doctor behaved herself. He didn’t want theatrics. Not yet, anyway. He just wanted to talk.

When she leaned forwards, the Master copied her, resting his elbows on the table. He felt as if he needed to remind her that he wasn’t afraid of her. Even after the stunt she’d pulled with that old man in the Citadel. So, he leaned forwards too, and stared at her. This body’s eyes were so dark, just like his. It was almost like looking into a mirror. But, inside them, he saw the same Doctor he’d known for centuries. That same infuriating, ridiculous, insufferable, goodness and hope. Even here, stranded in an unknown world, not knowing why or how. It persisted.

“The Research Facility,” he replied, in a matter-of-fact tone. He didn’t see why he should lie – she couldn’t exactly stop him. “Did you know, there’s dragons in this world? And mermaids and werewolves? And revenants?” He laughed at that, his lips skinning back and his manic laughter coming out in a sharp staccato. “Actual zombies? Seriously.” And he leaned back in his chair, and sighed in disbelief. “Wow, where have we ended up, hm?” It sounded like a light question, like vague curiousity, but the Master knew his eyes gave him away. He leaned forwards again, in a quick, sudden, movement, and stared at the Doctor. “Where Doctor? Have you figured that out yet?” He didn’t mention that, even after his research at the facility over the past few days, he hadn’t.

Taking in a breath at the tone of his question, The Doctor found herself hesitating. She had almost expected this to be some plan of his; that he had built this entire town around her for the sake of her attention. That, at least, The Doctor could handle. It disappointed her, deep down, to realize that he was just as clueless as she was about what was happening in Sallow Hills. Still, she wasn’t going to give him the upper hand of her confusion, so she gave a sarcastic chuckle instead. “You don’t know, hm? I thought you were supposed to be the clever one. You used to be, at least, what with your performance back home. When we were younger.” She’d meant for the mention of their lives on Gallifrey to be a stab at him, but it backfired a bit. Her own hearts were aching at all that had passed between them, especially recently. “Guess it really isn’t home at all though, is it?” Leaning back in her chair finally, her fingers danced across the table, staring at the cup of coffee she hadn’t actually wanted in the first place. It made her wonder, for a brief moment, actually how many cups of coffee she might have had but not have remembered. Ruth definitely was living the domestic life being chameleon arched. Perhaps she had drank coffees in the morning, before her job as a tour guide. Her mind drifted for just a moment, before she came to again. “Do you drink coffee?” She asked suddenly.

#dhawan!master & thirteen.

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We’re all capable of the most incredible change. We can evolve while still staying true to who we are. We can honor who we’ve been and choose who we want to be next.

#gifs.

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JESUS.

There were a lot of things Jesus had learned to live without during an apocalypse that were readily available in Sallow Hills, things he tried not to take for granted now that he was somewhere with actual resources and infrastructure. Coffee had been one of those things, not at all essential and even when they could find it, it was usually nothing like the real thing. At least once a week, he stopped into Caffi Rhees for a cup. He didn’t know whether it was actually better than anything he’d had before the zombie outbreak or just his memory playing tricks on him, but it was worth the small indulgence.

Sometimes he brought a book, and other times he just watched the people. They were a never-ending source of fascination in this town, and it was usually easy to tell the travelers from the locals by the way they behaved even if he hadn’t met them through housing. The blonde was clearly not from around here, or anywhere else that served hot beverages. He’d just approached to say hello when she abruptly stood, and he wobbled but managed not to spill his coffee. “No foul,” he chuckled, backing up a step out of her space. “Not a big coffee drinker?”

  The Doctor noted that he didn’t seem upset that she’d walked into him, and was grateful for it. “Ah, sort of. It’s...been a while.” And that was the best she could explain without actually explaining. Looking back at the mug in question, she shoved her hands into her pockets. “It’s a bit too hot to drink yet. Why does it have to be that hot in the first place? I mean, I get it, it’s from a concentration of grounded coffee beans, but surely humans have developed a-” That’s when she paused, realizing she was definitely not being subtle. “Sorry. I ramble sometimes.” Hoping that would suffice for her little slip up, she nodded towards the empty seat at her table. “Want to join me? I might go for a nice cup of cocoa instead.” The blonde admitted defeatedly, already going back to sit down.

#thirteen & jesus.

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#gifs. #look at you - my fam ( yaz ryan & graham ).

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The name’s Doctor, the Doctor.

#gifs.

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And when I leave this planet You know I'd stay but I just can't stand it And I can feel the warnin' signs Runnin' around my mind.

#music.

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MASTER.

He’d sensed her immediately. Of course he had. From all the way across town, he’d sensed the beating of her hearts, the smell of another Time Lord. The Doctor. And not just any Doctor, not any old body they’d worn, but his Doctor. Time travel got so messy, and the Master could have sworn he’d met another form in ’70′s Soviet Russia, and he’d narrowly escaped crossing timelines with others and blowing a whole in the universe throughout the long drag of the 20th century. The imprisonment that had been down to her. And that was even before she’d tried to get that random old man to blow him up in the ruins of Gallifrey. Oooh, he hated her.

So, he’d avoided her. Plain and simple. He had to get his fake life in order before confronting her. He’d got himself a new name, a job, an apartment, and settled into Sallow Hills in a matter of three days, and then – only then – did he turn his sharp attention to his best enemy. She was super easy to find. A coffee shop. How typical. Of course she would deliberately go into the swill of humanity. She probably enjoyed it. It was disgusting.

He didn’t have psychic weaponry to mask himself from her, but he hoped that the smell of coffee and human sweat and the sound of their inane chatter would be enough to at least hide him from her for long enough. And the Master crossed the room as the Doctor took a sip of coffee, and stood right behind her chair, with his hands shoved into his pockets. She jumped up, and bumped into him, and for a moment, he felt that contact, that closeness. It was like an attack. The time the Doctor had held him as he bled out on the floor of the Valiant, when the Doctor had taken his hands and they’d stared into each other’s eyes as she tricked him into being good, when they’d run through the pastures of his father’s estate – Come on, Koschei, keep up! It all flashed through his brains fast as anything, and he blinked, and stepped back. And his face lit up as he met her gaze.

“Yes, you are,” he said, cheerily. “Always were! Remember the Pharos Project? Butter fingers!” He walked around the table, and dropped like a stone into the chair opposite hers, still smiling. “Have a seat, Doctor. We have a lot to talk about.” It was, unquestionably, an order.

The Doctor’s eyes met his instantly when she turned, and she felt her hearts jump in her chest and all the breath in her lungs escape her. How had she not sensed him? Maybe she hadn’t been paying attention as much as she thought. There was a part of her that was relieved to see him, which she pointedly ignored. She knew that part of her hoped he hadn’t died, and that he’d escaped, but she’d never admit it. It was far too much of a lonely universe for him not to be in it.

She watched as he put on his usual show, sitting down before he was asked to. As if he owned the place. 

Her hand went across the back of the chair before she pulled it out, sitting back down and leaning forward. “I’ll admit, you surprised me. I didn’t even sense you. Where exactly have you been hiding?” It had been a long time since they’d been in this kind of atmosphere together. Sitting at a table in a public place and not going at each other’s throats. It felt familiar, yet so alien to her. Like when they were young and things were so different. 

#dhawan!master & thireteen. #when does all this stop for you? (dhawan!master). #sorry it's so short ;n;

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IANTO​:

┊　         　┊　         　┊ ┊　         　┊　      　✧･ﾟ ┊　       　   ✧･ﾟ　  　   ┊ ✧･ﾟ　       ianto && the doctor

*̩̩̥͙　-•̩̩͙-ˏˋ⋆ 　　⋆ˊˎ-•̩̩͙-　*̩̩̥͙

INVENTORY WAS  DONE.    well,  at  least  ianto’s  part  of  it  which  just  involved  the  coffee  bar  things.    His  coffee,  luckily,  had  not  been  delayed  this  time  like  it  had  last  time.    Apparently  Miss  Armes  Sallow  thought  his  coffee  was  something  that  needed  to  be  inspected  and/or  disposed  of,  seeing  as  his  Columbian  brew  had  taken  a  two  extra  weeks  to  make  it  from  the  pier  to  the  diner.    But  no  matter,  it  was  done  now  and  he  could  get  back  to  what  he  actually  loved    -    making  the  coffee.

*̩̩̥͙      HE  DUCKED  OUT  OF  THE  BACK  STORE  ROOM,  heading  towards  the  coffee  bar  at  the  other  end  of  the  dining  room.    In  the  process,  however,  he  failed  to  notice  the  person  standing  up  suddenly.    His  hands  went  out,  bracing  them  for  a  moment  before  he  realized  she  wasn’t  going  to  fall.    ❝ It’s  alright,  really.    You  didn’t  spill  anything  on  me,  so  I  count  it  as  a  win. ❞

*̩̩̥͙      THEY  SEEMED  FAMILIAR.    not  that  she  was  a  local,  or  had  come  to  the  diner  often.    There  was  something  else  about  her  that  seemed  familiar.    ❝ My  name’s  Ianto  Jones.    I  head  the  coffee  bar  here.    I’m  sorry,  but  do  I  know  you  form  somewhere? ❞

When she saw Ianto, a smile instantly formed. Oh she was so happy to see someone she knew here. A familiar face who even perhaps understood a bit about what was happening. “Look at you! It’s been so long. Is Jack here? I bet he is. He always knows where to find trouble.” The Doctor let out a soft chuckle at that, shaking her head fondly as her hands shoved themselves into the wide pockets of her trousers. 

It was only then she remembered. 

“Oh. Right. New face! Well new new face to you. Been a long time. It’s The Doctor.” One hand pulled back out to wave. “I was just popping in for a cup of coffee, and it was a bit too hot still. I’ve got a problem with patience.” The blonde chuckled sheepishly then, rubbing at the back of her neck. 

#ianto & thirteen. #temp banner I'm still figuring it out

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@renegademasters

Everything from here is redacted, blocked out, all but erased. There was something here. A lot of stuff, seemingly, but now it all just looks like this. I’ve tried everything, everything, to decode it, but it’s… it’s unrecoverable, beyond even my brilliance. And it’s not often I say that.

#gifs. #when does all this stop for you? (dhawan!master).

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@renegademasters

#gifs. #when does all this stop for you? (dhawan!master).

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Don’t get jealous. I’ll pick them up now. Maybe just need a moment.

THIRTEENTH DOCTOR in THE TIMELESS CHILDREN | 12.10

#gifs.

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What's it matter anymore? If you believe the lies I tell There's no meaning to the words But we still sing these songs well If we all left it alone I'm sure it'll work itself out fine We keep playing with the numbers We are running out of time We are running, we are running But you're a killer and I'm your best friend Think it's unfair, your situation You say I'm changing Sorry I didn't know I had to stay the same

@renegademasters 

#music. #when does all this stop for you? (dhawan!master). #what would i be without you? (the master).

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GIF HUNT of SACHA DHAWAN as THE MASTER in BBC’S DOCTOR WHO. (45 gifs and growing). None of these gifs were made by me. Click the source link below!

#doctor who rp #sacha dhawan gif hunt #sacha dhawan fc #sacha dhawan #poc fc #poc gif hunt #doctor who gif hunt #gifs. #ooc.