“You’ve given me hope again,” she whispers, nuzzling into his neck and kissing the soft spot behind his ear. “I thought I was ready to end it all, to give up and take my final bow… But then I found you. Koschei… You saved me. You and our life, our family… It’s Everything to me. Everything I wanted and needed. I love you, Kookaburra. More than anything.”

It’s amazing, those moments he’s caught utterly off guard, and millennia of monstrous evil and dogged survival reverse their course, and in an instant, a smattering of words from his Goose leave the Master a little boy. 

Uncertain, soft of hearts, with a ticklish giddiness permeating every thought. and a little line forming between his eyebrows, one to match the line between hers.  

      “I would do anything to keep you alive.  I can’t fathom ever wanting to destroy you now.  I would rather be like a beekeeper to a … .a really ancient, really beautiful hive.  And watch you spin honey.”

He chuckles at himself, at the quirky sentimentalism of the words, so unlike anything he might have said even a handful of years ago.  

And he leans into her kiss, and hums, and it turns into a prolonged moan.

      “Thank you for keeping me. You’re my peace.”  

📱 “Ask me again. Just. One more time. I’ll say yes. My answer is yes.”

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The Doctor took a shaky breath as he listened to the voicemail, hanging on to every word that came over the recording. His hearts were pounding, the thought of traveling the stars with his best friend filling him with so much hope he was scared to even believe it. 

He ended the message, quickly hitting redial on the number that had made the call. He waited with baited breath to hear the voice on the other end. 

It’s as it was all those years ago, when this face was still young and clean-shaven.  A flip-phone then, primitive and somehow just prosaic enough for the moment.  A smartphone now, as they’re allegedly called, and a finger that trembles more than he’d ever care to admit, slides the green answer icon.  

      “ … I’m here.”  

Koschei waits, pupils dilated, palms moist. 

//I’m sure nobody actually minds, but just in case, I just want to apologize for being slow in getting to people here. I’m really trying to use tonight to post things because I won’t be on all day tomorrow (the log-off protest), but I seem to have really been knocked back several steps in terms of my chronic illness.  I have been dealing with really severe 

  • diabetic
  • neurological
  • and gastrointestinal

problems since the 12th (really before then, but it reached a peak that morning, and I ended up in the ER for about 6 or 7 hours dealing with, we’ll say, the worst part of the GI and neurological problems.  These problems are the product of chronic illness and will never go away.  

I have PTSD, and Generalized Anxiety Disorder, and both of those are tied to medical trauma from severe, dangerous chronic illness, as well as medical malpractice.  For that reason, anytime I go to the ER, I experience a PTSD trigger, and my PTSD becomes particularly severe, for several days, sometimes a week or two.  I’m in the thick of this right now, and it’s making it difficult to do much more than take sedatives, rest, and sleep.   What sucks about this is that the “perpetrator” of my “abuse” is not an outside entity, but my own body, which means I can never escape, and these cycles of poor mental health will be inevitable.  The silver lining, of course, is that they also (for the most part) pass. 

I realized I’ve never made a clear, detailed post about this in the past, and I figured I owed my followers an explanation for the periods of time during which I disappear from Tumblr and in fact from all social media. 

🚫 THIS BLOG IS TAKING PART IN THE ANTI-CENSORSHIP PROTEST ON DECEMBER 17th 🚫

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The owner of this Blog will be making as much noise at Tumblr Staff about how horrible this ban in on other sites such as Twitter or Facebook. 

The owner of this blog will be logging out of all accounts for the entirety of the 17th. Will Not run a queue. Will not even check the dash. Or give the money hungry executives a single page view to squeeze ad revenue out of

The owner of this blog believes in an ACTUAL positive, better, safer Tumblr and well be doing their part to fight for it by logging out on the 17th of December.