//am i the only one who thinks it’s super dubious that the master makes fun of missy calling out for the doctor in World Enough and Time, yet in Series Three he basically orgasmed while moaning “Dooooctorrr” into the phone to Ten?
The last thing the Master has needed since faring quite comfily aboard the Doctor’s TARDIS consuming custard creams–which has continued to soften his once-scrawny waistline–is a platter of cookies.
But he is beyond certain that he is the sexiest specimen, male, female, nonbinary, vegetable, mineral, or animal, to walk the cosmos. And he shall continue to believe this. So he leaps from his workbench and rubs his hands together.
A fond smile appeared on her lips and she sat up slightly so that she could kiss his nose properly.
“I mean, you would have to find him first. Ryan sent him far back into the past… not sure when or where… but with some luck he will be eaten by a dinosaur.” she grinned.
The Master, thusly baptized by the rainbows, unicorns, and sunbeams inherent to the Doctor’s nose-kiss, flings back his head. He cackles.
“How droll, I do hope that he was eaten in parts, legs first, and then perhaps his essential bits, and finally his empty head. Oh, it warms my hearts.”
A pause. He steals an almost sheepish look her way.
“I suppose that’s not how I’m meant to react to that news …”
Icarus 