“You’ll have to be more specific: like, gimme a continuum here. Are we talking ‘hey Master, develop a carnivorous plantwith legs that might just possibly and oh-so-accidentally escape your lab’? Or more like … ‘hey Master, blow up a small planet’? Either way, I’m a lady, so say please.”
The Doctor runs their hand through their hair as if to disguise how their fingers tremble with emotion.
“All these years, all these worlds and people and schemes… he’s all I’ve got. He’s all I’ve ever had, honestly, ever since we were kids.”
“I loved him. The universe is big and cold and I’ve made my fair share of mistakes but I still love him now, if in a different way than before.”
The Doctor paces, a manic sort of energy around them. But their eyes are clear and bright as if they’ve seen something that defines their whole existence and they finally understand.
“Where would I be without him? He’d certainly be better off without me. Genius like him, he’d probably have been President. Maybe he’d have been able to stop the Time War. Ah, but things change and people change… The only thing that hasn’t ever is that he’s my friend. I know him better than I know myself. And if we’re to keep playing this game until the end of Time…”
“Well, I can say for certain, it’s a far cry better than losing him altogether.”
“My Hearts and Other Self, you’re such a fool.”
I have feared Death since I was eight and transfixed, petrified, prey trapped, robes soaked in my own urine, in front of a hole in time and space, that called to me.
But you, you spoke my name a little louder than that four-beat call, and I remember the epiphany like it was yesterday: it was a summer morning in the fields of red and you were standing in the light of the twin suns, they were framing you from behind like a gold halo, and I realized you were so beautiful that Death was afraid of you. More than that: Death was irrelevant because of you.
You were the Master far before I was, but I caught and harnessed that moniker, in your honor.
“You’re stupid. So stupid. Stop hating yourself long enough to see that, pain or no pain, my life without you is purposeless.”
It’s not an endless cycle now. I hear you and you see me now.
[The Doctor] treated safety as most of us treat cannibalism. We’re aware it exists but have no great interest in trying it.
The Tenth Doctor Chronicles: Last Chance (via oimatchstickman)
But BEFORE I watched it, while looking at the wallpapers on the BBC site, I found this:
My first reaction was something along the lines of LOL WUT.
My second reaction was, “This seems like it could be really exploitable.”
So, I exploited it:
And then I exploited it some more:
And some more, with EXTREMELY bad editing skills.
At this point it seemed like this was too good not to share, so I spammed a facebook friend with Running Master. Shortly after, I hunted down a David-Tennant-in-places-he-shouldn’t-be template, and ended up with this:
Then I went and actually watched the episode (which was great, by the way). When I came back I was fresh with inspiration:
Hustlin’ Holmes and Matt Smith make a guest appearance:
And finally, reusing one of my earlier creations, I made my final masterpiece, which I believe sums up the entire episode perfectly:
I REALLY hope that this is as funny to other people as it seemed to me last night.
I’ve looked everywhere for other examples of this. I can’t believe I’m the only one to recognize the wonderful possibilities of Running Master. If anyone knows of other examples, or wants to make their own, please share! 😀
I’m dying what even xDDD
OP this post is glorious and I love you with all my soul
And then he makes an indescribable face, licking his lips without any coordination to speak of, this terror of the cosmos, this god of death, this ingenious beast.
This idiot.
“Whass in it for me? Is’t exotic? Will it make me grow even MORE grey matter?”
He tosses back both gingered shots, and throws up a hand in a gesture of victory.
Before tilting, like a bowling pin, all the way to the left, and crashing onto his side.
“RUDE,” he slurs indignantly, from where he lies.
//I’m laughing, a notif just popped up and I thought it said “ ___ just replied to your shit post” instead of “your text post” and I was like
“Darling, I know that it’s been a bit since you were stranded on earth, but supermarkets aren’t that difficult to navigate. The bakery is one aisle over. So … when you’re donelamenting the cruelty of life …?”
There he stands, the Master, intergalactic menace, with a shopping cart full of groceries, eyeing his oldest friend smugly. Perhaps it’s good that he far more recently spent over a year masquerading as a human politician, and visited the store many a day.
But it’s also hysterically funny, that Koschei is still the pragmatist and Theta still the dramatic, when it all boils down to their underlying personalities.
He nods his head toward turning the corner.
“Come on, let’s not have you pining after carbs any longer.”
Icarus 