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I'd still kill for where I belong
uncertainty principles -- Doctor Who -- Doctor/Master, 4592 words
Every time he doesn't leave, every time he makes a choice, he feels the universe splintering under his hands.
In which I discover that a) the Master is becoming disturbingly easy to write and apparently likes to be written to Australian hip-hop, b) physics is more fun when you're making up half of it, and c) I appear to have a wild kink for people writing on each other's skin. I think this is the third fic in which it's been a prominent feature.
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ALRIGHT, BRAIN. NOW THAT WE'VE FINISHED THAT ONE, YOU'RE GOING TO SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LET ME DO SOME REAL WORK, OKAY?
This is kind of important.
Every time he doesn't leave, every time he makes a choice, he feels the universe splintering under his hands.
In which I discover that a) the Master is becoming disturbingly easy to write and apparently likes to be written to Australian hip-hop, b) physics is more fun when you're making up half of it, and c) I appear to have a wild kink for people writing on each other's skin. I think this is the third fic in which it's been a prominent feature.
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ALRIGHT, BRAIN. NOW THAT WE'VE FINISHED THAT ONE, YOU'RE GOING TO SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LET ME DO SOME REAL WORK, OKAY?
This is kind of important.
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