the drums

classicwhofacts:

Roger Delgado is, in fact, alive, and standing right behind you.

apsychiatristsfieldday:

The apparatus was beeping rhythmically. Final installments were made. At some point, he had to lean back against the wall, just rest for a second. This body was aching, straining. Trying to get away from what was inside, get away from him. Like he was falling apart, again and again, each and every second. Even breathing felt like an effort.
Not for long, not for long. Steady yourself, continue your work. The fly is trapped in your net and soon it will be your cocoon.
When he walked over to join him, the man was barely concious. Black hair, all up in soft curls. Clean-shaved face. Red and orange robes. He must have heard his steps, as now he tried to open his eyes. “Please don’t kill me.”
Maybe he should feel more about this, but all he could think of was the pain. And the prospect of ending it. His hand wandered up to check the rack around his prisoner’s head. He had to be precise, there was no one here to supervise the process. One tiny mistake and he might end the both of them.
Their skin touched very briefly, but maybe the other one’s mind was screaming out loud enough for them to involuntarily intertwine their thoughts.
He is Koschei of Oakdown. He graduates from the Academy and decides to travel a bit. He meets a girl called Ailla. They fall in love. He returns to Gallifrey to marry her. He takes up a political career. People like him. At one point during his third incarnation, he decides to lay his office to rest and take up science. It was his main interest during schooltime. Ailla and him get to take up a couple of children for his House. His estates are so full of life and noises.
Their connection broke as he stumbled back. For a moment, he had lost his mind somewhere in there.
“M-Master.” Koschei’s eyes tried to find his, but they were clouded by the anaesthetic. “That was your name, right? But not always. You had chosen another one before.”
Cautiously, he crept closer again, mustering the other one like a strange creature.
“I could feel the pain. All that pain. All you went through. I am so sorry.”
“Shut up.”
“B-But you are me. Master. K-Koschei. We are the same. So … please. Don’t do this.”
He could see the moisture in the younger one’s eyes. Fear. A fear he could most certainly understand. Death was what he had been running from for so many years.
A smile forced its way through the straining of his skin. “We are not the same. But we will be.”
His fingers found the button quite easily. Koschei started screaming.

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Dear everyone, it’s Towel Day.

Don’t panic.

sixthoncomingsassystorm:

The problem is that damn vet bill. He was abandoned in a park at two weeks old. My cousin took him in and gave him to my grandmother who recently passed. I don’t think he’s been fixed, shots, dewormed, all that good stuff. That’s going to be damn expensive.

Quite so. At least it’s not a female, sterilising them is much more expensive.
My older cat used to have terrible dental calculus. Let’s not talk about the bill for removing that.

sixthoncomingsassystorm:

Three now: Alice, Romeo, and Simba

They’re in order from oldest to youngest.

Alice and Romeo are currently depressed from the new addition.

Bitchy little cats. Our two don’t get along at all. They are both completely afraid of each other and therefore always end up fighting.
But hey, yours will probably get over it quite soon.