The little shadow that runs through the grass

All right: I don’t want to delete the links or posts in this blog right now, so it’s staying up while I consider whether or not I should let them (and the URL) go.

I have a personal blog set up over at bright-wings and that’s where I’ll be. If I can do anything to help out with the ‘arc of lost souls’ plot, in Messy’s absence, please send me a message.

Good luck to you all, and be well.

beatmesa:

yes

it is not enough to just show my ass

u must lick it too

give me a rim job randa

matter of fact that’s ur slut name

rim job randa

now go out on that strip

(I had to post this here.)

Yes, you’re very hardcore. Have a cookie, I’ll even throw in some warm milk and a blankie.

(Source: solaravada-archive)

magicandsteel:

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mesmiranda:

http://daddyofstarks.tumblr.com/post/14714305274/mass-gifts-list

*disappears and reappears wearing it, crimson in spite of herself as she looks down* It’s beautiful—how would you put it? I feel like a million bucks wearing it. This is seriously too kind of you, I can’t…

That was blatantly and shamelessly untrue, and I’ll accept it anyways. *grinning* I figure if anybody can pull off Armani quite so well…

thecumbermaster:

Masterpost.

The Master leans over the main console, calmly rolling his sleeves down. His hair is a mess, and there are bags under his eyes, but he’s grinning. Twitching like a lunatic, and muttering under his breath, but there’s still a smile on his face.

Maybe.

Probably. The edges of his…

There’s an inwards rush of air, a tightening and gathering of empty space, and then Messy is standing in the doorway.

“Koschei,” she says quietly, to his back. Her arms are folded.

(Source: thecumbermaestro)

thecumbermaster:

mesmiranda replied to your post: I’m hiding under the console. If I can’t see your…

I will spark you. Get into the kitchen instead, I have coffee and doors that can like.

That can like?

And lock, even. (The hell happened there? *scratching head*)

(Source: thecumbermaestro)

matesandmayhem:

mesmiranda replied to your post: mesmiranda replied to your post: mesmiranda…

(I’m keeping my fingers crossed for Gemma, anyways—and of course if there’s anything I can do to help, let me know. Who’s your love?) *grins right back* I can’t imagine *where* I’d get bitten, though……

(I doubt you need it, but I wouldn’t mind keeping an eye on your back—considering what you tangle with.)

The multiverse is confusing for everyone—not even the Time Lords can understand it completely. Thank you for hanging on and helping Koschei, and protecting Harleen. *sincerely*

drhfquinzel:

mesmiranda:

For drhfquinzel, because of ask limits. ;)

Hold your breath
Make a wish
Count to three

Come with me
And you’ll be
In a world of
Pure imagination
Take a look
And you’ll see
Into your imagination

We’ll begin
With a spin
Traveling in
The world of my creation
What we’ll see
Will defy
Explanation

If you want to view paradise
Simply look around and view it
Anything you want to, do it
Wanta change the world?
There’s nothing
To it

There is no
Life I know
To compare with
Pure imagination
Living there
You’ll be free
If you truly wish to be

If you want to view paradise
Simply look around and view it
Anything you want to, do it
Wanta change the world?
There’s nothing
To it

There is no
Life I know
To compare with
Pure imagination
Living there
You’ll be free
If you truly
Wish to be…

(Screw it, it’s not formatting.)

I know things are very, very messed up right now, but any time—a planet of roses, or an ice planet full of reflections, or out to the very edges of the universe. Just say the word.