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Standing in the doorway of the fancy dinner he’d found -key word here, snuck into- Scott shook his head in mild disbelief at the familiar face. “And now I’m feeling stupid.” He mused to himself, completely forgetting there weren’t only humans in the room. “Of course he found a way out of the Time Lock.” When the man started to turn Scott ducked out of the window, pressing a hand to his mouth. Idiot!

the-ramnikul-master:

the-ramnikul-master:

For a split second the Master thought he had heard someone uttering the word “Time Lock”, but when he turned around he couldn’t see anything.
With narrowed eyes he looked around the room.
No, all of the other people in here were humans. Stupid, and boring humans, who certainly didn’t knew anything about the Time Lock.

Slowly he wiped his mouth with a napkin and stood up, walking out of the main room into the hallway, when an all too familiar brown mop of hair caught his eye. 
"What the hell are you doing here?!”

"Oh please. I might be a thousand years old, but I’m not senile yet." The Time Lord rolled his eyes in his usual over dramatic manner, before he crossed his arms in front of his chest. It was getting a bit cold without a shirt.

"So, you’re trying to tell me that basically you just ran into me and because you find me so irresistible you snogged me, just to humiliate me afterwards? And people say I’m the mad one…”

“Ah, madness. Such a limited word. I’m here on official sneaky business and needed a distraction and since you were here I decided why not?” His grin got wider. “I’d have been here whether you were or not Master; get your panties out of a twist you’re not that important cutie.” He got to his feet. “But I got what I came for, so I’ll be going now. Thanks for your help!” 

▒ "Ello Cam." Monique grinned.

thetruththatshouldbe:

scottnoblethemetacrisis:

thetruththatshouldbe:

thetruththatshouldbe:

"Olaaa!" Campbell grinned right back, rocking on the balls of his feet. "Sae ye’re th’ one directin’ m’amazin’ lover, aye? Suppose I should thank ye~"

Cam cleared his throat. “Ehm, maybe ‘cause I was too much of a dickwad tae talk properly tae either of ‘em?” He had the sense to at least look vaguely guilty about that. “An’ I moved outta th’ Lockharts, anyway.”

Monique snorted. “Like Barty hasn’t been hovering anyway.” She replied with a cheeky grin. “Besides being an ass only lasts a little while, and they’re used to waiting. Knowing those two they’re keeping their distance until you cool down so they can make the suggestion without an argument.” She reached up to poke his forehead, careful of long nails. “So be a good bow aye?”

He chuckled faintly and shrugged, smiled lopsidedly and shrugged again. “Tha’s true, I guess..” Cam wrinkled his nose and chuckled again as she poked him. “I try? Got any tips?” he joked.

"Me? Hell no." She slid out of his lap, hands on her hips as she walked around a bit. "Hmm… you don’t have a car do you? don’t get one. More trouble than their worth and expensive as hell and easy to break; and expensive over the stupidest little things too!" She huffed, crossing her arms. "Being an adult is boring, don’t try that either."

(I love ye sae much)

thetruththatshouldbe:

scottnoblethemetacrisis:

thetruththatshouldbe:

scottnoblethemetacrisis:

Scott nuzzled Cam’s cheek, half asleep against the others chest.

He wrapped his arms around Scott’s frame a little tighter, pulled him a little closer. Cam was torn between just trying to gather all of his lover up and clinging onto him and.. not moving. Not moving at all, because this was perfectly exquisite. Plus, and more importantly, he didn’t want to disturb Scott’s half-slumber.

Scott shifted, curling up in Cam’s hold while pressing his lips to the other’s neck, humming to himself absentmindedly.

Campbell hummed back contently in response. “Didn’wake ye, did I?” he whispered and tangled his fingers in Scott’s hair.

"Ehhhmebbe." He mumbled. "Wasn’t really sleepin’ though…" he wiggled a bit in place, turning so he could press a kiss to Cam’s lips. "Hi."

chibiq:

When someone tells you to go to bed cause it’s super late~

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▒ "Ello Cam." Monique grinned.

thetruththatshouldbe:

scottnoblethemetacrisis:

thetruththatshouldbe:

"Olaaa!" Campbell grinned right back, rocking on the balls of his feet. "Sae ye’re th’ one directin’ m’amazin’ lover, aye? Suppose I should thank ye~"

"At least your honest." She chuckled. "Welll… I dunno about Scott or Barty; but I’d prefer if one of them took you to the future and got you some help by a specialist who has better technology. They would probably take the bits outta-ya." she tilted her head. "I wonder why they haven’t mentioned it yet."

Cam cleared his throat. “Ehm, maybe ‘cause I was too much of a dickwad tae talk properly tae either of ‘em?” He had the sense to at least look vaguely guilty about that. “An’ I moved outta th’ Lockharts, anyway.”

Monique snorted. “Like Barty hasn’t been hovering anyway.” She replied with a cheeky grin. “Besides being an ass only lasts a little while, and they’re used to waiting. Knowing those two they’re keeping their distance until you cool down so they can make the suggestion without an argument.” She reached up to poke his forehead, careful of long nails. “So be a good bow aye?”

Left Molar

flirtatiouscaptainharkness:

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Sleeping around was his thing, besides it was great for those nights where classes was stressing him out. He finally reached his dorm and opened the door. He threw his bag on the floor and threw his wet shirt toward the hamper. Jack sat on the edge of his bed, pulling his cleats off, day dreaming in his own little world

He had first come to the UK when he was a Junior in High school and instead of going back he decided to just finish his school career here.

Being the nerd that he was Scott was in their apartment when Jack got back, fresh out of a shower when he felt his Jack senses tingling. It was a silly thing; how he seemed to just know whenever Jack was close by. He’d never been wrong either; though he’d never admit that to anyone.

Opening the door with a towel ineffectively held against his head and half his long and still very wet hair sticking to his face, neck, and chest Scott peeked out of the bathroom. “Hey Jack! How was practice?” He caught sight of the other soaked man half way through his greeting and swallowed thickly, hoping his voice didn’t squeak. “Don’t put wet clothes in the hamper dude! They’ll reek.” 

(I love ye sae much)

thetruththatshouldbe:

scottnoblethemetacrisis:

Scott nuzzled Cam’s cheek, half asleep against the others chest.

He wrapped his arms around Scott’s frame a little tighter, pulled him a little closer. Cam was torn between just trying to gather all of his lover up and clinging onto him and.. not moving. Not moving at all, because this was perfectly exquisite. Plus, and more importantly, he didn’t want to disturb Scott’s half-slumber.

Scott shifted, curling up in Cam’s hold while pressing his lips to the other’s neck, humming to himself absentmindedly.

purgatorydancer:

scottnoblethemetacrisis:

"Poor thing can’t keep up with you can he." Scott laughed, letting his jacket fall to the ground with a shrug of his shoulders as he walked around the bed. "Maybe I’ll help you out?"

Ze’ev caressed the soldier—Tristan Michaels—as Scott moved. It was a delight to have Scott there, really. For one thing: Scott. For another, Scott was immune to Ze’ev’s toxins. Oh, the dancer could shag young Michaels, with a condom and UNIT’s usual antitoxin panel of injections. But kisses were another story, and the Drell was careful to keep Tristan’s mouth away from the dancer’s body.

The soldier had rather beautiful blue eyes, a weakness of Ze’ev’s, which now followed Scott’s movements. “Tristan, this is Scott. Scott, meet Tristan.” A little laugh escaped Ze’ev as he made the introductions. “Oh, do please assist. I think we will both be eternally grateful.”

Scott caught the man’s wondering eyes and grinned teasingly, stripping himself of vest and shirt while undoing the zip of his jeans. “Hello Tristan.” He purred, hands and knees on the bed as he lent over to give the soldier a kiss - he had gorgeous eyes, no wonder Ze’ev picked him. “Do ye mind if I wiggle in between ye both?” 

Standing in the doorway of the fancy dinner he’d found -key word here, snuck into- Scott shook his head in mild disbelief at the familiar face. “And now I’m feeling stupid.” He mused to himself, completely forgetting there weren’t only humans in the room. “Of course he found a way out of the Time Lock.” When the man started to turn Scott ducked out of the window, pressing a hand to his mouth. Idiot!

the-ramnikul-master:

the-ramnikul-master:

For a split second the Master thought he had heard someone uttering the word “Time Lock”, but when he turned around he couldn’t see anything.
With narrowed eyes he looked around the room.
No, all of the other people in here were humans. Stupid, and boring humans, who certainly didn’t knew anything about the Time Lock.

Slowly he wiped his mouth with a napkin and stood up, walking out of the main room into the hallway, when an all too familiar brown mop of hair caught his eye. 
"What the hell are you doing here?!”

With a deadly glare he looked up to the man on the rooftop, before he glanced down again. Scott was right, he had completely forgotten to put on a shirt or even a jacket - luckily he had a little trick up his figuratively sleeve. Quickly he pulled a necklace out of his trouser pocket and pulled it over his head. 

A small key dangled from it - one of the TARDIS’ keys. This way all the humans would simply walk past him without really seeing him at all. How far it would affect Scott he didn’t know, but quite frankly he didn’t cared much about that anyway.
"What do you want from me?!", he snarled as soon as he was finished. "I’m not in the mood for your stupid little games!"

Scott beamed. The other Gallifreyan always was a tricky man. Just where did he get a TARDIS key?

“From you? Nothing at all Koschei, you just got to play distraction today.” He shrugged, throwing a lock of hair behind his shoulder. “Wrong place wrong time and all that.” He tapped one finger to his lips. “Though the kiss was for old time’s sake.” He stuck out his tongue. 

How did I forget how much I like reading Tony/steve?


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purgatorydancer:

scottnoblethemetacrisis:

Scott reached down, letting one finger glide along the lad’s neck just to make him moan again, the other brushing some of Ze’ev’s hair behind one ear as he grinned. “Sure I won’t be in the way?”

"Absolutely~" the Drell purred. "I think young Michaels here is nearing his limit anyways."

Ze’ev’s observation was punctuated by an exclamation of surprise and delight at a well-timed roll of the dancer’s hip. The soldier in question arched, gripping at the headboard railing, mouth falling open as Ze’ev pressed the advantage, so to speak. It made Ze’ev smile as he nuzzled into Scott’s hand and pressed a kiss to the metacrisis’ palm. “Charming fellow. Shall I acquaint you two?”

"Poor thing can’t keep up with you can he." Scott laughed, letting his jacket fall to the ground with a shrug of his shoulders as he walked around the bed. "Maybe I’ll help you out?"

(I love ye sae much)

Scott nuzzled Cam’s cheek, half asleep against the others chest.

Kansas/Panic! at the Disco - Carry On My Wayward Son (Split)
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wholetjackdrive:

shewillbelovedxx5:

Carry On My Wayward Son - Kansas/Panic! at the Disco; The left ear is the official studio version by Kansas while the right ear is a live performance by Panic! at the Disco.

Wow, such a cool audio post! I would love to congratulate the person that made this edit! Thank you tumblr user shewillbelovedxx5. But wait, what’s this?

What? WHAT? WHAT?

HEY WHOA THAT’S ME! AND WHAT IS THIS? 

You even deleted the links that redirect to my blog!! And the download link!! Congratulations, you’re an asshole!!