DOCTOR WHO SENTENCE STARTERS

lettucedoathing:

  • “The children of my civilisation would be insulted.”
  • “You have a knack of getting yourself into trouble.”
  • “We’re always in trouble! It follows us everywhere.”
  • “I made some cocoa and got engaged.”
  • “I can’t decide whether you’re a rogue, a halfwit, or both.”
  • “You squashed my favourite Beatles!”
  • “We’re trying to defeat the Daleks, not start a jumble sale!”
  • “No one mentioned cutting throats.”
  • “I am a citizen of the universe, and a gentleman to boot.”
  • “I keep my eyes open and my mouth shut.”
  • “You might almost say the Cyberman had a… complete metal breakdown.”
  • “Have you thought up some clever plan?”
  • “I’m going to bung a rock at it.”
  • “People spend all their time making nice things and then other people come along and break them!”
  • “Logic merely enables one to be wrong with authority.”
  • “Just pretend to be stupid. Think you can manage that?”
  • “I hate computers and refuse to be bullied by them!”
  • “Great jumping gobstobbers!”
  • “You, sir, are a nitwit.”
  • “Sometimes I think ‘military intelligence’ is a contradiction in terms.”
  • “… you ham-fisted bun vendor.”
  • “You were trying to make cocoa in my lab?!”
  • “Nuclear explosions? Take the usual precautions… sticky tape on windows, that sort of thing.”
  • “Do they have mice in Atlantis?”
  • “I never thought I’d have to fire in anger at a dratted caterpillar.”
  • “Would you like a jelly baby?”
  • “You’re standing on my scarf.”
  • “Call me ‘old girl’ again and I’ll spit in your eye.”
  • “Excuse me, can you help me? I’m a spy.”
  • “You’re just a mouth on legs.”
  • “Oh, you know how it is; you put things off for a day and next thing you know, it’s a hundred years later.”
  • “I speak treason fluently.”
  • “It’s more a mental stroll in a park of psychic tranquility.”
  • “A little gratitude wouldn’t irreetrievably damage my ego.”
  • “I shall beat it into submission with my charm.”
  • “We aren’t getting anywhere playing pat-a-cake with the wall.”
  • “You’re bonkers.”
  • “Guns can seriously damage your health, you know.”
  • “Are you trying to be funny?”
  • “Absence makes the nose grow longer.”
  • “A bird in the hand keeps the Doctor away.”
  • “Every dogma has its day.”
  • “Two wrongs don’t make a left turn.”
  • “Time and tide melts the snowman.”
  • “One tends to expect advice from one’s adviser.”
  • “Do me a favour and drown yourself.”
  • “You’re a nice guy, but a little weird…”
  • “Anybody remotely interesting is mad in some way or another.”
  • “These shoes! They fit perfectly!”
  • “Am I being abducted?”
  • “Go to hell, sir.”
  • “Are you capable of speaking without flapping your hands about?”
  • “I came first in jiggery pokery.”
  • “I failed hullabaloo.”
  • “What the Shakespeare is going on?”
  • “I’ve never been slapped by someone’s mother.”
  • “Excuse me, do you mind not farting while I’m saving the world?”
  • “Are you my mummy?”
  • “That is textbook enigmatic.”
  • “They think I’m in drag!”
  • “Oh… I should have realised. He’s into musical theatre.”
  • “I can save the universe using a kettle and some string. And look at me, I’m wearing a vegetable!”
  • “I’m going to report you for… madness!!”
  • “I point and laugh at archaeologists.”
  • “Please desist from striking me.”
  • “I was promised tea!”
  • “Have you got space teeth?!”
  • “A poncho. The biggest crime against fashion since lederhosen.”
  • “Let’s die looking like a Peruvian folk band.”
  • “Okay, this is bad. At the moment I don’t know how bad, but certainly we’re three buses, a long walk, and eight quid in a taxi from good.”
  • “I’m the clever one, you’re the potato one!”

➸, ✿, ☮, and ❢!
lloyd-the-barista

➸:Something you like about your fandom

How welcoming and nice everybody is. In terms of the RP community, the moment I arrived an Anna and another Kratos RPer came into my inbox to welcome me. I learnt about tumblr rp from these people. Most of my icons were given to me by friends I met on here.

And on top of this, I entered a Tales of cosplay contest a couple of months ago. And almost everything that could have gone wrong with this costume did. My sewing machine broke, so I had to sew the rest of the costume by hand. I pulled such late nights sewing that I ended up so tired I didn’t pack properly and then I left my wig and gloves in another country and had to buy another wig at the con.

I was pretty upset about all of this. I’d worked really hard on this cosplay and it had fallen apart. Every step of the way, other Tales cosplayers were telling me I could still do it. And when the wig thing dealt the final blow and I had none of my hair scissors or anything, I went to that group of cosplayers. And three people offered to help me, during the convention, the day before the contest. Three people who were also competing in the contest.

And that meant a lot to me. They didn’t have to take time out of their convention to offer help to me. It would have been better for them to not have done. But they still did, because our fandom is full of really great people.

So the people. The people are my favourite part, definitely.

✿:Three of your favourite followers

I’m not answering this one because I have a lot of followers on here and I like them all for different reasons. Some of them are my friends, who are all wonderful creatures. Some of them are writers I admire from afar. Some I write with but don’t know. Others post things that either amuse me, entertain me or blow my mind. And some of you are names I see who support us by liking the things on this blog.

And you’re all important to me.

☮:Something you’re confident about with your writing

Oh gosh… If I pick something, I’ll probably then immediately muck it up. But in all honestly, I have very little confidence in my writing. I know I’m not horrendous because I have a degree in it now but at the same time, I don’t really look at it and see anything I’m good at either.

Just stuff that’s not too bad.

❢:Your favourite icon of your muse’s FC

It’s a tie.

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Okay, it’s a tie between many.

My favourite gifs as a bonus for copping out are these:

emeraldsorcery:

 

"I don’t doubt that Kratos, it’s just…." How was he supposed to put this? He shook his head. "I’m just stunned. Is all, I mean, you’re not technological impair but you have to admit, you have a bit of a habit of destroying modern machines. In creative fashions I might add."
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There was nothing he could say that would counteract the evidence the boy had collected against him. It didn’t matter that he had successfully used the Derris-Kharlan Core System for four thousand years, or that he considered himself a safe Rheaird pilot

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The fact remained that he had contributed to the destruction of a microwave, a washing machine and a portable communication device. Plus he was unable to set a VCR, although he felt that in that instance, the odds had been rigged against him.

So he sighed and said, “I shall endeavour not to avoid such occurrences in the future.

high-functioning-grump said:laughs, i have over five hundred. /taunts. but no, i’m glad. you really deserve them lauren. proud of you.

no tea 4 u

I joke. Thank you, Yomi, you beautiful soul  ^_^ Congrats to you too for your follower count. Keep being awesome! ^_^

Mun Update

I’m sorry about the sudden semi-hiatus. I got hugely sucked into Tales of Xillia 2 (which I still haven’t finished so please no spoilers), have had some things going on and have been finding it difficult to get the focus and the muse to do the replies in the drafts.

Plus, I’m moving tomorrow to begin another year of uni study. But this means that tomorrow, the move will hopefully be over, so I should be able to get back on the blog tomorrow night.

I hope everyone’s had a good week ^_^

In the mean time, if anyone wants to see anything from Kratos, say anything to Kratos or just poke him and see what he does, feel free to get in there!

*casually puts a ♢ in your inbox because I'm a cheesy dweeb*
lloyd-the-barista

♢:Forehead or cheek kisses

The first time Kratos kissed his newborn son’s forehead, it was warm and soft and the lips that touched it brushed like feathers. He didn’t know why he did it - he had never been more afraid to cause harm with a breath - but he had never loved anything more than he loved the bundle in his arms.

Never in his life had Kratos been compelled to heal a scrape that did not need healing, a bump that had not yet risen, a red mark, or a tear beading at the corner of an eye.

Anna scolded him for that; Lloyd needed to believe in the healing power of a kiss. When he fell down, he needed to realise he would be alright. It was their job to wipe away the tears, to give comfort that overrode the pain, not to take it away with magic.

When Lloyd cried, Kratos healed with a kiss to the forehead, like that very first day but without the uncertainty, a firm kiss, a tight hold. It was a promise. Now, he understand. Each kiss was a soul deep promise that he would protect his son, would hold him close and chase the demons away, whatever it took until the day he died.

That was what it meant, Kratos realised as he smoothed the lines on his slumbering son’s face with a kiss; to be a parent was to ache when a pain could not be healed with kiss; to be a parent was to do all in his power to chase the nightmares away.

And as he watches his teenage son squirm and frown and tense in his bed, although he is no longer that boy’s father, although his kisses are not the ones that have defeated his demons, Kratos feels it - the ache, the pain. His child is suffering and his father is not there.

And for a moment, just one moment, his facade drops. He his not the cold-hearted mercenary he claims to be. He is not here to take the Chosen from under the noses of all those who love her. He is not the man who will once again rip his son’s world apart.

He is a father and he presses a kiss to Lloyd’s forehead that weighs more than any ever should, a kiss that is meant to heal but cannot. Because in it are a thousand apologies, are the memories of birthday’s spent without the birthday boy, gifts that were never given and praise that never left his lips.

He breathes the words, less than a whisper, into his son’s hair. “I am sorry.”

Lloyd, my son.

He does not wait to see if the lines smooth on Lloyd’s face. He does the same thing he did all those years ago. He fails. He turns away. He leaves before Lloyd can wake up and wonder why daddy is crying.

Friendly reminders about roleplaying with me;;

♥ I have skype  and will gladly share it if asked for it.
♥ I love plotting and it is always much appreciated.
♥ I love asks of all kinds! Want to know something ooc? Send it in! Want to ask my muse questions that relate overall to fandom? Send it in! Want to ask my muse questions that pertain to a certain verse? Send it in!
Short paras via ask are love.
Random starters are SUPER love.
Most of all : never be afraid to approach me because I’m the biggest dork and as intimidating as a happy feet dancing penguin.

(Source: howlinginhale)

450 Followers

So, the follower count just hit 450… First of all, wow, that is a LOT. Thank you all so much for finding some kind of entertainment out of this peculiar old man and his odd mundane, and for wanting to interact with us.

Secondly, I owe you guys something. I was going to do something for the 400 follower mark but then I couldn’t decide what. So over the next couple of days, I’ll see if I can come up with a plan, shoot out some options and ask for opinions (maybe some kind of writing giveaway because I am a student in England and I have nothing else to offer you or a mun video, idk).

And finally, I just wanna talk quickly about the following policy of this blog. I follow a lot of blogs and the dash can get quite cluttered. If you are an rp blog, I will follow back because I like getting Kratos to interact with everyone. If you’re not an rp blog, or if you are and it’s not obvious and I am a dumb, then I might not. If you want to interact with Kratos and I haven’t followed you back yet, please do! Go for it - shoot us a message or a question or an elbow nudge and we will definitely answer it or get something started.

If you’re following then you’re obviously a great person to put up with us, and I’d like to interact with as many of you as possible ^_^

Nonsexual acts of Intimacy - Select from the following for my muse to respond to...

♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes
♕: Holding hands
♖: Having their hair washed by your muse
♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap.
♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort
♙: Sharing a bed
♚: Head scratches
♛: Sharing a dessert
♜: Shoulder rubs
♝: Reading a book together
♞: Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which)
♟: Patching up a wound
♤: Taking a bath together
♧: Your muse playing with their hair
♡: Accidentally falling asleep together
♢: Forehead or cheek kisses
♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.
♣: Back scratches
♥: Your muse crying about something
♦: Slow dancing
mun reputation - she is a talented writer, nice to talk to and a great pleasure to have met
reidhershelrp

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