I DID IT!!! I had to record it like 20 times (no lie) … in one record my sister was shouting in her room, in the second one an ambulance drove through my street etc. D:
I was tagged by @shhhushhh to record myself while going through the list and to answer the questions. ☺
Rules:Voice record yourself while going through the following list and answering the questions.
What is your name and/or username? Where are you from?
pronounce the following words:
- Theatre - Iron - Salmon - Caramel - Fire - Water - New Orleans - Furniture - Both - Again - Probably - Alabama - Lawyer - Coupon - Mayonnaise - Caught - Naturally - Envelope - Twitter - New York - Crayon - Tumblr
How would you address a group of two or more people? What would you call a sale of unwanted items on your porch, in your yard, etc.? What do you call a sweetened carbonated beverage? What do you call your grandparents? What do you call gym shoes? Choose book and read a paragraph from it. Do you speak a second language?. End the video by saying any 3 words you want.
A tie, even if he’s not wearing it. Makes for a good rope, in an emergency.
The TARDIS’ key, in his blazer’s left breast pocket, in an inner-lining pocket where he keeps the sonic AND the key (so as to prevent them being lost in his almost-bottomless pockets). The paper is kept in the coat.
He carries the memory of watching his planet and family burn, as well : )
He starts carrying a stethoscope with him post-Martha.
Something which smells like bananas, except accidentally - he did not set out to have it in there. It’s just smelt like that for a while, his coat. Not really too sure why. Very fruity.
A small, lipgloss-sized container, its lid stamped with a green crescent moon. It’s a decent painkiller and will usually stop things bleeding; an all-purpose ointment for surface-level injury.
Food bars. Starving isn’t fun and they’re tiny and portable and often delicious. The Doctor carries food bars with him, and they’re either soup or vegetables or what-have-you. Think Willy Wonka’s bubblegum.
Usually, he’ll also have a bit of copper wire, somewhere. A hundred uses, for copper - you know humans were the ones who discovered it? Humans. Nobody else - well, eventually, but humans’re the ones famous for it. You know how Italians have pasta? Humans have copper. Copper, and showers. Showers are universally loved.
yo if you’re a cishet girl who thinks wlw is ‘gross’ and/or ‘ew weird’ but ship mlm and say shit like ‘ohh my gay babies!!’ and ‘they’re so hot together!’ or ‘i’m going to hell for shipping them’ etc., please get the fuck off my blog
if you’re a cishet girl who thinks wlw is perfectly alright and you support them and you ship mlm but are very respectful and careful about not fetishising them, thank you and bless you
“What I find interesting, deputy, is that you have all this to say about magic, and yet you still leave your daughter with me every afternoon without fail.” Stiles drummed his fingers on the counter. “My only conclusion is that even if you hate magic, you must trust me on some level.”
Derek cleared his throat and looked away. “Amy likes Jack. And my boss gave you a good recommendation, for some unfathomable reason.”
“Your boss is my father. Of course he’s going to give me a good recommendation.” Stiles pulled out little pouches of powder and poured them into a set of a dozen vials sitting out on the counter. “So come on, Hale. What is it? Is it the magic you hate, or me?”
Both. I hate magic, and I hate what you’re doing to me. Derek realized his fists were clenched, and he shoved them into the pockets of his uniform. He couldn’t admit any of that to Stiles, though, not without admitting to…other things. Things he wasn’t acknowledging now or ever.