People choose their role models themselves. I am honest
with myself and I’m not ashamed of anything I’ve done. You shouldn’t
plan on giving a certain image of yourself to people. You should live
your life, your experiences, your job. The people take what they want.
why did i spend time on this a word cloud of every key word the twelfth doctor has said - from ‘the time of the doctor’ to ‘the return of doctor mysterio’ (including class because how could i not). long story short, his catchphrase is clara (the larger the word the more it was said)
long story in its entirety:
basically, two years ago i spent a ridiculously long amount of time on this (ttotd to last christmas):
and i had almost eradicated it from my memory, but then i found it on my desktop and remembered that i had actually written everything down for s9, and all i had to do was thors, for tonight we might die and doctor mysterio, and i was very bored yesterday so i thought ‘eh, why not’
turns out i could have just copied and pasted the script, since wordle gets rid of common english words anyway. i changed my rules about 20 times in this about what words count as common words and what don’t fml, which is why ‘hello’ is so small but still there. ah well.
might add s10 on too when it comes out, because i know i can copy and paste the script now. yay.
Why, WHY would you trust this Veretian snake that literally walks around verbally flaying people, clearly hates you, probably still does enough to see to your painfully drawn out death, and that wants to take land from ME, your most trusted, loyal, oldest bestie that knows everything about your–
*walks around w/ blond hair and blue eyes*
I have genuinely no idea where to start with this honestly. I’ve wanted to do an ace!cas op for somewhere around two years, maybe three and this came out so beyond well.
So I was in line really ridiculously early because I didn’t want to wait for the sheer terror at the idea of hugging Castiel make me sell my ops on the spot. I got into the room, absolutely terrified, clutching my sign for dear life while trying to remember what my friend had said and putting 99% of my energy into not puking.
When I got up to him, he grinned at me as I was waking up to him and I smiled back then held out the sign. He took it from me, read it, read it again, took the time to take the colors in, then looked up and his face morphed into the softest, kindest look I have ever seen. His eyes were just full of support and love and happiness and he smiled really softly at me before turning to do the op. At first he was just holding the sign but I asked if we could both hold it so he lets go and I reach over and ask if we can hold hands. He reached over, and I expected him to do the other kind of hand holding where you just kinda wrap your hands around each other kinda discreet below the sign but he was having none of that. He reaches over, entwines our fingers, then drags my hand up over the sign and squeezes so hard.
Anyway, his hands are ridiculously soft and warm and large and that look that he gave me will keep me warm for decades.
[The sign says “we’re beauty, we’re grace, we happen to be ace”]