Last Updated Jan 05, 2017
Nothing to do with Booksie.....
I'm a freaking grown man freaking out about the freaking new Doctor Who Christmas Special that FINALLY came out!!!!!!!!!!!! I NEED SEASON 10!!!!!!!!!!!!! *needs of ventilate feelings*
Short Story / Horror
Poem / Horror
Book / Romance
So, let's start out by throwing the random things out there that everyone and no one wants to know.
I'm a twenty-nine year old male living happily in Glascow, UK.
I'm a homicide detective. Been working for the law for almost seven years now.
I'm single, living happily alone with me, myself, and I.
I have brown hair... Yep. That's basically it.
-Doctor Who (what Brit doesn't like that show)
-White Collar (American show that I actually found quite good)
-Broadchurch (not Gracepoint. Broadchurch)
I don't watch telly a lot. Too busy at work. :)
A Quick Note:
You can also find my writting on Fan Fiction under the same pen name, Hetamax Wrynisimus.
That reminds me. Why is my name Hetamax Wrynisimus. (He-tu-max Wrie-nis-i-mus)
For short, Hetamax Wrynisimus is my Time Lord name... from Doctor Who... listen, every person has their fandoms. I'm just OVERLY crazy about his one. :D
A Strange Fact:
This fact proves my fandom love of Doctor Who.
I can name all 130 episodes in order forward or backward. I also know that there are 130 episodes so.....
I LOVE TO READ!
Anyone else read Harry Potter? I've read the whole series through four times. Absolutely fantastic story line.
-We're all stories in the end, just make it a good one, eh? (this is what I live by)
-What's the point in growing up if you can't act childish sometimes? (also live by this... but my parents don't always approve)
-Some people live more in twenty years then others do in eighty. It's not the time that counts, it's the person. (why I became a police officer... basically)
-When you're a kid, they tell you it's all "Grow up. Get a job. Get married. Get a house. Have a kid. And that's it." But the truth is, the world is so much stranger than that. It's so much darker. And so much madder.... And so much better. (100% agree)
-Come on then, Team Not-Dead. (said that to my crew once)
-The deep and lovely dark... we'd never see the stars without it. (^-^)
Favorite Doctor Who Conversations
The Doctor: Oh, now, what's this then? I love this. A big flashy-lighty thing. That's what brought me here. Big flashy-lighty things have got my name written all over them. Not actually, but give me time... and a crayon.
The Doctor: I saw the Fall of Troy! World War Five! I was pushing boxes at the Boston Tea Party! Now I'm gonna die in a dungeon... in Cardiff!
Shakespeare: 'Close up this din of hateful decay,
decomposition of your witches' plot! You thieve my brains,
consider me your toy, my doting doctor tells
me I am
Lilith: No! Words of power!
William Shakespeare: 'Foul Carrionite specters, cease your show, between the points... '
[he looks to The Doctor for help]
The Doctor: 761390!
William Shakespeare: '761390! Banished like a tinker's cuss, I say to thee... '
[he again looks to The Doctor]
The Doctor: Uh...
[he looks to Martha]
Martha Jones: Expelliarmus!
The Doctor: Expelliarmus!
William Shakespeare: 'Expelliarmus!'
The Doctor: Good old JK!”
[aiming gun at the ceiling] Didn't anyone ever tell you? There's
one thing you never put in a trap if you're smart. If you value
your continued existence, if you have any plans about seeing
tomorrow, there's one thing you never, ever put in a trap.
Angel Bob: And what would that be, sir? The Doctor: Me. [fires]
My mum's here.
The Doctor: Oh, that's just what I need! Don't you dare make this place domestic!
Mickey Smith: You ruined my life, Doctor. [the Doctor turns and looks at him, irritated] They thought she was dead, I was a murder suspect because of you!
The Doctor: [looks at Rose] See what I mean? Domestic!
Mickey: I bet you don't even remember my name!
The Doctor: Ricky.
Mickey: It's Mickey!
The Doctor: No, it's Ricky.
Mickey: I think I know my own name!
The Doctor: You think you know your own name? How stupid are you?
Rose: 'If you are an alien, how come you sound like you're from the north?' Doctor: 'Lots of planets have a north!
12th Doctor Amazingness! (doctor who)
-Okay, let's start with pi. Even in a flat world they would have circles. I don't mean edible pie, I mean circular pi... which I now realize would mean edible pie, but anyway...
-I am not a good man! And I am not a bad man. I am not a hero and I am definately not a president. And no, I am not an officer. Do you know what I am? I. Am. An. IDIOT, with a box and a screwdriver.
-I hope I'm right. It would be slightly awkward if the world was destroyed at this point.
-I hate being wrong in public... everyone forget that just happened.
-I'm an amnesiac robbing a bank. Why would I be okay?
Doctor: Why do you have three mirrors? Why don't you just turn your head? Clara: What are you doing here? Doctor: You said you had a date. I thought I better hide in the bedroom in case you brought him home. [clara slumps on bed, upset] A bit early, aren't you? Did it all go wrong, or is this good by your standars? Clara: It was a disaster and I'm extremely upset about it since you didn't ask. [Doctor gestures toward TARDIS, urging her to come] No, it's just possible that I might get a phone call. Doctor: From the date guy? It's too late, you've taken your make-up off. Clara: No. I haven't. I'm still wearing my make-up. Doctor: Alright, okay. Well, you probably just missed a bit. Come on, come on.
The Robot of Sherwood: Bestconversation EVER (better if you see it in person so... watch Doctor Who!
(A skeleton is stitting up against a stake fastened into the floor of a stone chamber. A single cross slit illuminates the room. Our three heros chained together, with the chains running through large hoops set into stones in the floor. Robin is on the left as we look at them, then the Doctor, then Clara.)
Robin: Splendid. Enchained.
Robin: Trussed up like a turkey-cocks. Thanks to your friend.
Doctor: Shut it, Hoodie. I saved your life.
Robin: I had the situation well in hand.
Doctor: Long -haired ninny versus robot killer knights? I know where I'd put my money.
Robin: If you had not betrayed me, I would have been triumphant. t
Doctor: You would have been a little puff of smoke and ashes.
Robin: Oh, ha!Doctor:
Doctor: You'd have been floating around in tiny little laughing bits in peoples goblets.
Robin: Balderdash. Ha!
Doctor: Oh, right, here we go. It's laughing time.
Robin: Well, you amuse me, grey old man.
Doctor: Guard! He's laughing again! You can't keep me locked up with a laughing person.
Robin: Oh, I find that... I find that quite funny. Do you know, I feel another laugh coming on. A-ha-ha-ha!
Doctor: Guards, I cannot. Remain. In this cell. Execute me now.
Robin: You heard him. Execute the old fool.
Doctor: No, hang on. Execute him.
Robin: I do not fear death, so execute away!
Doctor: Execute him! I'd like to see if his head keeps laughing when you chop it off!
Robin: Oh, Robin Hood always laughs in the face of death!
Doctor: Yes, rolling around the floor laughing, I would pay good money to see that!
Robin + Doctor: Guard! Guard! Guard! Guard! Guard! Guard!
Clara: Will you two SHUT UP!!!
Clara: Do either of you understand, in any way at all, that there isn't actually a guard out there?
Robin: I did, in fact.
Doctor: No you didn't.
Clara: I said, shut up. The Doctor and Robin Hood locked up in a cellar. Is this seriously the best that you can do? You're determined to starve to death in here squabbling.
Robin: Well, I'll tell you one thing... I'd last a lot longer than this desiccated man-crone.
Doctor: Well, you know what? I think you'll find I have a certain genetic advantage. Oh! [Clara has yanked on the chain attached to his wrist]
Clara: It is not a competition about who can die slower.
Doctor: It would definitely be me, though, wouldn't it?
Clara: There was supposed to be a plan. Do either of you two have a plan?
Doctor: Yeah, of course I have a plan.
Robin: I too, have a plan.
Clara: Okay. Robin, you first.
Doctor: Why him?
Clara: Doctor, shut up. Robin, your plan.
Robin: [Long pause] ...I am biding my time.
Clara: Thank you, Prince of Thieves. Last of the Time Lords?
Doctor: Yes. I have a plan.
Clara: Can you explain your plan without using the words sonic. Screwdriver. Becaus you might have forgotten the Sheriff of Nottingham has taken your sonice screwdriver, just saying. It's always the screwdriver.
Doctor: Okay. Let, let, let... let's hear Robin's plan first.
Clara: Oh, for God's sake.
[The door is unlocked]
Robin: See? There was a guard. There was a guard listening the whole time, I knew it. Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
Guard: The Sheriff himself commanded me to listen, to find out which of you is the true ringleader.
Doctor: Ah, so he can do the interrogating. Very wise.
Robin: Excellent. He will get nothing from me.
Doctor: No, no, no, no, no. He will get nothing from me, because interrogation, that's where I turn the tables. You see, that's my plan.
Robin: [raises shackled arms to guard] Just hurry up and take me to him.
Doctor: [also raises arms] No, no. Chop-chop. Come on.
[The guard unfastens Clara's chains]
When the Doctor fights crime... with kitchen utensils.
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