ICONS: Doctor Who crack/not crack icons, oldskool stylee (War Games, One, Three, Delgado)
Lo, crack and not-so-cracky iconses. Mostly from the War Games, and since this is me, you know the War Chief might be in some of them. *cough*
1. Want, take, have
2. Textless icons are not bases, plz not to be modifyin'
3. Credit, or the Time Lords will chuck you into the Vortex
4. "You may have changed your appearance, but I know who you are."
Well?
He was losing the will to live anyhow.
Not the Master. Not the Master. Not the Master. Not the Master. Yeah.
Variations:
Strike a pose, there's nothing to it.
Even the Chief Scientist is mesmerised by the War Chief's gliding movements.
He really is the boss from hell we've all had, yeah?
Bring the Holy Hand Grenade of Rassilon, Brother Maynard.
It's what the High Council do best:
And you didn't think the War Chief spam celebration would stop there, did you?
THIS ICON IS NOT AT ALL GRATUITOUS.
NOR IS THIS. HE IS HYSTERICAL. AND I LOVE HIM. AND HIS BLING FLING.
He cannot be outbitched.
Or out-camped.
STFU, IT MAKES SENSE.
He glowers beautifully. *sulksulksulk*
And leers like a motherbitch.
Two knows what's going to happen.
Ah, slash... "Theta, I never forgot what we did in the long red grass..."
"Well, yes. I remember us looking for specimens in biology class."
"Mmmm... salty, they were, too..."
And this is how it *actually* went down. *humphumphumphump*
See? Two knew it.
"Maybe Buddhist meditation can take my mind off the timecock I'm being offered. Om mani padme hum..."
"Bitch, you're not serious."
And some random crap I've had floating around for a while:
One's hand-flick at the Toymaker is SO GHETTO. "You have been defeated!"
Ahh, the Sixties. When the Doctor could still look like a creepy old nonce.
Sorry. (You know you want to, though.)
I FUCKIN' BLAME marah_sarie FOR THIS ONE. *cries*
Even Three is terrified.
HAI!
1. Want, take, have
2. Textless icons are not bases, plz not to be modifyin'
3. Credit, or the Time Lords will chuck you into the Vortex
4. "You may have changed your appearance, but I know who you are."
Well?
He was losing the will to live anyhow.
Not the Master. Not the Master. Not the Master. Not the Master. Yeah.
Variations:
Strike a pose, there's nothing to it.
Even the Chief Scientist is mesmerised by the War Chief's gliding movements.
He really is the boss from hell we've all had, yeah?
Bring the Holy Hand Grenade of Rassilon, Brother Maynard.
It's what the High Council do best:
And you didn't think the War Chief spam celebration would stop there, did you?
THIS ICON IS NOT AT ALL GRATUITOUS.
NOR IS THIS. HE IS HYSTERICAL. AND I LOVE HIM. AND HIS BLING FLING.
He cannot be outbitched.
Or out-camped.
STFU, IT MAKES SENSE.
He glowers beautifully. *sulksulksulk*
And leers like a motherbitch.
Two knows what's going to happen.
Ah, slash... "Theta, I never forgot what we did in the long red grass..."
"Well, yes. I remember us looking for specimens in biology class."
"Mmmm... salty, they were, too..."
And this is how it *actually* went down. *humphumphumphump*
See? Two knew it.
"Maybe Buddhist meditation can take my mind off the timecock I'm being offered. Om mani padme hum..."
"Bitch, you're not serious."
And some random crap I've had floating around for a while:
One's hand-flick at the Toymaker is SO GHETTO. "You have been defeated!"
Ahh, the Sixties. When the Doctor could still look like a creepy old nonce.
Sorry. (You know you want to, though.)
I FUCKIN' BLAME marah_sarie FOR THIS ONE. *cries*
Even Three is terrified.
HAI!