ICONS: 50 End of Time icons (mostly Master, plenty o' crack, cross-spammed)
Have some End of Time icons and a few random Who bits (well, Dave's bits feature heavily). Here we go.
1. Want, take, have, sort out sharing amongst yourselves
2. Textless icons are not bases, plz not to be modifyin'
3. Credit, or Rassilon will introduce you to his Rod
4. I wonder what I'd be, without you.
Yo, homies.
People will say we're in love.
Speaks for itself.
*boing*
C'mon, Dave, we all saw it.
Ayup.
And it wasn't just his manbits.
Dave's realised it now. He can't help it, it's a natural reaction to John Simm squinting at him.
Yup, Dave. It's all on camera.
*wheezing*
Speaking of boner-inducing squints...
And smirks...
He is under your fucking bed.
My name is Mister Master...
Mmm....
THESE EYES. THEY ARE NOT REAL.
Maybe it's the slashy slash that makes them even prettier than usual.
I've got you now, my proud beauty.
This is the way they do it on Gallifrey.
Running, zapping, bondage. It's all an elaborate mating ritual.
See what I mean?
Bless him, he does try so hard.
*heavy breathing*
Unf.
Unf.
Unf. Etc.
GODDAMMIT, WILF. I WAS JUST ABOUT TO GIVE THE DOCTOR A FACIAL.
*angsty Byronic hero posing*
CRIBBINS=WIN.
Oh shit. CRUNCHTIME.
Don't you dare fucking touch him, Rassilon. He's *mine*.
Axlkdsahflksdhflsdkhflsdkfhsdlhkf.
TRUE LOVE KILLS WITH MOTHERFUCKING LASERS.
The last son of Gallifrey, man.
Protecting his evil bf 'til the end.
ASDlkdhsalskdhalkhdlksahd.
*squeak*
Eeee.
SIMMTEARS, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN.
Oh yeah.
It's getting hot in here.
The drums hurt so good.
Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
Yeah, exactly.
SHALLOWNESS IS GOOD FOR YOU.
Ogling Daves has been known to improve circulation, calm the mind and to cure the common cold.
And have a less shitty icon of Last Kiss:
And that's all for now. *flumps*
1. Want, take, have, sort out sharing amongst yourselves
2. Textless icons are not bases, plz not to be modifyin'
3. Credit, or Rassilon will introduce you to his Rod
4. I wonder what I'd be, without you.
Yo, homies.
People will say we're in love.
Speaks for itself.
*boing*
C'mon, Dave, we all saw it.
Ayup.
And it wasn't just his manbits.
Dave's realised it now. He can't help it, it's a natural reaction to John Simm squinting at him.
Yup, Dave. It's all on camera.
*wheezing*
Speaking of boner-inducing squints...
And smirks...
He is under your fucking bed.
My name is Mister Master...
Mmm....
THESE EYES. THEY ARE NOT REAL.
Maybe it's the slashy slash that makes them even prettier than usual.
I've got you now, my proud beauty.
This is the way they do it on Gallifrey.
Running, zapping, bondage. It's all an elaborate mating ritual.
See what I mean?
Bless him, he does try so hard.
*heavy breathing*
Unf.
Unf.
Unf. Etc.
GODDAMMIT, WILF. I WAS JUST ABOUT TO GIVE THE DOCTOR A FACIAL.
*angsty Byronic hero posing*
CRIBBINS=WIN.
Oh shit. CRUNCHTIME.
Don't you dare fucking touch him, Rassilon. He's *mine*.
Axlkdsahflksdhflsdkhflsdkfhsdlhkf.
TRUE LOVE KILLS WITH MOTHERFUCKING LASERS.
The last son of Gallifrey, man.
Protecting his evil bf 'til the end.
ASDlkdhsalskdhalkhdlksahd.
*squeak*
Eeee.
SIMMTEARS, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN.
Oh yeah.
It's getting hot in here.
The drums hurt so good.
Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
Yeah, exactly.
SHALLOWNESS IS GOOD FOR YOU.
Ogling Daves has been known to improve circulation, calm the mind and to cure the common cold.
And have a less shitty icon of Last Kiss:
And that's all for now. *flumps*