Author has written 9 stories for Sherlock.
my 'name' is kizzy "lovegood."I'm a high-functioning potterhead and a bit of a sociopath and I support chudley cannons and cupcake eating.
Some how I have not yet been hit by a rampaging Hippogriff,i want to write (I'm going to try and write more drabble now) and read fanfics.
I want to be a writer and write my own books but for now i will write (crap,try to make them good.) fanfics.yay.I no that you dont want to read about "standardize" cauldron thickness.!.I sill trying to do a dam Wronski Feint...now i am of to count my Chocolate Frog Cards.:).
Oh and I love eyes.(not eating them,it thats what your thinking.looking at them and (Trying to)drawing them.)When I was your age — about, ooh, a thousand years ago — I loved a good bedtime story. The Three Little Sontarans. The Emperor Dalek's New Clothes. Snow White and the Seven Keys to Doomsday, eh? All the classics!
TV taught me how to feel Now real life has no appeal(marina and the diamonds;ON NO
Me:That’s not what people normally say.
someone: er...What do people normally say.?.
me: "Piss off!"
me:I'm not implying anything. I'm sure Sally came round for a nice little chat, and just happened to stay over. And I assume she scrubbed your floor, going by the state of her knees.
me:stop thainking It's annoying... What is it like in your funny little brains? It must be so boring.
someone:well,er...i have to go.
me:GOT IT...Her coat is slightly damp; she's been in heavy rain in the last few hours. No rain anywhere in London in that time. Under her coat collar is damp too; she's turned it up against the wind. She's got an umbrella in her left-hand pocket, but it's dry and unused: not just wind, strong wind, too strong to use her umbrella. We know from her suitcase that she was intending to stay overnight, so she must have come a decent distance, but she can't have traveled more than two or three hours because her coat still hasn't dried. So, where has there been heavy rain and strong wind within the radius of that travel time? Cardiff.
someone runs off yelling:HELPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP.!.
me:I'm not a psychopath, Anderson, I'm a high-functioning sociopath. Do your research...were did they go.?...That’s a bit unfortunate!
HOMOPHOBIA IS STUPID!!
I am the boy who never finished high school, because I got called a fag everyday.
I am the girl kicked out of her home, because I confided in my mother I'm a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets, because no one will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of 27 years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me. I am not one of the lucky ones.
I killed myself weeks before graduating high school. It was just too much to bear. We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us because she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not even allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to trach gym until somebody told me only lesbians do that.
I am the woman who died when the EMTs stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn't always have to deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most: love. I am the person ashamed to tell my own friends I'm a lesbian, because they constantly make fun of them.
I am the boy tied to the fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two straight men wanted to "teach me a lesson".
The thing about bunk beds...
They [twin beds] are the most stupid, the most perfidious, and the most dangerous invention in the world. Shame and a curse on who thought of them
The Doctor: No, bunk beds are cool! A bed, with a ladder! You can’t beat that!
Who do you think is right?
The Doctor: Now the question of the hour is, "Who's got the Pandorica?" Answer: I do. Next question: Who's coming to take it from me? [Pause] Come on! Look at me! No plan, no back-up, no weapons worth a damn! Oh, and something else I don't have: Anything to lose! So, if you're sitting up there in your silly, little spaceship with all your silly, little guns, and you've got any plans on taking the Pandorica tonight, just remember who's standing in your way! Remember every black day I ever stopped you and then, and then, do the smart thing: Let somebody else try first.
Young Kazran: It’s gonna eat us! The Doctor: Well, maybe we’re gonna eat it, but I don’t like the odds.
River: Careful. Tried that once. Ever so dull.
The Doctor: And one whacking great kick up the backside for the Silence! You just raised an army against yourself! And now, for a thousand generations, you'll be ordering them to destroy you every day. How fast can you run? Because today's the day the human race throw you off their planet. They won't even know they're doing it. I think, quite possibly, the word you're looking for right now is "Oops". Run! Guys, I mean us! Run!
IdrisThen you stole me. And I stole you.
The Doctor: (long pause) I borrowed you.
Idris: Borrowing implies the eventual intention to return the thing that was taken. What makes you think I would ever give you back?
The Doctor: Uh, Amy. This is... well... she’s my TARDIS. Except she’s a woman. She’s a woman, and she’s my TARDIS.Amy: She’s the TARDIS?The Doctor: And she’s a woman. She’s a woman, and she’s the TARDIS.Amy: Did you wish really hard?The Doctor: Shut up! Not like that.Idris: Hello, I’m... Sexy.The Doctor: Ohhh. (Pointing at Amy and Rory.) Still shut up!
The Doctor: Yes, it's insane. And it's about to get even more insanerer. Is that a word? Show yourself! Right now!
The Doctor: Rory, take Hitler and put him in the cupboard over there, now. Do it.Rory: Right. I'm putting Hitler in the cupboard. Cupboard, Hitler. Hitler, cupboard. C'mon.
Rory: What's wrong with you? What has she done to you?
The Doctor: Poisoned me, but I'm fine ... well, no. I'm dying. But I've got a plan.Amy: What plan?
The Doctor: ... Not dying! See? Fine.
The Doctor: Pantophobia. Not fear of pants, though, if that's what you're thinking. It's the fear of everything. Including pants, I suppose, in that case.
Craig: "Not Mum"? The Doctor: That’s you! "Also Not Mum", that’s me! And everybody else is [leans in to Alfie] "Peasants". That’s a bit unfortunate.
The Doctor: I stole your childhood and now I've led you by the hand to your death. But the worst thing is I knew. I knew this would happen. This is what always happens. Forget your faith in me. I took you with me because I was vain. Because I wanted to be adored. Look at you, glorious Pond. The Girl Who Waited for me. I'm not a hero. I really am just a madman in a box. And it's time we say each other as we really are. Amy Williams. It's time to stop waiting.