classic-starters:

starters from the 1607 shakespeare play, ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA

  • “in time we hate that which we often fear.”
  • “put on my crown.”
  • “i have immortal longings in me.”
  • “make death proud to take us.”
  • “we are for the dark.”
  • “the bright day is done.”
  • “come, sir, come, i’ll wrestle you in my strength of love.”
  • “thus i let you go, and give you to the gods.”
  • “the april is in your eyes.”
  • “my desolation does begin to make a better life.”
  • “did i ever love ( name ) as much as this?”
  • “may you choke on any other sentiments like that!”
  • “is this true?”
  • “usually that means a person is foolish.”
  • “if it be love indeed, tell me how much.”
  • “there’s beggary in the love that can be reckoned.”
  • “see how i convey my shame out of thine eyes by looking back what i have left behind, ‘stroyed in dishonour.”
  • “i little thought you would have followed.”
  • “you did know how much you were my conqueror, and that my sword, made weak by my affection, would obey it on all cause.”
  • “fall not a tear, i say.”
  • “give me a kiss.”
  • “fortune knows we scorn her most when she offers blows.”
  • “kind sir, give me a good fortune.”
  • “i don’t make fortunes, i only see them.”
  • “you will love more than you are loved.”
  • “to be furious is to be frightened out of fear.”
  • “when valour preys on reason, it eats the sword it fights with.”
  • “may you die of the worst disease!”
  • “in nature’s infinite book of secrecy, a little i can read.”

HEY GUYS.

I was thinking I could do a new feature on this blog to keep up and relevant with Series Eleven:  A Master Commentary breaking the fourth wall after each episode, remarking in his snotty imperious way, to comedic effect, and occasional tender poignancy, about the events that unfolded. Eh? Takers? 

I’m gonna do it even if nobody cares lmao. It’s too fun an idea to pass up. 

I’ll protect you (from any of them)

Send “I’ll protect you” for my muse’s reaction.

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     “Don’t be daft, you old potato,” the Master sasses straight back.  “You just stand there in those sexy glasses and look pretty. I’ll do the hard work.”  

He draws his laser and nudges the Doctor, hip to hip, then swings around and fires his laser off directly into the nasty, large alien insect’s head.  

    “Here’s hoping we don’t disturb the hive overhead.  And don’t get huffy about me killing the worker drones. Long as we don’t get the queen their kind’ll live to sting another day.”  

“I’ll protect you” (From 13)

Send “I’ll protect you” for my muse’s reaction. 

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     “From what, exactly?”  

Boy, boy, my boy. Mine.  My boy in the red grasses.  The red grasses of Gallifrey, Gallifrey on my mind incessantly today. Is that because of you ?

The Master’s features devolve from a moment of exquisite, soft recollection, to one of unabashed hatred.  But it’s not just hatred. It’s anguish.

He snatches the sonic from the Doctor’s hand, and flings it to the ground, and stamps on it.  
   
   “And WITH what? Your NON-weapons?  Your alleged hope? I had hope once. I had hope for US. What happened to our PACT, Doctor?  Did my ambition disgust you?  Were you scared by the way I tried to violently protect you?  You could have told me. I might’ve compromised. I might’ve done a great many things differently, had you not LEFT.”  

And made me feel certain of my dispensability.  

Doctor.  Help me.

He retreats a pace, feeling more raw and violated and conflicted and alone than he has felt since that Christmas when unsteady resurrection energies flowed through his starved body.  

Save me.

He rakes his fingers through his own hair.  

Would you still love me if I killed thousands more?

Millions?

Would you please just save me?