Haven't updated this in forever. This is my blog box, I am Trevor. I enjoy acting, drawing, RPing, writing, general science, common sense, and things I can't think of. Here is a picture of me working on cosplay bullshit above.
FOURTH DOCTOR: Your weapons won’t work in here. We’re in a state of temporal grace. We’re multi-dimensional. ELDRAD: What do you mean? FOURTH DOCTOR: Well, in a sense, you see, we don’t exist while we’re in here. So you can’t hurt us, and we can’t hurt you. — The Hand of Fear
NYSSA: And that’s another thing. The TARDIS used to be in a state of temporal grace, you said. Guns couldn’t be fired. FIFTH DOCTOR: Yes. Well, nobody’s perfect. — Arc of Infinity
ELEVENTH DOCTOR: You shot it! You shot my TARDIS! You shot the console! MELS: It’s your fault! ELEVENTH DOCTOR: How is it my fault!? MELS: You said guns didn’t work in this place! You said we’re in a state of temporal grace! ELEVENTH DOCTOR: Oh, that was a clever lie, you idiot! Anyone could’ve told that was a clever lie! — Let’s Kill Hitler
Stop crying. You’ve got a lot to look forward to, you know. A normal human life on Earth. Mortgage repayments, the 9 to 5, a persistent nagging sense of spiritual emptiness. Save the tears for later, boyo. Oh, that was crabby. No, that was old. But I am old, Stormy. I am so old. So near the end.