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➳ ALICE IN WONDERLAND BY LEWIS CARROLL; STARTER SENTENCES.
❛ It’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then. ❜
❛ We’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad. ❜
❛ Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast. ❜
❛ If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn’t. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn’t be. And what it wouldn’t be, it would. You see? ❜
❛ Who in the world am I? Ah, that’s the great puzzle. ❜
❛ I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, ‘Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.’ ❜
❛ Curiouser and curiouser! ❜
❛ One of the deep secrets of life is that all that is really worth the doing is what we do for others. ❜
❛ Why is a raven like a writing-desk? ❜
❛ If everybody minded their own business, the world would go around a great deal faster than it does. ❜
❛ No, no! The adventures first, explanations take such a dreadful time. ❜
❛ Imagination is the only weapon in the war against reality. ❜
❛ Everything is funny, if you can laugh at it. ❜
❛ I’m afraid I can’t explain myself, sir. Because I am not myself, you see? ❜
❛ My dear, here we must run as fast as we can, just to stay in place. And if you wish to go anywhere you must run twice as fast as that. ❜
❛ Off with their heads! ❜
❛ Well, I never heard it before, but it sounds uncommon nonsense. ❜
❛ No wise fish would go anywhere without a porpoise. ❜
❛ It would be so nice if something made sense for a change. ❜
❛ It’s always tea-time. ❜
❛ I don’t know the meaning of half those long words, and I don’t believe you do either! ❜
❛ Look after the senses and the sounds will look after themselves. ❜
❛ Rule Forty-two. All persons more than a mile high to leave the court. ❜
❛ You’re thinking about something, and it makes you forget to talk. ❜
❛ Birds of a feather flock together. ❜
Sexual tension sentence starters
as requested by anon. note: some of these work better if one of the muses is pushed up against a wall
Angry
“Make me.”
“I dare you.”
“Bite me.”
“You think you can just run that pretty mouth of yours whenever you want?!”
“Wanna bet?”
“If you complain that it’s hot one more time, I’m going to give you a reason to sweat.”
“Prove it.”
“What’s in it for me?”
“If you bite your lip one more time, I’m going to do it for you.”
“Oh, well fuck me, then.”
“Shut up!”
“Yell at me again, and I’ll give you a real reason to scream.”
Flirty
“I wish we weren’t out in public…”
“Wow, you’re really strong.”
“Wanna go for a ride?”
“You sure can’t keep your hands to yourself…”
“Ah, I think I need a new bed.”
“Can you help me with my tie?” / “Can you zip up my dress for me?”
“You have really nice fingers…”
“Are we going downtown?”
“You should come by my place…I’ll give you the grand tour.”
“That outfit looks good on you. But, you’d also look good without the outfit.”
“What do you wear to bed?”
Awkward
“Do you have to eat it like that?”
“Uhm–t-those shorts look tight–”
“Hey, stop biting your lip…”
“Wha–is that a banana in your pocket?”
“You’re standing a little close to me…”
“Hey–you’ve got a little something on your face–”
“My keys are in my pocket. Can you get them for me?”
“Help me find the D? I mean, the variable–i-it’s math…”
“I just wanna grab your bu–hand. Grab your hand.”
“*purely staring at (muse name)’s lips*”
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Ugh, so Holmes is actually kind of? My favourite person?
So the thing is like, I kind of came back to the HP RP community not knowing what to expect, and feeling a little bad just because like, I came in with this complicated, completely different AU, I’d been on this huge break away from the community, and I was like, fuck...
And Holmes sort of immediately was like, okay, get me up to speed, let’s chat - and like, I cannot name a blog that puts in more focused, detailed attention to building up individual characters in the realistic, three-dimensional way they ought be built up. Just looking at @veritasmaleficarum, I’m always astonished to see so many very different muses developed in their very different ways, with so much focus upon stuff like canon details, world-building, historical accuracy, and straight up creative forethought!
I’m just delighted whenever Holmes posts something new or mentions something to be on Discord, frankly, and I’m so so glad to be back in the HPRC! <3 You should follow Holmes everywhere!
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In truth, Jack didn’t quite know what to make of him. There was something in Potter’s manner that appeared almost EARNEST, putting it in direct conflict with his urge to be suspicious of the boy’s motives in being down here. As the barmaid returned with their drinks, Jack reached into his pocket and pushed a few sickles into her hand, before taking his own and meandering over to an empty table.
‟ Something like that. Afraid I’m not at liberty to say much either, mate. ”
There was something knowing in his eyes as he glanced back at him, wondering how Harry might take his deliberate test. Given his own line of work, he couldn’t be too careful; having a well-known investigative journalist sniffing too closely around his line of work was flirting too closely with the idea of TROUBLE. Operating under the radar of the Ministry was difficult enough.
‟ Who’s your guide? Strait-laced seems like a rather dull trip out to me. ”
“Captain HANNON,”
Harry speaks mildly, doing his best to keep the small element of distaste out of his voice: he hadn’t at all cared for Hannon, an American ex-navy man, who had talked at length about the wonders of war, and how he wished to be called to action. It had left Harry with a bad taste in his mouth, particularly when paired with Hannon’s biting adherence to schedule and naval discipline. He leans back in his seat, taking a sip of his drink, and he quickly scans the room, keeping a look out.
“A DULL TRIP, I’m sure it won’t be, though I admit, I wish I could just do the trip on my own.”
“I have some skill with water manipulation, but I couldn’t sail myself. I hate having to answer questions and obey orders - but I guess you know what that’s like? Being a captain yourself, I mean?”
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harry talking to jack: wow, i sounded like a complete serial killer there. man, i’m sorry: that’s not me at all harry talking to regulus: get me my chainsaw and some rubber gloves
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“You’ve got to let them know what kind of guy you are.”
※ MAD MEN 1x01 SMOKE GETS IN YOUR EYES SENTENCE STARTERS ※
“They know what kind of guy I am.”
He takes a drag of the cigarette, turns to the younger man, GRINS.
“That red carpet wasn’t carpet, Regulus, and it wasn’t here before I arrived this morning.”
Behind them, the house is tall, and at a gust of wind, the windows rattle. There’s a scent of blood in the air, and Harry is in exceedingly good spirits.
“Shall we OFF? My work here is done.”
“So, you’re going to ply me with drinks and convince me what a terrible mistake I’m making.”
※ MAD MEN 1x01 SMOKE GETS IN YOUR EYES SENTENCE STARTERS ※
“It’s either that or hold a knife to your throat. I thought alcohol more fun.”
The retort comes in a mild tone, friendly and light, and is even ended with a soft chuckle, but Harry’s expression is distracted, and even as he sips from his own bottle, he stares out over the side of the ship. The sun has long since set, and the sky is an expanse of deep black, stars twinkling in the distance, a crescent moon lighting the water.
Harry thinks of Albus Dumbledore’s robes, embroidered with the moon and stars, and he tastes the burn of rum in the back of his throat. Perhaps that joke was too far: Jack has seen the way Harry uses a knife by now, and perhaps it’s a little too close to a real threat.
The promise comes as a sudden afterthought: a peaceable assurance.
“I wouldn’t hold a knife to your throat.”
“That must have come across as absolutely mad, I’m sorry: I don’t know what I was thinking."
“–Suppose if gran thinks that is reason enough… Not like I could’ve done anything about it even if I wanted to. Gran is very opinionated, he should be lucky she didn’t do worse,” still, though, Neville thinks he might’ve met him once or twice if only because most editors like to appear at the big parties they can. They all seem to want nothing more than for the parties to blow up, too.
“At least she’s home sometimes this year, was worried she’d tire herself out by being out and about all the time– ‘course, she’s also too stubborn to let it show so you never really know…” shrugging, he gives the plant he’s working on one last pat before moving on to a slightly more stubborn one.
OPINIONATED!
That’s the word for Augusta Longbottom if ever there was one, and Harry grins a little, pulling himself up onto the sill and settling there. Victor Langley is a friendly sort, handsome and tall and charistmatic - he tends to introduce himself, especially to potential readers. Harry wonders if Neville does read Wizard’s Staff, or any of the other teen magazines.
Somehow, he can’t quite imagine it.
“I know,” Harry murmurs. He thinks of the old woman, glancing down at his hands, and says, “But if we were her age, I guess we wouldn’t want to act it either.”
※ MAD MEN 1x01 SMOKE GETS IN YOUR EYES SENTENCE STARTERS ※
starters from the first episode of the first season of amc’s “mad men”! feel free to change names/pronouns/etc.! 1x02
“We’re actually just having a conversation, is that okay?”
“So, you obviously need to relax after working here all night.”
“That’s a sad story.”
“You weren’t worried about waking me, were you?”
“Am I interrupting anything?”
“You’re lucky I’m still up working… and I’m alone.”
“Can I run a few ideas past you?”
“I’m familiar with most of your ideas.”
“Wow, you really are here to talk.”
“I don’t want to go to school tomorrow.”
“I am over, and they’re finally gonna know it.”
“That’s a pretty picture.”
“What’s your secret?”
“We should get married.”
“You know the rules, I don’t make plans and I don’t make breakfast.”
“What did you do that for?”
“You’ve got to let them know what kind of guy you are.”
“I have an important appointment right now.”
“It’s just a bachelor party, dear.”
“No, I really don’t know what they have planned.”
“Of course I love you. I’m giving up my life to be with you, aren’t I?”
“I’ll tell you, boys, she stole my heart.”
“In a couple of years, with the right moves, you’ll be in the city with the rest of us.”
“Keep a fifth of something in your desk.”
“Most of the time, they’re looking for something between a mother and a waitress.”
“Really evaluate where your strengths and weaknesses are. And be honest.”
“Now, try not to be overwhelmed by all of this technology.”
“You’re really wonderful for looking out for me this way.”
“You look like a hundred bucks.”
“If I was worried, I’d ask you what you’ve got, but I’m not, so I’m just going to assume you’ve got something, which means you should be worried.”
“So you came here because you wanted to watch me get dressed?”
“That’s very funny, it’s not what I meant.”
“You missed a button.”
“Should we drink before the meeting or after? Or both?”
“You seem more relaxed than I expected.”
“We must police ourselves.”
“We’re supposed to believe that people are all living one way and secretly thinking the exact opposite? That’s ridiculous.”
“Just give me the damn report.”
“I don’t want to hear about it anymore.”
“Good luck at the meeting. I’m sure it’ll be a quick one.”
“I know it’s my first day, and I don’t want to seem uncooperative, but do I have to?”
“I brought you some aspirin.”
“You are tough to take first thing in the morning, Pete.”
“Sorry about Mr. Campbell, here. He left his manners back at the fraternity house.”
“You are good with words, Draper.”
“Keep it up, and even if you do get my job, you’ll never run this place.”
“No one will like you.”
“Well, why don’t we make ourselves comfortable?”
“I’m not here to judge you.”
“I really am a very responsible person.”
“We obviously have very different ideas.”
“Gentlemen, I really thought you could do better than this.”
“Let’s not get emotional here, there’s no reason we can’t talk this out.”
“I’m kind of counting on you to help me out.”
“There’s plenty of room at the top.”
“A man like you, I’d follow into combat blindfolded, and I wouldn’t be the first.”
“What the hell are you talking about, are you insane?”
“At least we know that if we have this problem, everybody has this problem.”
“Before you leave, can I just say something?”
“Well, gentlemen, I don’t think I have to tell you what you just witnessed here.”
“Advertising is based on one thing: happiness. And you know what happiness is? Happiness is the smell of a new car. It’s freedom from fear. It’s a billboard on the side of the road that screams with reassurance that, whatever you’re doing, it’s okay. You are okay.”
“Haven’t you had enough of my magic for one day?”
“You’re a whore.”
“I heard you were amazing in the meeting.”
“Fear stimulates my imagination.”
“So, you’re going to ply me with drinks and convince me what a terrible mistake I’m making.”
“You got in trouble, didn’t you?”
“Can I ask you a personal question?”
“Are you asking what’s wrong with me?”
“She won’t get married because she’s never been in love.”
“For a lot of people, love isn’t just a slogan.”
“The reason you haven’t felt it is because it doesn’t exist.”
“You’re born alone and you die alone and this world just drops a bunch of rules on top of you to make you forget those facts, but I never forget.”
“I’m living like there’s no tomorrow because there isn’t one.”
“I guess we’ll be seeing each other again.”
“I’m getting married on Sunday.”
“I wanted to see you tonight. I had to see you.”
“I’ll be right back… don’t move.”
“I strive for a world where all children are loved.”
Fate/Apocrypha starters ep 18 & 19
Harry is very quiet.
It is raining outside, and the heavy patter of the drops on the window is welcome in the silence of the room, and he leans with his shoulder against the cool stone of the outer wall, watching the grassy banks outside. Professor Andrews’ office is as nice as any of the professors’ offices, but most important is the window that Harry can sit by. He had considered leaving the door ajar when he’d first entered, but that would have seemed strange: the window, at least, offers the illusion of an open room.
Harry didn’t have to return to Hogwarts. He had completed his O.W.L.s, and legally he might have applied for recognition as a legal adult, despite being only sixteen. He had fought Voldemort in the war, after all, and fought Death Eaters alike: even if the full story of his involvement isn’t known to the vast majority of the wizarding world, he had been involved enough.
How many lives has he taken in the past two years? Thirty seven. Thirty seven - and those are just the ones he outright killed, face-to-face, with a spell or a weapon. That doesn’t count the Death Eaters that died by each other’s hands because of Harry’s machinations, or the more indirect murders, or those that Sirius killed, that Remus killed.
It had been Minerva’s idea that Harry be given a mentor of sorts on the Hogwarts staff for his sixth year - a member of staff, he didn’t have too much contact with during the war, someone he could trust, someone who would be able to offer him guidance. Horace Slughorn has returned to Hogwarts, reprising his role as Potions Master, and Aurora Sinistra is Head of Slytherin House.
Severus Snape is dead, after all.
FIRST NAMES. That’s the first big problem - he knows most of the staff too well, now, for them to be entirely objective. Minerva, Filius, Albus, all, he knows in ways he wouldn’t were he a normal student, had the last year gone very differently. But a year long war - hadn’t they been lucky? Harry doesn’t feel lucky.
She’s talking. What had he asked her? He doesn’t remember.
He is aware, suddenly, of the wetness on his cheeks. He reaches up, touches the tears, stares blankly at the wetness clinging to his fingers as if looking at an entirely foreign object. His eyes don’t feel connected to his head: he doesn’t feel connected to himself.
"I strive for a world where all children are loved.”
Harry turns to look at her. Professor Andrews is taller than Harry is: he’s grateful that she’s sitting down, even if he would prefer a desk between them. He doesn’t like to be too close to anybody right now, and can barely stand the intimacy of sharing a bedroom with Draco down in the Slytherin dormitories, even with his curtains tightly closed. Where all children are loved... Yes, Harry wants that too. Isn’t that what all the war was about? Making sure children were safe? Loved? Alive?
“I see why Theodore thinks so highly of you. He loves children, but you’d know that, I guess.”
Harry tightens his fist slightly, feeling the slow drag of his finger pads across his palm and focusing on that sensation. Theodore talks highly of all the other Jewish people at Hogwarts, but Professor Andrews especially - always.
“He’s going to be a great rabbi.”
Why is he talking about Theodore Nott? He’s supposed to be talking about himself, isn’t he? He doesn’t want to talk: that’s the issue at the heart of it. He wants to crawl into the lake and lie on the bottom, stare up at the lake’s surface, where no one will look at him, talk to him, brush against him in the corridors.
And what can he tell this woman anyway? That he killed thirty seven people? That he would have killed more, if he had to? That the war has crashed and burned around him, and that he doesn’t know what to do now, without it?
That last bit sounds okay.
“I didn’t expect to live this long.”
No. Too blunt. Too harsh. Too shocking. Why can’t he just write this down? At least he can temper things, then, make them simpler.
“I mean-- That’s not what I meant. I meant I meant to die.”
That’s worse. For fuck’s sake, he’s coming across as suicidal, and he closes his eyes tightly, pressing his head against the cool stone.
“Not what I meant either. What-- What happened to Severus. To Severus Snape. Him dying, Voldemort dying. I didn’t know he was going to do that: I was going to do that.”
Harry clenches and unclenches his fists, gritting his teeth and staring furiously out of the window: why is he talking like this? He sounds like a mirror that’s losing its enchantment, nonsense tumbling out of his mouth in waves. And to a basic STRANGER.
“I’m sorry. This was a terrible idea. You don’t need to hear this.”
Children are not their fathers.
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