thoughtsofadirectioner:

death-by-styles:

Welp, bye guys it’s been fun.

If this happens, my entire fucking blog goes down the drain.

Hate you Yahoo!

is this legit? If so, I will cut a bitch.

the-fandoms-are-cool:

all-misty-eyed:


The TARDIS as seen on the first episode of Doctor Who, 1963.

New rule…first ever fucking TARDIS Always fucking reblog

ALWAYS reblog the moment of the Broken Chameleon Circuit

the-fandoms-are-cool:

all-misty-eyed:

The TARDIS as seen on the first episode of Doctor Who, 1963.

New rule…first ever fucking TARDIS Always fucking reblog

ALWAYS reblog the moment of the Broken Chameleon Circuit

When people interrupt me while I’m reading

laugh-addict:

They expect my reaction to be something like:

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When really, my reaction is something like:

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If River Song can concentrate on a dress size and this is her second regeneration, why can’t the Doctor concentrate on becoming a ginger?

10-roses:

sursonica:

inflammatorystatements:

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Woman Time Lords can control the way they will look when they regenerate, while male Time Lords cannot. This was established in Classic Who, when Romana regenerated.

Also, the Doctor wanting to be Ginger is not about the hair color. In Gallifrey, the only ones to have red hair were the people called Heroes which were beings who were time-sentient (meaning they could see all of the time at the same time). So I doubt they will ever make him ginger.

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physicist-waffle:

jensenlocked:

microwave-is-not-an-onomatopoeia:

sherlockedfandom:

a-detective-in-the-tardis:

sarcasticsharkz:

Forever Reblog

I love how Billie is even more into it than David

The bottom middle one though

Can we just appreciate the excellent hip movement of Freema 

excuse me i think you’re forgetting someone

yeah sue from catering


“If there’s a key, there must be a door!”

“If there’s a key, there must be a door!”

mycroftgetoffmysheet:

verity-burns:

“Where’s your bride?”
“Mary? Oh, she’s not my bride.”
“What?”
“No, she’s just a friend. A good friend, mind you, but no more than that.”
“What are you talking about? You’re marrying her in a little less than half an hour.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Have you hit your head?”
“Nope.”
“You’re serious?”
“I’m dead serious.”
“Then why on earth have we gone through this rigmarole?”
“Got you here, didn’t it? And wearing a TIE, no less.”
“Of course I’m wearing a tie - I thought you were getting married today!”
“Oh, I am.”
“What?”
“Or at least, I hope to be.”
“You are making no sense whatsoever.”
“I know how you feel about me.”
“No you don’t. How do you?”
“Suspected soon after you came back, actually. But I couldn’t be sure until I saw your face when I said I was leaving.”
“So this whole thing has been… what? Punishment?”
“Would you rather I’d punched you?”
“You did punch me!”
“Well, you deserved it.”
“And did I deserve this? To have to stand here and watch while you… Oh.”
“Oh?”
“You’re not marrying Mary?”
“I’m really not.”
“But you are getting married.”
“Well, that rather depends.”
“On?”
“On whether or not you’ll have me.”
“…”
“Sherlock?”
“But… One can’t just turn up in front of a vicar and get married, John. There are formalities…”
“It’s amazing what you can arrange when the British government owes you a favour.”
“But… Me?”
“Of course you.”
“But we’re not… I’ve never even…”
“If you want me. So do you, Sherlock? Do you want to marry me?”
.
.
“I do.”

mycroftgetoffmysheet:

verity-burns:

“Where’s your bride?”

“Mary? Oh, she’s not my bride.”

“What?”

“No, she’s just a friend. A good friend, mind you, but no more than that.”

“What are you talking about? You’re marrying her in a little less than half an hour.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Have you hit your head?”

“Nope.”

“You’re serious?”

“I’m dead serious.”

“Then why on earth have we gone through this rigmarole?”

“Got you here, didn’t it? And wearing a TIE, no less.”

“Of course I’m wearing a tie - I thought you were getting married today!”

“Oh, I am.”

“What?”

“Or at least, I hope to be.”

“You are making no sense whatsoever.”

“I know how you feel about me.”

“No you don’t. How do you?”

“Suspected soon after you came back, actually. But I couldn’t be sure until I saw your face when I said I was leaving.”

“So this whole thing has been… what? Punishment?”

“Would you rather I’d punched you?”

“You did punch me!”

“Well, you deserved it.”

“And did I deserve this? To have to stand here and watch while you… Oh.”

“Oh?”

“You’re not marrying Mary?”

“I’m really not.”

“But you are getting married.”

“Well, that rather depends.”

“On?”

“On whether or not you’ll have me.”

“…”

“Sherlock?”

“But… One can’t just turn up in front of a vicar and get married, John. There are formalities…”

“It’s amazing what you can arrange when the British government owes you a favour.”

“But… Me?

“Of course you.”

“But we’re not… I’ve never even…”

“If you want me. So do you, Sherlock? Do you want to marry me?”

.

.

“I do.”