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excusemewhileilightupthesky:

221badwolfstreet:

hippofoliage:

dittanyandthedoctor:

the-fandoms-are-cool:

elphabaforpresidentofgallifrey:

221badwolfstreet:

hiddlestonhug:

tardis-mind-palace:


Adorable 10th Doctor and Weeping Angel from DragonCon via reddit 

OH god I ship this so hard but the relationship would suck because she could only speak and move when he wasn’t looking… But he would trust her enough to turn his back OH GOD THE FEELS SOMEONE FIC THIS

This is adorable.

When he walked into the room, it was too quiet and too dark. Quickly, he pulled out his sonic screw driver and started to turn in a circle in order to scan for any life in the room. As he was spinning, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. 
Something still.
Something with wings.
Something hiding its face.
The Doctor knew he only had milliseconds before the Weeping Angel would reach him and feed off of his time energy. Wielding his sonic screwdriver, The Doctor spun to face the angel. however, what he saw when he faced the angel almost caused him to blink…almost.
Instead of clawed hands and a snarling face, The Weeping Angel was reaching out towards The Doctor with a longing expression on her stony face. Even though her face was illuminated by the blue light from the sonic screw driver The Doctor recognized her features any where. Leaning in too examine her pained face The Doctor only managed to whisper, “Rose?”
Even though she couldn’t answer with him looking at her, The Doctor knew it was his Rose. She had the same curved lips, the same round face, the same nose that he always touched when she sassed him. “Rose Tyler, what happened to you?”
The Doctor knew that if he wanted an answer, he’d have to close his eyes.
“I’m trusting you, Rose. Please. please still be my Rose.”
Slowly, The Doctor closed his eyes and as soon as he was left in the darkness he felt his chest tighten and a cold hand placed itself on his cheek.
“Doctor,” she spoke as soft as the petal of the flower she was named for, “My Doctor, oh how I’ve missed you so.”

NOOOOOO

THAT’S NOT WHAT WE WANTED
THAT’S NOT WHAT WE WANTED AT ALL

go sit in the corner and think about what you’ve done.

No, let’s rock this AU 


OH MY GOD TOU MADE THAT OFF OF SOMETHING THAT I WROTE
MY FIC
HOLY FUCK

MY HEART

excusemewhileilightupthesky:

221badwolfstreet:

hippofoliage:

dittanyandthedoctor:

the-fandoms-are-cool:

elphabaforpresidentofgallifrey:

221badwolfstreet:

hiddlestonhug:

tardis-mind-palace:

OH god I ship this so hard but the relationship would suck because she could only speak and move when he wasn’t looking… But he would trust her enough to turn his back OH GOD THE FEELS SOMEONE FIC THIS

This is adorable.

When he walked into the room, it was too quiet and too dark. Quickly, he pulled out his sonic screw driver and started to turn in a circle in order to scan for any life in the room. As he was spinning, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. 

Something still.

Something with wings.

Something hiding its face.

The Doctor knew he only had milliseconds before the Weeping Angel would reach him and feed off of his time energy. Wielding his sonic screwdriver, The Doctor spun to face the angel. however, what he saw when he faced the angel almost caused him to blink…almost.

Instead of clawed hands and a snarling face, The Weeping Angel was reaching out towards The Doctor with a longing expression on her stony face. Even though her face was illuminated by the blue light from the sonic screw driver The Doctor recognized her features any where. Leaning in too examine her pained face The Doctor only managed to whisper, “Rose?”

Even though she couldn’t answer with him looking at her, The Doctor knew it was his Rose. She had the same curved lips, the same round face, the same nose that he always touched when she sassed him. “Rose Tyler, what happened to you?”

The Doctor knew that if he wanted an answer, he’d have to close his eyes.

“I’m trusting you, Rose. Please. please still be my Rose.”

Slowly, The Doctor closed his eyes and as soon as he was left in the darkness he felt his chest tighten and a cold hand placed itself on his cheek.

“Doctor,” she spoke as soft as the petal of the flower she was named for, “My Doctor, oh how I’ve missed you so.”

NOOOOOO

THAT’S NOT WHAT WE WANTED

THAT’S NOT WHAT WE WANTED AT ALL

go sit in the corner and think about what you’ve done.

No, let’s rock this AU 

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OH MY GOD TOU MADE THAT OFF OF SOMETHING THAT I WROTE

MY FIC

HOLY FUCK

MY HEART

jadebleufox:

too cute

so I gave my nephew a set of avengers cookie cutters and last night they made some sugar cookies with them

sicilian-macaroon:

rangerkimmy:

most of them came out REALLY GOOD like

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spiderman

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hulk

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and iron man

but then there’s…

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captain amerihurr

I can’t BREATHE

that-assbutt:

paint-covered-fallen-angel:

wretched-fallen-angel:

megstielshipper:

gabe-the-fallen-angel:

earthbound-fallen-angel:

flushed-fallen-angel:

eremiel-fallen-angel:

avenuequed:

dont-turn-out-the-light:

Do you?

WHAT THE HOLY HOT FUCK MAN

FUCK YOU ALL NOW IM NOT GOING TO SLEEP TONIGHT

What?! I’m pretty sure i never dropped a human! °^° or..did i? hmm..

I don’t think I have ever dropped somebody … but if I have, terribly sorry.

I do this just to fuck with people.

GABRIEL

Gabriel, no.

Gabriel, yes.

Gabriel, no!

that-assbutt:

paint-covered-fallen-angel:

wretched-fallen-angel:

megstielshipper:

gabe-the-fallen-angel:

earthbound-fallen-angel:

flushed-fallen-angel:

eremiel-fallen-angel:

avenuequed:

dont-turn-out-the-light:

Do you?

WHAT THE HOLY HOT FUCK MAN

FUCK YOU ALL NOW IM NOT GOING TO SLEEP TONIGHT

What?! I’m pretty sure i never dropped a human! °^° or..did i? hmm..

I don’t think I have ever dropped somebody … but if I have, terribly sorry.

I do this just to fuck with people.

GABRIEL

Gabriel, no.

Gabriel, yes.

Gabriel, no!

jackthevulture:

His little forehead spikes fold down thats so cute.

jackthevulture:

His little forehead spikes fold down thats so cute.

i’m just an ordinary human

googlestofuckingmuch:

Family Doesn’t End In Blood

musicfoundme:

IF YOU WANNA BE MY LOVER

YOU GOTTA tell me really explicitely because I can’t tell when people are actually flirting with me

ophi1ia:

I wish I went to detention for 9 hours and came out with 3 new best friends and a boyfriend why am I not in an 80’s movie

Biology’s cruel joke goes something like this: As a teenage body goes through puberty, its circadian rhythm essentially shifts three hours backward. Suddenly, going to bed at nine or ten o’clock at night isn’t just a drag, but close to a biological impossibility. Studies of teenagers around the globe have found that adolescent brains do not start releasing melatonin until around eleven o’clock at night and keep pumping out the hormone well past sunrise. Adults, meanwhile, have little-to-no melatonin in their bodies when they wake up. With all that melatonin surging through their bloodstream, teenagers who are forced to be awake before eight in the morning are often barely alert and want nothing more than to give in to their body’s demands and fall back asleep. Because of the shift in their circadian rhythm, asking a teenager to perform well in a classroom during the early morning is like asking him or her to fly across the country and instantly adjust to the new time zone — and then do the same thing every night, for four years.

Sleep and the teenage brain (via explore-blog)

This is why you have every right to be tired.  

(via lookrainbows)

And, in defiance of every medical study on the subject that’s been run, they keep pushing the start time of high school earlier and earlier.

#child abuse #systematic child abuse

(via transquesting)

I used to sleep through my first period class every morning. I’m really lucky that the year I had the most trouble staying awake, I was taking creative writing with a teacher I’d made friends with: she knew it was no reflection on her and I did extra projects to make up for it.

Still, shit ain’t right.

(via huggablekaiju)

The thing I hated most was when my school acted like it was necessary to start super early to preserve fucking after school sports practice.

(via robinade)

I’m a tri-sport athlete. I play soccer in the fall, basketball in the winter and softball in the spring. If it meant school would start a few hours later, they could have my practices in the morning before school. Seriously, I need my brain functioning more for the AP class I’m taking first period than I do for the cardio workout at practice!

sean-codyvevo:

Just because I’m gay…

FINALLY SOMEONE DISMISSES THESE AWFUL GAY STEREOTYPES

of-heroes-and-crayons:

"what's up with the scarf anyway? it's 65 degrees out."

Having nightmares about monsters that can’t be killed. But I don’t believe in that. I always find a way.

juliatotallyshipsbraker