I couldn’t resist. This is what happens when the Art School has term break ridiculously early and leaves me with nothing to focus on.
This is fucking amazing.
And I know what I’m doing for Eeyore’s Birthday Party next year.
The 90s was a magical time.
Holy fuck Leonard looks fucking fabulous
Anonymous asked: During Jamie and Zoe's time in the Tardis, they both came to terms with their sexual attractions: Jamie finally feels comfortable liking the occasional boy, and Zoe's flings with women made perfect sense to her. What pained the Doctor the most is when the Time Lords wiped their memories, their self realizations went away too, leaving the pair to feel just as confused and uncomfortable as they were before.
THIS IS BOTH WONDERFUL AND NOT OKAY
Brb gonna go cry
The Doctor leaned against the tree, as he watched Clara and her father, their backs to him, standing over Ellie Oswald’s grave. She wasn’t possible. She couldn’t be possible. But what he could understand was how devastating the loss of her mother was to her.
He sighed and was about to turn away to leave, when he saw another face. One he recognized.
“What are you doing here?” asked the Eleventh.
“Same thing you are.” replied the Tenth.
The older man was about to go on but decided instead to simply nod. Now was not the time for questions, such as that. He looked back to the grave but Clara and her father had gone.
His face stern once more, he turned away and looked back to see another man but this time he didn’t recognize him. An older him, maybe?
The man opened his mouth to say something and the Eleventh listened with intent ears, his mind dancing at the opportunities to learn whatever he could about his future self.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing perving on a fucking gravestone, you fucking creeps? There’s fucking weird and then there’s you two basket case cunts!”
“If I ever catch you near her mother’s grave again, especially you, you suit-and-trainers prick, I’m going to shove your hair-care products so far up your arse that you will have to crap out of your fucking ears until you regenerate, is that clear?”
“Did you not hear me? Fuckity bye!”
This is kind of cracky but I fucking love it omg
*Secretly hopes 12’s costume consists of Christmas jumpers all year round*
Peter Capaldi’s first series will air as one complete run in late 2014.
Take with a grain of salt because I don’t really see a source in this article but
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE BE TRUE PLEASE
I’m from south Texas and I can tell you this is completely true. The store I used to work at completely closed one day when it started snowing.
Another South Texan here.
Once a year San Antonio will recieve about a quarter inch, if that of ice.
The entire city shuts the fuck down.
Schools? Closed? Govt? Closed. Half the people in town end up not going to work.
This is (largely) also due to the fact that none of us have a single fucking clue of how to drive on ice.
(mainly consists of omg halp halp halp spin spin fender benders)
And of course all the news stations will be blaring updates on ‘WINTER STORM 2013!!!!!’ and generally be freaking the fuck out with everyone else.
tl;dr omg this is so true you all don’t even know.
girlwith1oneeye asked: Tonker/Lofty? (bc DISCWORLD LESBIANS)
who cooks normally?:
Lofty, usually, although Tonker always hangs around to keep an eye on the fire, just in case.
how often do they fight?:
They don’t. Ever. They’ve got the same thing Sybil and Sam have, in that Lofty will follow Tonker’s decisions generally, unless she really puts her foot down, and then Tonker follows her without question or protest.
what do they do when they’re away from each other?:
Obsessively try to get back to each other.
nicknames for each other?:
Tonker and Lofty, obviously. They’re very happy with those and hardly ever use their previous names.
who is more likely to pay for dinner?:
Neither. They’re likely to steal their dinner.
who steals the covers at night?:
Neither: if they didn’t share they died of cold, so they’re used to tangling together under as much blanket as they can scrape together.
what would they get each other for gifts?:
Back when they were in the workhouse, Tonker would occasionally save some of her meager food and pass it on to Lofty.
Nowadays, Lofty likes finding (ahem -stealing-ahem) interesting weapons for Tonker, while Tonker often finds those boxes of tiny chocolates wrapped in shiny paper for Lofty.
who remembers things?:
Lofty, who has a memory like a steel trap behind her mostly-meek exterior.
who cusses more?:
Tonker curses like a sailor. Lofty never curses.
what would they do if the other one was hurt?:
Go librarian-poo, completely postal, disc-shattering furiously angry.
who kissed who first?:
Tonker, when they were in the workhouse shortly after Lofty gave birth and it seemed like she was going to die. Tonker was terrified but didn’t know how to say it, so she very gently kissed Lofty on the lips.
who made the first move?:
Tonker, when she put two and two together about Lofty and the convenient fires, and she approached her with fire in her eyes and asked how do you do it.
who started the relationship?:
Lofty. (You know how some girls have a lad? I don’t care about lads. I care about you. Will you…?)
much perfect very love super happy