NEW ACCOUNTT!!!! :D :D :D
Don’t ask, it’s a looooong story, but I have a new blog rather than this one, and it’s a tad more personal even though still heavily orientated towards DW.
Enjoy you guyss
DOCTOR WHO IS IN 6 HOURS AND 9 MINUTES
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After the Battle of Hogwarts, Luna took refuge in the muggle world. She now goes by the alias “Lady Gaga”
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WEEPING ANGEL,
YOU ARE DRUNK.I KNOW THAT PEOPLE NOT BLINKING GETS YOU DOWN IN THE DUMPS, BUT SERIOUSLY, PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER.
GET YOURSELF TOGETHER, WEEPING ANGEL, THIS IS NO WAY TO BEHAVE.
YOU ARE A DISGRACE, WEEPING ANGEL.
YOU BRING SHAME ON YOUR FAMILY.
DON’T LISTEN TO THEM WEEPING ANGEL, YOU BE WHO YOU WANT TO BE. YOU GET DRUNK AND PARTY IF YOU WANT TO.
WEEPING ANGEL, DON’T EVEN LISTEN TO THESE HATERS, THEY’RE JUST UPSET BECAUSE A) THEY CAN’T GO LONG WITHOUT BLINKING AND B) THEY’VE GOT YOU IN THEIR EYES NOW FROM LOOKING AT THIS PICTURE FOR SO LONG. SO YOU JUST CARRY ON WITH YOUR DRUNKEN CAROUSING AND DON’T LISTEN TO A WORD THEY SAY BECAUSE YOU’RE AMAZING, WEEPING ANGEL, JUST THE WAY YOU ARE.
WEEPING ANGEL!!! HOW DARE YOU LAY DRUNK IN A GRAVEYARD?!? I AM ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTED!!! YOUR FATHER’S NOW FACING AN INQUIRY AT WORK, AND IT’S ENTIRELY YOUR FAULT!!! IF YOU PUT ANOTHER TOE OUT OF LINE, WE’LL BRING YOU STRAIGHT HOME!!!
WEEPING ANGEL DON’T YOU DARE LISTEN TO THEM I DON’T CARE IF YOU’RE DRUNK YOU’RE STILL BEAUTIFUL AND THE HATERS ARE JUST MAD THAT YOU CAN SEND THEM BACK IN TIME SO THEY CHOOSE TO HATE BUT I STILL LOVE YOU!
ANGEL, BE WHO YOU WANT TO BE, YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL. ANGEL, YOU WERE BORN THIS WAY.
CAN YOU ALL JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LEAVE THE ANGEL ALONE ALREADY? HAVE A LITTLE RESPECT!
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T.T
My eternal creys
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SWEET MOTHER OF CHRIST WHY CAN’T I STOP LAUGHING
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Burning Up A Sun Just To Say Goodbye: puppykittiesandthepips: 50 things I’m not allowed to do as a...
- I will not ask River Song if she’s related to River Dance.
- I will not make the TARDIS look like an outhouse.
- Nor will I tell people it’s a port-a-potty.
- I am not to change every word in, on, and around the TARDIS to “Bad Wolf”.
- I am not allowed to sing “Mr. Roboto” to a Cyberman
- Nor is it acceptable to sing to a Dalek.
- “I’ve heard every joke about River’s name” is not a challenge.
- I will not say “What’s up, pussycat?” to the Cat People of New Earth.
- I am not to call the Vinvocci cacti.
- Nor will I call them artichokes.
- Asking “who turned out the lights?” while playing with the light switch is not funny.
- I will not go around singing “Doctor Doctor”.
- Singing “Forget You” to a Silent is inappropriate.
- So is “Unforgettable”.
- I will not imply that the sonic screwdriver is a sex toy.
- Nor will I attempt to use it as one.
- I will not sneak any statues of angels on board the TARDIS and hide them in unexpected places.
- Especially next to beds or behind shower curtains.
- I am not allowed to go back in time and become my own grandparent.
- I’m not allowed to keep adipose as pets.
- I will not challenge the Cybermen to a dance-off.
- I will not try to hire a Dalek to help with a termite problem.
- I will not confuse The Adherents of the Repeated Meme and 4chan.
- I am not to use psychic paper to perform card tricks for money.
- I will not get the other companions to start tapping in beats of four.
- I am not to call the Sontarans “tater tots”.
- I will not try to attack the Racnoss with a can of bug spray.
- I will not ask to be moisturized whenever I do something epic.
- I will not try to get high on psychic pollen.
- I will not keep a silver fob watch in my room and purposefully ignore its existence.
- I will not challenge people to spell Raxacoricofallapatorius on a bet.
- I will not try to sell a life insurance policy on the Doctor.
- Nor will I try to sell one on Jack.
- I will not sell any of the Lazarus technology to cosmetics companies.
- In fact, I will not sell any future technology to cosmetics companies.
- I will resist the urge to go back in time and prevent Twilight from being written.
- I won’t burst out singing “Fly Me To The Moon” whenever I am headed for the moon of a planet.
- I will not try to convince a Cyberman to try out for a production of The Wizard of Oz.
- Catnip is not an appropriate peace offering when visiting New Earth.
- Neither is a scratching post.
- I will not offer a Slitheen beano.
- Nor will I offer them breathmints.
- Calling the Vespiform “the bees knees” should be avoided.
- If a person appears to be possessed, I will refrain from trying to get them to say “666”.
- “Let’s Do the Time War Again” is a line that must always be avoided.
- I will not refer to Autons as “Barbie” or “Ken”.
- I will not sing “Fake Plastic Trees” to any Autons.
- I will not use Toclafane as Christmas ornaments.
- I will not change the TARDIS interior’s theme to leopard skin.
- I will never, ever wear shoes that are bad for running in.
This should be the actual contract.
(Source: do-fish-have-fingers, via exterminate-regeneratekate)
#i respect your argument but i can move shit with my mind so shut the fuck up
How about some teen!Matilda?
On the first Saturday afternoon in the springtime of her sixteenth year, Matilda was surprised by a rose bush.
Rose bushes are not, as a rule, terribly surprising.
Rose bushes are also not in the habit of uprooting and depositing themselves in thorny, fragrant heaps directly in the middle of peoples’ cottage paths.
Matilda poked at the errant shrubbery with the toe of one boot. Had Miss Honey perhaps called for a gardener? But why remove a single rose bush, and in such a… well, haphazard manner? And that wasn’t all - the spot where the bush had once resided was now a roughly square patch of crushed vegetation. Nearly all the surrounding flora had suffered varying amounts of damage, though none as severe as that which had befallen the poor bereaved clump of leaves now obstructing the path before her.
There was something else. A prickling on the edges of her consciousness. The more she tried to examine it, though, the more it seemed to elude her, as though her mind was somehow being compelled to look away.
Matilda narrowed her eyes. Maths was her best subject, and something wasn’t adding up.
Square. A square patch. That couldn’t be right. And just on the edges of her hearing, a strange noise, like something croaking and wheezing all at once…
People had attempted to block her powers before, and she’d always managed to get around their psychic defenses, though not without considerable effort. At any rate, there was a trick she could try.
The rose bush’s fall had strewn leaves all over the ground. Matilda concentrated on them, focusing all her not-inconsiderable brainpower into making them dance… and then, just as the small flurry at her feet began to turn into a veritable tornado of leaves, slid her attention sideways, into the space where the rose bush should have been.
There was a great wobbling sound, as though the air were made of jelly and someone had shaken the bowl containing it - vorp vorp vorp! It lasted for a single elongated moment, during which Matilda’s entire body thrummed with some kind of alien energy, and then…
A bright blue police box shimmered into being before her. It fit neatly into the square space of crushed shrubbery. Matilda gaped at it.
The door in the front opened, and man with a face that looked like it ought to be made of rubber poked his head out. Perched atop it was what appeared to be a fez.
He caught sight of Matilda and exclaimed, “How did you do that?”
He leapt out and bounded over, looking rather like a perplexed and very excited giraffe. Everything about him was faintly ridiculous, from his tweed jacket and suspenders to the perky little bow tie, which was the exact same shade of clown-nose red as his fez. Why was he wearing a fez?!
The strange man leaned right up close and peered closely at her face, talking rapidly all the while. “It was you, it was, I’m sure of it, what I’m not sure of is…how? Extra-strength perception filter, very high-class technology, of course, only the best for my TARDIS. And it’s new, you know, I’ve only just had it put in, so how, how did you disable it?”
Matilda realized that she was still gaping and quickly closed her mouth. She shrugged. “With my mind.”
“With… your mind.” The man turned his head slightly to the side and continued to stare intently at her for a moment. Then, abruptly, he stuck his hand out and announced, “Hello. I’m the Doctor. What’s your name?”
“Er… Matilda Honey,” she replied, shaking his hand.
The Doctor’s face broke into a huge grin. “Matilda Honey!” he exclaimed. “Oh, but that is a magnificent name! Tell me, Matilda,” and he poked at her forehead with a single long finger, “what else can you do with your mind?”
Matilda smiled back. “Lots of things.” And behind the Doctor, the door to the blue police box (the TARDIS, he’d called it?) swung smoothly open.
The Doctor swiveled round with a start, his arms flailing out at loose right angles. He pointed at the door, then back at Matilda. “Was that… that was you, wasn’t it?” He seemed to be positively bursting with delight. “Well. That really is marvelous.”
“I suppose,” said Matilda quietly, still smiling. It was always great fun seeing people react to her powers for the first time. But while the others had all been a bit terrified, this man - the Doctor with no name - just seemed charmed and delighted, as though she’d performed a particularly good magic trick. Which, come to think of it, she more or less had.
The Doctor leaned in close again, eyes dancing this time. “Matilda Honey,” he said, musingly. “Would you like to see something wonderful?”
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