theboywhorunswithwolves:

saying “i run a blog” makes it sound so legit

like you’re in charge of a really important project or something

“oh yeah, i run a blog centering around the analysis of symbolism in popular television and how those symbols reflect the modern cultural mindset; specifically, the controversy surrounding physical/emotional homoeroticism and its reception with the masses”

kidding, i mostly just cry and talk about butts

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linear-relationships:

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I just can’t. I give up. This is so freaking beautiful. I had no idea I wanted it but now I can’t live without it. My emotions are everywhere and my brain is crying. This. Just this.

This.

magicaldeductions:

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flapperorslapper:

Uh, sooo I just had a pretty trippy dream.

• I was back in 6th grade math, exploring my graphing calculator
• when suddenly two men saunter on in to the classroom:
• Christopher Eccleston, wearing Nine’s jacket and a pair of American flag boxers and
• Matt Smith, rocking a fluffy lime green bath robe and a blue fez.
• Chris demanded that my teacher get up, so that they could sit on top of her desk.
• Oh and he spoke with a slight Jamaican accent.
• Matt told us to start asking them both questions about Doctor Who.
• Oh and he spoke with a slight Australian accent.
• My classmates and I asked ‘em questions about the show for a while -
• which despite this being the year 2000 -
• we all totally knew and loved.
• The only question I remember now was:
• “Who is your favorite companion?”
• Both said Wilfred Mott.
• Finally, they announced that the Q & A was over.
• They had some unfortunate news:
• David Tennant died.
• He apparently fell off the top of a ferris wheel.
• Chris and Matt were traveling around to every classroom on the planet to personally deliver the news.
• They handed us each a stuffed animal (mine was a purple raccoon),
• gave my teacher a hug,
• and left.

So basically, I learned that David Tennant should avoid carnival rides. Even seeing a patriotic-boxers-wearing/Jamaican-accented Christopher Eccleston and a bathrobed, Australiany Matt Smith isn’t worth the pain.