[ wheezes ] no but me and shannon might be living together next year


you’d have to listen to beyonce 24/7 are you ready for this jelly

9 months ago / 1 notes

Happy new yeaaaaaaaar!

I’ve been insanely busy- and have so much stuff to do this week- so I’ll basically be signing on to lurk for the next ages

Enjoy 2014 bros~

“THE DOCTOR: Right then, eyesight. Not bad, bit blue. Ears – not pointy, right way up, more or less level. Face – well I’ve got one. Oh, no – French!
CLARA: French.
THE DOCTOR: I’ve deleted French! Plus all cookery skills, and the breast stroke. And hopping. Never mind hopping, who needs to hop. Ohh, the kidneys are interesting. Never had that before – interesting kidneys.
CLARA: Are you all right?
THE DOCTOR: I don’t know, do I look all right?
CLARA: I don’t know.
THE DOCTOR: How’s the face? Seems all right from the inside. Nice action, responsive. Bit less heft on the chin. How is it?
CLARA: It’s… okay.
CLARA: It’s a bit… you know.
THE DOCTOR: No I don’t, I haven’t seen it yet.
CLARA: Maybe it’s just new.
THE DOCTOR: Have you changed height?
THE DOCTOR: You sure?
CLARA: It’s you, your height, you’re the one who’s changed.
THE DOCTOR: And look at your nose.
CLARA: What about my nose?
THE DOCTOR: It was really cute, I loved your nose, you should’ve kept it.
CLARA: I did, it’s the same nose, it’s the same all of me. You’re the one who’s… regenerated, whatever you call it.
THE DOCTOR: Are you wearing a smell?
CLARA: Do you mean perfume?
THE DOCTOR: Yes, I suppose it could be perfume.
CLARA: You’ve always liked that perfume, you said so.
THE DOCTOR: No I didn’t, that was the Doctor.
CLARA: You’re the Doctor.
THE DOCTOR: Yes, I suppose I am. That’s going to take a bit of getting used to.
CLARA: Yeah, it really is.”

- 12th Doctor & Clara (Peter Capaldi’s audition script)


meanwhile jesse is flying around in the tardis shouting “YEAH TIME TRAVEL BITCH!”

9 months ago / 1988 notes / oidonna / oidonna

Live. Wake up. Wake up. And let the cloak of life cling to your bones.


"2,000 years and still not ginger," he confessed.


"Who knowsmaybe we’ll be thirteenth time lucky?”




             ❝ ——.. What do you think you’re doing, exactly? ❞


             ❝Just checking the wall for…——quality?


                ‘No no. I think my way of saying it was more fitting to the circumstances. Especially seen as it’s Pluto, of all the places. The coldest planet we could have landed on.’


                          ‘And those goddamn ponchos will do nothing. At all. Hardly did anything last time round.’ 

       ’But think of all the things we might discover!—You could be the first ginger on Pluto!’

                     [ Not that he’s jealous. At all.]

                             The locals might put you on their currency!’

                         ’Oi, don’t diss the ponchos! They might not do much, but they look—cool.’


thexlonelyxmonster, legsyes, & justalonelymonster have found the impossible woman


    "D—Doctor?” The hope in her eyes is of another lifetime, but it’s still there, all of the emotional training she’d received on how to act and broadcast emotions rushing back like a blanket. There’s hope and there’s the love that was always in her eyes before, and her head ducks down for a moment, blinking those sad brown eyes at him. “I—I’m sorry, you probably don’t even recognize me. It’s me—Clara.”

There’s the faintest flicker of recognition in the Time Lord’s pale hues, causing an instantaneous dilemma as whether to approach or retreat from his companion to arise. Ultimately remaining in place, he attempted an expression of unwavering neutrality, only to be betrayed by the slightly parted in shock lips, his eyes a fraction too wide and tainted with guilt.


                                            ————What are you…doing here?”

9 months ago / 1 notes

this is important

fucking hell it looks possessed