A common man in the TARDIS

ihaveanarmarda:

Imagine this as a loading screen…

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undercover-moffat:

whereisyourangel:

farbenfrei:

it makes it sad but beautiful that there are all names of his companions 

WHaT

I FUCKING KNW IT

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mavinbro:

This is one of the reasons I love Amy. She’s like “I’m shit at feelings. Please forgive me. I will punch you awkwardly in the arm until you stop looking sad.”

but look at grumpy little rory holding his sleeves aw

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timelord-pendragon-ofbakerstreet:

thewizardandoswin:

#what if the doctor is saying a whole bunch of different words in gallifreyan here #and they’re all just translating into physics because our puny human language doesn’t pick up on the subtleties #what if that’s what he really means when he says he hopes they’re getting all that down #secrets of time and space courtesy of the last of the time lords #what if

I’ve reblogged this before, but I’ll say it again:

Headcanon SO. FREAKING. ACCEPTED.

ACCEPTED.

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ihaveanarmarda:

notyouraveragepornblog:

blasianxbri:

mamamorgantayl0r:

This is beautiful. And on the topic of sleepovers and kids getting stuck in uncomfortable situations: My mom and I had a code, ever since my first sleepover. I would always call home to say goodnight, and if I asked “How is the cat doing?”, it meant that I wasn’t comfortable and I wanted her to pick me up. I did use this code a few times, and whenever I did, my mom came up with the excuses for me. I was never stuck at a sleepover I didn’t want to be at - and as a child with anxiety and social phobia, this was a great system.

Awww

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i-amthebadwolf:

toosmallortootall:

martinhiddlesbatch:

We are the girls who fell for the villain and the virgin. The alien and the hobbit. These are the men who are NOT heart throbs, they posses little of society’s “beauty”. Our first thoughts of them were not those of lust, but of awe. Their performances brought life to a character, something that was flat on a screen. They made us crave more with their words, their body language, their mastery of their art. We find them beautiful because of their talent, they way they transform from a person to a thing of legends. We grow to love the oddness of their bodies and faces, we ignore their age- for that age has led to mastery of their art.

If I could reblog this 100 times over I would <3

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