fic where there’s realistic development, realizations and progressions of relationships
Last updated: April 5th 1897
how many times can someone leave your door open before you’re allowed to kill them
it makes me uncomfortable that they dont shoot movie scenes in order
And this right here is where Martha Jones shows that she IS The Doctor.
RIGHT HERE.
And he goes ‘that’s never an option’ when he knows damn well that it IS when shit hit the fan for Gallifrey. Because HE was the one who had to stop it all. And that kind of weight weighs heavily on his heart because there’s no going back.
SHE IS HIM.
And THAT is why he pushed her away.
Because he saw himself in her and he couldn’t take seeing himself become what he was all over again.
do you ever wonder what you would look like at your full potential like perfect hair and clear skin and a perfect body like damn

It’s time to take your medicine Amy
#reality
NONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONOFUCKYOU
i think my sense of humour is best described as “oh my god why did i say that im so sorry”

The Doctor found your blog!
Hello- yes- sorry! Didn’t mean to surprise you, just a bit of a non-routine routine… checkarooni. Oh… no, not checkarooni. What in the blazes is a checkarooni? Really, Doctor.
But no! Truly, there’s nothing to worry about. Just a bit of a —follow-up, yes, a follow-up, after that whole situation with the Wi-Fi. If you’re wondering, you are A-OK. I think, just one more quick—…… ah, yes. No residual, soul-sucking hotspots here. Relax, and- and… keep on scrolling.
Oh, and if you happen to see a fish on your monitors… don’t be alarmed. He’s microchip-encapsulated, called Barnaby. I had him on the TARDIS monitors and then he just went swimming off into the Wi-Fi. If you see him, just, you know, shoo him in the general direction of my when-and-where.
(Okay, so less of a follow-up-with-the-Wi-Fi, more of a I’ve-lost-my-bio-fibre-optic-fish… but I digress!)
*cracks an egg on my head* *a lemon falls out* What a time to be alive
what the fuck does this post even mean
ladies. be careful when u wear spaghetti straps. it might distract the boys. they’ll start thinking of spaghetti. they will get hungry. they will stop at nothing to get their spaghetti.
earlier this year 2 boys got expelled from my school for going on a teachers email and sending another teacher an email that says “you’re a disgusting little man” and i laugh about it all the time because imagine opening an email from your coworker and thinking it’s important and then it says that