#Ugh this moment guys #because he can see her #and it is him reacting to her #not her grave #and do you think he had to walk through her to get to it #because River wouldn’t move #and he couldn’t go around her #so does he pass through her? #and does she close her eyes and try to pretend its almost like holding him again? (via andicanalwaysseeyou)
How many tears did The Doctor cry?
Was it enough to fill two Ponds?
I know one person who wouldnt like the season finale
I bet Ten would’ve been a bit conflicted as well… Well maybe not as much.
I AM SO SICK AND TIRED OF SEEING POSTS THAT DONT EQUATE GOOD GRADES TO INTELLIGENCE LIKE BITCH DO YOU KNOW HOW FUCKING HARD IT IS TO GRASP A CONCEPT IN A CLASS LIKE CALC OR PHYSICS AND GENUINELY UNDERSTAND IT AND THEN BE ABLE TO APPLY IT TO DIFFERENT SCENARIOS ON DIFFERENT ASSESSMENTS LIKE THAT ISNT FUCKING REGURGITATION ITS INTELLIGENCE AND ITS A DAMN GOOD FEELING GETTING A GOOD GRADE ON SOMETHING WHEN YOU ARE GENUINELY SMART SO FUCKING STOP IT
if i was in a fictional universe i wouldn’t be the main character i’d probably be that friend of the main character who lacks supernatural powers or special abilities but makes up for it with sarcasm and really lame one-liners
look at dat acting
JESUS CHRIST I’M REBLOGGING THIS TWICE BECAUSE LOOK AT THE FUCKING MUSCLE SPASM IN THE 4TH GIF LOOK AT THAT JUST HOLY SHIT HOW CAN WHOVIANS NOT LOVE THIS MAN AND THIS MAN’S ACTING AND JUST
let’s talk about things that aren’t okay
I DONT UNDERSTAND WHY PEOPLE SKIP HIM LIKE LOOK AT THIS SHIT. LOOK AT IT.
i guess you could say the angels got cas’d out of heaven
Let me explain you a thing.
When I say I adore Misha Collins, I don’t mean because he’s attractive or funny (though that comes into it), I mean because he is a genuinely nice person.
I was at Asylum 10 this weekend, and for Misha’s autographs he wasn’t allowed to personalise things because of time constraints which is fair enough. However, when I was getting mine, I managed to blurt out (I mean it I was shaking really hard) how important it was to meet him, as Asylum 10 was a goal for me not to kill myself.
The second I said that he stopped writing and looked up at me, and his response was:
“You need better goals.” I almost laughed but I was really trying not to cry, so I responded with:
“No. I don’t.” At this point, he reached across the table and grabbed my hand, pen still off the paper. He looked up at me, shaking and almost crying and smiled and said the simplest thing. At this point he let my hand go.
“See you next year?” I nodded, I was shaking really hard and I picked up the picture and went to leave, but he grabbed my hand again and pulled me back a little. He asked for my name and then wrote what it says on the top left hand corner. He squeezed my hand and smiled and then let me go.
I think the writers were trying to tell us something.