It wasn't even in the same conversation though. I also touched Josh Ramsay's hand!
It was so soft holy shit
In the moments before she dies, a woman whose hair used to be bright ginger is visited by a man in a bowtie. She does not know who he is and thinks about giving him a piece of her mind till he moves forward and presses his fingertips to her temple. Memories flood her mind. People and planets and places she had saved alongside a long streak of nothing rush back to her. She remembers being the most important woman in creation. Then with a smile on her face Donna Noble closes her eyes and sleeps forevermore. The Doctor simply looks on with tears in his eyes as his best friend leaves this world with the only gift he could give her.
wHy
hello yes, 911 send me an aMBULANCE
I’m literally in tears right now. This would be so perfect and heartbreaking.
My heart….
(Source: onginalmaz)
I just
so we’ve all established that dan has had some alcohol at dinner
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PLEASE
THERE ARE NOT ENOUGH SWEAR WORDS IN THE WORLD FOR THIS SITUATION. NOT ENOUGH. NOT EVEN IF I MADE THEM UP. NOWHERE NEAR ENOUGH.
(via mycroftgetoffmysheet)
If you’ve been following me since I first joined tumblr and watched my descent into too many fandoms to count but you’re still here reading this, you’re a trooper.
Have this cupcake.
(via amazingdanisnotsocoollike)
When people turn to fictional characters, it’s often because they want an escape. The stories of these people shelter us from the storm of our daily lives; they save us, if only for a little while. But when we really give in, become invested, let ourselves be vulnerable, something changes. We begin to feel that we know them. It’s no longer just an escape, but part of us, something that makes us who we are.
These characters teach us that incredible adversity can be overcome. That people can love each other forever. That life can be an adventure. That magic can be real. And even if these miracles have never happened to us, we begin to go through life believing that, someday, they could.
“And I promise you that you’re important. Don’t look at me like that- in all my 900 years I’ve never met someone who wasn’t important.”
“Cheer up mate, it gets better. Look at me, I was once a little kid living under the stairs. You’ll do fine.”
“Hey. I know it seems like life sucks, that you’ve got the devil on your tail. Hell, sometimes you do. But you’re strong enough to beat him. You’ve got friends at your back and family too, and that’s what really counts in the end.”
“Don’t be silly, they’re wrong about you; of course you matter. You’ve always mattered.”
(Source: romangodfrey, via ironpatriotisstupid)
NO YOU TOOK AN INNOCENT POST AND YOU MADE IT HURT
Okay okay, let me see if I can make it hurt less.
It’s been a few years since Sam and Dean decided to get out. Admittedly Dean still goes on the occasional hunt. But Sam has quit. He married a pretty girl and has a brand new baby boy, on top of his four year old. He has Dean living to the right of him, and Cas with his wife to the left. He has every thing he’s ever wanted, with the people he loves most.
Cut to the now six month olds nursery. This song is quietly playing in the background to soothe the baby as he sleeps. Sam has felt off all night. But he eventually falls asleep.
His wife goes in to check on the baby, and sees a man standing over the crib. Before she could scream or protect the child she finds herself lifted to the ceiling. flames spark.
Sam is jerked awake by the smell of smoke, he leaps out of bed and pounds down the hall, automatically taken to the nursery. The man and Sam lock eyes. The man smiles as he disappears. Sam looks up to see the body of his wife go up in flames. He lifts the baby out of the crib and hands him to the four year old
“Take your brother and go!” he shouts. “Go!” he repeated.
After a few moments of hesitation he runs out of the nursery, it was crumbling around him. His wife is gone.
Sam checks on his sons, making sure they’re okay. He gently wipes the blood off of the baby’s mouth.
Dean and Cas watch the house burn grimly. Dean lays his hand on Sam’s shoulder. He’s not really sure what to say. Except,
“Get the Impala?” he asked.
“Yeah” Sam says his face stone cold. “Get the Impala”
This song plays as the screen fades to black.
Oh wait…did that hurt more?
(Source: certifiedsupernaturalist, via ironpatriotisstupid)
a
forever reblog
(Source: boffinandbachelor, via mycroftgetoffmysheet)
Cosmo sex tip #394: Once your man reaches orgasm, awkwardly embrace him and whisper “well done Draco.”
I HAVE NEVER LAUGHED SO HARD I SWEAR
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