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Doctor Who. Torchwood. Glee. Harry Potter. Jane Austen. Disney. Team Starkid. Books.

My name is Gillian. I am old fashioned and a romantic. I will always prefer books to e-readers. I am a Ravenclaw. I love old things. The list could go on forever. But basically, I am who I am, and nothing can change that.

the-fandoms-are-cool:

elphabaforpresidentofgallifrey:

221badwolfstreet:

hiddlestonhug:

tardis-mind-palace:


Adorable 10th Doctor and Weeping Angel from DragonCon via reddit 

OH god I ship this so hard but the relationship would suck because she could only speak and move when he wasn’t looking… But he would trust her enough to turn his back OH GOD THE FEELS SOMEONE FIC THIS

This is adorable.

When he walked into the room, it was too quiet and too dark. Quickly, he pulled out his sonic screw driver and started to turn in a circle in order to scan for any life in the room. As he was spinning, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. 
Something still.
Something with wings.
Something hiding its face.
The Doctor knew he only had milliseconds before the Weeping Angel would reach him and feed off of his time energy. Wielding his sonic screwdriver, The Doctor spun to face the angel. however, what he saw when he faced the angel almost caused him to blink…almost.
Instead of clawed hands and a snarling face, The Weeping Angel was reaching out towards The Doctor with a longing expression on her stony face. Even though her face was illuminated by the blue light from the sonic screw driver The Doctor recognized her features any where. Leaning in too examine her pained face The Doctor only managed to whisper, “Rose?”
Even though she couldn’t answer with him looking at her, The Doctor knew it was his Rose. She had the same curved lips, the same round face, the same nose that he always touched when she sassed him. “Rose Tyler, what happened to you?”
The Doctor knew that if he wanted an answer, he’d have to close his eyes.
“I’m trusting you, Rose. Please. please still be my Rose.”
Slowly, The Doctor closed his eyes and as soon as he was left in the darkness he felt his chest tighten and a cold hand placed itself on his cheek.
“Doctor,” she spoke as soft as the petal of the flower she was named for, “My Doctor, oh how I’ve missed you so.”

NOOOOOO

THAT’S NOT WHAT WE WANTED
THAT’S NOT WHAT WE WANTED AT ALL

the-fandoms-are-cool:

elphabaforpresidentofgallifrey:

221badwolfstreet:

hiddlestonhug:

tardis-mind-palace:

OH god I ship this so hard but the relationship would suck because she could only speak and move when he wasn’t looking… But he would trust her enough to turn his back OH GOD THE FEELS SOMEONE FIC THIS

This is adorable.

When he walked into the room, it was too quiet and too dark. Quickly, he pulled out his sonic screw driver and started to turn in a circle in order to scan for any life in the room. As he was spinning, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. 

Something still.

Something with wings.

Something hiding its face.

The Doctor knew he only had milliseconds before the Weeping Angel would reach him and feed off of his time energy. Wielding his sonic screwdriver, The Doctor spun to face the angel. however, what he saw when he faced the angel almost caused him to blink…almost.

Instead of clawed hands and a snarling face, The Weeping Angel was reaching out towards The Doctor with a longing expression on her stony face. Even though her face was illuminated by the blue light from the sonic screw driver The Doctor recognized her features any where. Leaning in too examine her pained face The Doctor only managed to whisper, “Rose?”

Even though she couldn’t answer with him looking at her, The Doctor knew it was his Rose. She had the same curved lips, the same round face, the same nose that he always touched when she sassed him. “Rose Tyler, what happened to you?”

The Doctor knew that if he wanted an answer, he’d have to close his eyes.

“I’m trusting you, Rose. Please. please still be my Rose.”

Slowly, The Doctor closed his eyes and as soon as he was left in the darkness he felt his chest tighten and a cold hand placed itself on his cheek.

“Doctor,” she spoke as soft as the petal of the flower she was named for, “My Doctor, oh how I’ve missed you so.”

NOOOOOO

THAT’S NOT WHAT WE WANTED

THAT’S NOT WHAT WE WANTED AT ALL

(via carry-on-my-wayward-butt)

And the #adventuresofthetardisapron continue with mushroom, spinach, and artichoke heart pasta.
Sir, I understand the importance of freedom of speech and expression, but the Lincoln Memorial is probably the worst place for your outfit. The war is over. It’s been over. You lost. Let it go.
Having way too much fun with mom, picstitch, and selfies.

dat-soldier:

officialunitedstates:

I want to be the first person on the moon to shoot a sniper rifle at earth and hit a wasp nest.  my whole life so far is leading up to that moment

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(via piertotum-locomottor)

buckkybbarnes:

"i was born in the wrong generation" i say as i fight aliens and hydra agents in the 21st century with a shield and command a team of superhumans. i am steve rogers

(via i-was-so-alone-i-owe-you-so-much)

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If you see someone’s selfie and think they’re pretty, tell them.

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If someone posts a cool edit, tell them how awesome it is.

Sharing a little love around the fam isn’t hard and doesn’t take much, but it has a lovely affect and there’s no better feeling that making someone smile. :)

(Source: ashtonsjigglypuff, via i-was-so-alone-i-owe-you-so-much)

"Tell us a bit about X-Men. Because you’re actually rivals in X-Men."

(Source: ruffaloon, via i-was-so-alone-i-owe-you-so-much)

kates-coffee:

bitterivy:

mallayaa:

did they just

yes, they did

It gets funnier every time.

(Source: captainfillion, via i-was-so-alone-i-owe-you-so-much)

kookie667:

Let’s play a game called “I’m totally joking, but would do that in a heartbeat if you were into it”

(via pizza)