I am a Refreshingly Quirky Unitarian Universalist ENFP 4w5/7w6/9w1 book wyrm, nerdfighter, and Hufflepuff. This tumblr will display anything I like from the profound to the flippant to the strange to the silly to the beautiful.
Stuff I enjoy: Doctor Who, Sherlock, Castle, White Collar, Firefly, Last of the Mohicans, Harry Potter, NCIS, Bones, Treasure Planet, Tamora Pierce books, Diana Gabaldon books, Lois McMaster Bujold books, Patricia Briggs books, Gail Dayton books, John Green books, vlogbrothers, shakespeare, poetry, steampunk, Renaissance Faires, Sci-Fi cons, Christopher Moore books, Good Omens, Jane Austen books, books in general, Dungeons and Dragons, Dollhouse, House, dragons, knitting, chainmaille, chocolate, and poetry
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Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
The Doctor lies. So do I… all the time. I have to, spoilers.
Have you ever fallen in love with someone, only to find out that you’re forced to kill them, but then not killed them, and brought about the end of time, and then killed them, and then met them again, only to find that they haven’t met you yet, and then had to sacrifice your life for them, and then end up living in a virtual computer world with much bigger, blonder hair?
(Source: grrrlfever)
i’m looking for a good man
What a wonderful gif! :D but D8.
[image description: text with three .gifs; text reads “WHAT ABOUT DOCTOR SONG? SHE DOVE OFF A ROOFTOP./Don’t worry, she does that.”; first .gif shows River flying out of Byzantium; second shows her falling from a tall building in a city; third shows her jumping out of a window in Hitler’s office]
(Source: ladysong)
From Devil to Hero.
Right, I’m calling your parents.
Are you disrespecting the house of Pond?! Art thou calling my mother a Scottish kiss-o-gram?
Enough!
Art thou calling my father a bumbling plastic Roman?!
Mels.
But he ain’t still a bumbling plastic Roman!
Listen to me.
But he ain’t still even a bumbling plastic Roman though!
That’s enough.
I’m hot and bovvered. This incarnation - bovvered. Sweetie. Spoilers. I am hot and bovvered.
My Doctor did once burn up a sun.
My dad is even more dead than mummy’s hair red.
If I’m yet to be River, why then my breasts aren’t done.
If hair be wires, black wires now grow on my head.
Doctor has seen Rose damasked, pink and yellow,
But no such Rose see I in any weeks.
And in some spoilers is there more delight,
Than in the vwooorp that from his box reeks.
I love to hear the Doctor speak, yet well I know,
That Silence hath bring a far more terrible sound.
I grant I never saw a Captain go,
My Doctor, when he walks, stumbles on the ground.
And yet by Gallifrey, I think my love as rare,
As any he snogged with false compare.
Sonic me, alien boy!
