Doctor Who Meme ✖ [1/9] Scenes
I love the look on Martha’s face.
Because I bet she read that Sonnet when she was in school.
And the realization that that fucking sonnet is going to be about HER RADIANT BLACK BEAUTY!!!
Martha Fucking Jones gets POETRY written for her that lasts through the ages.
The Doctor’s faces are killing me!
I actually find this really great because NOBODY KNOWS who “the dark lady” is. There are various sonnets composed for/about her, but nobody knows her identity.
I wonder if Martha ever reads that particular sonnet or hears someone reading it in a movie or on telly and just kind of smirks to herself because she knows it was written about her
i bet she feels really proud for stealing shakespeare’s heart
I love how in the 4th gif the doctor’s like “awwww yaaaahhhh”
- white people are not the bad guys
- Christian people are not the bad guys
- Republicans are not the bad guys
- straight people are not the bad guys
- cisgender people are not the bad guys
- rich people are not the bad guys
- men are not the bad guys
- racist, bigoted, homophobic, ignorant, selfish, and / or rude people are the bad guys
dear social justice bloggers
Two weeks ago, I thought there was no way I’d ever find someone like Blaine. And there he was!
That tag wins all the awards, in the history of ever.
I still ship it
i ship the part that’s falling with the part that’s sinking
Welcome to Tumblr: where we’ll actually ship sinking ships.
^REBLOGED JUST FOR THAT COMMENT
Most tragic of the otps
Just look at how they’re being ripped apart
And there’s nothing they or anyone else can do to stop it
That iceberg was such a cockblock.
It all happened so fast. One second we were together, happy as ever, gliding over the water without a care in the world. The next we were being ripped apart, probably never to see each other again.
As the iceberg tore threw me I knew this would be the end; of the passengers, mine, and the love of my life…my other half’s, lives.
“Anic!” I called out, as our boards slowly fell apart, tearing us away from each other one by one.
“Yes, Tit,” she cried, desperately. I could hear in her voice that she was trying to be strong, but just as we were as a whole, she was crumbling herself.
I felt myself being sucked into the water and I knew these would be our last words.
“I love you,” I whispered.
She couldn’t hear me over the screams and called out, asking me what I had said. But it was too late. I was going under.
I lost it at, “Yes, Tit.”
But when they get to know me, I’m like