Science fiction, Sherlock Holmes, Steampunk, Slytherin...and other cool stuff that may or may not start with an 'S'.
TO PROVE MY FRIEND WRONG, REBLOG/LIKE IF YOU DON’T HATE THE NINTH DOCTOR.
I’m sorry, but how can you *not* like him?? I mean, look at how adorable he is:
and then there’s all the sass:
sorry, but if you don’t like him, you’re wrong
(Source: assbackwardz)
“My name is Sherlock Holmes. It is my business to know what other people do not know.”
We will never find out his name. He is revealing his name to River, that’s all (as implied in FOTD). Moffat would never reveal his name to us, it would ruin the show.
Idk, I mean, Moffat’s pretty stuck on his own little fanfic world, here. As long as…
(Source: wibblywobbly-doctorywoctory)
This is what happens when you fill a tub with packing peanuts… and ferrets.
Today I will be as happy as a ferret in a tub of packing peanuts.
At first I thought that was a bowl of rice and I was really confused.
(Source: insecondsflat)
xaviersschoolforgiftedyoungsters:
Nope. Nope nope -I hope it’s just all for hype and the name isn’t actually revealed because I don’t want to know - and I especially don’t want to know if Moffat had any say in what the name is.
It’s one of those mysteries that just never gets answered. And I’m okay with that.
Yes this ^
Double this ^
(Source: pondspondsponds)
Every time I open a new packet of cereal, I’m still disappointed there’s no free gift.
Harry Potter and the…
(Source: cruciothesnitch)
It is disgusting. We are told to love sex but never masturbate or fool around. To love our bodies but we have to be hairless, thin, have boobs, and to never wear make up to cover our flaws. We can like sports and watch them but we can’t play them unless they are toned down and pretty enough to be oggled at. We can be nerds but we can’t be TOO smart or we forget our place. We are told we need a prince charming and to seek him out by constantly changing ourselves and being perfect for him. We are given the message that outside beauty is what matters the most but if we have it and get successful it was because we have a pretty face. We are told we exaggerate and should just go with it when we complain of being objects and property. We are taught that being a woman is worthy of an insult… WE have to fear walking at night. WE have to go in a group if we need to use the bathroom in a strange place. WE have to be cautious of where we are and who we are with. That we are told to hush and get over it if we are assaulted because real life isn’t like the crime shows and it is harder to convict the assaulter. That female artists are degraded and yelled at in artist alleys. That you are judged just by how you wear a t-shirt.
(Source: queerlittlemermaid)
Doctor, this is why I love you. Right here.
Vincent van Gogh was a man who is somewhat famous for his mental instability. He later ended his own life. For the Doctor to go and show him that his art mattered, and that his existence mattered…is amazing. And I wish someone could have shown this amazing artist how much he contributed to the world.
I wish the Doctor could show everyone how they mattered, because everybody does matter. In our own small way, we change the world simply by existing.
I will always, always, ALWAYS reblog this when it’s on my dash.
