"Too many books?" I believe the phrase you’re looking for is "not enough bookshelves".
We’re not true friends until I’ve harassed you to watch a TV show I’m watching
it’s so weird how names of old people were once young people names like there were little baby gertrudes and Mildreds and ednas walking around 100 years ago
I think about this a lot
Feeling pleased with myself.
I was in a shopping centre, waiting for my mum, and I had this idea. I ran into this clothes shop and said to the assistant
“Excuse me, what year is this?”
And she was like,
“2014, are you OK?”
So I went
“YES! IT WORKED! WE DID IT!” really loudly, and ran for the door.
I was wearing jeans and a jacket (Bad Wolf Bay style) and I have been told quite a lot that I look like Rose (same hairstyle, eyes etc).
AND THEN THIS LITTLE BOY, ABOUT 9 ASKED HIS MUM
“Mummy, was that Rose Tyler? Is she going to find the Doctor?”
I heard and turned around and winked at him and ran off. I like to think that made his day.It also made mine.
A giggle escaped Susan and she clapped both her hands over her mouth, wide-eyed. “We need to hurry with Mama’s drawing, before she wakes up,” she whispered back, standing up on her tiptoes to get a look at Mama’s face.
She grabbed a yellow pencil, drawing little pointed stars all over the page and adding tails to some of them creating shooting stars.
"Look Papa," she whispered, pointing out a group of stars, "that’s the TARDIS constellation."
"I think Mama will love it," the Doctor whispered back earnestly, smiling at the drawing. He continued shading his section around the planet he had already drawn and destroyed, then Rose moved again.
"Doctor," she muttered, her fingers stretching out. The Doctor winked at Susan and slid off the bed, then went to Rose.
"I’m here, Rose, are you waking up?" he answered softly, taking her hand to stop her searching.
"What kinda question is that?" she retorted, rubbing her eyes and squinting at the light. She blinked a few times, and the Doctor’s face came into focus. "What was that?"
"A little something to fix you up," he replied, poking her experimentally in the side. Rose yelped and flinched away; the Doctor’s smile dropped off his face. "Did that hurt?"
"Tickled!" she corrected, grinning and trying to poke him back. "Where’s Susan?"
"I’m here, Mama!" She jumped up, casting the pencil away, and went to give Mama a big hug.
"I’m so glad you’re better now! I made you a picture when you were sleeping and Papa helped too and drew Gallifrey and it looks really great. We can hang it in on a wall if you like it, yeah?"
She grabbed Mama’s hand and tried to pull her up, nearly falling over herself. “You have to look at it right now. We used three sheets of paper so it would all fit; there’s the TARDIS and you and me and Papa and the wolves from the zoo and also space and planets and stars and I made a constellation.”
Also, if anyone is wondering, Twelve wears a ring because Peter didn’t want to take off his wedding ring so they just disgusted it for him.
I don’t think this is the word you were searching for
Peter does not ship his Doctor it seems
Sunday Times Interview 27/07/14
please don’t make people with depression feel guilty for their lack of interest in things or their inability to motivate themselves please and thank you goodbye
on that note, please don’t make people with anxiety feel guilty about their inability to do tasks you deem simple and literally call them children and tell them to grow up because of it
Reasons Why You Should Watch Casanova: This is the opening scene.
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I will boost this as much as possible. Seeing ace stories when I was younger would have made a world of difference, and even now that I’m older and know what I identify as, there still aren’t enough stories about people like me. Kudos to HIP for being so proactive about the representation available through their publishing house.
I like how all of these 11-17 year olds are just going to school with vampires and werewolves and giant spiders and vicious three-headed dogs in their backyard, yet they need a permission slip with an iron-clad parent/guardian signature to go have a harmless butterbeer at the nearby wizarding village.
Okay, Hogwarts. Okay.
Oh Petey C, I love you already.
For those like me who can neither afford nor be arsed to leave their house on a Sunday morn to buy a copy of the Times, my good friend Blogtor Who has been kind enough to summarise the interview here. PLENTY of food for thought. Opinions?