If this gets 200k notes by the time I graduate (June 2014), I’ll do this across the stage after receiving my nursing diploma.

gallifrey-feels:

thatgleekywholockianhead:

leader-of-the-shadows:

thefantasticten:

the-smart-brother:

ignoratio-elenchi:

thatgleekywholockianhead:

Worthwhile cause.

there better be a damn video

i have NO regret reblogging this

There BETTER be a friggin’ video

I normally don’t reblog my own post but this was necessary. OH MY GOD PEOPLE I PROMISE THERE WILL BE A VIDEO.

In the spirit of the series 7 trailer spam, EVERYONE REBLOG THIS NOW

sunflower-b-pondicus:

#I will always love the look on the Doctor’s face #and how he’s clearly thinking Oh fuck. Fuck and damn it all to hell. #She has driven me literally up the wall with that word. #AND I’M THE ONE WHO FIRST USED IT TO HER IN THE FIRST PLACE. #I’m going to go bang my head against the wall once the boner she gave me dies down.

thenewgal:

doctorwho:

Double Who.

kaz-zas:

12th-precinct:

merlinstolethetardisfrombakerst:

roger-explosion:

reblogging for the Rory

Oh, Rory

dont forget rose

I don’t even now how many times I’ve reblogged this. LOL

permanentmochakisses:

 #two gays and a rabbit walked into a net #there’s no punch line #JUST MORE GAY

wondersara:

Sherlock Season One

teabeforewar:

And then they have an epic coat battle sex.

For a kinkmeme prompt: Sherlock Holmes/Jack Harkness.  Because if you’re gonna lose your virginity, you may as well do it in style, no? ;P

Hello old friend, and here we are. You and me, on the last page. By the time you read these words, Rory and I will be long gone. So know that we lived well, and we’re very happy. And above all else, know that we will love you, always. Sometimes I do worry about you, though. I think, once we’re gone, you won’t be coming back here for a while, and you might be alone, which you should never be. Don’t be alone, Doctor. And do one more thing for me. There’s a little girl waiting in a garden. She’s going to wait a long while, so she’s going to need a lot of hope. Go to her. Tell her a story. Tell her that if she’s patient, the days are coming that she’ll never forget. Tell her she’ll go to sea and fight pirates. She’ll fall in love with a man who’ll wait two thousand years to keep her safe. Tell her she’ll give hope to the greatest painter who ever lived, and save a whale in outer space. Tell her, this is the story of Amelia Pond. And this is how it ends.