That's a Hell of a Bird

I think next thursday is gonna be the best day of my entire life tbh

reblog for next thursday to be the best day of your life

                                   𝕎𝕖 ℂ𝕒𝕟 𝔾𝕠 𝔸𝕟𝕪𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖

♠ 6.08 Let’s Kill Hitler

Why are you always in trouble? You’re the most in trouble in the whole school, except for boys.

Doctor Who x Colours

This is one corner… of one country, in one continent, on one planet that’s a corner of a galaxy that’s a corner of a universe that is forever growing and shrinking and creating and destroying and never remaining the same for a single millisecond. And there is so much, so much to see.

“It’s funny, I thought, if you could hear me, I could hang on, somehow. Silly me. Silly old Doctor. When you wake up, you’ll have a mum and dad, and you won’t even remember me. Well, you’ll remember me a little. I’ll be a story in your head. But that’s OK: we’re all stories, in the end. Just make it a good one, eh? Because it was, you know, it was the best: a daft old man, who stole a magic box and ran away. Did I ever tell you I stole it? Well, I borrowed it; I was always going to take it back. Oh, that box, Amy, you’ll dream about that box. It’ll never leave you. Big and little at the same time, brand-new and ancient, and the bluest blue, ever. And the times we had, eh? Would’ve had. Never had. In your dreams, they’ll still be there. The Doctor and Amy Pond… and the days that never came ..”

                                                 ✗ ✗ ✗                    Feeling more human and hooked on her flesh, I                      Lay my heart down with the rest at her feet.                        Fresh from the fields, all feeder and fertile,                          Bloody and raw, but I swear it is sweet.                                                  ✗ ✗ ✗ 

                                    modern companions + period costumes

Show me the stars

Doctor Who Rewatch: The End of Time (Part Two)

“I don’t want to go.”

Doctor Who picspam per episode: 7x05 - The Snowmen

Looking at you, Doctor, is like looking into a mirror almost. There’s rage there, like me. Guilt there, like me. Solitude. Everything but the nerve to do what needs to be done.