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bowtied:

thetardisisatprivetdrive:

The Doctor found your blog!

Hello- yes- sorry! Didn’t mean to surprise you, just a bit of a non-routine routine… checkarooni. Oh… no, not checkarooni. What in the blazes is a checkarooni? Really, Doctor. 

But no! Truly, there’s nothing to worry about. Just a bit of a —follow-up, yes, a follow-up, after that whole situation with the Wi-Fi. If you’re wondering, you are A-OK. I think, just one more quick—…… ah, yes. No residual, soul-sucking hotspots here. Relax, and- and… keep on scrolling. 

Oh, and if you happen to see a fish on your monitors… don’t be alarmed. He’s microchip-encapsulated, called Barnaby. I had him on the TARDIS monitors and then he just went swimming off into the Wi-Fi. If you see him, just, you know, shoo him in the general direction of my when-and-where. 

(Okay, so less of a follow-up-with-the-Wi-Fi, more of a I’ve-lost-my-bio-fibre-optic-fish… but I digress!)

thecolourofdespair:

thegayloki:

you know what should be a thing? like, marriage, except it’s for friends 

and you have this big ceremony thing where all your friends and family are there and you say that you wanna be best bros for life and shit

and on the night of the ceremony you dont have sex but you get a hotel room and eat pizza and play video games or have a marathon of your favourite tv show and then you go on a bronymoon

Sounds like I know what we are doing this weekend

In the moments before she dies, a woman whose hair used to be bright ginger is visited by a man in a bowtie. She does not know who he is and thinks about giving him a piece of her mind till he moves forward and presses his fingertips to her temple. Memories flood her mind. People and planets and places she had saved alongside a long streak of nothing rush back to her. She remembers being the most important woman in creation. Then with a smile on her face Donna Noble closes her eyes and sleeps forevermore. The Doctor simply looks on with tears in his eyes as his best friend leaves this world with the only gift he could give her.

definitelyafangirl:

patruelesfratresomnes:

donnanoble-the-sasstronaut:

mrloopysquirrel:

wHy

hello yes, 911 send me an aMBULANCE

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I’m literally in tears right now. This would be so perfect and heartbreaking.

(Source: onginalmaz)

presumably-ukrainian:

kennyechelon:

asherlockian:

wholockian-221b:

oh my good god, why has this never occured to me before?!

Sherlock and John get sent by the Angels back to 1887 and become Holmes and Watson!! Yes. And John writes up his cases, but changes them slightly so they fit in with the time.

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THAT HEADCANON IS BRILLIANCE. PURE BRILLIANCE.

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this is perfectomgomg

(Source: doomslock)

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