in which the Doctor is very heterosexual
This is one of the reasons why I love Doctor Who, they really just do not give a shit about sexuality. In series 1 episode 2 a fucking tree woman fancied the Doctor. They’ve had lesbians, lesbian lizard women, gays, interspecies relationships, Jack, a transgender horse and so much more. If there were such a thing as a LGBT safe show it’s Doctor Who.
he lowers his wand because he knows that scene. A woman jumps in front of Harry willing to protect him with her own life. He didn’t see this with his own eyes but the resemblance literally disarms him for a moment before he can keep on playing his role.
Go sit in the corner and think about what you’ve done.
Ahhhhhh :(
The video for the gif that’s been going around all day.
tHE GUY HOLDING THE CAMERA HIS FUCKIGN LAUGH AND THEN HEFALLS THE FUCK DOWN OH MY GOD JESUS DICKS IM FRICKGIN
What do your lines say?
This is weird.
It’s Robert Pattinson in the days before Twilight.
Look at him, still smiling. There’s hope in his eyes. He can see a future before him, and he still believes that it can be good. He still has dreams.
It’s like Dean Winchester before Hell!
| Song: Carry On My Wayward Rhymezone |
| Artist: scientificSpeculator |
| Played: 41,090 times. |
Carry on my
There’ll be peace
Lay your weary
Don’t
Once I rose above the
Just to get a glimpse above
I was
But I
Though my
I still
Though my
I still
I hear the voices when I’m
I can
Carry on my
There’ll be peace when
Lay your weary
Don’t you
Masquerading as a man with
My charade is the event of
And if I claim to be a
,
It surely means
On a stormy sea of moving
Tossed about I’m
I set a course for
But I hear the
Carry on my
There’ll be peace when
Lay your weary head
Don’t you
Original song, Carry On My Wayward Son, and instrumental track both belong to Kansas; I don’t own them.
If you didn’t sing along you’re lying
I dragged you out of Hell. I can throw you back in.
Day 1 of Marauder Era Challenge - Favorite Marauder
“Did you like question ten, Moony?” asked Sirius as they emerged into the entrance hall.
“Loved it,” said Lupin briskly. “Give five signs that identify the werewolf. Excellent question.”
“D’you think you managed to get all the signs?” said James in tones of mock concern.
“Think I did,” said Lupin seriously, as they joined the crowd thronging around the front doors eager to get out into the sunlit grounds. “One: He’s sitting on my chair. Two: He’s wearing my clothes. Three: His name’s Remus Lupin…”
He’s like fire and ice and rage. He’s like the night, and the storm in the heart of the sun. He’s ancient and forever. He burns at the center of time and he can see the turn of the universe. And…he’s wonderful.
McG, you are a big conscienceless trololo.
