Couldn’t you just slap him sometimes?
i’m laughing i was taking notes on the stamp act in history and i drew Gluttony in the corner from FMA brotherhood and like
yea, Gluttony fits with the stamp act
it really freaking fits
"And since we all came from a woman
Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman
I wonder why we take from our women
Why we rape our women, do we hate our women?
I think it’s time to kill for our women
Time to heal our women, be real to our women
And if we don’t we’ll have a race of babies
That will hate the ladies, that make the babies
And since a man can’t make one
He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one
So will the real men get up
I know you’re fed up ladies, but keep your head up”
- Tupac Shakur
Always reblog this.
is today your first day of school? tomorrow? or maybe it’s your 50th day of school?
youre looking great
you are going to rock this
i believe in you
youre gonna knock em out of the park, champ
I remember all the Doctor Who fanfics I used to read where Rose often got badly stereotyped as a damsel in distress whom the Doctor had to swoop in and save and smooch but the way I remember Doctor Who 90% of their relationship was the Doctor just setting Rose loose on people who had done something to offend them and sitting back giggling in the corner as she shouted
setting Rose loose
Send for my character's reaction.
M r s . L o v e t t, how I’ve lived without you all these years, I’ll never know.
OH god I ship this so hard but the relationship would suck because she could only speak and move when he wasn’t looking… But he would trust her enough to turn his back OH GOD THE FEELS SOMEONE FIC THIS
This is adorable.
When he walked into the room, it was too quiet and too dark. Quickly, he pulled out his sonic screw driver and started to turn in a circle in order to scan for any life in the room. As he was spinning, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye.
Something with wings.
Something hiding its face.
The Doctor knew he only had milliseconds before the Weeping Angel would reach him and feed off of his time energy. Wielding his sonic screwdriver, The Doctor spun to face the angel. however, what he saw when he faced the angel almost caused him to blink…almost.
Instead of clawed hands and a snarling face, The Weeping Angel was reaching out towards The Doctor with a longing expression on her stony face. Even though her face was illuminated by the blue light from the sonic screw driver The Doctor recognized her features any where. Leaning in too examine her pained face The Doctor only managed to whisper, “Rose?”
Even though she couldn’t answer with him looking at her, The Doctor knew it was his Rose. She had the same curved lips, the same round face, the same nose that he always touched when she sassed him. “Rose Tyler, what happened to you?”
The Doctor knew that if he wanted an answer, he’d have to close his eyes.
“I’m trusting you, Rose. Please. please still be my Rose.”
Slowly, The Doctor closed his eyes and as soon as he was left in the darkness he felt his chest tighten and a cold hand placed itself on his cheek.
“Doctor,” she spoke as soft as the petal of the flower she was named for, “My Doctor, oh how I’ve missed you so.”
THAT’S NOT WHAT WE WANTED
THAT’S NOT WHAT WE WANTED AT ALL
go sit in the corner and think about what you’ve done.
No, let’s rock this AU
OH MY GOD TOU MADE THAT OFF OF SOMETHING THAT I WROTE
"Well, as time goes by places like that become run down and such." The Doctor explained. "So many people go and see it so they have to keep it clean and in good condition." The Doctor tried to explain. "And yeah, we can use my psychic paper or wait on line and get tickets….so we’ll use the paper." The Doctor said before leading the way out of the shop.
"Tha’ makes sense… good t’know people are takin’ care’ve it, I suppose… Anyone still live there?" Then the girl snorted in appreciation and followed the Doctor out of the shop. "Sounds like a plan! Seems like th’smartest way t’do i’… no waitin’, don’ ‘ave t’pay… I could use some’ve tha’ paper whenever I ge’ back t’my time, act’lly! Someone tries t’arrest me fer pickpocketin’ an’ I jus’ show ‘em th’paper an’ pretend ‘M a royal!" she snickered at the thought.
DC WOMEN presents:
"My feminism will be intersectional or it will be bullshit"
I crave intimacy but I get confused and uncomfortable when I’m shown even the slightest bit of attention or affection.
Invade my muse’s personal space! Send “you’re warm” to see my muse’s reaction to yours randomly cuddling up to them.
"You alright?" The Doctor asked, glancing down at Marie when she cuddled up to him. He wrapped an arm around her gently, kissing her head.
The Doctor sat there, panting heavily as his eyes searched around widely, looking for something or someone. He finally came back to the present and looked down at Marie who was hugging him. “Shh, yes, yes, I’m alright.” the Doctor promised her softly, hugging her rather tightly. He pulled her away from him for a moment, checking her over before hugging her tightly once more. “I’m alright.” He whispered once more as he held her close.
She frowned, not really believing it, worry that didn’t fade even as he checked her over and made sure she was alright. Why was he making sure she was alright? He was the one who looked so scared. She hugged him again, muttering a small, “I’s okay if y’ain’ alrigh’, y’know…” This was pretty hypocritical of her, as she would never in a million years admit that she wasn’t alright, but she knew her father wasn’t really as stable right now as he claimed to be. “Papa? Uh…wanna talk about i’?” She was rubbish at this comforting thing, really, but maybe that would help.