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Wandering through stories...

“There's always room for a story that can transport people to another place.” ― J.K. Rowling
Dec 30 '13
evil-lane:

So at first I was really upset with 11’s death because I felt like he didn’t actually die. Every other Doctor gave his life to directly help someone he truly, deeply cared for, but 11 just kept getting older until the Time Lords decided it was time for him to regenerate.
And then I thought about that for a while, and I realized that 11’s regeneration was actually the most beautiful of them all. Because every other Doctor gave his life to directly help someone, but the Time Lords came to him and basically said, “No. You’ve selflessly died too many times. Just this once, you live.”

evil-lane:

So at first I was really upset with 11’s death because I felt like he didn’t actually die. Every other Doctor gave his life to directly help someone he truly, deeply cared for, but 11 just kept getting older until the Time Lords decided it was time for him to regenerate.

And then I thought about that for a while, and I realized that 11’s regeneration was actually the most beautiful of them all. Because every other Doctor gave his life to directly help someone, but the Time Lords came to him and basically said, “No. You’ve selflessly died too many times. Just this once, you live.”

Dec 26 '13
alishaloveschristmascats:

freddies-beautiful-smile:

uguuubutt:

erectionsandtea:

bruceman-imean-batwayne:

jack-goldie:

iamthepureblindraven:

robinfootiepajamas:

i-have-been-johnlocked:

otoyaismyderplover:

ronweasley:

twinamericas:

221cbakerstreet:

aphotovici:

lil-banshee:

gaylienz:

eviljohnlock-shipper:

seaghdhasuil:



No, it’s fine. I didn’t need my heart.

Are we crying about a doodle of dinosaurs?

Yes

Welcome to Tumblr

Oh god it hurts why would you ever

The meteor was coming.
Oh, God, it was coming and she didn’t know what to do. Her son, her beautiful little son, pressed close to her side, craning his neck to look up at his Mother.
“Mummy, why is everyone moving? There’s plenty of food here.” He asked in his sweet, innocent voice.
“Because, my sweet, sometimes it is best that we move on. It is our way.” She replied, forcing the words past the lump in her throat.
“Oh,” Her son said, turning his gaze to the fiery rock in the sky that would spell their deaths out for them, “the old Triceratops told me it was cuzza that rock. He said the rock could hurt us real bad.” He continued, not understanding what he meant by those words in his innocence.
“Triceratops is being silly, he just wanted to tease you one more time before he left.” She lied, choking on her tears. Oh, God, he son, her lovely son, was going to die not understanding.
“Oh.”
She turned her face to the meteor- it was close now. It wouldn’t be long. Swinging her head around, she dropped her face to her sons and nuzzled him one last time. “Let’s play a game, yes? And then we’ll go join the others.” She suggested.
“Okay! What game shall we play, Mummy?”
“Let’s play pretend. We will imagine the sort of place we would like to move to, and when we open our eyes, that’s where we shall be.” 
“How do we play?”
One last look at the meteor- it was almost time.
“Close your eyes and imagine the place, and count to thirty out loud. Just like when we play Hide-and-Seek.” She curled herself around her son, both of them now laid on the beach.
“Ok, Mummy. 1, 2, 3, 4…”
She watched the meteor approach with sad eyes, and just before it hit land she turned her head, laying it and her neck over her son and bracing herself.
Her son had not yet said 30, but it was over.

what the fuck is wrong with you

NO

FUCKING DINOSAUR APOCALYPSE ANGST FICTION, WHAT ARE YOU

I have now officially seen everything.

WOW NOPE



i hate tu mblR

omg, the fanfiction

WHAT KIND OF PERSON ARE YOU THAT YOU’D WRITE SUCH AN AWFULLY HEART-WRENCHING FAN FICTION ABOUT THIS?!
OMG I CANNOT—MY HEART HURTS

I’m not crying whatsoever

alishaloveschristmascats:

freddies-beautiful-smile:

uguuubutt:

erectionsandtea:

bruceman-imean-batwayne:

jack-goldie:

iamthepureblindraven:

robinfootiepajamas:

i-have-been-johnlocked:

otoyaismyderplover:

ronweasley:

twinamericas:

221cbakerstreet:

aphotovici:

lil-banshee:

gaylienz:

eviljohnlock-shipper:

seaghdhasuil:

image

No, it’s fine. I didn’t need my heart.

Are we crying about a doodle of dinosaurs?

Yes

Welcome to Tumblr

Oh god it hurts why would you ever

The meteor was coming.

Oh, God, it was coming and she didn’t know what to do. Her son, her beautiful little son, pressed close to her side, craning his neck to look up at his Mother.

“Mummy, why is everyone moving? There’s plenty of food here.” He asked in his sweet, innocent voice.

“Because, my sweet, sometimes it is best that we move on. It is our way.” She replied, forcing the words past the lump in her throat.

“Oh,” Her son said, turning his gaze to the fiery rock in the sky that would spell their deaths out for them, “the old Triceratops told me it was cuzza that rock. He said the rock could hurt us real bad.” He continued, not understanding what he meant by those words in his innocence.

“Triceratops is being silly, he just wanted to tease you one more time before he left.” She lied, choking on her tears. Oh, God, he son, her lovely son, was going to die not understanding.

“Oh.”

She turned her face to the meteor- it was close now. It wouldn’t be long. Swinging her head around, she dropped her face to her sons and nuzzled him one last time. “Let’s play a game, yes? And then we’ll go join the others.” She suggested.

“Okay! What game shall we play, Mummy?”

“Let’s play pretend. We will imagine the sort of place we would like to move to, and when we open our eyes, that’s where we shall be.” 

“How do we play?”

One last look at the meteor- it was almost time.

“Close your eyes and imagine the place, and count to thirty out loud. Just like when we play Hide-and-Seek.” She curled herself around her son, both of them now laid on the beach.

“Ok, Mummy. 1, 2, 3, 4…”

She watched the meteor approach with sad eyes, and just before it hit land she turned her head, laying it and her neck over her son and bracing herself.

Her son had not yet said 30, but it was over.

what the fuck is wrong with you

NO

FUCKING DINOSAUR APOCALYPSE ANGST FICTION, WHAT ARE YOU

I have now officially seen everything.

WOW NOPE

image

i hate tu mblR

omg, the fanfiction

WHAT KIND OF PERSON ARE YOU THAT YOU’D WRITE SUCH AN AWFULLY HEART-WRENCHING FAN FICTION ABOUT THIS?!

OMG I CANNOT—MY HEART HURTS

I’m not crying whatsoever

Dec 26 '13

(Source: sunwukongs)

Dec 26 '13
"JK Rowling created seven Horcruxes. She put a part of her soul in every book and now her books will live forever"

 -Stephen King (via howtedmethiswife)

#this was really sweet until i thought about the fact that if that were true she would have had to kill a person to create each one -Skyedestiny

How else do you explain Dumbledore, Snape, Fred, Lupin, Tonks, Hedwig, and Dobby?

(via vikingplumb)

I just fucking lost my shit. 

(via connor-sexonlegswithahat-temple)

Dec 25 '13