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I'm 24 and internet is my mother, my brother and my lover.

I live for my TV shows and believe that there's no such thing as too much homosexual undertones.

One day I'll be the one responsible for all your slashy feels, since I'm gonna be a screenwriter.
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Posted 3 months ago with 16,484 notes
originally speacewalker


Posted 4 months ago with 28,992 notes
originally littleannasun

gytrash:

Gallifreyan River


Posted 11 months ago with 18,535 notes
originally savedher


Posted 1 year ago with 1,185 notes
originally farewell-raggedy-man

first there were the daleks. and then there was a man who fought them. and then in time he died. there are a few, of course, who believe this man somehow survived and that one day he will return. for both our sakes, dearest hannah, we must hope these stories are true.


Posted 1 year ago with 9,475 notes
originally efietrinket

karlimeaghan:

Wholock AU: The Doctor tries to solve the mystery of Sherlock Holmes, the detective who keeps dying.


Posted 1 year ago with 68,913 notes
originally karlimeaghan

the eleventh


Posted 1 year ago with 12,072 notes
originally companions


Posted 1 year ago with 4,051 notes
originally mareluna3001

no-rest-for-destka:

cumberchameleon:

AU - Tom Hiddleston is a grown up Stormageddon

YES. I WANT THIS


Posted 1 year ago with 64,235 notes
originally cumberchameleon


Posted 1 year ago with 56,428 notes
originally expelliarmus

viathevoid:

Doctor Who: P.S. - by Chris Chibnall (the scene that was never shot)

Dear Dad, 

This is the difficult bit. If I got this right, you’re reading this letter a week after we left in the TARDIS. The thing is: we’re not coming back. We’re alive and well and stuck in New York, 50 years before I was born. We can’t come home again, I won’t ever see you again and that breaks my heart.

I’m so sorry, Dad. I thought about this for years and I realised there was one thing that I could do, I could write you, tell you everything about how we lived, about how, despite it all, we were happy. But before I do, I need you to know…

you are the best dad any son could have had.

And for all the times I drove you mad and you drove me mad, all the times I snapped at you… I’m sorry. I miss everything about you, especially our awkward hugs.

I bought a trough, we have a small yard, a garden. But one more important bit of business, the man who delivered the letter, Anthony. Be nice to him…

because he’s your grandson.

We finally adopted in 1946: Anthony Brian Williams. He can tell you everything, he’ll have the family albums and I realise having a grandson who’s older than you is so far beyond weird.

But I’m sorry. I love you, Dad. I miss you.


Posted 1 year ago with 12,219 notes
originally deacastiel

gytrash:

The Adventurers


Posted 1 year ago with 10,935 notes
originally savedher



Posted 1 year ago with 18,751 notes
originally martybrodeur

Goodbye


Posted 1 year ago with 27,329 notes
originally how-ood