I’M JUST SHOUTING TO EMPHASIZE MY POINT BUT I THINK THAT THE WHOVIANS SHOULD ALL MAKE A PACT THAT IF JOHN HURT TURNS OUT TO BE A LOST REGENERATION WE REFER TO HIM AS A LOST REGENERATION
THE DOCTORS ALL KEEP THEIR NAMES, NINE STAYS NINE, TEN STAYS TEN, TENTOO STAYS TENTOO (HE WAS TECHNICALLY AN ELEVENTH REGENERATION ANYWAY) AND ELEVEN STAYS ELEVEN
IT DOESN’T HAVE TO CHANGE
THE FANDOMS DECIDE THE TRUTH PEOPLE
WE ARE THE LIFEBLOOD OF THE STORY
FOR USE OF
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You are now a timelord
the amount of followers you have is how old you are
the person you reblog this from is your companion
your icon is what your current regeneration looks like
your job (or one of your parent’s jobs) is your timelord name
Okay so I’m apparently a 181 year-old owl-time-lord-thingy called “the Coder” with a person as my companion. This all seems very backwards.
You’ve been wonderful to us in our time of pain and since you have the finale tomorrow we want to return the favor.
Here’s some tea(I figured you’d need the strong stuff so I left the bag in)
Some Jammy dodgers
And last but not least a hug
The Supernatural Fandom
This is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
my friend just accidentally called our math teacher “honey” and he replied “yes dear”
ADAM’S STILL IN HELL!
AND DEAN YELLED CASTIEL HEY!
laughing like this isnt good for my health
So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute.
Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump.
Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice.
This time, though. This was a good cry.