Lying in bed, arguing about who loved the other first.
Normal couple things.
For a very not-normal couple in a different universe.
There are so many landmines in such arguments- past hurts, past relationships…so much time wasted.
“But really, Rose. It took the strength of Samson to keep from acting on it,” as he rolled over. He thinks he’s won.
A sharp pain in her head as lights dance behind her eyes.
He was delightfully out of place.
Practically out of time.
Long, curly hair. Nigh-foppish.
His words trilled softly, as if he were born to speak in pentameter.
A wall by the river.
The lights of the city dancing on the inky black of the water.
His hair splayed on the concrete, slipping through her fingers.
He speaks of Shakespeare and Henson, galaxies and dandelions.
As if she were the only person in the universe, ever.
How could she not love him?
“I have to go.”
Tears, a pair of scissors being held out to her.
“I have to go.”
“Samson lost his strength with his hair. Maybe I’ll lose mine as well?”
“You mean your ability to make almost every woman you meet a drooling puddle?”
That smile that made her fall.
A sloppy, hasty kiss- fingers adjusting to the new haircut.
“No. I meant you.”
Fingertips to her temples.
Tears rolling from her cheeks to her pillow.
Even breath beside her.
She rolls to him, cheek on his chest.
Even in sleep, his arm encircles her.
“I loved you first.”
This is the Defense Video & Imagery Distribution System site. It is a non-secure website that posts non-secure pictures. There are interviews, videos and photos.
Rating: Adult (only some violence and adult language so far)
Characters: Ten/Rose, Martha Jones, Jack Harkness.
Summary: Rose has found her way back, but will the Doctor act on the feelings he almost admitted having on the beach, or will he keep her at arm’s length?
Chapter Summary: After Rose opens up to Jack, he decides to have a chat with the Doctor. And the Doctor finishes the project.
#a little bit of the magic of a person is lost #when you’re laundering their pants #or picking up the glasses of water they leave through the house #or when they are drooling in your hair at night. #but every so often #there were moments that reminded rose that he was still magical #a miracle even. #he had already exited their new tardis #and was standing in the light of the rising sun of this planet. #it was as if all of the domestic #and even human aspects of him #melted away. #in these moments she marveled #that a man that had seen thousands of such sunrises #in multiple universes #had devoted himself to her. #she wrapped her arms around him from behind #and his hands came up to cover hers. #then he turned and smiled at her as if her being there #had made the sun rise in the first place. (via helplesslynerdy)
— June 23, 2013
Be sure to look out for the Moon these next few months as it approaches Perigee, because the full moons during these times will appear exceptionally large. The Moon will be at its Perigee, or closest approach, in July 23 and it will reach full moon only a few minutes after it passes this point in its orbit.
These ‘super moons’ not only appear larger because they are physically closer but, combined with a full moon, the mind can play tricks on you to think they are much larger. This phenomena is called the Moon Illusion. Try to catch these full moons as they rise/set because the illusion works when there is an object in the foreground, like a tree, building or mountains.
1028 words. Adult. Broadchurch. (DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN THE LAST EPISODE OBVIOUSLY)
Sometimes Ellie can feel the puckered edge of truth and fiction and is too afraid to pick at it.
The sheets of her motel bed are scrunched up; rumpled. The light from outside the window creates sharp hollows, swells and dips; creates sheer cliff faces out of cotton. Ellie lifts a hand and flattens them, straightening the fabric as best she can.
As a composer I don’t have a protective shield against what’s happening. It goes right into me and sort of empathetic overdrive. I love this show, I mean it just puts you on the rack. One minute you’re flying around London, next minute you’re on some kind of go-kart in space, and then it just comes down to two people saying goodbye, quite often, and it’s tragic. It kills me every time, so yeah I really live that and it’s a great show to work on. (x)
The mating dance of the wild Tennant
oh look he’s attracted a gorgeous young Piper
Meanwhile in the bush, a lone Barrowman appears, separated from his herd.
Suddenly a wild Smith tries to interfere
An Eccleston just watches gleefully from the sidelines
A feisty Gillan tries her best to imitate
this is the weirdest pokemon battle i’ve ever seen
LOL, wow. That’s one way to fundraise, rofl!
I KNOW! But Neil Gaiman dream is pretty NEAT!
Since neverwhyonlywho shared a weird dream, I have to tell you mine from the night of the tornado. I dreamt that my family lived in an apartment complex with exterior entrances on open balconies. Fire trucks were racing southward towards Moore, Oklahoma. It was before sunrise, of that I am sure. My neighbor was sitting behind a long thin table, selling shots of sake, and charging $1 a shot (is that cheap?) She was going to donate all the proceeds to tornado victim relief. She had a huge line of people waiting to buy sake. I’ve never even had sake (although I told my neighbor about my dream, and she said sake was great). Isn’t that a weird dream?
So this just showed up on my dash. 20k posts. That’s a whole lotta tumblr…
“Recreate any Game/Film/Album cover using ONLY Clipart and Comic Sans”
oMFG THE dALEK
No the Silurian oh my life
That is one fiiiiine Dalek.