how do people not listen to music? what do you do when you’re on the bus? when u want to feel like ur in a music video? when ur sad? when ur happy? how do you even live?
Guys, I just realized.
We all know The Doctor never wanted to make Amelia Pond wait 12 years for him to return and then another 2 years for him to take her into space and time. For some reason he was late both times.
The first time presumably did involve time travel since he told Amelia he would be back in five minutes. But somehow he ended up twelve years late, and when he got back Amy had just started dating Rory. The second picture had just happened.
The second time shouldn’t have involved time travel at all; he was just flying around the moon. Yet somehow he came back two years late and Amy and Rory were about to get married.
If The Doctor had only been five minutes, Amelia would have gone with him as a child and never even dated Rory. Melody Pond - child of the TARDIS - would never have been born. The TARDIS made Amy wait so that River Song could exist.
It’s not just that. The TARDIS has taken the Doctor pretty much everywhere he was NEEDED even if he wanted to go someplace else, she always took him to a time when he was needed by the people there.
The TARDIS turned the Doctor into a hero.
Doctor Who isn’t about the heroic Time Lord and his TARDIS. It’s about the heroic TARDIS and her Time Lord.
In a way the TARDIS created a wife for him. Oh she is such the romantic ;)
The village of Godric’s Hollow had not changed much in the 12 years that Sirius Black had last visited it. The town was just as quiet, houses were still as cozy, and the pub was as crowded with muggles as it ever had been. The only difference was a certain cottage now left in ruins, although it haunted Sirius’ memories with an unshaken clarity. There was also the gravestone erected in honor of James and Lily Potter.
Sirius’ paws left deep prints as he trudged through the snow towards the graveyard of Godric’s Hollow. Few people were out on the streets due to such frigid temperatures, and if one happened to look out of their window, they’d pity the sight of the skinny, stray dog with snow matted into his fur. But Sirius barely took in the temperature. He’d grown used to being outdoors since his escape from Azkaban. His animagus form was also quite furry, protecting him from the cold most of the time when he was unable to find shelter for the night. To Sirius, it could have mattered less if he was dying of hypothermia or not. He was going to see them. He was going to pay his respects to Lily and James no matter what it took.
The gate to the graveyard creaked as Sirius slipped through. Although not large, it took him a while to brush snow off of the stones with his paws to read the names carved there. There was no doubt in Sirius’ mind they were buried here. This had been their home, where they’d been happiest. Even though it had ended in Godric’s Hollow, they’d started their family here. One that could have grown and expanded but had been ripped apart in the most horrible manner.
As soon as Sirius saw the date of March 27th, James’ birthday, appear under the snow, he knew. This was where his best friends were buried. Sirius frantically clawed at the stone until every word etched was visible. He read it with such intensity that a passerby would have stopped and stared and wondered, was that dog actually reading? But soon Sirius tore his eyes away and let out a low whine. His ears were flattened as he padded over to the frigid stone and rested his head against it. Closing his eyes, Sirius apologized to the bodies resting a couple of feet below him. He was sorry he had been so late- 12 years late- to pay his respects to them. Sirius could almost hear James chuckling and saying, "Always had to be fashionably late, huh, Padfoot?"
He apologized for being the reason they were nothing but bones now. Even though he’d been apologizing for that ever since October 31st of 1981, it was somehow comforting to know he’d been able to deliver it to their final resting place. That was all he was able to do now. He couldn’t voice his respects out loud in his human form and he couldn’t leave them flowers. So he lay down, his legs folding beside him for warmth. The ice on his tangled, dark fur glistened as Sirius shivered. His stomach was aching with hunger and his mouth scratching with thirst. Yet, curled up against the gravestone of James and Lily Potter, Sirius felt secure. It was like they were watching over him, with Lily giggling at how he probably needed a bath and James joking about his fleas. As the snow fell around him and the grave of his best friends, Sirius felt at peace for the first time in years.
Magnussen is like a shark. It’s the only way I can describe him. Have you ever been to the shark tank at the London Aquarium? Stood up close to the glass. Those floating flat faces, those dead eyes. That’s what he is.
if you give kids zero restrictions they’ll become the nicest fucking kids ever who never do drugs or get into trouble i know because my parents let me do nothing but eat chicken nuggets all day and read hentai until 4am and i am a straight A student
Seriously though this seems to be the case with a ton of people I know, if you don’t restrict them all the time they actually do better and are mentally healthier
WHY DON’T PARENTS UNDERSTAND THIS?!?
When Sherlock’s saying all that bullshit stuff about why Mary shot him I always think back to ‘That’s your weakness. You want everything to be clever.’ And that’s why I refuse to believe a word he says.
Okay but let’s get something straight: Mary didn’t just try to kill Sherlock once. Right here, at this very moment, we have a proof she would do it again. I really don’t know if there’s anything else you need to know about her.
I wish we could see John’s face during this moment. His wife is pulling a gun on him. His wife who he thought was ordinary, is pulling a gun on him whilst intending to shoot his best friend. John, my poor John, I need to hug you or something.
This is what I keep saying, people.