wearethefinalproblem:

the-mad-angel-with-a-box:

#Can we all just take a second and think about how Rory’s dad is going to take all this #How the Doctor is going to have to sit him down and tell him what happened #How he won’t believe the Doctor for a moment #How his heart will break when he realizes it isn’t a joke #How his eyes will fill with tears when the Doctor takes him to Rory and Amy’s grave #How the Doctor will stand in the doorway of the TARDIS with his pained expression as he watches Brian grieve over his lost son and daughter-in-law #How Brian will make a small last speech to Rory using golf analogies #Telling him how great of a son he was #Thanking him for opening up a world of traveling and unimaginable oportunies for him #Saying goodbye while his voice cracks because he’s trying so hard not to let the tears stream down his face #He never thought that he would out-live his son #And then the Doctor takes him home #And Brian Williams never travels again

#and the doctor feels nothing but suffocating guilt #because brian hurts so much #so every year on the anniversary of their death he sends brian a bouquet of flowers and a plane ticket to new york #so he can go visit his son’s grave #brian never really forgives the doctor but every year he goes #and every year there are beautiful blue flowers #ones the doctor leaves #and brian adds his own #green #because they remind him of his son’s eyes #every time rory would look up at him as a child when he got home from work #so happy to see his dad #every time they’d sit on the couch and see those eyes spark with life talking about amy #the woman he loved #about how lucky he got dad #’dad I was so lucky the person I loved all my life loves me too’ #brian will never again see his son smile or cry #and every year he goes #until the day the doctor no longer sends any flowers #because that day the doctor goes alone to visit #and there are two graves now #because brian is finally reunited with his son again

Doctor Who: Behind the Scenes → 13/100

“Whoever I marry, has to wear a kilt.”

mfnazgul:

I tell myself, all the time, that they’re not real. That even if they were, I’d be able to handle it, I know what they are and how they work, and besides, it’s not like they actually kill you. They let you live, really, until you’re dead. Just like any other person, you live until you don’t any more, even if it means that you’ll never see your friends and family again. What they do isn’t painful, isn’t hurtful, isn’t even bad, not really. It’s just inevitable, and that’s maybe the worst part. Knowing that there is nothing to be done is harder than anything else.

They are not scary, and they are not real. They’re just images. But the likeness of an angel is an angel itself, and I can’t help but wonder how it is that they’ve so thoroughly invaded my brain as to make me afraid of something that used to make me feel wonder and joy. It’s irrational, and I don’t want to be afraid. I am afraid of them because meeting one would make me afraid, and I hate fear.

They’re fear itself, really. They are the strange and scary-not-scary figures that linger in my peripheral vision, that make me afraid to look behind me, because seeing it, knowing, would be worse than having it come from no where. It’s better not to know, in the end. Not to have to stare down your worst nightmare and know that you’re going to die before you even got the chance to live. And the worst part? You can’t look away, or you’ll die all the faster. Closing your eyes just lets them come closer, because “if I can’t see you, you can’t see me” doesn’t apply to the real world. With them, you can’t look away for a second, you can’t even blink, blink and you’re dead.

I know that they are not real. I know it in the logical part of my mind, but that doesn’t stop me from flinching whenever I see statues with empty eyes, or checking out my window to make sure that there isn’t one watching. It doesn’t stop me from hoping that the Statue of Liberty will always have eyes on it, that there are always lights on in the parts of the world populated by figures of angels. It doesn’t matter that I know that they’re just pictures, just imagination. Because to me, they are creatures of fear, and there is nothing to be done.

kholendx78:

goseimasquerade:

This made me laugh probably more than it should have..XD

Lmfao I totally forgot about this

Sherlock Holmes: New Banner & Two Posters For ‘Elementary’

snowglobe-s:

“Every time we flew away with the Doctor, we’d just become part of his life. But he never stood still long enough to become part of ours.”

3-7/50 Pictures of Tom Hardy

jetgirl78:

The best four minute ship EVER!

ukdrwatson:

Mother Watson

More like Husband, and therefore, Caretaker Watson. - JW