40/100 pictures of Tom Hiddleston
GUYS I JUST HAVE SO MANY AVENGERS FEELINGS AND I DON’T HAVE ENOUGH ACCESS TO THE INTERNET TO EXPRESS THEM.
JUST KNOW THAT IF I DID, I WOULD BE REBLOGGING SO MUCH AVENGERS/LOKI/TOM HIDDLESTON STUFF.
“Do you know why there’s never been a Human-Time Lord meta-crisis before?” Because there can’t be.
#I wonder if this moment ever haunts the Doctor #Every time a companion asks him why his ship looks like a blue box #He has to say ”because the Chameleon Circuit is broken” #But inside he’s thinking that it wouldn’t be have to be broken #Because a wonderful and extraordinary SuperTemp from Chiswick figured out how to fix it #That brilliant woman who was as close to a sister as he would ever get #Who had wanted to stay with him forever #She figured it out #because at the end of the day she always was smarter than the Doctor - about the things that mattered anyway #He knows that even if she had fixed it he probably would have ended up ”accidentally” breaking it again #Because of course he loves his blue box #But she’s gone - she’s forgotten him now #and he’ll never get to accidentally break that Fixed-By-The-Brilliant-Donna-Noble Chameleon Circuit #and he’ll never get to swear it wasn’t his fault and just bad luck and maybe they’ll stop for parts later (a trip he will conveniently forget about) #None of those things will ever happen for him #So he will just have to shrug and tell his companion ”the Chameleon Circuit is broken” #And no he doesn’t know how to fix it - just like he doesn’t know how to fix her #His brilliant almost-sister #His Donna Noble (via winterinthetardis)
In your dreams, they’ll still be there; the Doctor and Amy Pond and the days that never came.
9 favorite pictures of Castiel - asked by the-moose-to-his-pie
#does anyone else ever just…stare at his eyelids? #am i the only one who does this? #they’re just so…pale and pristine #like a fresh snowfall on a tiny hill #and then the dark sweep of his lashes right beside them for the perfect fluttery contrast #yep #eyelid porn
First
“Can you say ‘da-da’? Come on, Sammy! Da-da. ’sreal easy! You can do it!”
The baby just giggled, bearing his baby gums where all those teeth were starting to poke through, and those dimples on his cheeks that Dean liked a whole lot because if he could see those, then Sam was smiling, and he didn’t do too much of that. He was a baby. He cried all the time. Sammy didn’t say anything, though, just pushed his lips out and blew through them, blowing hot air onto Dean’s face. He giggled. ”Thass not what I said, Sammy! C’mon! Da-da! You can do it!”
“Pffffffffff!”
“Oh, Sammy. You’re cute but you’re totally useless! C’mon, say, ‘da-da.’ It’s easy!”
“Dean! Would you quiet the hell down?! I’m tryin’ to concentrate here! Jesus fuckin’ Christ…”
Dean’s entire body seized up as he jumped four feet into the air, startled by John’s loud and innocuous voice echoing through the house.
“Y-Y-Yessir!”
It’s quiet for a moment, dead quiet. Dean feels guilty. He can feel the heat of it pooling in his belly and he wants to curl into a ball and cry because he hates it when John curses, but then Sam reaches out and pulls on Dean’s shirt. It doesn’t mean anything, Sam’s just a baby, but Dean pulls him into his arms anyways and cuddles with him, and that’s when Sam says his first word.
“Dee!” Tiny baby hands reach out and push Dean’s cheeks together, and then Sam laughs. ”Dee! Dee!”
And Dean can’t stay sad for long, so he smiles back, wrapping his hands around Sam’s and pulling them away from his face. ”You’re supposed to say ‘dada.’ Do you listen to anything anyone says, Sammy?”
“Dee.”
“Sammy.”
“Dee!”
“Sammy!”
“Dee.” Sam falls forward into Dean’s arms, tucking his head into the crook of Dean’s shoulder. He falls asleep about two minutes later, and so does Dean, and they stay like that for a while, cuddled and tangled in each other asleep because John doesn’t have the heart to wake them.
Kellsey, 19, NY.