Remember that time that Black Widow and Captain America banded together to steal the answers to the SATs?
#NEVER NEVER NEVER FORGET NINE #nine who thought that everyone was important #nine who took a regular girl with a regular job #and told people that he took with him #and that was rose tyler #the ninth doctor who got along with jack harkness #the ninth doctor who tore apart the galaxy in fire and rage #then patched it back up better #nine who looked at rose like she was the most important thing in the galaxy #nine who was born from war #and beat the horror of his regeneration #who bettered himself #who lived up to the name of #nine was so so important #nine was my doctor #my first doctor #nine pulled me in to this insane show about monsters #and made me believe that there would always be someone #despite the odds #despite everything working against them #that would care #that would fix the wrong #that would save the world #nine is my doctor #and he should be yours too (via)
I think this is why Moffat’s run bothers me. Twice, the Doctor runs into “the most important person in the universe”.
A couple weeks ago, I wrote a personal blog post that for me was a kind of “coming out,” sharing with my friends and followers that I have been dealing with depression for the last fifteen years. It was both nerve wracking and empowering to reveal the details of my reality: my constant negative and suicidal thoughts, my tendency to avoid going outside for weeks on end, my panic attacks and crying fits that seem to come out of nowhere.“I’m Zeba,” I wrote in the post. “Sometimes, I feel really sad, and it sucks… But that is not who I am.” It felt good to walk in my truth, to acknowledge my illness but also assert that it didn’t define who I am.A month later, a visit to a doctor threw my little “A-ha” moment into a confusing new light. After a two-hour evaluation during which I answered question after invasive question about my daily routines, medical history, and my mental state, the doctor looked at me and casually said, “So, it looks like you have Social Anxiety Disorder. Also, Bipolar II.” Suddenly, what I had convinced myself was my “truth” had changed, taking on a lot of connotations that I wasn’t fully comfortable with.We all know there’s a stigma around mental illness, but what’s rarely discussed is how there are levels to that stigma — especially when you’re black. For years, I grew up with the unspoken understanding that to be a black woman meant to be strong. I’d watch my single mother work three jobs, struggle to pay bills, to feed me and my sister, and simultaneously wonder why I couldn’t muster up the same stoicism and grace. I’d watch my older sister, a beautiful, bubbly and outgoing overachiever, and wonder why unlike her, I often found being around other people terrifying and debilitating…
i already regret writing this but TOO LATE!!!!
please retweet, facebook, reblog so i don’t feel like a loser for putting my shit out there ON APRIL FOOLS DAY NO LESS
Anonymous asked: What makes you think that Clarice/Hannibal is better than Will/Hannibal or even Alana/Hannibal? Personally I don't want Clarice coming into the show because she is a generic character who will take screen time away from the amazing Will/Hannibal relationship that has been the main focus of the series. Will/Hannibal needs to stay as the main dynamic. I think Alana is a good enough fill in for Clarice.
This is so every shade of wrong I can’t even comprehend.
Keep in mind there are many fangirls out there that consider any female character generic. They don’t want to think of them as people with their own lives and stories and agency, they’re just annoyances that get in the way of shipping male characters together. See also: Supernatural. I really hope the Hannibal fans don’t go down this road.
it looks like he just popped out of a pokeball omg
Or out of one of those giant birthday cakes.
Like everyone is stood around at the party and the cake gets wheeled in and everyone starts singing..
“Happy Birthday to y-“
“…Are you the stripper?”
“…I am a God you dull creature.”
*casually brushes cake frosting off cape*
This caption. I can’t. I need this because reasons.
Your wish… My two hours down the drain.
OMFG it got better
Loki the frosting giant
THE FROSTING GIANT
"Well, if it isn’t Ethyl Barrymore."
The Batman Hilton, 1967
Dick, leave the poor woman alone. She’s like 7 years older than you.
Note that Dick doesn’t seem fazed by seeing a girl wearing his outfit
Batman is maintaining a good poker face, but I imagine there’s a certain part of his mind changing gears without a clutch going “DO NOT GO THERE BRUCE… YOU CANNOT HAVE THOUGHTS LIKE THAT ABOUT THAT COSTUME… EVER…. IT WOULD BE A BAD THING A VERY BAD THING A BADBADBADBADBAD THING!”
Conrad Hilton, providing the link I’ve always wanted between Batman and Mad Men.
Reblogged for last comment.
Same. Connie has a thing for screwing with the heads of dudes whose secret identity is Dick.