realizing im basically mr.crocker when someone mentions my fandom in public
realizing im basically mr.crocker when someone mentions my fandom in public
I’m like 5000% done. NCIS ruined my life, Criminal Minds shattered my soul, and Doctor Who shattered my mind. I have nothing left to
live forgive.
don’t even a lie for a second we all though the doctor’s name was please
If I hadn’t already known where they just were before this I would have been 5000% sure they just came back from having sex in the bathroom
Who says they didn’t make a quick stop on the way back?
(Source: tonyandzivauk)
I SHAT MYSELF SO HARD WHEN I FIRST SAW THIS
APPARENTLY SULFUR HEXAFLORIDE TURNS YOU INTO SATAN
I AM JUST LYING HERE LAUGHING AND MY DOG IS STARING AT ME SHES SO SCARED
SCIENTIFIC HAHAHAHAHAand then nobody ever needed voice filters again
I’M DYING LAUGHING DFSLKJWLJDSFLKJEWLFKJSDFDSF
(Source: wilwheaton)
really tho the fictional character that’s been treated the worst by its writers is Scrat
(Source: riddlemetom)
“Proof” updated version.
STOP IT I’M FREAKING OUT
I am both scared and excited
LET’S NOT FORGET THE FUCKING DALEK EYESTALK THAT WASHED UP IN FLORIDA
Or the Utah Cave Painting resembling the TARDIS~
let me repost this again
Not to mention the fact Mars is full of water.
Ladies and gentlemen, Gallifrey
Remember those things the Master had? So:
Crack in time?
HE LIVES.
So now I’m just gonna sit down and wait.
i just nearly fell down the stairs running to tell my dad that the doctor is real and that the internet has proof…
let’s not forget about this painting that has been made in 1959.It looks like Amy and Rory who actually lived somewhere around that time
This is my favorite post ever
Everytime I see this post again, it has been updated with lots more information that seriously make me if all is real.
It is real.
(Source: frilencer)
Banana by the each
(I’m running errands for my pregnant wife. While walking to a nearby store, I see two teenagers harassing a child that is only four or five years old. I shoo them away from the boy, and he introduces himself.)
“So, where’s your mom at?”
“She’s in the store. Do you have kids?”
“Not yet. We’re expecting a baby girl soon, though.”
“Well, she’s going to turn out nice, like you! So, I’m going to marry her someday!”
(I laugh, and play along while I bring him to the service desk, and wait until his mom picks him up. Six years later, my daughter comes home from school and introduces us to a friend that defended her against a bully on the playground. I didn’t recognize him, but he certainly knew who I was!)