1. 02 June 2012 · 10:10 PM ·
    as-though-i-could-fly asked: The Tenth Doctor or the Eleventh Doctor?

    I love both so much. But for me its always gonna be the Eleventh Doctor. And the only reason its so is because in the first minute he was on screen he became the Doctor. With Nine it wasn’t until the last episode that I was like “I love this man. He is the Doctor.” Then with Ten it took a few episodes. But with Eleven it was almost instantaneous. I can’t explain it, but to me he is everything that the Doctor should be.

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  3. 02 June 2012 · 09:37 PM · 13,804 notes

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    celebmegil:

    I think it’s kinda appropriate to bring this back again…

    Re-blogging for relevance

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  7. 02 June 2012 · 07:42 PM · 1,232 notes

    Doesn’t he?

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  8. 02 June 2012 · 07:15 PM · 34,893 notes
    [Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

    tallestsilver:

    unwinona:

    THERE IS NO GIF TO SHOW HOW HARD I AM LAUGHING RIGHT NOW

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  9. 02 June 2012 · 06:43 PM · 21,485 notes

    Give me any two fictional characters and I’ll tell you which I’d rather date.

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    whatanoodle:

    DO IT.

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  10. 02 June 2012 · 06:17 PM · 80,680 notes
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    Reblog if you’re old enough to get this

    Laughter.  Horrified laughter.

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  11. 02 June 2012 · 05:50 PM · 278 notes
    mrpink627: Maybe Tomorrow- by ME. mrpink627 (request from ANON Peeta baking) Peeta: I heard an excited giggle and the sound of running footsteps approaching the bakery. Glancing up from the elbow deep dough I was working with, I saw her. She looked uncomfortable as she slowly crept up to the window following her elated sister. I had been working up the nerve to say something to her since I threw that bread last year. I was good at talking to people, why should she be any different? So I did the only thing I could think of doing. I quickly dropped out of sight praying she didn’t see me.Katniss: I could barely hear Prim admiring the cakes in the bakery. The ones I could never actually get for her. The only thing that I could concentrate on was the sickening curdle I felt rising through my stomach. I thought I saw him working at the counter…maybe it was just my guilt manifesting itself into the boy I couldn’t bring myself to thank after all this time. The corners of my lips curled upwards at the thought of it, making me feel worse. My little canary stopped chirping, signaling that I had spaced out. I turn my head away from the place the boy with the bread stood and look down at my sister who is staring at me with what I can only describe as a knowing look. I rearrange my face as quickly as I can and grab her hand, leading her home.  

    mrpink627:

    Maybe Tomorrow- by ME. mrpink627 (request from ANON Peeta baking)

    Peeta: I heard an excited giggle and the sound of running footsteps approaching the bakery. Glancing up from the elbow deep dough I was working with, I saw her. She looked uncomfortable as she slowly crept up to the window following her elated sister. I had been working up the nerve to say something to her since I threw that bread last year. I was good at talking to people, why should she be any different? So I did the only thing I could think of doing. I quickly dropped out of sight praying she didn’t see me.
    Katniss: I could barely hear Prim admiring the cakes in the bakery. The ones I could never actually get for her. The only thing that I could concentrate on was the sickening curdle I felt rising through my stomach. I thought I saw him working at the counter…maybe it was just my guilt manifesting itself into the boy I couldn’t bring myself to thank after all this time. The corners of my lips curled upwards at the thought of it, making me feel worse. My little canary stopped chirping, signaling that I had spaced out. I turn my head away from the place the boy with the bread stood and look down at my sister who is staring at me with what I can only describe as a knowing look. I rearrange my face as quickly as I can and grab her hand, leading her home.  

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  12. 02 June 2012 · 05:24 PM · 10,808 notes

    gilgunian:

    Thanks, Jethro.

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  15. 02 June 2012 · 03:56 PM · 24,565 notes
    as-though-i-could-fly: theepichumor: Follow this blog, you will love it on your dashboard Or gone…. Just gone is good. But gone where I know it’s gone. Not disapeared. That’s worse.

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    theepichumor:

    Follow this blog, you will love it on your dashboard


    Or gone…. Just gone is good. But gone where I know it’s gone. Not disapeared. That’s worse.

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