Obsessions, obsessions...

doctorwho:

“Is that supposed to be Heathrow?”

The Crimson Horror, The Visitation

casualremindersaboutjeanvaljean:

casual reminder that jean valjean learned how to read and write in prison so that he could gain more of an edge in seeking revenge against the people who caused him to waste 19 years of his life but what he actually ended up doing with this skill was bringing the economy of a seaside town back to life and teaching a little girl the alphabet

devil-inher-angeleyes: mc-lovin-7936: Lightning slowed down at 10,000 frames per second. That is one of the coolest things I’ve ever seen

devil-inher-angeleyes:

mc-lovin-7936:

Lightning slowed down at 10,000 frames per second.

That is one of the coolest things I’ve ever seen

little-crisscolfer: This photo comforts me so much whenever Chill shippers have failed riots. Loads of CrissC♥lfer.

little-crisscolfer:

This photo comforts me so much whenever Chill shippers have failed riots.

Loads of CrissC♥lfer.

dapperdick: dinojay: Dear Blaine,  I had a dream last night…. I was on the Dalton quad, in the middle of spring - it couldn’t have been more than a few weeks past when we first kissed, because I was only in my light sweater and my bag-that-clashes-with-winter, but I digress -  Pavarotti was there.  He flew down from near that big ash tree- the one we buried him under - and landed on my hand. He was friendlier than he ever was in life, of course; he just turned his head and looked at me, utterly silent, but - happy. Happy and waiting, like there was something he was anticipating, just on the edge of the horizon, and I was a part of it.  And I don’t believe in souls, let alone the soul of that dang bird with its chirping at three am and the way it was allergic to glitter, but - I believe in you. And I believe in us.  And I think I’m ready. Will you go to the wedding with me?  Love, Kurt Jay, you rude little minx. Who said you were allowed to hurt my heart like this?

dapperdick:

dinojay:

Dear Blaine, 

I had a dream last night….

I was on the Dalton quad, in the middle of spring - it couldn’t have been more than a few weeks past when we first kissed, because I was only in my light sweater and my bag-that-clashes-with-winter, but I digress - 

Pavarotti was there. 

He flew down from near that big ash tree- the one we buried him under - and landed on my hand. He was friendlier than he ever was in life, of course; he just turned his head and looked at me, utterly silent, but - happy. Happy and waiting, like there was something he was anticipating, just on the edge of the horizon, and I was a part of it. 

And I don’t believe in souls, let alone the soul of that dang bird with its chirping at three am and the way it was allergic to glitter, but -

I believe in you. And I believe in us. 

And I think I’m ready.

Will you go to the wedding with me? 

Love,

Kurt

Jay, you rude little minx. Who said you were allowed to hurt my heart like this?

mersaur:

this hiatus is worse than i thought

littlemissshweir:

Chris and Darren are almost certain to have more scenes together in season 5

And now we wait

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fortuna394:

riveralwaysknew:

can we talk about how Victorian Clara knew to use the word “POND” because she had seen the Ponds throughout his time stream and realised it was the only way to save him.

whilelifepassesby:

petition for klaine to sing just give me a reason by pink because we’re not broken just bent and we can learn to love again