So um I am perhaps too obsessed with piercings and tattoos and just got a vertical labret piercing randomly today.
I haven’t been on Tumblr for a while, I’ve been busy with life…life sucks, take me back Tumblr!
I mean really.
JUST LET ME DANCE WITH THESE MEN
PLEASE PRETTY PLEASE *SOBS*
I’d be sassy as fuck and bro-y too
Can we appreciate SEBASTIAN dancing please?
Buckingham Palace has had its share of intruder alerts over the years, but never has royal security been threatened by anything as formidable as a Dalek – until today.
Thankfully, no fewer than four Doctor Whos materialised to prevent the Queen being exterminated as they attended a reception to celebrate the 50th anniversary of the BBC series.
Tom Baker, Peter Davison, Matt Smith and John Hurt – who plays a previously unknown “dark” incarnation of the Time Lord in this weekend’s anniversary edition – were among the guests invited to the Palace by the Countess of Wessex.
The Countess told the four Doctors that she was a fan of the series as a child, watching it with her brother, David, though she insisted she was “braver than him”.
Tom Baker, 79, who played the Doctor from 1974 to 1981, said: “She told me I was her favourite Doctor, which is very thrilling and very flattering and I will probably never recover.”
you can bet your ass he apologized at least fifty times, then got her fifty different types of candy and cried himself to sleep also asked for a body double to do the pushing for him
About three things I was absolutely positive. First, I had a pokemon. Second, there was a part of me - and I didn’t know how dominant that part might be - that wanted to be the very best, like no one ever was. Third, Gary Oak was unconditionally and irrevocably a douchenozzle.
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How old are you?
How long have you been ten?
HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN TEN
Misty looked at Ash, his breathing still heavy from carrying her on his bike as fast as he could through the long grass outside of Pallet Town.
“Your eyes are impossibly huge and black,” Misty said. “Your hair is… incredibly pointy, and doesn’t need product. Your face changes size and shape based on your feelings… and sometimes you speak like - like you’re from the 90’s. You never spend money on anything; you don’t go to the bathroom.”
The silence hung there, thick and heavy like a Snorlax blocking the bike path.
“How old are you?” Misty asked, not sure if she wanted to know.
“Ten,” Ash replied, with a slight smirk and an almost amused tone.
Misty new that wasn’t true. Ash wasn’t like the other boys her age. He wasn’t even like her older sisters who ran the gym in Cerulean City. He was wiser and his passion was genuine.
Ash didn’t just want to catch them all, he needed to. He was going to be the best there ever was no matter how long it took, which gave Misty this nagging in the back of her mind. She had to know for sure.
“How long have you been ten?” she asked. Her voice weak, knowing full well the answer could change everything she thought she knew.
“A while…” Ash said. His voice trailing off, as if he were losing himself in a flood of memories.
Misty let out a faint gasp. She knew now. She was certain.
“I know what you are,” she declared, as if whatever had been holding her back from accepting the truth, finally let go of her hand and let her fall right down the Diglett hole.
Ash eyes were alive now, flickering like the flame on a Charmander’s tale.
He stared right into her and said, ”Say it… out loud. Say it.”
Misty’s heart was pounding louder than the thud of a Marowak’s bone club attack.
Despite the now eerily silent meadow, she could barely be heard as she whispered, “Pokemon Trainer.”
OH MY LORD HELP