ferntree:

Sam’s had a bad day. 

Gene’s lips will make it better! >:D

thatartyholmesian:

thecumbermaster:

iamsonotahipster:

Gallifreyan translation of one of Hamlet’s soliloquies.

To die, to sleep— 
To sleep—perchance to dream. Ay, there’s the rub! 
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come

There are no words for what seeing this did to me.

NERDGASM

badgersottersandllamas:

prydonian-poet:

Lmao.

Fuck yeah I’m Sam’s Jacket.

The Quattro. I can roll with that.

starbuckmacguff:

SO. Prydonian-Poet posted the pic above of John. That was step one.

Step two? Crystalsoulslayer’s dialogue contribution: 

“Mm, David. You’re dripping.”

NOT MY FAULT. DIDN’T START IT. Beneath a cut due to being NC-17 LYKE WHOAH.

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Excuse me I’m just going to dnaksngakjfnbkjf

shakingtambourine:

<3

rude-and-ginger:

I’ve been neglecting my Mister Master.

torrencethehalfwit:

Cal: Ready?
Anne: Ready.
Cal: [starts CD player] Go.
Anne: I’ve had too much to drink. Erm. Thingy.
Cal: You don’t know, do you? You’re craaaap.
Anne: Dirty Vegas.
Cal: Yeah. Album?
Anne: “Dirty Vegas”.
Cal: Yeah. Track?
Anne: …”Lost not Found”.
Cal: Oh, fifteen seconds. Borderline Alzheimer’s.

Rather love this scene, and only partly because of John’s expressions.

ridethekick:

brotha:

Keeley Hawes + TARDIS = automatic win.

Exactly my point.

bolly-knickers:

wewilldream:

fuckyeahashestoashes:jeremybrettfan:

thelastdaysoflost:

Life on Mars/LOST

well, this is a fine how-do-you-do