a few words suffice..

(Source: billiepiperonline)

Reblogged from thebadddestwolf (Originally from billiepiperonline)

irectumofglory:

London Film & Comic Con - I Just Want To Be a Superhero

HARLEY CHASING DEADPOOL AND THEN DRAGGING HIM WITH TANK GIRL. XENA AND CAPTAIN JACK SPARROW. THE TODD HIGH FIVING PEOPLE. CLOCKWORK ROBOTS. THAT DREAMY CAPTAIN AMERICA.

Reblogged from the-starkster (Originally from rectumofglory)

a-is-for-always:

Saw this on facebook, thought I’d share…

a-is-for-always:

Saw this on facebook, thought I’d share…

Reblogged from ohmyrowlingitsharrypotter (Originally from a-is-for-always)

this-puppy-flies:

In the dream, I still see her.

Reblogged from thebadddestwolf (Originally from this-puppy-flies)

starkpad:

was that the sound of dishes breaking or was it my fragile and broken heart after seeing this

(Source: letsgetdowney)

Reblogged from davdtnnant (Originally from letsgetdowney)

blueboxtraveller:

Give me someone I like."

The wavering projection instantly transported him back to the first time they’d been separated by the void. The months he spent trying to find a way across the void before accepting that he could only send an image. No touch. The last time Rose’s image had been in the console room was when he had burned up a sun just to see her one last time, to tell her goodbye. And he never even got the chance. He didn’t get to tell her the words that he tried to get out, the ones she deserved to hear.

He thought she knew, thought that it really wasn’t necessary to say it but one look at her face during that aborted goodbye told him otherwise. She needed to hear it, needed to know because she was sure of her feeling, brave like she always was in being able to tell him, but her eyes were vulnerable. She didn’t know for sure that he loved her.

New him, new room, same feelings. But this time when he fell apart, Rose wasn’t there to put the pieces back together. (excerpts from fic by perfectlyrose)

Reblogged from thebadddestwolf (Originally from blueboxtraveller)

ohmygodwhatarethings:

In preparation for easter, I present to you the hollow chocolate TARDIS. Whoo! doctorwho look!

Reblogged from doctorwho (Originally from ohmygodwhatarethings)

(Source: paulwelsey)

Reblogged from davdtnnant (Originally from paulwelsey)

(Source: ruebella-b)

Reblogged from abadplanwellexecuted (Originally from ruebella-b)

Waking up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, like, David Tennant saying ‘this is the end!’

Billie Piper re: having loads of Doctor Who nightmares, Awesomecon DC, 04-20-14 (via re-sile)

Reblogged from thebadddestwolf (Originally from re-sile)

Eros/Thanatos

lostinfic:

Prompt from TheBadddestWolf: Belle x Hardy; teeth marks

Rating: NC-17

Author’s note: That awkward moment when a smutty fic turns into an essay on Freud’s death drive. Psychology was never sexier.

I’m sorry this took so long, I kept changing my mind but on the bright side I have enough material for at least two more Belle x Hardy fics.

On Ao3

It’s the last time. He’s told himself that before but it never really felt like it until now. Maybe it’s because he told her so this time. Eight months, his second longest relationship. But now he’s going to give his marriage a second chance. It’s the right thing to do (and it’s easier than facing his darker impulses).

It started innocently enough, an imperative need to blow off steam, to get some control back in his life after being confined to a debilitating desk job in Scotland Yard. She was the most prodigious woman to ever give herself to him – albeit for a fee – and he took it all. The price he paid was both financial and emotional. It was worth it to be transformed, painted in shades of Belle.

The more they met, the more insatiable they became, greedily tearing each other apart. And the control they thought they craved, they lost to something far less cerebral.

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Reblogged from lostinfic

Satellites →

his-braveheart:

Summary: She thinks of satellites and airplanes, and stars too heavy to hold anyone’s wishes. Eight/Rose.

A/N: This idea popped into my head and just wouldn’t go away. A little rewrite of the DW movie, with Rose as the companion.

Ships: The Doctor (Eight)/Rose Tyler.

Reblogged from rishidiams (Originally from his-braveheart)

thebadddestwolf:

ALERT ALERT BILLIE IS IN A DRESS & BLAZER

thebadddestwolf:

ALERT ALERT BILLIE IS IN A DRESS & BLAZER

Reblogged from thebadddestwolf

nymre:

more Cho because I can u-u. SHE’S JUST SO CUTE

nymre:

more Cho because I can u-u. SHE’S JUST SO CUTE

Reblogged from obliviators (Originally from nymre)

lostinfic:

Almost Famous AU

Sitting behind his typewriter, his eyes wander over the clusters of Polaroid photos scattered across his desk, each one a fixed point in time, a second of his crazy life these past few months. His article for the Rolling Stone is due tomorrow but he finds himself wanting to tell a different story. Not the antics and conflicts of an up and coming rock band but the story of the fans. The most authentic and crazy people he’s ever met. And he wants to write about Her because she’s all he can think about. 

They’re not groupies, they’re Band-aids and her real name is not Penny Lane. They will save Rock N Roll.

He picks up his favourite picture, one that was carefully propped up on his desk lamp. It’s a photo they took of themselves on his first night backstage. It’s not a particularly good one, it’s blurry and off-center but it reminds him of what happened next. That kiss. The kiss that made him feel the turn of the Earth, the ground beneath his feet spinning at a thousand miles an hour. And the entire planet hurtling around the Sun at 67 000 miles an hour. 

They were falling through a world of sex, drugs and rock n roll, clinging to the skin of this tiny, little moment, that spark and if they’d let go…

He hopes she doesn’t forget him.

Reblogged from lostinfic