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The fact that we all know what this means really says something about our social lives
you should all go to your blogs and hover over them
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Josh Peck does it again
Fuck sake Josh
In my head this totally probes my headcannon. If River is half-Time Lord and had the ability to regenerate, wouldn’t Donna have the ability to regenerate as well? Then it finally hit me.
Amy IS Donna
Donna regenerated into a seven year old ginger girl (this is also my theory of why the Doctor is still not ginger… Donna/Amy stole it). Donna’s regeneration power protected her brain by resetting it, so her brain wouldn’t explode if she heard of the Doctor. This explains how Amy didn’t know about the Daleks or anything else. However, protecting her mind used up all her regeneration power. This is also the reason Amy’s mind is so powerful. For example, she was able to imagine the Doctor back to life.
Now if Donna’s brain is wiped, how did she get to be Amy? Well when she was found with absolutely no idea of who she was and a Scottish accent, the authorities told her her name was Amelia Pond and that her parents died, and that she now lived with her aunt, who in real life was he adoptive mother. This and her mind is why her “parents” look so different from her. She imagined them to look that way, based off what she thought her parents should look like and her “aunt.”
future reference
I’m going to do this one day wjrthkwjeth
my dad draws pictures in the pancakes every time he makes them. He does the drawing with a spoon. The best way to do it is to separate out the batter you’re going to be drawing with (just take a quarter of a cup or so) and mix in a little extra sugar and water (so it cooks faster). Draw the design with a spoon. Let that cook a little and then fill in the rest (you can even go completely over the lines). Let the pancake cook, flip it over and, hopefully, you’ll have a cute pancake!
48 years ago a girl said “oh fuck me” to her best friend while walking in the street, a guy who randomly passed by answered by “let me at least buy you dinner first”. I present to you my grandparents, in love since then and celebrating their 47 years of marriage today.
baby sloths taking a bath.
highlights include: squeaking, flower-eating
I Will Always Love You
sometimes i like to sit and think that dirk has a really really nice singing voice…
i stumbled across this cover and it kinda struck a cord and i ended up making this
i almost wrote a short story to go along with it but then realized i suck at writing things….
shrug
hope you like
cover of this song can be found here
EDIT: I FIXED IT SO THE PICTURE WOULD SHOW P ON SOME BLOGS SJDAJDHAKJS
Ok, So I’m really tearing up here just thinking that Dirk is singing this to Jake, that after everything that happened between the two of them, after Jake running off, after the fiasco with the trickster, he sings this to him, because he still loves him, he still cares for him.
I just, I just really can’t
HERE I’LL WRITE SOMETHING FOR YOU LITTLE SHITS FOR MAKING ME CRY:
You know he’s doing just fine without you.
He’s probably off gallivanting in a forest, a gun in each hand, and a smile on his face, and he probably hasn’t thought of you in the eight months it’s been since the game ended, and you all ended up creating this new world to live in.
He probably doesn’t even deserve to think of you at this point.
Because he deserves better than to think of you.
Sure, you were the one to actually break up with him…while he was tripping on some candy-colored drugs or some nonsense.
Sure, he was the one who kept running away, kept avoiding…But you were the one smothering him, the one pushing him.
And sure, you two didn’t talk after all the shit with Condesce and Jade went down, even though you were clearly fearing for his life—fearing for it much more than your own.
And he sure as hell didn’t get to see you cry when it was all over, when you could finally rest and have a place to call home—-You’re a Strider, and you hide that shit well, but you especially hide it from someone you love deeply.
You sometimes hear stories from Jane and Roxy—he’s off exploring (without you), watching movies (without you), and going on about how life is grand (without you). They keep telling you to talk to him, to try and explain that you both fucked up (and you know it), and that you just want to talk (really, really want to talk), and maybe start over (not maybe, you love him, it was real, it was there, it was supposed to be-).
But you never get the Heart to.
Each time you imagine doing it, you can see him in your mind laughing at you, saying ‘you’re the bloke who broke it off, and you want to fix it’? Or worse, you see him crying, and you’re breaking his heart all over again, and that’s just so much worse-
But you’re still here, in this studio.
Pushing the record button, and singing.
You don’t really know why—you’re just making a recording of a song Jake always used to cry over whenever you watched this stupid movie…
But it makes you think of him. Of how he always would smile at you, and try and steal your shades and ruffle up your hair.
It makes you think of how you never got past kissing, and how you still wish you could have had at least a first-time memory to keep you warm at night.
It’s hard not to cry while you sing, because you used to imagine that once everything was all over, you would make a home with him and the girls, and you could sing to him at night, strumming a guitar, playing a piano, anything…Jake always loved music.
But you record it—a lone track, a lone message, and one last chance.
And you slip the CD into an envelope, and sneak to the home base he has miles away, miles away in a city you know by heart because you just had to know about the town he’s living in now.
And you leave the envelope in his mailbox, letting out a sigh.
Because yeah, he is doing just fine without you.
But you still hope he plays that CD and gives you a second chance.
*cries* I NEEDED THIS IN MY LIFE
*huddles in a corner to drown myself in the feels and tears that this one and only song has just brought me because I am on tumblr at 1 am and scrolling through my ship tags*
Professor : You are a Christian, aren’t you, son?
Student : Yes, sir.
Professor: So, you believe in GOD?
Student : Absolutely, sir.
Professor : Is GOD good?
Student : Sure.
Professor: Is GOD all powerful?
Student : Yes.
Professor: My brother died of cancer even though he prayed to GOD to heal him. Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But GOD didn’t. How is this GOD good then? Hmm?
(Student was silent.)
Professor: You can’t answer, can you ? Let’s start again, young fella. Is GOD good?
Student : Yes.
Professor: Is satan good?
Student : No.
Professor: Where does satan come from?
Student : From … GOD …
Professor: That’s right. Tell me son, is there evil in this world?
Student : Yes.
Professor: Evil is everywhere, isn’t it ? And GOD did make everything. Correct?
Student : Yes
Professor: So who created evil ?
(Student did not answer.)
Professor: Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things exist in the world, don’t they?
Student : Yes, sir.
Professor: So, who created them ?
(Student had no answer.)
Professor: Science says you have 5 Senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Tell me, son, have you ever seen GOD?
Student : No, sir.
Professor: Tell us if you have ever heard your GOD?
Student : No , sir.
Professor: Have you ever felt your GOD, tasted your GOD, smell your GOD? Have you ever had any sensory perception of GOD for that matter?
Student : No, sir. I’m afraid I haven’t.
Professor: Yet you still believe in Him?
Student : Yes.
Professor : According to Empirical, Testable, Demonstrable Protocol, Science says your GOD doesn’t exist. What do you say to that, son?
Student : Nothing. I only have my faith.
Professor: Yes, faith. And that is the problem Science has.
Student : Professor, is there such a thing as heat?
Professor: Yes.
Student : And is there such a thing as cold?
Professor: Yes.
Student : No, sir. There isn’t.
(The lecture theatre became very quiet with this turn of events.)
Student : Sir, you can have lots of heat, even more heat, superheat, mega heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat. But we don’t have anything called cold. We can hit 458 degrees below zero which is no heat, but we can’t go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold. Cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it.
(There was pin-drop silence in the lecture theater.)
Student : What about darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as darkness?
Professor: Yes. What is night if there isn’t darkness?
Student : You’re wrong again, sir. Darkness is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light. But if you have no light constantly, you have nothing and its called darkness, isn’t it? In reality, darkness isn’t. If it is, were you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn’t you?
Professor: So what is the point you are making, young man?
Student : Sir, my point is your philosophical premise is flawed.
Professor: Flawed ? Can you explain how?
Student : Sir, you are working on the premise of duality. You argue there is life and then there is death, a good GOD and a bad GOD. You are viewing the concept of GOD as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, Science can’t even explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life: just the absence of it. Now tell me, Professor, do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?
Professor: If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, yes, of course, I do.
Student : Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?
(The Professor shook his head with a smile, beginning to realize where the argument was going.)
Student : Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor. Are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you not a scientist but a preacher?
(The class was in uproar.)
Student : Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the Professor’s brain?
(The class broke out into laughter.)
Student : Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor’s brain, felt it, touched or smelt it? No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established Rules of Empirical, Stable, Demonstrable Protocol, Science says that you have no brain, sir. With all due respect, sir, how do we then trust your lectures, sir?
(The room was silent. The Professor stared at the student, his face unfathomable.)
Professor: I guess you’ll have to take them on faith, son.
Student : That is it sir… Exactly ! The link between man and GOD is FAITH. That is all that keeps things alive and moving.
That student was Albert Einstein.
