The Metamorphosis

Are fedoras really that bad?

YES YES THEY ARE

Does this count?

my favorite samberg meme is finding weird pictures of him deep in the internet with no context

please feel free to add your favorite no-context pics of sambags below

Clara: Can you guys just TRY and see it from my perspective?

Twelve: *gets on knees*

Missy: *crouches down*

Clara:

Clara: I will kill you both in your sleep.

She's so cute! 😍

Dr. Mae Jemison, MD, the first black woman in space and first actual astronaut to appear on a Star Trek show, one of the very few people on this planet of whom two pictures can be posted depicting them doing their job on a spaceship with entirely different contexts.

Her tea is cold and the cat hasn’t been scratched since Heather left for work six hours ago, but forty-seven student papers are graded and ready to be sent back to the despairing arms of their creators. She checks them over one more time and takes a deep breath. “Sending in three…two…one…and done!” Bill slams the button with more force than a casual observer might think warranted, then startles out of her chair as a wispy figure materializes behind her.

“Heather! Thought you had work all day today.”

“Yes, but every writer has her process. You know me…I can’t stay in one place too long. Unless,” Heather adds, shaking her curls, “my wife is in that place.”

Bill chuckles, tilting her chair back to look Heather in the face. “Kiss?”

“Always,” Heather says, and bends down. Their lips brush for a moment, greeting and affirmation in one.

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translation of bill’s expression: dear old gods and the new, how, pray tell, could this mad man with a phone box get married but I’m still single?

Hi could you do one where Bill is about to be forcibly married to a beautiful alien princess and the doctor is trying to save Bill but she isn't sure she wants to be saved

“Bill, come on,” the Doctor said urgently, holding out his hand to his companion and casting a furtive glance around them. “We need to go.”

“Why?” his companion furrowed her brow and shifted from foot to foot, brushing a non-existent speck of dirt off her improvised wedding dress. “What’s the big deal with this whole thing?”

“Xanthippa is an incredibly powerful alien. She could kill you without even meaning to.” 

“But…” Bill dithered, chewing on her lip. “She’s…”

“She’s what?” the Doctor sighed, not understanding her reticence. “Bill, come on! You can’t seriously be considering this!” 

“But she’s kind of…” Bill turned maroon. “Cute, y’know…”

“Dear god,” the Doctor groaned. “You are an absolute disaster.” 

Cinnamon is just delicious sawdust.