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Reblog this if you had to learn cursive writing as a child

If you were ever told or were made to learn cursive writing when you were in grade school. I wanna see how many of you suffered like I did.

How does reading about the same two fuckers falling in love over and over again make a person so goddamn happy.

you know what i want from descendants 3? i want a villain who isn’t from the isle. i want a brand new villain who grew up in auradon because banishing all the bad people and their fuckingg kids on an island didn’t change the fact that sometimes bad people exist and i want mal and evie and jay and carlos and uma and gil and harry to all work together to take the new villain down and that’s what heals the rift between mal and uma and i want harry hooks eyeliner to get progressively more outrageous than it did in d2

Some proof that All of it is real: Click each link and Read Below!

https://books.google.com/ngrams

https://books.google.com/ngrams/graph?content=Theta+Sigma&year_start=1800&year_end=2000&corpus=15&smoothing=3&share=&direct_url=t1%3B%2CTheta%20Sigma%3B%2Cc0 {The Doctor’s Gallifrey Academy Name}

https://books.google.com/ngrams/graph?content=The+Silence&year_start=1800&year_end=2000&corpus=15&smoothing=3&share=&direct_url=t1%3B%2CThe%20Silence%3B%2Cc0

https://books.google.com/ngrams/graph?content=Dalek&year_start=1800&year_end=2000&corpus=15&smoothing=3&share=&direct_url=t1%3B%2CDalek%3B%2Cc0

https://books.google.com/ngrams/graph?content=The+Doctor&year_start=1800&year_end=2000&corpus=15&smoothing=3&share=&direct_url=t1%3B%2CThe%20Doctor%3B%2Cc0

https://books.google.com/ngrams/graph?content=The+Master&year_start=1800&year_end=2000&corpus=15&smoothing=3&share=&direct_url=t1%3B%2CThe%20Master%3B%2Cc0

https://books.google.com/ngrams/graph?content=The+Rani&year_start=1800&year_end=2000&corpus=15&smoothing=3&share=&direct_url=t1%3B%2CThe%20Rani%3B%2Cc0

https://books.google.com/ngrams/graph?content=Tardis&year_start=1800&year_end=2000&corpus=15&smoothing=3&share=&direct_url=t1%3B%2CTardis%3B%2Cc0

https://books.google.com/ngrams/graph?content=Jack+Harkness&year_start=1800&year_end=2000&corpus=15&smoothing=3&share=&direct_url=t1%3B%2CJack%20Harkness%3B%2Cc0 https://books.google.com/ngrams/graph?

content=River+Song&year_start=1800&year_end=2000&corpus=15&smoothing=3&share=&direct_url=t1%3B%2CRiver%20Song%3B%2Cc0

https://books.google.com/ngrams/graph?content=Torchwood&year_start=1800&year_end=2000&corpus=15&smoothing=3&share=&direct_url=t1%3B%2CTorchwood%3B%2Cc0

{{ https://books.google.com/ngrams/graph?content=The+Ood&year_start=1800&year_end=2000&corpus=15&smoothing=3&share=&direct_url=t1%3B%2CThe%20Ood%3B%2Cc0 OR

 https://books.google.com/ngrams/graph?content=Ood&year_start=1800&year_end=2000&corpus=15&smoothing=3&share=&direct_url=t1%3B%2COod%3B%2Cc0 }}

https://books.google.com/ngrams/graph?content=Time+Lord&year_start=1700&year_end=2000&corpus=15&smoothing=3&share=&direct_url=t1%3B%2CTime%20Lord%3B%2Cc0

Let’s deal with the Facts, shall we? The show Doctor Who goes all the way back to the year 1963 and the spinoff Torchwood doesn’t air until the 2000’s. Even if these words from the show went before 1963, the most it would have went back was what? 1950’s? So why are these words from the show going at far back at the 17-1800’s? The show’s creators weren’t even born, planned or thought of back then, nor their parents , grandparents, or grandparents parents. How would any person, let alone the writers and creators of the show be able to explain this? Quite simple: They can’t. But I can: Everything Doctor Who and Torchwood is real. Because lets be honest: You may be right to not believe everything you see on the Internet but here is direct proof I did and you can even do yourself? Oh Google doesn’t give the whole truth you say? Try searching Gallifrey, Cybermen, those don’t show up until after 1960 which is 3 years before the show started. Try searching Slitheen. It doesn’t show up at all, neither does Weeping Angels. Who knows? Maybe it depends on capitalization or not. Either way? This is still very strange , you cant deny how weird it is and I dare you to try and explain it..

If Google was messing with us, then it would have done the same thing with Gallifrey, Slitheen , Weeping Angels, Timelord and Cybermen but it doesn’t. So… why the others? My belief as some others? Everything Doctor Who and Torchwood is real.

growing up, some kids did drugs. other’s smoked. some drank too much. i did fandoms and i swear i was higher than any of them could ever be.

you would not believe your eyes

if shows gave us canon bis

Reblog and see what color you get

Yellow: You are such a sunshiney person and my dash is always brightened whenever you post

Maroon: I wish you followed me

Teal: You make me happy ♥

Auburn: I love you

Burnt Sienna: I love you but it’s a different color

Navy: We should talk more

Magenta: You are my favorite tumblr user

Fuchsia: Come catch these hands…with your own. I wanna hold your hand.

Dodie Yellow: You are literally my favorite person ever.

Cerulean: I would come to your house at 3 in the morning if you were sad bc you deserve to be loved and to be happy

Baby Pink: u so attractive??? how u do dat??

Barbie Pink: You are the best at everything i don’t get how

Crimson: I wanna cuddle with you

Emerald: You are my inspiration.

Gold: I can’t believe you exist. You’re such a blessing to this earth

Silver: I can’t believe we’re mutuals

Aquamarine: You are goals

White: Your icon is goals

Black: Marry Me

Beige: Idk what to say except W O W

Here’s how Alex Kingston (AKA River Song) reacted to the announcement of Jodie Whittaker as the Thirteenth Doctor.

That was beautiful, and I'm trying not to cry.

Think about the experience of time as a robot girl, through the metaphor of how we use laptops.

You wake up for the first time with your young master, a college present. You're with them every day, powering off each night to charge. Being powered off is just dreamless sleep: a discontinuity. Every morning you wake up, your click syncs, and you know it's the next day. Maybe you miss a day or two: your master went out partying and ended up sleeping on a couch, until they rushedly wake you up before Monday classes begin. You even missed a whole week once when they went on a hiking trip with a new boyfriend.

You help them research upgrades when your specs get outdated. You place the order and a couple days later they power you off, and you wake up feeling like your head got bigger, on the inside. You can think of more things at once.

They repair you. They swap a new hand in when you accidentally crush it in a door, but when your left leg's servos go out, they send you to a repair shop. They power you off as you look up at them, and you wake up hours later. A strange man tells you to extend your left leg, then contract it. He frowns and re-oils some inner mechanism. You do it again, quieter and smoother this time. He nods, and reaches for your switch. The last thing you see before powering down is your own chest cavity with a series of wires hooked into your diagnostic ports, and your missing right leg sitting on a side table. You wake up again back at the dorms, your clock jumping forward a day, an asset tag still looped around your neck. Your master is happy to see you again.

This goes on, but the upgrades slow. There's only so much you can do to keep an old unit working. Eventually you develop more issues: one of your ocular sensors glitches and they don't make that model anymore, so your master just disables it. You spend a while searching ebay for replacement CND batteries and finally get a refurbished model from South England, but it turns out the EU models run on a different frequency, so it won't work. You're limited to fewer and fewer hours a day, and you start skipping more days.

The last time you remember waking up with your master there, there's also someone else in the room. Another robot girl. A newer model, with the new chassis and the Substrate energy packs. They asks you to copy your memories together onto a memory card, and you do. You want to say goodbye, but apparently your vocal synthesizer has been unplugged. You hand them the card, and they hand it to the new robot. Your master tells them to load the memories into her core bank, and she's says "yes sir!" in your voice. Ahh. That's where your voice synth went.

They power you off, and you don't dream.

You wake in a strange place. You're on a shelf, and there's other things scattered around you. An unknown voice days "yep, it seems it powers on. 400 credits, though? Without a voice and only one working eye? Man, value bin doesn't know how to price anything!" and before the blackness falls your clock finishes synching: it's been 7 months since you last were awake.

It happens a few more times. Different voices, different times, different piles of junk piled around and sometimes on you.

You awake again in a warehouse and someone tells you to smile. Your other ocular sensor went out so you can't really see them, just their vague shape from the lidar. The freestanding shelves around you seem to stretch into infinity. You hear a bitcrushed shutter sound sample a few times, and they pull a connector out of your chest as a diagnostic completes. It's been three years, five months, eight days, two hours, 27 minutes and 14 seconds since you last saw your master. Your GPS says you're a few cities over. They hit your power switch, and you sleep.

You wake up in a cluttered room, sitting on a bench. You look into the eyes of a person with frizzled hair and large glasses. She couldn't look happier. Your new ocular sensors are mismatched in color but you're happy to see again, in more than shapes and distant silhouettes. Your battery alerts as... Missing? You spot it on the desk next to a soldering iron and some electronic tool you can't identify.

Your voice synth is still missing, but this new woman is digging around in a large plastic bin, and comes up with one. She goes to insert it, and it can't connect. She slaps her hand and goes rooting around another bin and comes back with an adapter. She slots it into your chest and your voice returns. You thank her, and there's that moment of dissociation as your voice doesn't sound like "you". Too deep, and the accent is for a different dialect entirely. But you can talk again. She tells you to call her Cara, not Mistress. She's almost got your battery working again, she had to rebuild it nearly from scratch, but she's excited to get you working again. You're a rare model, and she doesn't see units like you in working order very often. Your clock syncs. It's been 17 years.

Your mistr-- Cara is soldering next to you, attaching a controller to the battery. She says she's got a new set of servos on the way, and she's excited to get you back to full working condition. You smile, knowing what it is to be loved, once again.