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It's my love's anniversary so here are some gifs of my favorite Master (I love all of them don't worry)
Happy anniversary my love <3
A sharp left from what I normally post but I’m being drawn into my Doctor Who fixation again and am not even fighting it (click for better quality!)
Moriarty and
Simms master would be the end of the world.
Simply putting them in a room together would create so much chaotic evil you could probably use it to live long enough for season 8 of Sherlock
Circular Gallifreyan writing. If anyone can read it I will marry them.
In case you can't read it, it says
Hey missy you so fine, you so fine, you blow my mind, hey missy!
(I apologise if I have made any grammatical or punctuational mistakes)
Holy Trinity.
shit-faced Dominic Howard: a time progression
Besties David Tennant and Michael Sheen, mirroring each other on There’s Something About Movies
🎃🍭🎃🍭🎃🍭🎃🍭🎃🍭
Welcome back, sexy witch Crowley. And he brought a little conjured friend 💜
Hi Neil, im in the US, and im streesed AF.
Any words of wisdom for those of us waiting to see if the world will collapse around us?
Cut wood, carry water.
Do what you need to do in the world. Change what you can change. Don’t allow yourself to become crippled by fear or hate or sorrow. Whatever the outcome now, keep going.
Demon (retired) Crowey, gardening.
I’m watching (for the first time) Star Trek TOS and. Well. Am I alone here? Anyone dying for Spock? Anyone harshly believing in Spirk?
I only wanted to do a sketch to summarise these two relationship, but if you want I could do more in future.
cosmos family : doctormaster & jenny
‘Seems like she deals with it not like the Doctor.’ ‘Like a soldier.’ ‘I fancy her. You even left her a gun. Such a nice!’
‘We were friends then. What happened?’ ‘Nothing.’
# how to flirt : the masterpiece
I know why you hate and love me.
I become the person who wresked me.
I remember when I lost my mind.
don’t hold my portrait in your palms, I can’t run away, I don’t remember flowers and the sky without your chains.
and here we go - I lose you again and find - only to throw salt at you… how the girl with eyes of sun can fly?
I send you letters at night, tear photos into pieces, hit the bed with legs - hard - to not fall asleep.
from nowhere with love nowhere without sorrow cover me with a black sail goodbye I raise higher and higher on autopilot if I die I’ll die in the sky not looking back at roofs from nowhere with love without the promise of wonder feed me pain I won’t forget you
without thanks rescue me without thanks rescue me without thanks rescue me without thanks rescue me without thanks rescue me without thanks rescue me without thanks rescue me without thanks rescue me without thanks rescue me without thanks rescue me without thanks rescue me without thanks rescue me without thanks rescue me without thanks rescue me without thanks rescue me without thanks rescue me
wishing I could see the machinations understand the toil of expectations in your mind hold me like you never lost your patience tell me that you love me more than hate me all the time and you’re still mine
What if we run away?
before there was a mad man with a box, there were two. © a wild endeavour