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I have dual Bachelor of Arts degrees in English Writing and Women's Studies. I'm a feminist, a Whovian, and a writer.

I LOVE River Song and I LOATHE Rose Tyler. Also, I don't like Regina Mills and the fact that she systematically raped Graham, but the writers make light of it because she's "hot." These things will be blatantly clear on my Tumblr. If you can't handle that, it would be best not to follow me in the first place. I do not hold back about the things I love and hate.

Also, important note: I am NOT a spoiler free blog!

It is what it is and if you decide to follow me anyway, welcome! <3

October 21, 2014 2:34 pm
lizclimo:

fair enough

lizclimo:

fair enough

(via lulz-time)

2:32 pm
"Was I silly? I was funny though, you have to give me that. And the fezzes were good. And the fish custard, that was the best. And I was right, wasn’t I! I was always right. Bow ties are cool. And I didn’t fly away. When it mattered, I stayed, I didn’t run. They can’t take that from me. But he can. He can."

 the 11th Doctor (deleted dialogue from his last moments in TTOTD) - DWM Special Edition : The Year of the Doctor (via river-song-has-left-the-library)

no, but what absolutely kills me about this is the end. 'And I didn’t fly away. When it mattered, I stayed, I didn’t run.' I'd like to think he isn't just talking about Trenzalore. No, this is a reference to 11’s whole tenure. Think about it, as the son-in-law of the boy and girl who waited, he learned a thing or two didn’t he?

He may have left a little girl waiting in a garden, but he came back. And he took her with him in his lonely blue box to see the universe just like he’d promised. Then the time came for the little girl (who was no longer a little girl) to grow up and get married…but she couldn’t give up the life in the box, not yet, so in came the boy who waited to join the crew (more permanently this time). 

And while the Doctor watched that little girl who waited (now all grown up) and her husband, the boy who waited 2,000 years to keep her safe fall deeper and deeper in love and devotion to each other…he learned quite a lot.

He learned that love was for “always,” at a time when he was still running terrified from the woman who died saving him, the woman with the curly hair and the spoilers…the woman who left him a stuttering mess with a single kiss. The very woman, who as it turned out, was the daughter of his best friends, the girl and boy who waited, the best of humanity. And yet, she was part Time Lord like him, trained to hate but made to love him. Unconditionally. Faithfully. Devotedly. Just like her parents before her. 

With this miracle found amid such loss and despair, the old Time Lord did something terrifying, he stayed. He didn’t run anymore. Not from death. Not from his best friends. Not from the woman he loved.

In fact, he married her. Not in an accidental or meaningless ceremony but one that counted, even with time disintegrating around them, the Doctor showed River Song that he wasn’t the only one “loved by so many and so much.”

So the Doctor gained a most unexpected gift. And even as his in-laws, his best friends grew even older…he couldn’t just leave them like he’d left everyone else, they were different, they were his family. And he couldn’t just leave his wife like he’d left Elizabeth or Marilyn because he’d meant it. “Always and Completely”. “Totally Married Her.”

But unlike fairytales, this story doesn’t have a happy ending.

The Doctor lost his friends…as he always does, and sooner or later, he took his wife to see the Singing Towers. She looked positively resplendent, more beautiful than he’d ever seen her, and he cried, unable to save the woman he’d been devoted to for so long from her inevitable death.

Even centuries later, when the old Time Lord, the once Raggedy Man remembered how to love again, staying true to his new friend, the Impossible Girl, he never forgot the family that had made him stay.

Amelia Pond, ‘the first face this face saw.’ Rory Williams, ‘the boy who waited.’ River Song, the woman who was ‘always’ there to him. And it was through their memory that he stayed again, living out his remaining life on a war-torn planet for 1,000 years. Saving countless lives, but at the same time, watching generations upon generations flare and fade forever. 

But in the end, with his last few breaths, he could remember the people he loved, the first face he ever saw…and be proud of the fact that for once in his life he didn’t run away. That he truly was the Doctor who stayed.

(via cmartlover)

(via youleavethetardisbrakeson)

2:25 pm

fuckyesfrozenswan:

emma & elsa in ‘breaking glass’ stills (x)

2:14 pm

ravenzoe:

effingtomb:

you-and-me-divine:

If you didn’t think “Shia LaBeouf” could get better, you were wrong.

I literally can’t believe this exists there are tears in my eyes that I don’t remember crying

THIS IS EVERYTHING YOU COULD EVER HOPE FOR

(via youleavethetardisbrakeson)

1:56 pm
mrmeriwether:

yeahbanero-bells:

wolvensnothere:

Whoa.

I read this out loud to boyfriend and he just went “ohhhhhhhhh” 

CEOs all runnin around terrified of blue shells from the homeless

mrmeriwether:

yeahbanero-bells:

wolvensnothere:

Whoa.

I read this out loud to boyfriend and he just went “ohhhhhhhhh” 

CEOs all runnin around terrified of blue shells from the homeless

(Source: thetangential, via ashleyisarobot)

1:49 pm

News - Bad, Good, and Weird…

jimsguts:

Bad news - I got sick while on holiday, missed my original flight

Good news - I got a flight the next day (today)

Bad news - The only thing available was 1st class

Good news - That comes with a free pass to Alaska’s Boardroom

Weird news - I’m sharing the Boardroom with River Song herself, Alex Kingston (I’m trying really hard not to fanboy out)

1:30 pm

jaspinder:

gohomeluhan:

As I’m walking through Target with my little sister, the kid somehow manages to convince me to take a trip down the doll aisle. I know the type - brands that preach diversity through displays of nine different variations of white and maybe a black girl if you’re lucky enough. What I instead found as soon as I turned into the aisle were these two boxes.

The girl on the left is Shola, an Afghani girl from Kabul with war-torn eyes. Her biography on the inside flap tells us that “her country has been at war since before she was born”, and all she has left of her family is her older sister. They’re part of a circus, the one source of light in their lives, and they read the Qur’an. She wears a hijab.

The girl on the right is Nahji, a ten-year-old Indian girl from Assam, where “young girls are forced to work and get married at a very early age”. Nahji is smart, admirable, extremely studious. She teaches her fellow girls to believe in themselves. In the left side of her nose, as tradition mandates, she has a piercing. On her right hand is a henna tattoo.

As a Pakistani girl growing up in post-9/11 America, this is so important to me. The closest thing we had to these back in my day were “customizable” American Girl dolls, who were very strictly white or black. My eyes are green, my hair was black, and my skin is brown, and I couldn’t find my reflection in any of those girls. Yet I settled, just like I settled for the terrorist jokes boys would throw at me, like I settled for the butchered pronunciations of names of mine and my friends’ countries. I settled for a white doll, who at least had my eyes if nothing else, and I named her Rabeea and loved her. But I still couldn’t completely connect to her.

My little sister, who had been the one to push me down the aisle in the first place, stopped to stare with me at the girls. And then the words, “Maybe they can be my American Girls,” slipped out of her mouth. This young girl, barely represented in today’s society, finally found a doll that looks like her, that wears the weird headscarf that her grandma does and still manages to look beautiful.

I turned the dolls’ boxes around and snapped a picture of the back of Nahji’s. There are more that I didn’t see in the store; a Belarusian, an Ethiopian, a Brazilian, a Laotian, a Native American, a Mexican. And more.

These are Hearts 4 Hearts dolls, and while they haven’t yet reached all parts of the world (I think they have yet to come out with an East Asian girl), they need all the support they can get so we can have a beautiful doll for every beautiful young girl, so we can give them what our generation never had.

Please don’t let this die. If you know a young girl, get her one. I know I’m buying Shola and Nahji for my little sister’s next birthday, because she needs a doll with beautiful brown skin like hers, a doll who wears a hijab like our older sister, a doll who wears real henna, not the blue shit white girls get at the beach.

The Hearts 4 Hearts girls are so important. Don’t overlook them. Don’t underestimate them. These can be the future if we let them.

You can read more about the dolls here: http://www.playmatestoys.com/brands/hearts-for-hearts-girls

i should buy these rn for my future daughter. Why the Brazilian one have to be a light-skinned ginger tho?

(via stopwhitewashing)

1:24 pm
  • Amy: I was a bit scared of commitment and insecure about my feelings for a moment, so I kissed the Doctor once, while making it really clear that I wasn't planning on anything long term. I eventually fell more in love Rory, and had a long lasting successful marriage with him.
  • Doctor Who fandom: Why does Moffat make EVERY companion into love interests I just a want a companion that doesn't fall in love with him!11!!
  • Clara: I had a bit of a superficial flirtation with him, and I really liked teasing him a bit, but I never acted on any feelings, i'm literally the only person that technically hasn't kissed him since like...the classic era. He then regenerated, and now I'm in a committed relationship with someone else .
  • Doctor Who fandom: Why does Moffat make EVERY companion into love interests I just a want a companion that doesn't fall in love with him!11!!
1:07 pm 1:05 pm

Title: Shivers
Rating: T
Pairings: Emma Swan/Elsa
Characters: Emma Swan, Elsa, Snow White
Summary: Now that Elsa’s staying with Emma, her parents, and a newborn, where does she sleep at night?
Please enjoy at:

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10772147/1/Shivers

or

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2490959

Sneak Peek:

"Well, let’s see it."

Elsa inched out of the door, her walk oddly bull-legged. Her slender fingers traced the plaid squares on Emma’s cotton pajama bottoms; she tugged the fabric at her hips, yanking the elastic waist below her belly button. “They’re a little…” she waggled her hips. “…high?”

Emma bit into her lip, trying to avoid looking at Elsa’s snowy midriff. “I think they look good. But they are my clothes, so maybe I’m a little bias.”

"Maybe I would like to see you in my clothes," Elsa retorted. She turned swiftly to Snow’s full length mirror and realized how much of her belly was showing and attempted to yank down the hem of Emma’s powder blue night shirt.

Emma slid a hanger into Elsa’s dress and lifted it from the bed. Taking a position next to the queen, she held the dress in front of herself and cocked her head to the side.