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liamstewrt:

AMY POND MEME;
(1/2) Relationships

Amy Pond. The girl who waited, all night in your garden. Was it worth it? Shut up, of course it was. You asked me why I was taking you with me and I said, “no reason”. I was lying. It’s not important. Yeah, it’s the most important thing left in the universe. It’s why I’m doing this. Amy, your house is too big. That big, empty house, just you. And Aunt Sharon. Where were your mom and dad? Where was everybody who lived in that big house? I lost my mom and dad. How? What happened to them? Where did they go? I—I don’t… It’s okay, it’s okay. Don’t panic, it’s not your fault. I don’t even remember. There’s a crack in time in the wall of your bedroom. And it’s been eating away at your life for a long time now. Amy Pond, all alone. The girl who didn’t make sense. How could I resist? I’m not going to just forget. Nothing is ever forgotten, not really. But you have to try. It’s going to be a very, very big bang. Big bang II. Try to remember your family and they’ll be there. How can I remember them if they never existed? Because you’re special. That crack in your wall, all that time, the universe pouring into your head. You brought Rory back, you can bring them back too. You just remember and they’ll be there. You won’t. You’ll have your family back, you won’t need your imaginary friend anymore. Amy Pond…crying over me, eh? Guess what. What? Gotcha.


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Do you know, during the three weeks of rehearsal on that picture, it was always ‘Mr Astaire’ and ‘Miss Powell’. You would think we were two scientists in a laboratory we were so serious. It was Fred’s first picture after Ginger and people expected so much from us, well there really wasn’t much time for laughter. But we both liked to work hard, and our respect for each other was tremendous. Do you know that on Begin the Beguine we rehearsed for two solid weeks on just arm movements so they’d be right together. And I can remember one day, when we did a step in counter-rhythm – same rhythm, different steps – and he was so pleased he rushed over, lifted me in the air and said ‘Oh Ellie!’ and then he put me down and said ‘I do beg your pardon’ and I said ‘look we can’t go on like this, I’m Ellie, you’re Fred, we’re just two hoofers.’ And the ice was broken. Of course, the reason you work so hard is to make it look easy and both of us would always say, ‘Can we do it just one more time?’ We would still be there now, 1940 to 1981, if someone hadn’t been there to say, ‘Look it’s just fine, print it!’ But Mr Astaire, I still wish we could do it just one more time! Long live the King! - Eleanor Powell (x)

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olidel:

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