06x13 | 07x05

#I can’t take these scenes. #Steven Moffat is a mental murderer. #His writing is so emotionally subtle that the most meaningful things are hidden in contrasting devastation.

#I mean look at these moments between The Doctor and River, they have fought coalitions of Daleks, Cybermen, & Sontarans- have restarted the universe, broken time itself, and yet when confronted with each other’s love, with sentiment, they can’t stand it! River outdoes herself with the beacon to tell him how much he’s valued, and The Doctor gives up the essence of his life to show her how much she’s worth- and instead of being grateful they’re ashamed of one another. #Because they are exposed to the others sacrifice. #It must be a terrifying thing, a humiliating and embarrassing thing to find out that the greatest danger isn’t a Dalek or The Master, but their love for each other and how helpless and vulnerable that truly makes them. That in the end, they’ll be the death of each other. 


Having been in Hollywood as a shadow, as someone who is almost invisible, I can see fame for what it is.

Alex Kingston




do you ever have a notp that you antiship so hard that you actually get nauseous when people mention it









what would blended cucumber taste like

isn’t that an actor


we are now the supernatural fandom

You’ll need a few more episodes to reach Supernatural Fandom level of relevant gifs.











I went to the mall, and a little girl called me a terrorist. 

My name is Ela.  I am seventeen years old.  I am not Muslim, but my friend told me about her friend being discriminated against for wearing a hijab.  So I decided to see the discrimination firsthand to get a better understanding of what Muslim women go through. 

My friend and I pinned scarves around our heads, and then we went to the mall.  Normally, vendors try to get us to buy things and ask us to sample a snack.  Clerks usually ask us if we need help, tell us about sales, and smile at us.  Not today.  People, including vendors, clerks, and other shoppers, wouldn’t look at us.  They didn’t talk to us.  They acted like we didn’t exist.  They didn’t want to be caught staring at us, so they didn’t look at all. 

And then, in one store, a girl (who looked about four years old) asked her mom if my friend and I were terrorists.  She wasn’t trying to be mean or anything.  I don’t even think she could have grasped the idea of prejudice.  However, her mother’s response is one I can never forgive or forget.  The mother hushed her child, glared at me, and then took her daughter by the hand and led her out of the store. 

All that because I put a scarf on my head.  Just like that, a mother taught her little girl that being Muslim was evil.  It didn’t matter that I was a nice person.  All that mattered was that I looked different.  That little girl may grow up and teach her children the same thing. 

This experiment gave me a huge wakeup call.  It lasted for only a few hours, so I can’t even begin to imagine how much prejudice Muslim girls go through every day.  It reminded me of something that many people know but rarely remember: the women in hijabs are people, just like all those women out there who aren’t Muslim. 

People of Tumblr, please help me spread this message.  Treat Muslims, Jews, Christians, Buddhists, Hindus, Pagans, Taoists, etc., exactly the way you want to be treated, regardless of what they’re wearing or not wearing, no exceptions.  Reblog this.  Tell your friends.  I don’t know that the world will ever totally wipe out prejudice, but we can try, one blog at a time.  

coming up next on white people solve racism

muslim women dont need your white saviour attitude, you might now finally realise what it’s like to be excluded from society because of a piece of garment but you’re never going to experience it in the way we do.

she literally worded this so well and so honestly and tried so hard not to be rude, she just tried to understand what you go through. she’s not trying to be a saviour, she’s trying to raise awareness. she never said she’d solve anything or experience it like you do. stop doing exactly what other people do to you and shut down someones ideas just because of their color or religion or anything. this is a valid and completely pure hearted thing. 


What are you doing here?


Their father’s dead… my husband — is dead. And they don’t know yet because if I tell them now then Christmas will always be what took their father away from them, and no one should have to live like that.

he knows exactly how madge feels  and you can see it on her face the words are perfect  like he’s had too much time to think about them  and the truth is that he has  his wife died centuries ago  and he can’t tell her  because no one should live like that  he knows from experience…  every time he sees her smile he remembers how much she cried  when she laughs and kisses him he remembers how she looked at ten and couldn’t find him  and it breaks his hearts (via riveralwaysknew)








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