timelords-sherlock-andmusic:

joshifereverlark:

the-fandoms-are-cool:

skarosoul:

mars-ultor:

lockedin221b:

theprofessorstrikesagain:

bit-fairytale:

I miss this.

Oh god, how I miss this.

I always wanted more of this.

I have a feeling that this scene wasn’t acting. That it was the actors just having fun, and they decided to put it in the show.

remember when Doctor Who was really fun and you didn’t feel like ripping out your insides every episode

ALWAYS REBLOG NINE’S FAMILY

I want Jack Harkness on the show again ASAP BBC

I really want scenes like this again. Just the Doctor and companions having a normal day out, enjoying the happiness of just pure day to day life sometimes. 

amie33:

#i feel like this is the perfect counterpart to aotd #because everyone always assumed that rory loved amy more than she loved him #but she loved him so much as well #and people always assume that river loves the doctor more than he loves her #because she’s better at showing it #but here he is admitting how deeply his feelings for her affect him #he loves her so much (via a-bitey-mad-lady)

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the-writers-ramblings:

‘The Name of the Doctor’

#this was so so beautiful #thank god for the actors #this is the first time eleven has kissed her; not the other way around #and matt pours every last ounce of love and grief and truth into it and she shines with it #this was; i’d venture to say; the most emotionally honest; the most un-grandiose simple stark emotional moment #we’ve ever had from eleven #no enemy nothing left to fight or plead or be dramatic about; no wrath to distract with; no boundaries or defenses #just them #in love and saying goodbye #like he never can #(except when nine kissed rose; the kiss that killed him and saved her; and this echoes that in how much #it tore out my fucking heart) #doctor who (okayophelia)

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BBC Confirms ‘Doctor Who’ Season 8 With Moffat

popculturebrain:

Steven Moffat is returning for another Doctor Who season, the BBC officially confirmed today. The current series finale aired ahead of a 50th anniversary special slated for November 23 starring Matt Smith, Jenna-Louise Coleman, David Tennant, Billie Piper, and John Hurt. Moffat “is already plotting a brand new run of adventures for the Doctor,” the network announced on their blog. Brian Minchin will executive produce alongside Moffat.

suzie-guru:

popdickle:

careless-lisper:

popdickle:

WHAT IF MEDUSA MET A WEEPING ANGEL?

tumblr asks the big questions

NO YOU SON OF A BITCH I REALLY WANT TO KNOW WHAT WOULD HAPPEN 

The gorgon stood in the darkness, in the silence of the vast chamber, and let her body be still, her feet anchor to the ground, and made her bitter, stony heart ease into a calmer, almost sluggish beat. 

She did not open her eyes. She knew the other creature was coming closer and closer, a predator stalking it’s prey, a cat toying at a mouse without claws. Medusa allowed a faint grin to stretch her awful black lips, and felt her scaly skin tear a bit from the rare expression. The little beast thought to hunt her, the mother of monsters? She, whose snakes now writhed with hunger and fascination and fear, letting their displeasure be known in a slow death knell of a rattle? ‘Twas presumptuous, but oddly fair. A monster to finish off another monster, never mind whether it would be her or the other little demon…

She could feel it now, and it’s touch was cold upon her skin, and she grinned more widely when she felt it’s flinch at the touch of her scales, at it’s realization that she was no mere mortal plaything. Her grin faded into a hungry smirk. Oh, she would teach it a lesson. Then she and her serpents would feast upon what ever lump of ice it had for a heart, gnaw at it’s bloodless bones…

The thing shifted in front of her, and she could tell it was preparing to strike, to deal a fatal blow either out of anger or fear. The darkness was still around her, but Medusa knew it was time.

She opened her eyes and met the gaze of the stone demon before her.

There was no scream, no sudden seizures of pain that came from feeling ones limbs turn to granite. Instead…

Something else occurred. Something wholly and totally unexpected.

Medusa felt her eyes begin to cloud, felt an overwhelming rush of dizziness and groaned, sinking to the floor. Her eyes blurry, she clawed out at her attacker,but… they had retreated, and she could not see where they had gone, and she felt so odd, so very strange. Her snakes were becoming frenzied, and her skin itched horribly, so horribly. She began to claw at it, never minding her talons, desperate for some relief, when…

…when she realized that her scales were peeling off, dropping off in great, flakey patches to the floor like grotesque leaves, and…

…and warm, soft, pale, lovely, human skin was now in it’s place. 

Medusa felt it with shaking hands, hands that had now lost the fearsome talons and were now slender and strong and delicate and human, oh, so incredibly human! Her serpents were no longer hissing and writhing and rattling into her ears, but a long, silken swath of hair - oh, how soft it was! how silent and tame to the touch! - ran over her shoulders, the hue a warm and rich mahogany. It covered her body, which was no longer lumbering and deadly and monstrous, but slender and lovely and strong and hers, utterly hers, not some monstrosity that the gods had cursed her with. She was trembling, out of fear and joy, and let her fingers twine into her locks with no small amount of trepidation, and when it did not resist her, but curled sweetly about her fingers, she petted it like a child with a kitten and laughed with tears in her eyes.

Her eyes…she could see now, had been able to for a while…she looked about the chamber wildly, searching for some mirror in which to see them with, to rejoice in the familiar warm green of them, and celebrate how she would never have to shy away from reflective surfaces, to fear her old yellow, reptilian gaze…

…and then she saw it. Her.

She was curled into a corner of the chamber, shivering. The chamber was still dim with shadow, but it was no longer the bone chilling and suffocating dark that it had been just moments before, and Medusa could see the creature now properly. She went towards it, watching it keenly.

It was female, undoubtedly, and she was no longer the demon of stone that Medusa had first encountered. Her face was still hidden from Medusa, as she tucked it under her arms either out of fear or misery, but her form…she was human, yes. Her hair was a pale, pretty golden hue, and her figure lovely and curvy and full of warmth and blood, a far thing from the ice and granite that had stood in it’s place only moments before. Medusa watched the girl, and then smiled, and it was beautiful, tender, achingly human smile.

The poor thing - she must have been cursed by the gods as well, forced into the part of a monster as Medusa had been. Well, no matter, Medusa would help her, for she had helped Medusa - somehow, the gaze of the stone creature that she had been before had triggered something in the both of them, conflicted the infamous granite gaze that Medusa had been cursed with for so long. They had saved it other…

Medusa smiled once more, and then knelt by the girl, marveling at the smoothness of her limbs, at their flexibility and strength. She cleared her throat, and then spoke.

“Child…” she murmured, and had to fight back tears at how her voice was no longer a menacing hiss, nor a grating rasp nor a shriek of animal rage, but soft and low and so very sweet. “Child… you have saved me, saved the both of us? How may I ever repay you? How may I help you, my dear…forgive me, I do not know your title.”

The girl hiccuped, and then looked up at Medusa, her eyes wet and red but lovely all the same, and gave a shaky laugh. “Title? You mean name? I haven’t had one of those in a bloody long time, but…” she frowned, her pretty face creasing in thought, and Medusa watched her with fascination and patience, a little glow of joy and wonder in her heart over how she could gaze upon this wonderful girl and not hurt her, not freeze her or harm her in the slightest. The girl murmured to herself, “what was my name? I know I had one before this mess, I know I did… wait…yes, I think,” she looked up, and met Medusa’s warm human gaze with her own,

“I think my name was Rose Tyler.”

OH MY GOD.

marilynde replied to your post: whAT MOFFAT WHAT [AGGRESIVELY SIGHS AT HIM]

THIS ISN’T A REAL 50TH ANNIVERSARY BUT JUST ANOTHER “SPECIAL” OCCASION FOR MOFFAT TO MAKE EVEN BIGGER ILLOGICAL UNECCESARY PLOT TWISTS. He wrote some lovely stuff too but what’s he doing with DW now… no words for it.

deanwhorechester:

AU - “I could ask you the same question, Doctor.”
└The Doctor runs into Sally Sparrow on a trip to the roaring twenties.

den-of-cin-of-feels:

juliacaesaris:

River isn’t looking at the Silent.

River can’t remember the Silent.

So how does River know there’s even something back there?

Rory looks scared.

River shot a monster because her father was scared.

FEELS. ALL THE FEELS.

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