STEREK!! Names Apryll 21,
Teen Wolf, SuperWhoLock, Hannibal, OnePiece, GoT..etc
Ao3 - canadia69
I will warn my blog is more often than not 18+ scroll with caution.
This scene is seriously the cutest thing ever.
#Remember when there was a non-human person who hadnt talked to anyone of her species in decades #And her only companion was the man she loved and who ignored her or bossed her around and was rude to her #And Martha met her and the Doctor and Jack were busy doing ‘important shit’ #But Martha was the one who took the time to chat with her #To learn more about her language and culture #Who befriended her #Encouraged her to open up and joked with her and made her laugh #And then because of that discovered what they needed to know BEFORE EVERYONE ELSE#remember that #Remember that time Martha Jones was better than you #God bless Martha Jones
So you should all get off the road before I accidentally kill you….
jpecore I am crying so hard.
*prepares party popper*
*nervously shakes the party popper*
*slowly falls asleep with the party popper*
*has a wonderful night with the party popper*
*gets married to the party popper*
It’s a beautiful evening in February. My wife and I are sitting at the fireplace, when suddenly a terrible image appears on the screen of my computer.
My wife looks at me. As I look in her terrified, cardboard eyes, filled with tears, she takes a deep breath, before saying with her shivering voice “It’s what you’ve always wanted, dear. Do it.” My hands start shaking and a lone tear rolls down my cheek. “I can’t, honey. I’m not like that anymore.” “I will do it.” a small voice behind us says. As I turn around, my eyes cross with my son; our son. “You don’t have to do this, Benedict.” I say, as I hold his hands.
Ignoring what I told him, young Benedict Popper-Are Optional holds my wife’s cardboard body in one hand, and her long, beautiful string in the other. With tears in my eyes, I turn my head away. A loud pop sounds behind me and I watch in terror as I see my wife’s confetti spread across the room.
"It’s what you’ve always wanted, dad…" my son says, putting his small, cardboard hand on my shoulder. "Yes," I say, "but not like this… Never like this…"
what the actual fuck
why is there fan art
nevermind that why is their son lettuce
QUIETZOMBIEGIRL YOU’RE FAMOUS
Go big or go home.