You can’t get anywhere without the people who have come into your life.
hOLY SHIT HOW DID I NEVER NOTICE THE FUCKING KEY IS RIGHT THERE IN THE FUCKING LOCK HE LITERALLY JUST HAS TO TURN THE KEY NO MAGIC INVOLVED JFC HARRY HOW DID YOU EVER DEFEAT VOLDEMORT WHEN YOU CAN’T EVEN UNLOCK A LOCK
'Ian Somerhalder - New Promo Photo Season 4
Not even in the fandom, but I had to share this little gem from the i newspaper with you. The paper ships it, clearly.
DO IT FOR ALL OF US
I tried not to reblog. I really did. But oh my god I think I just died.
She actually did it omg
She is my hero.
CAN WE TALK ABOUT DAVID’S LAST COMMENT THERE THOUGH????
"well, I’m just glad I’m sitting behind a desk right now" DID THIS GIRL GIVE HIM A BONER OR WHAT
"I can write with absolutely perfect penmanship with my feet. If I broke both my arms, I could still write a girl a love letter using just my toes."
nian meme : Make out scenes from TVD
”Here is a funny thing about the kiss in 319.As you know Ian and Nina in real life are BF and GF..so it was so sweet to see the dailies cause Nina was gettin all embarrassed and stuff and making little jokes and Ian was all business and serious..so darn cute!”
requested by anonymous
jensen / tor con '11 [x]
YOU HAD ONE JOB!
Best. Thing. Ever.
(I honestly thought they would be able to see her at the end. I cannot believe Moffat wasted that opportunity. I mean it would have made sense—they were all going to use the moment, so they all should have been able to see her.
This is what happens in that scenario, at least to me. Also I forget the words they used but lol whatever.)
It’s like everything stops. Time, space, reality.
"Did you just say Bad Wolf girl?” he whispers, barely able to believe it. She’s here, with him even now, even after he’s left her behind so many times before. Out of the corner of his eye he sees his future self spin on his heels toward him, but it hardly matters.
Because she blinks into existence, right in front of him.
He nearly falls to his knees, the pain he has been suppressing for months bubbling to the surface. She is as beautiful as she ever was, but he can already tell it’s not her—not really her, at least. She doesn’t look at him like she knows and loves him; her amber eyes don’t soften as they meet his. He tries to ignore the stinging in his chest.
"Hello, Doctor," she says. "I am the conscience. No touch," she adds, when he reaches out to touch her. "Just an interface."
He pulls back sharply. “Why did you take that form specifically?”
"She’s someone from my future," the younger Doctor says. "Apparently."
The interface smiles fondly at that Doctor. “Exactly.” She turns to the Doctor in pinstripes. “Your past, I see.” And then she looks at the oldest Doctor. “And your very distant past. She hardly seems to be there at all. In your mind.”
The middle Doctor frowns at this, even as the green-eyed Doctor speaks. ”She’s always there.”
"Who is? Who are you three talking to?" Clara asks. "Is it a ghost?"
She blinks out of existence, and the world seems a little colder. “Yes,” he says. “Just a ghost.”
OMFG THIS SHOULD HAVE HAPPENED