amy pond + looking down
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“I do things in my own way, but I’ve never felt any need to rebel. To be honest, I’ve always had far too much freedom. I had a job when I was 10. I started living on my own when I was 17 or 18. I’ve earned my own money; I’ve traveled the world. What would I rebel against? I’ve had so much freedom, sometimes it was hard. My parents wanted to protect me, but they had no idea how to. I had to learn as I went and make my own mistakes. I went from being totally unknown and never acting professionally to being in a major movie and being very famous. It all happened so quickly, I didn’t have any time to work things out. It’s been pretty scary at times.” ― Emma Watson
You’re Full of Secrets
Hey Happy Doctor River Day! <3I have so many feels for these two, please someone give me all their stories or kill me now.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary: The Doctor is particularly grumpy today – it seems to be his modus operandi since he regenerated but for some reason, a perfectly lovely April afternoon has left him even more Scottish and ill-tempered than usual.
A/N: For River and the Doctor’s anniversary. Story title from William Faulker’s The Sound and the Fury.
She snorts. “No.”
River smacks him in the arm lightly. Her son asleep on her chest, her back to the Doctor, propped up by pillows, a hush all around them.
Bastille - Things We Lost in the FireThe future’s in our hands and we
will never be the same again
Screencap Meme → Favourite Ship: River/ElevenDoctor Who requested by anonymous
Winter is coming.
and let’s not pretend the lack of respect so many people have for musicals and how large the female and queer fanbase for musicals are is merely a coincidence
“You will see, Sansa.” She took her by the hand and gave it a squeeze. “Sister.” Sister. Sansa had once dreamt of having a sister like Margaery; beautiful and gentle, with all the world’s graces at her command. Arya had been entirely unsatisfactory as sisters went. ‘How can I let my sister marry Joffrey?’ she thought, and suddenly her eyes were full of tears.
At least in death, you can’t disappoint the ones you love.