June 2012
- me: thinking inappropriate thoughts
- me: thinking inappropriate thoughts
- me: thinking inappropriate thoughts
- me: thinking inappropriate thoughts
- me: thinking inappropriate thoughts
- me: thinking inappropriate thoughts
- me: thinking inappropriate thoughts
- me: omg what if I actually said something out loud
- me: omg what if there is a telepath around here
There will be a floor for the Whovians
And a floor for the Sherlockians
And a floor for the Potterheads
And a floor for the Supernatural fans.
And we will have a cafeteria
And dances
And Tennant will be the building greeter
And everything would be
And we have to have a TARDIS for everyone, but I can’t just be on one floor the whole time.
meanwhile in the basement
“when one door closes, another one opens”
imagine how annoying it would be if that were true
you close the bathroom door to pee and your front door suddenly blows open
your cat escapes
you run out and jump into the car to chase the cat and hear everything falling out of your over-stuffed pantry as its door unlatches
i pride myself on the ability to find gay subtext in absolutely everything
perks of being a girl
- I can think about whatever I want in class without worrying about boners
That weird inbetween time of night where all the Americans have finally gone to bed but none of the Brits are up yet so literally everyone’s dashes are completely dead
We call this “Australia owns the internet” time.
“If you don’t reblog, you only have one heart.”
Come on guys! It takes mere seconds that won’t even be taken away, you have a time machine.
- Martin: Hey, I just met you
- Martin: And this is crazy
- Martin: But m-my name is Captain Martin Crieff. Though that doesn’t matter. It’s all very informal here. Just call me Martin. Well, in- in the context of this meeting, anyway. If you actually see me in person it’s probably best that you do call me Captain Crieff. Or just captain. Just protocol, I’m afraid. Um, if it was up to me, you could call me… Marty... No, no, actually, no, no, let’s not confuse things. Definitely don’t ever call me Marty. Right. So. To recap: hello, I am Captain Martin Captain- Captain Crieff, Crieff, I mean!
- Martin: Can I start again?
imagine if there was a chemistry fandom and people shipped elements with other elements and then other people were like NO THAT ONLY FORMS A COVALENT BOND IONIC BONDS ARE BETTER and they have ship wars over sodium chloride and sodium carbonate









