Suddenly the door behind him bursts open and three Peacekeepers spring into the room. Two pin Cinna’s arms behind him and cuff him while the third hits him in the temple with such force he’s knocked to his knees. But they keep hitting him with metal-studded gloves, opening gashes on his face and body. I’m screaming my head off, banging on the unyielding glass, trying to reach him. The Peacekeepers ignore me completely as they drag Cinna’s limp body from the room. All that’s left are the smears of blood on the floor.
The French charity the Mimi Foundation told 20 cancer patients they would give them makeovers. All that was required of them was to keep their eyes closed to make the reveal more exciting. The patients expected that when they opened their eyes, they would look beautiful — but they got something else completely.
i went down to the middle school today for relay for life and i saw my old social studies teacher i had a crush on (don’t talk to me) and he was like “hey how are you i haven’t seen you in ages?” and the first thing i blurted out was “I JUST TURNED 18” and jesus christ if that’s not the thirstiest thing i’ve said in my whole life
My take on a darker version of the Doctor, reminiscent of the Dreamlord or the Valeyard. A man who’s been wounded one too many times, whose defenses have finally shattered under the guilt and pain and loneliness of centuries. He has finally turned his back on the universe, becoming the one thing he feared the most. The blood of entire worlds is on his hands, and there is no one left to stop him.
“See? This is what happens when you travel alone for too long.” -Amy.
DON’T BE ALONE, DOCTOR!
OMG! THIS IS AMAZING!
I will always reblog this because it’s spine-tingling.