neverending list of favourite shows; broadchurch 

people need hope right now … and they are certainly not getting it from you  

boromirs:

It is long since we had any hope

jess-miller:

get to know me meme: [2/8] relationships  jake peralta & amy santiago
The truth is our job isn’t always great, sometimes it sucks. But it sucks a little less when I get to do it with you.

fyeahsophieturner:

Aww yeahh #hp

doctor who + gold

kanrose:

stridering:

MY DAD JUST FUCKIJNG SENT THIS TO ME AND I;M LAUGHING SO FUCKING HARD

LEGIT TEARS

get to know me meme: favourite tv shows [7/8]
↳  Just one, I’m a few, no family too. Who am I?

i am alayne, father.

For the Prompt meme: Ten/Rose, concerned, soldier, Clean please :)
Anonymous

thebadddestwolf:

The Rose who appears on the dark war-torn street with a gun under her arm and a smile on her face isn’t the same woman he burned up a sun for.

It’s subtle, but she’s changed—hardened, almost—and she still has a quick grin but it’s slower, somehow. Her boots are black and her jaw sets tight and there’s something militaristic about her decision making, which makes sense, he supposes, considering.

(Her eyes haven’t changed, though.)

He’s afraid to ask what happened to her. Not that he has a chance to ask, anyway.

Later, when the evil doers are undone and everyone is hugging and celebrating in the console room, he leads her into the hallway with a gentle hand on her elbow, fingers hardly ghosting purple leather.

She looks at him and the years strip away.

"I should have done more."

He’s cradling her face in his hands and by the way she leans into his palm he has a feeling she understands all the ways he means it. 

"You did what you could."

She turns her head, kisses his lifeline.

(The irony of the gesture isn’t lost.)

"It wasn’t enough."

He’s committing every inch of her face to memory; the curve of her nose, the swell of her lips, the gold-flecked honey of her irises.

"Doesn’t matter — I’m here now, aren’t I?"

There’s that grin again, slower to form, but just as sweet.

Rather than answer, he kisses her and it’s all too much to catalog — the taste of her tongue, the tone of her sigh, the feel of her stomach against his hips.

(He can’t tell her, not yet.)

(He’s never been good at goodbye.)

gavin free appreciation post

if i’m going to have semen on my head, i might as well have loads of it

ten/rose, anxious, signature, filthy ;D

brighterthanroses:

He writes his name on her skin. Of course, it’s not his birth name, the name he was given, the name he never wanted for himself, but rather his chosen name, the only name he’ll ever want her to know. Presses his fingers into her back, writing Doctor in many of the languages he knows. English, High Gallifreyan, New Mandarin.

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