heartcramp:

Look, if you nicely tell me that swearing makes you uncomfortable and you politely ask me not to, I will stop immediately and speak nicer than a nun.

But if you start acting like you’re on some fucking high horse, or telling me that I’m going to Hell for talking the way that I do and you can’t “be around that kind of language” then you can bet your motherfuckin’ ass that I’ll be fucking cussing like a cunt-fuckin’ sailor you maggot-ridden piece of dick.

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carryonmywincestson:

INTELLIGENCE IS NOT MEASURED IN YOUR KNOWLEDGE OF MATH

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inbox:

Jesus died for your sims

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youarereadingthistextnow:

haloswingsandautocorrect:

For the love of God, Cas

ME SO HAPPY

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weathured:

oureax:

Paler than snow 

ghostly

I’m Asian this is rude.

weathured:

oureax:

Paler than snow 

ghostly

I’m Asian this is rude.

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bilboh:

one time in sixth grade this kid shouted “urethra” instead of “eureka”

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First Doctor:
First words: What are you doing here?
Last words: It’s all over’. That’s what you said. No, but it isn’t. It’s far from being all over. I must get back to the Tardis immediately! I must go now… I must go at once. Ah yes, thank you. Keep warm.
Second Doctor:
First words: Araagh, slower…slower! Concentrate on one thing…one thing!
Last words: Is this some sort of joke? No, I refuse to be treated in… What are you doing? No! Stop! You’re making me giddy! No! You can’t do this to me. No! No! No! No! No! No! No!
Third Doctor:
First words: Shoes, must find my shoes. Unhand me, Madam!
Last words: A tear, Sarah Jane? No, don’t cry. While there’s life, there’s…
Fourth Doctor:
First words: Typical Sontaran attitude…stop Linx… perverting the course of human history… I tell you, Brigadier - there’s nothing to worry about. The Brontosaurus is large and placid.
Last words: It’s the end… but the moment has been prepared for…
Fifth Doctor:
First words: Ah, you’ve come to help me find the Zero Room. Welcome aboard. I’m The Doctor, or will be if this regeneration works out.
Last words: Going soon. It’s time to say goodbye. Might regenerate, I don’t know. Feels different this time. Adric?
Sixth Doctor:
First words: You were expecting someone else?
Last words: Carrot juice, carrot juice, carrot juice…
Seventh Doctor:
First words: No Mel! Myah… that was a nice nap… now down to business. I’m a bit worried about the temporal flicker in sector 13.
Last words: Got to stop him.
Eigth Doctor:
First words: Who am I? WHO AM I?
Last words: Physician heal thyself.
Eight and a half:
First words: Doctor no more!
Last words: Oh yes, of course, suppose it makes sense. Wearing a bit thin. I hope the ears are a bit less conspicuous this time.
Ninth Doctor:
First words: Run!
Last words: Rose, before I go I just want to tell you, you were fantastic. Absolutely fantastic. And d’you know what? So was I.
Tenth Doctor:
First words: Hello. OK, mmm. New teeth. That’s weird. So where was I? Oh that’s right… Barcelona.
Last words: I don’t want to go.
Meta-Crisis Doctor:
First words: Oh Yes.
Last words: I've only got one life, Rose Tyler. I could spend it with you. If you want.
Eleveth Doctor:
First words: Aaargh! Legs! I’ve still got legs. Good. Arms, hands, ooh fingers, lots of fingers. Ears, yes eyes, two, nose…I’ve had worse. Chin…blimey! Hair! I’m a girl! No! No, I’m not a girl… and still not ginger! There’s something else, something important, I’m…I’m…I’m… crashing! Haha! Woohoo! And… geronimo!
Last words: I will not forget one line of this. Not one day. I swear. I will always remember when the Doctor was me.

happiest:

does anyone else download music then look forward to listening to it on the bus the next day

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