Life of a Leaky Pen

thetardis:

doctorrobin:

lakeor:

mycroftsmindtardis:

#Can you imagine if one day you’re just casually passing by your living room window when you see a familiar figure outside with a long coat and converse shoes #and your heart stops for a second as if deciding whether you finally died, but you’re alive, and so you wait for the vision to slip back into your subconscious #but it doesn’t.

#He begins to walk away and your book drops from your hand, falling open and wrinkling its pages while your legs bolt towards the front door #but by the time you fumble onto the steps all you can see is a faint outline of an old police telephone box and the distancing sound of waking dreams. #You can’t help but yell out “DOCTOR!” but it’s as noticeable as the last glimmer of the TARDIS bulb.

#Then you find that somehow the sun as gone down and that you’ve been standing on the sidewalk all afternoon, you also realize that neighbors are staring out their windows. #When you finally get inside you run into the living room and look out the window but it’s all dark now. #You step back and your heel hits something, the book, it’s still on the floor #Picking it up you look at it’s creased pages, refusing to unfold them. #An unexpected bookmark for the day you saw The Doctor.

#Ah but as you pick up the page, you notice something between the pages of the book. # A small key, left behind by someone or something to let you know he is still out there. #You breath in and glance back at the window into the night, listening for anything that might have placed that key in your book. #Nothing comes to your ears. #You clench the key in your fist and turn around, ready to head to bed and wishing that your dream was actually reality.

#That would be when the noise sounded up. #The moment when all hope was gone, you hear the sound again. #The whooshing grinding noise that brings hope back to life. #You look over your shoulder into the gloom, # seeing a faint light pierce the dark. #A blue box. #One that is bigger on the inside.# A head pops out of it and looks at you as you stare at the window.

#”Still want to come along?”

Every Whovian’s daydream put into words.

(Source: benedctsbafta)

all-misty-eyed:

The TARDIS as seen on the first episode of Doctor Who, 1963.

New rule…first ever fucking TARDIS Always fucking reblog

(Source: icarusing)

my-stolen-thief:

married-to-my-work:

capitolgoods:

enemy-of-the-capitol:

thatonetheycallchloe:

im-thequeen-of-okay:

sageoflogic:

ancreatur:

landofinkandglass:

whitefluffyhat:

TARDIS YOU ARE DESTROYING THIS FAMILY. 

TARDIS YOU ARE TEARING THIS FAMILY APART

TARDIS THIS IS WHY WE CAN’T HAVE NICE THINGS

TARDIS YOU GET BACK IN THIS HOUSE AND TAKE A COLD SHOWER AND SO HELP ME IF YOU DO NOT SOBER UP…

TARDIS YOU ARE GOING TO DRINK ALL THE COFFEE IN THE KITCHEN. AND I AM TAKING AWAY YOUR BOOZE. GOD DAMMIT. 

TARDIS WHAT ARE YOU EVEN DOING I JUST CAN’T DEAL WITH THIS ANYMORE LOOK AT YOUR LIFE LOOK AT YOUR CHOICES.

TARDIS YOU NEED HELP. PROFESSIONAL HELP.

TARDIS YOU DON’T WANT TO BECOME LIKE HAYMITCH, WE CAN GET YOU HELP.

TARDIS YOU ARE ABUSING YOUR BODY AND YOU ARE SO MUCH STRONGER THAN THIS.

TARDIS WE HAVE TALKED ABOUT THIS BEING A DRUNK IS NOT “SEXY”

TARDIS I CAN’T HELP YOU UNLESS YOU HELP YOURSELF.

(Source: fuckyeahjenna)