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He is So Beautiful!!! <3

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Doctor Who Knock Knock | 10.04

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Last week on Tuesday I saw Episode 1 of Season 11 of Doctor Who, Today I saw Episode 2, I was Waiting till I saw a few Episodes before I said Something about it, So far I think Jodie Whittaker is doing a great Job, as The 13th Doctor. I like her Doctor Already! :)

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Halloween 

Severus Snape Aesthetic 

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#TimeNeverForgetsTwelve  #TheUniverseLovesPeterCapaldi #ThankYouForBeingCosmicPeterCapaldi  He Will Forever Be My Doctor!  I Will Never Forget Him, and I Will Love Him Always!

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Q: What do you think your talent is? A: Storytelling. I’m attracted to stories, and I like the way they’re built, and I like the way they tell us something that’s worth telling…and I just like to ride along. I like to hear a good story or a good joke. I discovered that when I started to act.

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1991.

by  Greg Gorman

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River and lust for life:

When I think of River I feel a dull ache because I think of Melody dying alone without a care, of Mels growing up with rage and deaths wishes, of River and her memory  gutted like a war-torn city. Because I think of soldiers, fanaticism, hatred and a child in the middle. Because I think of a terrible loneliness that comes from being chosen, special, different, criminal, imprisoned, insane, nothing.

But when I think of River I also feel an irrepressible joy. Like the smile superimposed in the ghostly light of her helmet the very first time I glimpsed at her face in the Library. I hear a throaty laughter, a teasing quip, an assured tone, a dance, a waltz, many waltzes, an exciting tattoo of clicking heels, explosions, beeping dashboards and ancient dirges. I feel sung to, treated to a tale from between Scrooge-McDuck-imprinted sheets and plushies. I learn little girls are made of stuff as only fortresses are made on, with the cold corridors, labyrinthine dampness and besieged loneliness it begs. And old girls are made of what’s left of little girls, with all the vision, delight and impatience it can muster.

I love the fun River has with her life, like one would have white wine with goat cheese. Fun goes well with life. Perhaps not happiness because it would require equilibrium, wholeness, peace River cannot recover or rebuild, but certainly joie de vivre. And that’s enough to fuel a life. To blaze.

Through losses, we make compromises to keep on living. We accommodate ourselves to unhappiness, for life. River always left me with the impression the compromises were made to keep on enjoying.

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Long before you were born, you were always to be a dagger floating straight to their heart (x)

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I think everyone wonders if they are. But I was, once.

Signs by James Goss, The Diary of River Song

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Moffat Appreciation Countdown: Day 1 - Favourite character arc

River Song - “That’s a fairy tale.” “Aren’t we all?”

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(you were always exact to me) (like a storm cellar) (I liked it near your airstreams) (you never called me a social parasite and I felt good about that) (you never said things like the handwriting is on the wall) (you never said we were biding our time) (you weren’t a warden) (you weren’t a damper) (you didn’t live in a chimney) (you didn’t work for management) (we were still under construction) (there were warning signs all over us)

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The fact is the present usually hurts. (x)

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You. Me. Handcuffs.

Handcuff (n.): A pair of lockable linked metal rings for securing a prisoner’s wrists.

For his first encounter with River Song, the Doctor is claimed as hers, with a ring unbreakable; her handcuffs. As their encounters unfold, the bind softens: steel, leather, silk, bio energy, at last flesh, when he stops River’s hand from slapping him. The Doctor is, this time, the one to ‘handcuff’ her, one hand, as she did long ago in the Library. The first handcuffing had seen River disappear just after being introduced. The second would give her reality for a second, for a kiss, before vanishing again. River had punched him then, depriving him shortly of the world and her presence, buying time. He had blacked-out. The stopped slap in the tomb was the Doctor refusing another black-out, this time voluntary and directed at her, as he had ignored her phantom.

If they share a leather wrist band, it is only because they are of the same fabric; time. And time cannot be unwoven easily. It is another exchange of vows, taking place outside time: the Doctor slipped on River’s Vortex Manipulator as the Universe was dying and River did as the story was ended, after the happily ever after. In-between and after, every clutch, steel or stone, would eventually be replaced by a flesh or silk caress. This is a pact, for both of them, to protect another from physical or mental harm. Beside the imprisonment symbol, handcuffs are a link that cannot be broken. And in here the strongest are not made of steel.

The steel wedding anniversary celebrates the eleventh. Bowties may be cool, but the wedding rings were handcuffs in this story.

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my hell is no worse than yours (x)