watson-sighs-and-tuts:

Can you imagine all that time the Doctor was unable to feel that smell - the smell of homeland, of HIS PEOPLE. That rich, beloved, sacred smell, so essential for his life. Not being able to smell must have been like living in a void, senseless, soulless, formless, like being deprived of a proof of existence. There was no smell so maybe the Time Lords never existed, maybe it was all in his head, when he thought he could almost remember that thick aroma of mountains, grass, fresh breeze and books? When he clung to belief that home was real even though now decaying and sinking in ashes? And then he felt it on Utopia, not only Time Lords’ smell but the smell of the Master, which he could recognize anywhere, because this smell was the dearest, the most precious, the most beloved, the one and only. So many memories when they grow up, learnt, discovered and then fought together and against one other, but always there, two halves, inseparable, keeping the balance in each other. And he almost broke down to his knees there, pleading the Master to stop, to think, to come back, to let him touch, hold and feel all of it, feel the proof that THEY ARE REAL, THAT HE DIDN’T DREAM GALLIFREY or created nightmares about Time War, just to punish himself, because guilt seemed his only friend, the only friend left to shelter him from solitude. He almost cried there with relief, with joy, with so much longing, because that smell reminded him of everything that’s home, before it got corrupted and burnt. And when they feel each other this way, it’s so sensual so intimate, so private, so BETWEEN THEM, like they are the only one in the room, recognizing each other immediately, body and soul yearning and alerted. You are the very air I breathe reminding me that I am alive, never more alive than with you around. And it’s a curse, like bonds, straining them, keeping them tied forever, but also a blessing, because no matter what happens, how far they are, how separated, they will always find the way back. That smell is like a gravitational pull between them, letting them preserve the sense of purpose and direction. Whenever you are, I will follow. It’s an instinct. And that smell is their guide.

betype:

Fear Nothing  -Unexpected Voyage: Motivation, Travel, Summer 

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crankyinfps:

Sometimes we question life, the universe, and everything and often this ends with us wondering whether or not we really exist. Cue existential crisis.

crankyinfps:

If we do not find a way to rationalize or write out our thoughts and feelings, it is very easy for us to get overwhelmed with them. We need a basis of logic to sort them out and put them in order.

neil-gaiman:

fipindustries:

the best of give up-gaiman

One of those “if I could turn back time 12 hours and not put up that photo” moments…

fuckitfireeverything:

or, why the MCU didn’t ruin your favorite supervillain.

below the cut: Iron Man 3 spoilers, discussion of cultural appropriation, narrative arc, and analysis of how ridiculously, wonderfully meta the advertising scheme of IM3 was.

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silveray:

Zenri and Lawrence. 

thranduilings:

Diva Legolas | Part 4: The Fellowship of the Ring 

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orsane:

damn you north mythology.

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