A Time to Chase Frogs

My name is Kelsey, and I'm studying to be an archaeologist. I am a lover of all things weird, wonderous, and whimsical.

andrea4aday:

usb-dongle:

it has been one of my greatest dreams to beat the living shit out of something at least once so god fucking help anybody that ever tries to assault me because i will be brimming with every violent urge that i have ever tucked away in my entire life

amen

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welcometorivendell: okayophelia: somerandomsong: The Oncoming Storm by `Saimain #i just squeaked #on the one hand bzuhh this is hot #i like my boys bruised and bloody#on the other hand this is terrifying on a deeply satisfying level #i want the literal doctor cold and driven to the brink of insanity #thrusting his bare hands into the still-beating heart of the monster #(which often it seems is his own self) #i want him stripped of that goddamn sonic screwdriver #i want him battling with his wits; i dont want him to hide behind the technology which refangs him somewhat (but on purpose) #(because if you reduce the doctor to his wits you are in fact unleashing him) #(and remember they literally built a box to hold this monster in) #(you can’t build a securer one than the one he’s already built himself) #i want your vicious unholy abyss stripped clean of the scabs you have carefully cultivatd is what i want #i want you ripping through everything in your way even as you bleed yourself #i want you angry i want you vengeful with the fury of eternity #with the guilt of the massacre of your own flesh and soul that you will enver wash clean #i want you smothered with the blood that has always adorned you #i want you destroyed and destroying #i want eternity reflecting the hollowness within you #i want….. so much and MOFFAT GET THE FUCK OUT SO I CAN HAVE IT BACK AGAIN GODDAMNIT (thymoss) #yes thank #give me all your trickster archetypes transmogrified into embodiments of death and chaos #show me the blood staining the doctor #that we intellectually know is there; i want to see it in his bruises in the blood in the torn clothes and smoke from the battlefield #i want the centuries of careful control and barely-performed humanity to be broken through and have the alien peer back #i want the dark heart of rage that lurks in the centre of his humanism to ripple forth in anguish #and drive him proper mad #it’s all goddamn there in the text; davies saw it; hinted at it; showed us the abyss pouring out through the cracks ever now and again #moffat only plays at it (okayophelia)

welcometorivendell:

okayophelia:

somerandomsong:

The Oncoming Storm by `Saimain

#i just squeaked #on the one hand bzuhh this is hot #i like my boys bruised and bloody#on the other hand this is terrifying on a deeply satisfying level #i want the literal doctor cold and driven to the brink of insanity #thrusting his bare hands into the still-beating heart of the monster #(which often it seems is his own self) #i want him stripped of that goddamn sonic screwdriver #i want him battling with his wits; i dont want him to hide behind the technology which refangs him somewhat (but on purpose) #(because if you reduce the doctor to his wits you are in fact unleashing him) #(and remember they literally built a box to hold this monster in) #(you can’t build a securer one than the one he’s already built himself) #i want your vicious unholy abyss stripped clean of the scabs you have carefully cultivatd is what i want #i want you ripping through everything in your way even as you bleed yourself #i want you angry i want you vengeful with the fury of eternity #with the guilt of the massacre of your own flesh and soul that you will enver wash clean #i want you smothered with the blood that has always adorned you #i want you destroyed and destroying #i want eternity reflecting the hollowness within you #i want….. so much and MOFFAT GET THE FUCK OUT SO I CAN HAVE IT BACK AGAIN GODDAMNIT (thymoss)

#yes thank #give me all your trickster archetypes transmogrified into embodiments of death and chaos #show me the blood staining the doctor #that we intellectually know is there; i want to see it in his bruises in the blood in the torn clothes and smoke from the battlefield #i want the centuries of careful control and barely-performed humanity to be broken through and have the alien peer back #i want the dark heart of rage that lurks in the centre of his humanism to ripple forth in anguish #and drive him proper mad #it’s all goddamn there in the text; davies saw it; hinted at it; showed us the abyss pouring out through the cracks ever now and again #moffat only plays at it
(okayophelia)

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Somebody loves you if they don’t mind the quiet. They don’t mind running errands with you or cleaning your apartment while blasting some annoying music. There’s no pressure, no need to fill the silences. You know how with some of your friends there needs to be some sort of activity for you to hang out? You don’t feel comfortable just shooting the shit and watching bad reality TV with them. You need something that will keep the both of you busy to ensure there won’t be a void. That’s not love. That’s “Hey babe! I like you okay. Do you wanna grab lunch? I think we have enough to talk about to fill two hours!” It’s a damn dream when you find someone you can do nothing with. Whether you’re skydiving together or sitting at home and doing different things, it’s always comfortable. That is fucking love.

—How To Tell If Someone Loves You (via teri0re)

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