Story Tells Itself. on Flickr.
When Eleven goes, I can only wish he goes down like a man. I know he won’t. He will be blubbery about it like Ten. He’s gonna cry, and then I’m gonna cry, but afterwards I’m just gonna be pissed at him for not being brave for me, like Nine, and making the transition a little easier, even exciting. As any change should be, for a thousand-year-old adventurer. Who, by the way, doesn’t ACTUALLY die.
imagine benedicked cumberbutch asking you to have a sex but you cant stop laughing at his fucked up crumpet name and he thinks your laughing at his wiener so he leaves
Imagine Benedict Cumberbatch slowly and sensually eating an entire brick of cheddar cheese
Imagine Benedict Cumberbatch depositing his eggs into a live caterpillar, providing the young with a food source when they hatch
…You alright?
I am but I don’t think the caterpillar is :(
another kick-ass staxk of books. on Flickr.
Ayden.
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