I’VE FIGURED IT OUT.
In the Eleventh Hour, Rory’s badge reads:
Rory is 30ish during the Angels Take Manhattan episode.
He’s (presumably) sent back to 1938.
1990 - 1938 = 52 years, 52+30 = 82 years old
The date the badge was issued is the day he died.
Holy Mary, mother of fuck.
But…in 1990 Rory was still a kid, yeah?
10 year old Rory Nurse. I can accept that.
#Bones acts as if everything in the galaxy is Jim’s fault #the kid is seventeen Jim why the fuck is the kid 17 what did you do

I AM SO HAPPY THIS MOMENT IN TELEVISION EXISTS
Velma: “My glasses, my glasses, I can’t see without my glasses!”
Johnny: “My glasses, my glasses, I can’t be seen without my glasses!”
A Scandal of Bigheads
Fucking. Hell. THIS FANDOM.
Now I want Sherlock bobblehead
I feel that there should be a cheat code on the box set that makes this happen to every episode.
finally, Sherlock’s head is relative to the size of his ego.
Still not big enough
Sorry.
God, why are all the Peter Pans so perfect.
PETER FUCKING PAN.
I met him once. When I went to DisneyWorld in Florida. He hugged me and told me he liked my hair (it was wavy and pink that summer, which he then proceeded to touch) and my little sisters outfit (she was dressed as Alice). Love his dude. He’s the most adorable little shit.
that-flighty-temptress-adventure:
#Homer Simpson don’t give a fuck about homosexuality.
there’s something bothering me about this place…the girl in green becomes black in the last gif. ಠ_ಠ
And the girl at the bar suddenly has a tattoo.
Lesbians are not bound to the same laws as you mere mortals







