okay fine i'm a doctor who blog i guess. very far behind on the arrowverse but i'll get there | artblog | other sideblogs (yes i know i have too many don't look at me)
i also haven't stopped thinking about it because like. imagine you are in a horrible situation, an absolutely terrifying day, and a woman shows up out of nowhere and she’s all big eyes and bright smile and borderline inappropriate one liners and she rattles off her impossible plan in a minute and doesn't need to take a breath after. she grabs your hand and not once during your mad run does it change temperature. she takes you through the deepest tunnels and dashing out under the bright sunlight and her pupils don't react to the light in any way. she pushes you out the way of danger and takes the full brunt of the blow and dies in that street, arms outstretched. she takes the full brunt of the blow and nothing happens, glancing off her like air around a bird. she takes the full brunt of the blow and the world shudders, throwing you to the ground as the sky starts to rip open. she takes the full brunt of the blow and she was never there at all, and your world's suffering goes on unimpeded. she takes the full brunt of the blow and her skin slides off her and what is left is a hole in the universe, is something old and dark and crackling, is camera flare on the back of your eyelids and you've always seen it always been seeing it your whole life every time you blink is hoarfrost in your chest twisting and taking and tearing right down to your lungs is your own skin burning off and your bones melting away and your brain fled already and all that is left of you is the fear, she takes the full brunt of the blow and what is left is nothing and everything and endless and never and she takes the full brunt of the blow and grabs your hand and says oops, sorry about that and there was never any danger in the first place. she flies off after saving the day and you realise that you never saw her blink once.
not enough posts/art/fic about post hell bent clara being a straight up nightmare creature. like. she’d already turned into something a bit horrific its not like immortality + access to all of time and space was gonna help that. and ashildr isnt exactly a companion who’s gonna make her better lmao
I find myself enjoying Elsbeth. It's giving early 2000s comfort TV like Monk and Rizzoli & Isles. Watching Elsbeth and Officer Kaya Blanke put the pieces together is like watching Rizzoli & Isles, but for the weirdo girlies. It's kind of how my bestie and I became friends tbh.
So we all know that Tumblr is US-centric. But to what degree? (and can we skew the results of this poll by posting it at a time where they should be asleep?)
game changer, season 1: three men in their thirties make animal impressions
game changer, season 6: three improv artists are plunged into a hell dimension ruled by a chaos demon who has personally customised the stage to psychologically torture them in ways never seen before