i knew this day would come
IT GOT BETTER.
according to USA Today, the average tumblr user spends 2.5 hours a month on tumblr
more like 2.5 hours an hour.
I told my friend she drew her eyebrows on too high
she seemed surprised
a child’s skull before losing baby teeth.
CHILDREN ARE FREAKS
That is the most fascinating thing i have seen. In like ever.
pretty sure i’ve reblogged this too many times
oh my god
wait so does the jaw heal itself or do we keep those GAPPING HOLES?
i’m gonna feel my jaw for holes
I think I can feel holes oh god.
There’s now a buttload of people on Tumblr just feeling their own faces.
That makes me uneasy
babies really do come from space
THIS IS THE MOST TERRIFYING THING I’VE EVER SEEN!
WHAT THE FUCK
WHAT IF JACK AND A WEEPING ANGEL HAD A DAUGHTER
AND IT IS CLARA
SO SHE’S IMMORTAL
BUT GOES TO RANDOM SPACES IN TIME BECAUSE WEEPING ANGEL
DAMN IT JACK
I TOLD YOU NOT TO FLIRT WITH THE STATUE
THIS IS MY NEW THEORY
DEAL WITH IT
i’m okay with this
Wait…what? If he touched a weeping angel he would get sent back in time, right? So this makes no sense!
Unless the angels need to touch you with their hands to send you back in time
so theoretically possible?
Jack would find a way.
I will never not reblog this, because it just gives me so many feels.
This… Is how ever artist is - whether we draw, write or even roleplay… Our characters speak to us, they let us know how they feel, how they think… It’s why I cherish each character I have ever rp’d because… They’ve become a part of who I am. All of the characters I write as… I give life to and that to me is a beautiful thing.
I agree with this full heartedly. My roleplay characters become parts of myself, my own children who have snarky attitudes, who grow, and develop. I love everyone of them, and when they pass away, I know they will never fully be gone.
So many feelings. My characters are my babies and I will always love them, even if they choose to do stupid shit.
this isn’t just for artists. writers feel the same way. i love the characters in each story i write, whether they’re good or evil, because they all have a life. it may be a life that isn’t real, but to me each of them are real. just to me.