JACK HARKNESS MEETING BUCKY AND STEVE IN THE 1940s AND FLIRTING FURIOUSLY WITH BOTH OF THEM
JACK HARKNESS SEEING THEM AGAIN IN THE 21ST CENTURY AND THEY’RE ALL EQUALLY CONFUSED AS EACH OTHER
WHO’S GONNA WRITE THIS. SOMEONE PLEASE DO IT.
NOW NOW NOW NOW NOW.
And then they decide to solve their confusion with threesome. Because really.
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"The lock on your diary wasn’t very good, so it’s your fault I read your diary."
I hope that dude in Ferguson who threw the tear gas back knows how fucking raw he is
Eating fucking chips
We need a t-shirt.
Reminds me of the airking logo from Eden of the East
no, no, i’m not laughing at you, i’m just laughing at how you quote malvolio and polonius unironically
Okay but have you considered: Laertes later telling Hamlet about Polonius rambling on and on. Laertes being half-annoyed and half-amused by those “pearls of wisdom”. Laertes mimicking Polonius’s speech with a squeaky voice and exaggerated gesticulation.
Laertes being completely flabbergasted when he next sees Hamlet and Hamlet has “to thine own self be true” tattooed on his wrist in curly script. Laertes freaking out because what the hell.
Hamlet being all like, well it’s still a cool quote what’s your problem.
Trashy hipster Hamlet gives me life okay.
Michael Brown’s dad before the burial.
The emotion and all of the sweat…. shit is hard to look at, even if its only a picture
I didn’t want to reblog this because it’s hard to look at, but people SHOULD see it.
We SHOULD see a father mourning his teenage son.
We SHOULD see how a killing like Mike’s can take a toll on not only a community, but a family.
It’s as easy for young black men to become martyrs as it is for them to become victims. They can never just be humans.
We can never just be.
since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world
my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
lady i swear by all flowers. Don’t cry
—the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids’ flutter which says
we are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life’s not a paragraph
And death i think is no parenthesis”