Who's Flying This Thing?

Oh. Right. That would be me. Back to work...

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In the moments before she dies, a woman whose hair used to be bright ginger is visited by a man in a bowtie. She does not know who he is and thinks about giving him a piece of her mind till he moves forward and presses his fingertips to her temple. Memories flood her mind. People and planets and places she had saved alongside a long streak of nothing rush back to her. She remembers being the most important woman in creation. Then with a smile on her face Donna Noble closes her eyes and sleeps forevermore. The Doctor simply looks on with tears in his eyes as his best friend leaves this world with the only gift he could give her.

shonilane:

scifigamingmom:

donnanoble-the-sasstronaut:

mrloopysquirrel:

wHy

hello yes, 911 send me an aMBULANCE

There is something wrong with all of you.

Y’all…why?

(Source: onginalmaz)

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Fat people are liars. No one that large is happy with their body.

juicyjacqulyn:

iridessence:

yourleastfavoritething:

I almost laugh every time I see a “fat acceptance” post where someone in a double digit size is talking about how much they love their body. Sorry. You’re a fucking liar. No one that large loves their body. You’re just using that “love” as a pathetic excuse to stuff your face.

This is hilarious because I am the biggest I’ve ever been and I ain’t ever loved myself so fucking much.

My clit gets hard when I look in the mirror. I rub my belly and I squeeze my ass and just cry wondering how perfection exists on this plane.

But it does boo, and it’s called “me.”

But why? 

Why would we lie, when we both know you wouldn’t believe it either way?

When we both know you had your mind made up long before asking if we were happy.

Why would we lie? 

Because you think we really want the approval and acceptance of hateful, self loathing trolls like you?

Why do you think your acceptance is that important to us?

I promise you it’s not.