There are approximately 1,013,913 words in the English language but I could never string any of them together to explain how incredible I think you are.
basically when I find an RP partner with similar interests and writing style and everything works perfectly: mine. mine forever. go away other people. you can’t have.
I find it comical when women think I care about
If one titty is slightly bigger than the other
Bumps or discoloration
If I have you naked in front of me and I am naked too, the only thing on my mind is where am I putting my mouth first
This turned me on
I need to like add this permanently to my blog, shit is too relevant
i love this
Shut up. I needed a kitten stealing a pancake on my blog.
Honestly, if you don’t need a kitten stealing a pancake on your blog, it had better be because you already have a kitten stealing a pancake on your blog.
If my cat does that someday, I would just love her more. And I would laugh <3
Wedding rings! The elvish engraving says:
“One ring to show our love, one ring to bind us, one ring to seal our love and forever entwine us.”
I’m geeking out so hard right now.
THESE WILL BE MY WEDDING RINGS.
The Doctor didn’t like the room he was in. The window was too small, for one, and the only view was of the rest of the hospital building and the parking lot below. The rest of the room tried too hard to combat the stiff sterility and clinical feel. The potted plant in the corner, the curtains’ bland design of pale gold, cream, and dull pink, the soft, dimmed lighting, the too-firm armchair…they all made it worse, not better.
But then there was the reason he was here, and even in her fragile state, she took his breath away. Rose laid there on the bed, peaceful but for the tangle of tubes and wires surrounding her and the harsh lullaby of steady beeps and ticks accompanied by the soft whoosh of the machine that was breathing for her.
He shifted restlessly in the armchair by her side, unable to get comfortable and unable to discern if this was the chair’s fault or how his mind was trying to string together the words he wanted to say.
“You know,” he started,”you know I don’t want you to go, Rose. But you don’t have to stay…for me. I’ll be all right. ‘Sides, I’ll be right behind you—Oi! I already hear you fussing and moaning. No, not like that. I wouldn’t dream of offing myself. The number of times you saved this sorry hide? That’d be quite rude, wouldn’t it?”
Gallifreyans rarely cook food for themselves, as they usually gain all required sustenance from pill-like objects such as Promarzzi bars. However, on special occasions more traditional food and drink may be consumed.
- Karmine pudding
- Dactyl Eggs
- Blue fruit
- Roasted Grockleroots
- Gallifreyan pizza
- Tea (presumably similar to the tea drunk on Earth, though a Gallifreyan tea set consists of over 178 individual pieces)
- Bog-Truffle Tincture
- Milean Head Juice (alcoholic)
- Orneilian Wine
- Rassilon’s Red