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★ The Eleventh Tribute » Reasons why you love him so much


▧ So close. | The Last of Us

How come no one talks about this?
This harrowing fraction of a second between the moment his knees hit the floor merely a few meters from the elevator and the moment one of the soldier blows his brains out.
That fraction of a second when he’s looking at Ellie for the last time, his mind rewinding back to the first time they met until now and fast-forwarding into a future that’ll never exist, while his eyes deafeningly scream "I failed, Ellie. I’m sorry. We were supposed to go back to Jackson but now you’re going to die because of me. I’m sorry".

Oooh… so that’s why no one talks about it.


Consider this… Dean lies. What if… He didn’t just get lucky. He knew exactly what to say to Timmy because he’d been there before, thirty years ago.  After Mary’s death, Dean’s mom began visiting him at night, in his dreams.  At first it was a blessing.  There was nothing he wanted more than to see his mother again.  Dean tried to tell John about his dreams, but John wouldn’t listen, the memories of his late wife to raw and painful to think about.  Dean was always smart… maybe it would be better, for all of them, if Dean let her go, let her move on.  He knew it would be painful, but it was what was best for her, and it’d be okay.  So he told her one night with tears in his eyes, that she couldn’t come to him anymore.  Mary begged him to let her stay, to watch her little boy grow up.  It wasn’t fair, that she wouldn’t get to know the man he would become.  He looked into her eyes and told her, Sometimes you gotta do what’s best for you, even if it’s gonna hurt the ones you love.  I know you love me, and I’ll always love you, too, Mom.

Hail Mary, full of grace.

Our Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou among woman, and blessed is the fruit of they womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death.



You truly are the only one in all the realms who believes in me.

Have you ever wondered just how much time River actually gets to spend with The Doctor? She’s not as old as he is, but their relationship spans centuries for him.  Did she get to see him everyday of her life - after TWORS? Or at least multiple times a week? “Her days yes, but her nights…” How many nights did they get? How many adventures did they have? We see so little of what makes them a couple, what makes them happy. How married are they? Well the finale should speak for itself. They are two people who do all they can to spend time with each other, but how much time is that? How long is the time between when they lose the Ponds and he takes her to the Towers and how long is it between when he sends her to the Library and he sees her again in the finale? There are so many questions where they are concerned, but yet we ship them so hard, and so much.  We get emotionally attached to them in ways that we can’t really explain, and the fact that they are canon…well, that’s what makes it so hard. They love each other so much, and we only see a glimmer of that. We see what Moffat wants us to see, and it’s clear The Doctor is a diehard romantic, and he’s been alive for centuries, if he wanted to be extremely romantic he had time and space to mess around in. They are, always and completely, invested in their relationship. Her death killed him. They don’t know what to do without each other. Her heart is broken when he leaves her at the Library and doesn’t visit, and his hearts break for her more than once: 1. he knows that she dies, he’s seen it. 2. the Towers, he couldn’t avoid it forever, and taking her there kills him.  ”Nearly two thousand years saving the universe Strax, and you know what I’ve realized? The universe doesn’t care.” He is utterly heartbroken, and it breaks farther still at the end of the finale. He tells her he loves her in the best way that he can, and she gives him hope, she gives him life. They are inseparable  Time and space, and they will always be intricately and exuberantly connected with the other, not even time or space can separate them. There will never be anyone else for them, because they found it all, and lost it all with each other.

  • this will crush your soul
  • don't do it

Listen to this song and think about what it’s going to feel like walking into ‘There and Back Again’ It’s the last time we will ever get to experience Tolkien’s world on the big screen. LOTR is my childhood- like it is for many. We have lined up for the books together, dressed up together, and followed Bilbo, Frodo, Sam, The Company and The Fellowship together every step of the way.When Lord of the Rings ended we knew at some point that we would get the Hobbit so it wasn’t really goodbye, more a see you later. But not this time. When December 17th 2014 comes around, the Peter Jackson-Tolkien era will be coming to a close and I just don’t think I’m ready for that…


THE MAGIC BEGINS - A Harry Potter Challenge 

» a character death you wish didn’t happen

"No - no - no!" someone was shouting. "No! Fred! No!" And Percy was shaking his brother, and Ron was kneeling beside them, and Fred’s eyes stared without seeing, the ghost of his last laugh still etched upon his face.

sherlock asking john to dance on john’s wedding

Castiel was so happy to see 2009!Dean because he reminded him of the man he used to love before that man turned into a ruthless killer. Castiel looked up at past Dean with such adoration when he delivered the speech about killing everyone being stupid. Because that what Castiel’s Dean used to be like; that’s what made Castiel fall for him. And the lack of what hurts the angel the most.

Let Her Go

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word Count: 4.7k (yeah this is to make up for my lack of writing okay)

A/N: Inspired by this song  

You see her when you close your eyes
Maybe one day you’ll understand why
Everything you touch surely dies

But you only need the light when it’s burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go

"Hey Dan," Phil starts, and I glance over at him, smiling until I see the way that he’s wringing his hands together anxiously.

"What’s wrong?" I ask tentatively, putting my drink down next to me and hugging my knees to my chest. We’re sat on the sofa, at opposite ends but entangled in the same duvet, him with his laptop on his knees and me with my phone in one hand, the other hand left free to grab the drink from the side should I want it.

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