well its not exactly mine


a decade since the airing of “dalek

some deleted lines. (text from “doctor who: the shooting scripts”)


The more you loved someone, the less sense anything made.


A Week Without Regrets

Day 3: Colours 


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Sold My Soul Like A Pocket Knife - a mchanzo fic

It is Jesse’s birthday. The concept of simple gifts eludes Hanzo. Featuring reclusive guitar playing, unhealthy midnight snacks, expresionless brotherly teasing, and one sentimental fog.

This is not about Aki but it’s probably the most important blog entry Mao has ever made so. I’ve been hesitating over whether I should translate it or not but id-iot-s on LJ beat me to the punch while I was busy crying my eyes out :’) so here is her translation!

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