This motherfucker was walking around Comic-Con in a hyper-realistic Walter White/Bryan Cranston mask
guess who was underneath this Bryan Cranston mask
fucking Bryan Cranston.
Me: *accidentally cuts self with pocketknife*
Me: *stops bleeding with duct tape*
i keep thinking back to amy’s afterword
and how it says everything the doctor needs to hear: that she’s happy, that she did find rory, that they lived a long life together
and then i keep thinking back to river’s words
don’t let him see the damage
and wondering whether anything in that afterward is actually true.
i need to kick you in the knee cap
I’M COLD AND I DON’T LIKE IT :(
PUT ON A JUMPER
LIKE ONE OF THESE
go stand in the corner and think about what you’ve done!
i didnt get it and then i did and i started crying so fuck you
I don’t get it *scrolls past* … *scrolls back up* oh. *creys*
So I was walking down a corridor at school with a friend today.
And a 11th grader tapped on my friends shoulder and asked: ‘Are you guys in the 10th grade?’
WE ARE IN THE 12TH GRADE YOU PEASANT HOW DARE YOU