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Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
You know what kills me about the graveyard scene?
The Doctor just loses it, gets to cry and mourn his best friends. He doesn’t even think about the angel. Who does?
River.
She has to stand there and stare at the thing that just essentially killed her parents right in front of her, and she can’t blink, and can’t look away, because the Doctor isn’t able to think about that right now, and she has to protect them both.
wow ok
An Absent Soul
Federico Garcia Lorca
Neither the bull nor the fig tree know you,
nor your horses, nor the ants under your floor.
Neither the child nor the evening know you,
because you have died for all time.
The spine of rock does not know you,
nor the black satin where you are ruined,
Your mute remembrance does not know you,
because you have died for all time.
Autumn will come with its snails,
grapes in mist, and clustered mountains,
but no one will want to gaze in your eyes,
because you have died for all time.
Because you have died for all time,
the same as all the dead of the Earth,
the same as all the dead forgotten
in a pile of lifeless curs.
No one knows you. No. But I sing of you.
I sing for others your profile and grace.
The famed ripeness of your understanding.
Your appetite for death, pleasure in its savour.
The sadness your valiant gaiety contained.
Not for a long time, if ever, will there be born,
an Andalusian so brilliant, so rich in adventure.
I sing his elegance in words that moan,
and remember a sad breeze through the olive-trees.
daily reminder that john probably goes to angelo’s and orders sherlock’s favourite dish every friday, sits in the same seat they sat in on their first night together, and insists on paying when angelo tells him it’s ‘on the house, really, it’s fine’.
All the coolest bromances save each other from water.
BUT SHERLOCK WAS ALONE ON THE WATER
BUT SHERLOCK WAS ALONE ON THE WATER
Tom’s expression after hearing the entire sentence. Notice how completely changed.
wow you can actually see his heart climbing up into his throat
So in Goblet of Fire, Barty Crouch Jr. dies in the chapter “The Parting Of The Ways.” He’s played by David Tennant in the movies, whose first episode of Doctor Who was “The Parting Of The Ways.”
ENGLAND has better continuity than a single episode of Glee.
mostly reblogging for that comment.
^^ Ditto.
(Source: wholove)
