Something Fucky
Capri Jay |-/ 18 |-/ bone dust smells like Cool Ranch Doritos





kylemichaud:

So, davidtennantinplacesheshouldntbe asked for submissions.
I was going to take a nap, but decided to do this instead.
I’m not sure if someone’s done it already or not…
But, here you go!

kylemichaud:

So, davidtennantinplacesheshouldntbe asked for submissions.

I was going to take a nap, but decided to do this instead.

I’m not sure if someone’s done it already or not…

But, here you go!



myplaceandsoul:

The Master: funny and not funny


Moriarty: The Master, huh? What exactly are you “master” of? Bleached hair? Stupidity? Certain not of style. Nice…pajamas.
The Master: Nice suit.
Moriarty: Westwood.
The Master: Oh, I’m sure it’ll look great in your coffin.
Moriarty: Nah. I’ll die sometime. But eeny, meeny, miny, moe…oh! Looks like today’s your turn. Time’s up, Time Lor -
The Master: Shhhh. Shut it, you naive, human toddler. I’m hearing it, all my life I’ve been hearing it. But now, right this instant, it’s getting louder, the sound of -
*The Bee Gees’ Stayin’ Alive rings out from Moriarty’s pocket*