What really defines the 90s for me is the patterns
And this jacket
what did people even wear in 2008
apple bottom jeans and boots with the fur
The Tenth Doctor’s Suit Button Analysis - now in Tumblr-image form!
Because the manner in which the suit is buttoned is important. No, really. It is!
In all honesty though, I’m rather impressed that DT took it upon himself to change it up. Keeping up with these tiniest of details is just another sign of how dedicated he was to Doctor Who.
The list owes much to Unfolded73’s Button Analysis on LiveJournal. As far as I’m aware she was the first to do the analysis back in March 2009 and share it with the world.
For the pedant in us all.
in which david is obsessed with his suit buttons…
a gallery of the finest dt weirdness
Westboro Church’s Neighbors: The Equality House
UGH MY HEART! I KNEW IT WAS RAINBOW BUT I DIDN’T KNOW THEY PAINTED THE OTHER SIDE THE TRANS COLOR. MY FEELS.
my boss said if this gets 1899 notes he’ll pay for my train to santa fe
superwholockian: WE KNOW HOW TO KILL AND HIDE A BODY
me: throws you into a locker
Superwholockian: *Burns down the locker* *Climbs out of fire with no scratches* *Puts on fez* * Puts on scarf* *eyes flicker black* You shouldn’t of done that.
What is this
holy shit I WILL DO IT.
Garcia Lopez de Cardenas stared at the canyon. His clothing was torn by his long trek, yet the sight was so beautiful that all his fatigue seemed to fade away. The raw passion he felt from viewing the virgin sight was astounding. He collapsed onto the sandy outlook and watched the sun glisten on the Grand Canyon, the hues of the rock waltzing with the dying sunset.
If only… if only there was someone to waltz with him. Someone to see this gorgeous sight with him. Suddenly, the bushes behind him began to tremble.
Who could possibly be here? Mr. Cardenas thought to himself. A figure emerged from the bush; a strange man wearing bizarre clothes.
"Ah left ma cahkeys in Bahstan Yahd," the man said.
"Pardon?" Mr. Cardenas responded. "Who are you?"
Mr. Cardenas stepped backwards, then remembered that there was a giant cliff behind him. Alas, it was too late—his foot slipped off the edge. He screamed as he felt himself falling. He grasped at air for something, anything to hold on to. Then a pair of strong arms wrapped themselves around his waist.
"I got yah," Man from Boston whispered, his voice thicker than the globs of blood that spilled on the ground during the Boston Massacre.
"Senpai—I mean, Man from Boston, you saved me," Mr. Cardenas gasped, blushing slightly. In the pale moonlight Man from Boston’s pasty skin made him look like an overweight angel. His fanny pack was perched seductively on his hips, and a smidgen of sunscreen was smeared on his nose.
(Normal people would see the cuteness of Man from Boston, but they wouldn’t see the cuteness of Man from Boston in the way Garcia Lopez de Cardenas did.)
"Whatya wearin’?" Man from Boston said, lightly placing Mr. Cardenas on the ground. "Ya look like yah from September 1540."
"What am I wearing?" Mr. Cardenas replied, his cheeks warming. "Is this.. phone sex?”
The words left his mouth without warning. Mr. Cardenas didn’t even know what a phone was—he didn’t know what any of this was—but it was love. It was wild and crazy and dammit, he was Garcia Lopez de Cardenas and he was madly in love.
"If yah want it to be," The Man from Boston purred.
"This canyon isn’t the only thing that’s wide," Mr. Cardenas said.
"Those rocks ain’t da only thing dat’s hard," Man from Boston said.
Fuck the stupid canyon. Mr. Cardenas was an explorer… and he was ready to discover some new things. ;)
I’m Megan, a neutrois demigirl-ish person who goes by ae/aer or they/them pronouns, and I found this selfie I took a couple days ago when I tried on a Starfleet uniform I got! I like my ability to do decent eyeliner. :D You are an awesome person, by the way. Huge fan of your blog.
What’s In My Purse?
Girlcode knows my life
I am ALL these women.
After threats against her life, Anita Sarkeesian canceled an upcoming talk at Utah State University. Gamergate trolls are celebrating on Twitter while simultaneously dismissing the threats as nothing. Does this read like nothing to you?“I will write my manifesto in her spilled blood, and you will all bear witness to what feminist lies and poison have done to the men of America.”
The email’s author threatened to murder feminist women indiscriminately in a mass shooting. And because carrying guns on campus outweigh the right of students and guests to be safe, Anita Sarkeesian canceled her talk.
BUT WE SHOULDN’T FEEL THREATENED, RIGHT?
BECAUSE IT’S JUST THE INTERNET, RIGHT?
The bullies won this time. And if you think this shit isn’t dangerous, I’m fresh out of fucks to give and I’m not restocking any time soon. It’s goddamn wrong to to dismiss this by claiming the author isn’t serious. Elliot Rodger’s rantings were dismissed until it was too late.
This. Is. Not. OK.
guns… literally more important than the lives of women in the state of loveable mormons