#also idk why but bobby struggling with the starship always kind of makes me laugh #she just looks like she’s a super affectionate aggressive drunk #and he’s like LADY BACK OFF I DON’T WANT THIS (via freckledbuttchester)
Rose looked at the Doctor, he was smiling like he always does when they touch down in a new place. Supposedly, he had finally landed on Barcelona. Rose was teeming with excitement, how funny would a dog without a nose look? She rushed over to the door, took a quick look back at the Doctor, then pulled it open. The grin on her face slowly turned to a disappointed look.
“Doctor, you said for sure we’d be in Barcelona this time!”
“We are, what are you talking about?”
The Doctor walked over to the door to peer out, confused as to why Rose thought they weren’t on Barcelona.
Rose glared at him as he stepped out into a blindingly clean, white room.
“Doctor, let’s just go!”
The Doctor ignored his companion, something wasn’t right. He looked up, trying to figure out where they were. Directly above him there was a blue, bridge looking energy stream. Or force-field? He couldn’t tell. He looked to its left, and right near the blue bridge-type thing was a circular door. He heard the TARDIS door pull close and whipped around. Rose was standing in front of the door looking annoyed.
“Rose, I think…..we should go…”
He took a step towards her when suddenly a robotic voice started echoing through the room.
“Welcome to test chamber 14. This one is fairly easy, but your stupid human brain may not be able to process it very well. But what more can you expect from a living organism.”
This was not good. The Doctor had been here before.
“What’s going on…”
He needed to get Rose out of here now.
“Where are we…”
The alarm was starting to show on his face. He tried to open the TARDIS, but no good.
“Doctor tell me!”
“Rose, I’m so sorry,”
“Doctor what is it!”
“We’re in a portal testing chamber”
is the joke here that the boy is imagining the girl washing a penis? i’m not sure i understand
The joke is that peeling cucumbers is pointless because the skin is perfectly edible and the extent to which modern consumerist society wastes food for no apparent reason is one of the greatest absurdities of our time - on top of that, despite this outright waste she’s washing the cucumber anyway which highlights the way that we engage in futile activities under a vein delusion that they’ll improve our quality of life and then just throwing away the things that we put such an effort into making clean and shiny. It’s an analogy that goes far beyond what we eat and into the way we interact with all our resources and the world around us.
Just like all ragetoons, it’s subtle sociopolitical satire made by real intellectuals.
omg but you didn’t even want to follow me! Also, aeUEYWGhiuchfgjktrhuuhiwUGHGUighfuighdfkjg LET ME LOVE YOU. But sometimes a chapter can be a whole book.
OH MAN. Okay, how do I explain?
It’s kinda like those ghost stories your friends used to tell you about the woman who haunts some bedraggled old home. Except then you get really, really tempted to go into said haunted house and at first you’re overwhelmed. Maybe you let out a little shriek and you start to shake and you’re just engulfed in fear, but at the same time awe, because how could any one thing have so much power? So you run. You run and you push out all thoughts of haunted home and the woman who haunts it.
But she doesn’t leave you.
There are whispers of her everywhere you turn. It’s the same ghost story over and over.
So you go back. Determined to stand brave. And this time, when you stand in front of the bedraggled house and the scary ghost woman, you realize that there’s nothing to fear (well, maybe there is, but fear is good, too.) So now you’re standing there and you’re shaking from excitement and awe and fear and you’re still overwhelmed, but it’s a good kind of overwhelmed.
And then you realize there was nothing to fear and you open the door to the house and you walk in.
[DOES THAT MAKE SENSE? IT WAS LIKE I DIDN’T WANNA FOLLOW BECAUSE WHAT IF I GOT INTIMIDATED OR I MADE A FOOL OF MYSELF? BUT THEN I BECAME A GROWN UP TUMBLR AND I REALIZED HOW FABULOUS YOU ARE.]
SO YOU’RE SAYING THAT I’M A CREEPY GHOST LADY AND MY BLOG IS A BEDRAGGLED OLD HAUNTED HOUSE?
Lucille was suffering from a hangover-related headache and sought her medication. That’s when she mistook the red eye alcohol warning for a winking-eye alcohol suggestion.
Can I just stop for a second and talk about the amount of swagger Nine walks with? I mean, wow! Look at him walk up to the TARDIS console panel like a boss!
Shannon: o m g
Shannon: there are twelve people on my blog
me: TRYING TO CLICK THE TWO?
me: 20 PEOPLE ON YOUR BLOG NOW
Shannon: THEY ARE ALL TRYING TO CLICK THE TWO
Shannon: that should be my new page views thing
Shannon: __ trying to click the two
AND SO IT CAME TO PASS:
For Nili, when people treat her like their own personal Google.