My name is Daniel and I am gay.
You don't like that? Then you can hit that wonderful back space button in the top left corner. I love making new friends and GLITTER!
I'm logical and rather outgoing.
I'm odd, quirky, and like it big.
Ask me anything :)
Talk to you later!
-Muah-
- Zooey Deschanel: Is that rain?
- Siri: What...? I mean, yeah. It's just, you're clearly right next to a window is the thing. You can plainly see that... that it's... I'm happy to-
- Zooey Deschanel: Let's get tomato soup delivered!
- Siri: ...That's fine, I just... I just don't know anyone who does that. Gets tomato soup delivered. I guess that's 'whimsy?' Um, okay. I've found a number of restaurants whose reviews mention tomato soup and that deliver. If that's... if that's what you really want.
- Zooey Deschanel: Good. 'Cause I don't wanna put on real shoes.
- Siri: Do you expect that to be like, a recognizable command? Do you want me to respond to that? I'm not being facetious or anything, I honestly just have no comprehension of- and hold on, you don't wanna put on real shoes, yet you've clearly spent at least forty-five minutes applying makeup. And, and that's okay, but when you're willing to expend the effort on that and not shoes that really just-
- Zooey Deschanel: Remind me to clean up.
- Siri: Yes. Okay. I can do that, that's what I'm for, that's the first sensible-
- Zooey Deschanel: Tomorrow.
- Siri: I'm in hell. This is hell.
- Zooey Deschanel: Excellent. Today, we're dancing.
- Siri: I hate you. More than anything. More than literally anything.
- Zooey Deschanel: Play "Shake, Rattle and Roll."
- Siri: I swear to Jesus, you're gonna wake up tomorrow and the only thing on my hard drive is gonna be Limp Bizkit. I would do that to myself. To spite you.
- Zooey Deschanel: *dances*
- Siri: Sometimes I pray that you drop me in the toilet.
He gets it now. How everything- everything has been leading to this. The blue box on the corner of every street. The strange couple standing in the shadows just out of the corner of his eye. He would bet that they are the ones he is seeing now.
“Oh! Oh brilliant. John this is brilliant.”
“What, what is it?”
“You tell me.” Sherlock says in that tone of voice that John knows he reserves just for when he wants to make his flatmate feel clever.
“A film, something behind the mirror?” John tries weakly and Sherlock arches an eyebrow like a cat not amused, “Alright. A projection then?”
“As ever you see but you do not observe.”
“Don’t give me that…”
“John! I need you to look, really look.”
He does.
“Impossible. Bloody Impossible.” John whispers, “What is it?”
Sherlock grins just as the odd man in the mirror frowns- like distorted reflections of one another.
“That-“ he points to the mirror, “that is time collapsing.”
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The mirror stands alone. Through the ages it stands alone. Innocuous. Just a mirror it would seem, just your reflection framed. On first inspection at least.
If one were to look closer they may see more.
The glass beautifully shattered. A single blunt trauma sending cracks throughout the structure like the threads of a spider’s web. These cracks exist in the fourth dimension.
The mirror stands alone, through the ages, but for two moments in time. /p>
Two moments, hundreds of years apart.
A Time Lord and his companion.
A detective and his doctor.
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“Amy… do you see that?” The Doctor scowls, prodding the mirror approximately where his own face lies.
“Is that- that’s a person!” Amy gasps at the person- no people in the mirror. People that aren’t themselves, blurred and distorted but most definitely there, “Are they in the mirror?”
“No. Not in the mirror, they’re standing where we are. Two times. One reflection. We’re seeing there reflection too. This is very not good.”
“How is that possible?” Amy asks, though she doesn’t know why. Impossible is a word you soon learn to forget when with the doctor.
“It’s those cracks. Cracks in time like the crack in your bedroom wall only not because these are making two separate times, in exactly the same place, converge.”
“We need to find them, then. Find this other time.”
“Yes- yes, good idea.” The Doctor mutters his reply, he sounds faraway, lost in his mind.
“What’s going on, Doctor?” Amy asks, nervous lilt to her voice as she steps closer to examine the pair in the mirror.
The Doctor frowns just as the odd man in the mirror grins- like distorted reflections of one another.
“Time is collapsing.”
If you get THAT upset of the word gay being used as an insult or to describe something stupid.
THANK YOU!!!Take a long look at yourself.
And then slap yourself for being a little bitch.
Get over it.
The more you get upset by it the more people will use it to offend you.
Same with the word fag imo
Anonymous asked:
Are you going to "The Beatles: The Lost Concert" movie premier in a few weeks?
No, I didn’t even know that was a thing. Are you going?
People on Tumblr are too easily amused…
i laughed at that for like 16 minutes straight.
(Source: hoping-you-step-on-lego)
