Bad move, Grandpa
“Don’t play games with me. You just killed someone I liked!”
“Don’t play games with me. Don’t ever ever think your capable of that.”#This is such a beautiful summation of the fundamental difference between these two #It’s the same line #the same feeling #but Ten wore his every emotion on his sleeve and had no problem whatsoever showing exactly how he was feeling #while Eleven #oh Eleven #He is so hurt so damaged and so careful with himself that even when he’s SEETHING and betrayed he hides it all away #and yet somehow even though he says this with perfect calmness and composure it’s still utterly terrifying #because you know what’s lurking underneath #that same ferocity he had before but this time being bottled up for fear of what it might do #and when it lets loose - basically run
Reblogging for beautiful tagging.
On Periods: Let’s put this shit to bed right now: Women don’t lose their minds when they have period-related irritability. It doesn’t lower their ability to reason; it lowers their patience and, hence, tolerance for bullshit. If an issue comes up a lot during “that time of the month,” that doesn’t mean she only cares about it once a month; it means she’s bothered by it all the time and lacks the capacity, once a month, to shove it down and bury it beneath six gulps of willful silence.
I’m that part of the fandom that can’t gif, make edits, write fanfiction or draw I’m just kind of here like
Which makes you the commenter, the fic-reccer, the source-finder, the link-poster, the headcanon buddy, the forum-poster, the kink-prompter, the conversation starter, the number one fan, the miscellaneous details and subconscious fact-checker.
aka: you’re the person all those other skill-sets are producing for.
I like you.