I kind of know what I’m dealing with.
I’m so fucking weird
I’m the nicest rude person you’ll ever meet.
I don’t give a fuck about anything but at the same time, I care about a lot.
I hate people but I develop crushes easily.
I hate myself but I’m completely fabulous.
I need help.
I had no idea so many of you could relate to so many of my dysfunctional thoughts
still upset that the films never acknowledge that Peeta loses a limb in the first arena and goes through the Quarter Quell with a prosthetic leg
or that Katniss has suffered permanent hearing loss in one of her ears and now requires a hearing aid
or, you know, the Avoxes
CORWYN: Can you give me your full name, please?
JAMIE: James Robert McCrimmon. Jamie.
CORWYN: Thank you. And your friend?
JAMIE: Er, the Doctor.
CORWYN: I can't put that down.
[notices JOHN SMITH & ASSOCIATES emblazoned on some equipment]
JAMIE: John Smith.
CORWYN: "Doctor John Smith".
JAMIE: Oh, there must be a lot of them about.
CORWYN: I dare say.
Doctor Who: The Wheel in Space - Episode Two (4 May, 1968)
SUPERNATURAL TITLE CARDS (Seasons 1-9)
Talk about intense shit, check out what I had playing when this came up on my dash: [x] The beat matches perfectly.
Serendipitous as fuck.
THAT’S FUCKING AMAZING. THERE WASN’T EVEN A SCIENCE WHEN I WAS GIFFING THE TITLE CARDS TOGETHER