Last night I had a dream that Karen Gillan and Matt Smith were zombies. And they were super fast zombies and weren’t eating people but just running around and biting everyone. It was wat. I was watching this happen from the pov of Karen.

“Not absolutely sure, how long?”

“Two years!”

you-bring-home-strays:

The cool kids 8-)

(Source: karinienne)

A party. Just a party.

neil-gaiman:

valeria2067:

Petrichor = The smell of dust after rain.

I do love this ad. Loved it since I spotted it on Twitter. (And I half-wish that BPAL would get the license to make it.)

(And, talking about the show, not the parodic commentary, I loved that a word from a telepathic password came back to them when Amy and Rory were discussing what to call their new perfume line. And I wonder if they also do a Crimson, a Delight and, of course, an Eleven in their perfume line.)

sirenwithagypsysoul:

This will never not be funny.

(Source: hyliantimelady)

greeneyedstarlight:

This photo. Actually. Ovaries.