Comedy ladies + quotes.

View from my window this morning… we are never ever leaving Switzerland. (at Mürren)

kilodalton:

"Trust me on this" — Doctor Who underrated moments

For all this episode gets attention for its re-raising of the Father’s Day era question of “will Rose choose the Doctor or Pete?” and for resolving Mickey and Rose’s on-again-off-again relationship, Mickey Smith really doesn’t get enough attention (or credit) here.

At this moment in the episode, Rose is in a triangle (literally, from the way this scene is filmed), with three men—Pete (her alt!dad in the Vitex ad), Ten, and Mickey. Mickey—her past—is at her back. Ten—her present and future—is in front of her. The relationship triangle at this point between Ten/Rose/Mickey is still unresolved, and it’s interesting to note that the two men are visually juxtaposed here as well, both wearing brown and blue, both giving Rose all their attention. (And, for the record—Billie Piper confirmed on Doctor Who Confidential that the wardrobe staff chose outfits to compliment character arcs—the outfits weren’t random, according to her).

But it’s not just Mickey and Ten’s clothing that is parallel here. Note their actions as well. You can’t see it too well here, but Ten has grabbed Rose by her upper arms (you can see his thumb holding her in the top gif)—he’s stern here, and what he’s saying makes sense but damn… it’s a bit cold. Meanwhile, Mickey’s facial reactions to Ten’s words look even more pained than Rose’s do—note the clench of his jaw, the way his eyes drop, how he shuffles uncomfortably at Ten’s words. Like Ten, he touches Rose as well—but instead of being a demanding action like Ten’s, it’s a consoling squeeze to the shoulder, a supportive, protective gesture.

Mickey is the only man in this scene that doesn’t TELL Rose to “trust him” (Pete does via the ad, and Ten does in the dialogue). He doesn’t have to. Look at his actions, and his empathy. Mickey—both literally and figuratively here—SHOWS us here that no matter what, he has Rose’s back.

why should i carry on living?
Anonymous

writingsforwinter:

Birthdays. Setting fires. Holding hands. Making stew on cold nights. Mountain climbing. Sleep. First dates. Vacation. Spending the day in bed. Buying wedding rings. Exploring a forest. Playing peekaboo with a baby. Watching someone smile genuinely. Camping. Stargazing. Counting rings on a tree. Realizing that someone loves you. Returning that love. Getting drunk for the first time. Smell of old books. Looking through black & white photos. Learning your ancestors’ names. Laughter. Hot chocolate. The feeling of getting back up after falling down. First day of college. Last day of college. Acing a job interview. Screwing one up and realizing it’s not the end of the world. Collecting shells. Sunbathing. Listening to someone’s heartbeat. Sound of waves crashing against shore. Rain hitting a tin roof. Heartbreak that turns into heart-healing. Your own house. Decorating that house. Coming home to someone you love. Hearing the sound of their footsteps on the stairs. Honesty of fall leaves. Their colors. Fresh snowfall. Singing favorite songs off-key. Seeing love come into someone’s eyes. Watching your parents look at each other like the very first time. Sunrise. Sunset. The way fire burns into ash. Smell of a campire. Waking up with light spilling over the sheets. Breakfast in bed. Living long enough to watch wounds heal over. Change. Wilderness. Forgiveness. Change some more. More change. Spring. Flowers blooming, opening up like you can. Good memories. Learning how to forget bad ones. Warm feet in a cold bed. Sleeping with the only person you care about. Waking up to their mouth and arms. Smiles that reach all the way to the eyes. Letting go of balloons like dead weight. Floating in water on your back. Skydiving. Risk. Adventure. First C on a test. First A. Favorite teacher. First poem. Last poem. Holidays with family. Roadtrips. Changing the sheets. Your father’s gnarled hands when he grows old. Grandchildren. Children of your own. Their first day of college. Their graduation. Their wedding. Anniversaries. Making daisy chains. Smell of freshly-cut grass. Pride. Feeling good about yourself. Loving what’s in the mirror. Not being afraid anymore. No more heaviness. No more grief. Survival. Picking berries til your fingers are stained dark. Frost on windows. Holding someone without sex. Sex with love. The joy of swearing. Counting the years you’ve lived. Another candle on the birthday cake. Another mark of victory. That bellyache laugh that hurts all over. But hurts so good. Breath freezing in winter. Feeling that breath on your skin. Someone’s eyelashes blinking into your palm. Accomplishment. Self-worth. Love. Triumph. Sitting under willow trees without weeping. Apologies that get accepted. Understanding that comes from forgiveness. First fight. First makeup afterward. Less hurt. More good.

Everything.

vacilandoelmundo:

“So you’re made of detritus [from exploded stars]. Get over it. Or better yet, celebrate it. After all, what nobler thought can one cherish than that the universe lives within us all?”

―Neil deGrasse Tyson

These photos are on the shortlist for the Astronomy Photographer of the Year 2014, a competition and exhibition run by the Royal Observatory Greenwich. The winning images will be posted here on September 18.

Sebastian’s reaction when the moderator kept calling Bucky a villain [x]

I am having some pretty excellent real life adventures right now,

and if you want to read about them, I’m posting blogs and pictures of my travels here. 

"So…Captain America 3?”

kittensandcarbs:

the starry sky on the himalayas

CLICK ON THE PIC BRO

So amazing

Holy

Def click da pic

OMG

"We’re all amateurs at faith, hope and love; don’t be too hard on each other."

— Bob Goff on instagram (via pureblyss)

imaginebucky:

imagine bucky and steve taking shots of like 100 proof vodka and trying to get DRUNK and steve is totally unaffected but after the 20th shot or something bucky is drunk as fuck and he looks at steve really seriously (while swaying slightly in his chair) and steve is kind of nervous because bucky hasn’t looked at him this intently since before the war when steve came home with two broken ribs and bucky just stared at him for five minutes before giving him the longest lecture of his entire life so yeah steve is kinda nervous. finally bucky rubs his hand over his face, sighs and says, “steve, i fucking hate it when you wear khakis” and steve laughs so hard he can’t breathe

CAYLO