The Ice Man

Bravery is by far the kindest word for stupidity, don't you think?




An asexual and pansexual become room-mates and have wacky adventures

The show is called ‘All or Nothing’

Plot twist: the asexual is really super outgoing and is a huge flirt while the pansexual is extremely socially awkward and has trouble ordering coffee let alone getting a date.


my hand slipped

I’ll start. I think this’ll be a fun game. That’s why you’re getting tagged. Ready or not.

katy-tea: She was a lean girl, all sharp angles, even in her curly hair. She was like a coiled cat, wary and ready to pounce and there was always a hint of redness about her edges, as if blood would always follow. Maybe that’s why her hair, whatever color it was this week, always seemed red. She was beautiful and dangerous and fiercely loyal like fire in a black night. She was warm and funny and scalding, but most of all she was her own.
thelostvermeer: She filled every space she ever entered, with a big smile and a cynical quirk of the eyebrows. She never took any shit from anyone, not in love or in life. Yet she was content to sprawl across life like her possession, infinitely at home. She was strong like trees are strong, unending and firmly rooted. Deadly like the snake is deadly, because it was her nature. And behind it all protective and patient with friends though with a certain amount of grumbling.
rainbeamsandmoonbows: If you ever saw a song in motion, she would be it. It would be the kind of song you heard at daybreak after a long war, full of hope and cheer and delight in living. Her ups were like rainbows in the mind and her downs were the personification of rainclouds that settled atop your head. Her eyes sparkled and her hair bounced and from each moment to the next you expected her to slip back to the fantasy world she came from, where undoubtedly she was a princess, or a flower strewn lady knight. She bore her innocence like a shield into lands only dragons may wot of.
tenebroustides: If a mad eleven king and a mad scientist ever deigned to procreate, he would have been their bioluminescent child. A marvel, a masterpiece and a wild thing. You forgot that his hair was brown, because in your head you knew it was a shining glorious marvel. Eyes like the cosmos peered out at you and measured you, comforted you and mocked you in the same breath. A gentle mocking, a guiding mocking, a nearly teasing mocking, a deep thought wrapped in a shimmering jest.
whiskeyandfire: Like a rock brought to boil, he simmered and jumped under his wild head of hair. Yet, he always have the impression of being reassuringly solid, like lava in a deceptively quick flow. Incandescent in his wrath, cool and placid in his acceptance. His broad shoulders concealed the courage and fire to endure the test of time. His stillness could fool you until you saw the way his eyes cut like swords across the room. Always the man to make or break the siege of eons.

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OK, so this scene wasn’t originally scripted. RTD added it into the script based on Bernard Cribbins’ experience of the war.

Bernard Cribbins fought in World War Two

Bernard Cribbins never killed a man

And Bernard Cribbins is incredibly proud of that. 



violently Filipino Cecil because yaaaaas


if cap3 isn’t called “captain america and falcon: we’re up all night to get bucky”, i’m not watching it