"A little party never killed nobody."
Walder Frey (via petite-ponine)

The agony of death after the agony of life

arcadiaego:

impossiblegrantaire:

theydieholdinghands:

enjoler:

Look down, look down. He’s standing in his grave.

#I NEVER NOTICED IT BEFORE BUT #THE ARMY LEADER IS CRYING WHILE SHOOTING ENJOLRAS AND GRANTAIRE

also Tom Hooper told Hadley that his character and Enjolras grew up together. 

also Tom Hooper told Hadley that his character and Enjolras grew up together.

What the FUCK with this film.

"On many counts, taking a boy like Rudy Steiner was robbery—so much life, so much to live for—yet somehow, I’m certain he would have loved to see the frightening rubble and the swelling of the sky on the night he passed away. He’d have cried and turned and smiled if only he could have seen the book thief on her hands and knees, next to his decimated body. He’d have been glad to witness her kissing his dusty, bomb-hit lips.
Yes, I know it.
In the darkness of my dark-beating heart, I know. He’d have loved it all right.
You see?
Even death has a heart."
Marcus Zusah, The Book Thief (via fuckyeah-literature)

Phantom faces at the window.
Phantom shadows on the floor.
Empty chairs at empty tables
Where my friends will meet no more.

All my friends are dead: an autobiography written by Sir Leon and Sir Percival

thefourteenthdoctor:

Doctor,
I suppose this letter is kind of like the letter for Marty in Back To The Future. You always liked to talk about how you met Doc Brown, but I still don’t believe you. The Angels were kind, just like you said they’d be. They got what they wanted. I’m just glad they sent me to the same place they sent Rory. Should have seen the looks the locals gave us when we turned up in the clothes we had on. Had to burn them of course. Couldn’t have them disrupting the space-time continuum. You wouldn’t like that. We stayed together, of course. Rory became a doctor. He was much more qualified back then than most doctors were. And he wore a bow tie. You’d have loved to have seen him in it. They were all the rage back then. Are the rage. Here. Now.  
We adopted two kids. A brother and sister. John and Jenny. Jenny started crying when we were going to take John. You must have rubbed off on us. We couldn’t stand by and watch her cry. So even though it was a struggle for money, we took her too. They grew up, listening to the stories of the Doctor, dreaming of going to the stars. The kids moved out, and Rory and I retired. We settled down in a nice cottage, back in Leadworth. And we lived the rest of our lives together there. 
Rory passed away last year. And I can feel myself slipping away too. I’m 83 now. I think. TARDIS travel. Messes with your age. So I thought I’d write this letter to you. Just before I go. River visited us a few times. But then she stopped. We didn’t know why, but I hope she’s okay. Look after her for us. For me. And can you do me one more favour? Tell my parents I love them. And let Brian know Rory loved him too. And that he can stop watering our plants.
Since I’m writing this and you’ve not appeared before now, I guess you’re not coming back for us. And that’s good. Rory and I had a good life. We loved our kids. We helped people. We grew old together. So please don’t come back and change that. We had a long and happy life. And we were so blessed to have you as part of it. 
I love you,
Amy
P.S. Find someone Raggedy Man. Remember and take someone with you. You need them.

thefourteenthdoctor:

Doctor,

I suppose this letter is kind of like the letter for Marty in Back To The Future. You always liked to talk about how you met Doc Brown, but I still don’t believe you. The Angels were kind, just like you said they’d be. They got what they wanted. I’m just glad they sent me to the same place they sent Rory. Should have seen the looks the locals gave us when we turned up in the clothes we had on. Had to burn them of course. Couldn’t have them disrupting the space-time continuum. You wouldn’t like that. We stayed together, of course. Rory became a doctor. He was much more qualified back then than most doctors were. And he wore a bow tie. You’d have loved to have seen him in it. They were all the rage back then. Are the rage. Here. Now.  

We adopted two kids. A brother and sister. John and Jenny. Jenny started crying when we were going to take John. You must have rubbed off on us. We couldn’t stand by and watch her cry. So even though it was a struggle for money, we took her too. They grew up, listening to the stories of the Doctor, dreaming of going to the stars. The kids moved out, and Rory and I retired. We settled down in a nice cottage, back in Leadworth. And we lived the rest of our lives together there. 

Rory passed away last year. And I can feel myself slipping away too. I’m 83 now. I think. TARDIS travel. Messes with your age. So I thought I’d write this letter to you. Just before I go. River visited us a few times. But then she stopped. We didn’t know why, but I hope she’s okay. Look after her for us. For me. And can you do me one more favour? Tell my parents I love them. And let Brian know Rory loved him too. And that he can stop watering our plants.

Since I’m writing this and you’ve not appeared before now, I guess you’re not coming back for us. And that’s good. Rory and I had a good life. We loved our kids. We helped people. We grew old together. So please don’t come back and change that. We had a long and happy life. And we were so blessed to have you as part of it. 

I love you,

Amy

P.S. Find someone Raggedy Man. Remember and take someone with you. You need them.

underbutlerbutler:

the-big-bad-w0lf:

My life is being ruined because of a chair. Which chair?

This chair!

Or was it that chair?

I mean, we know Jenny left to travel the stars and that she could regenerate up to a point. And Oswin was completely disorientated and believed she was inside the cockpit of a crushed spaceship.

MOFFAT YOU DIDN’T

Molly and Sherlock