#becauseiamimpossible

[blueboxesandparadoxes]

i accidentally photoshopped adam sandlers face onto this scene and i blame abi for it all

[futureboii-archive-blog]

ALL OF THE HEARTS

SEND ME A ‘♡’ IF YOU ACTUALLY LIKE MY BLOG.

i love you abi. i love our verse and the pain we give each other. skdjfljksdfl. thank you.

[blueboxesandparadoxes]

Repost! Don’t reblog! tagged by @becauseiamimpossible​

list first ten songs on your shuffle

You Can Call Me Al - Paul Simon

Sledgehammer - Peter Gabriel

Flyers - BRADIO

Starlight - Flux Pavilion

Immortals - Fall Out Boy

Overachiever - Jackpot Golden Boys

Re:make - ONE OK ROCK

Pop Danthology 2014 - Daniel Kim

We’ll Rock You/Back in Black/Black Dog - Queen/AC/DC/Led Zeppelin

Papaoutai - Stromae

Tagging: everyone. if you want to do this, just do this and say i tagged you no problem B)

[skysoared]

[ ♒ ] – @becauseiamimpossible

           ❝ COULD YOU STOP calling me ‘ike’?                   c’mon. it’s just two more syllables. i’m sure                   you’ll manage. ❞

[futureboii-archive-blog]

@becauseiamimpossible

There was nothing like coming back into the TARDIS after a death defying escape. Nothing like feeling death sneaking up on you, clawing at your insides. The Daleks were always terrifying, but –– but this time, he’d come so close to death that things had to be done, had to be finally said. He was still feeling sick from how close he had gotten to being destroyed in front of his friends, and how he hadn't––– –– – -- - CLARA. He had to tell Clara.  He had escaped to his room, the dozens of robot toys and figures he had gotten from dozens of different planets. He had more here than he did back at the flat he shared with Clara, where they were living job to job on the outside despite the fact they lived their real lives through their adventures with the Doctor.  There was just so much else to say to her than asking about rent and Netflix prescriptions. 

[starburstbutterflies]

“No, no, no, don’t die on me!”

He looked at her, squinting to try and get a better picture other than a blur. “I can’t make any promises. ‘m sorry ‘bout that...”

[fxcedtheraven-deactivated201604]

(✭) Her plan is flawless, it’s brilliant. He’ll never see it coming. This time she’ll get him. She carefully slides him the cup of tea, cautious to not spill it. God only knows how much of the solution is needed to take down the giant blond Swede. 

“Thought y’ looked tired and a cup of tea would help y’.” 

[torchwoodsx-archive-blog]

He looked up from his book, grimacing at the dirty water and rolling his eyes. “You know I only drink coffee, Clara. Tea’s a shitty excuse for a drink if I’ve ever heard one.”

He flicked the book’s holographic panel to the left. “Don’t let it go to waste though.”