Welsh Dynamite

36. female. awesome.

[billie-pipers]

[ohrobertdowneyjr]

Geraldine Chaplin as her own grandmother, hugging Robert Downey Jr as her father, Charlie Chaplin.

[chaplinfortheages]

Standing next to Geraldine is Paul Rhys, he played her son Sydney, half-brother of Charlie Chaplin.

Robert Downey Jr

“One of the emotional high points of the film, the reunion scene between Charlie and his mother Hannah, played by Charlie’s actress daughter Geraldine Chaplin, you know It was our first meeting, but all I needed for the content of that scene was to look into her eyes because they were the “Chaplin eyes”.

minute mark 4:20 (x)

Directed by Sir Richard Attenborough, Baron Attenborough, CBE  who died at the age of 90, August 24th 2014.

I have come to the conclusion, he did the best he could with “Chaplin” - Charlie Chaplin led a long, full and eventful life, with so many chapters, difficult to condense to 2 hours and 20 minutes. Criticized by many (myself included) for his attention to Chaplin’s personal life vice artistic., Richard Attenborough said in a later interview “I Wish I Could Do it Again”

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Love this movie ❤

[neelysworld-deactivated20140321]

you ever wanna fuck the living shit outta somebody but also cook for them and make sure they’re emotionally stable?

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Ohhh yes I do...

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Anybody ever look at a guy and think, "God... he LOOKS like he would smell good. And if he smells good, I'll bet he tastes good too."

[intlbipolar]

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Oh yes...

[halorvic]

Doctor Who/Cabin Pressure crossover-ish thing.

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@halorvic I love that you did a Cabin Pressure one! 😗👍❤

[lianaofrome]

Happy Birthday for the Fantastic Christopher Eccleston.

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Happy Birthday you Sexy Northern Fox

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He wants to shut out the media, and basically black them out... How very North Korean of him.

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Oh jeeze

Here I am in the dentist office and over the radio comes "Toxic" by Britney Spears... and the Doctor Who nerd me snorts a laugh and whispers to herself "moisturize me"

[jonnwolfe]

Idiot’s Nine by ~IamHewolf

What would have happened, had it been Nine?

[ecclesex-blog]

woah i LOVE IT

[welshdynamite20]

Oh my gosh, the fury of the Oncoming Storm would have been palpable miles away.

[lauraillustrates]

*Christmas intensifies* 

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Squee ♡

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That moment when your friend gets you a pillow case with your favorite Doctor on it and you feel like heaven ❤❤❤❤😀😀😀😀😍😍😍😍

[welshdynamite20]

Pears... anything but pears...

He stood frozen in place, unable to move as he surveyed the situation before him. The problem was, if he didn’t do this, the wrath that would face him later would be trillions of times worse a fate than death (or deaths in his case). His single heart was beating a millions miles an hour as he reached forward, towards the detestable object that was the goal, then snapped back to his side as he brushed it within a hair’s breadth. He groaned and threw his hands up in the air, cursing the gods and evolution for being responsible for the disgusting, revolting things that were… pears.

The canned jolly Christmas muzak from the overhead speakers of the Tesco he was currently standing in did nothing to heighten his holiday spirits. He was sent out by his wife of eight months at the unholy early ‘seven-in-the-bloody-morning, Rose’ to collect pears. She had a craving and wasn’t going to go back to sleep on the Saturday before Christmas until she had them. Rose was nine months along and was ready to go at any time, so whatever the lady wanted, she was going to get.

“Good morning, sir. Anything I can do to help?” a grocery clerk passed by him.

He gave him an awkward smile, “No, fine thanks.”

He sighed and ran his hands through his hair. It wasn’t that he hated pears, it was just the fact that kissing Rose after she ate one would be a terrible mix of both the best thing he’s ever tasted and the worst. Okay, he resigned to his fate. Time to get on with it. Taking a deep, cleansing breath, he opened a produce bag, and was touching two Anjou pears when the mobile in his jacket pocket started ringing. Rod Stewart’s “Do Ya Think I’m Sexy” called to everybody across the produce department, causing him to nearly drop the vile pears and blush while fumbling to answer his phone and bag the offending items at the same time.

“Rose?” he answered, holding the phone with his cheek on his shoulder.

“Did you get lost?” she asked sleepily.

“No, darling. I’ve got them, I’ll be home soon,” he tied off the bag and headed towards the checkout.

“How many did you get?”

“What? Two.”

She groaned, “Two? Doctor I’m starving! Bring at least five!”

He didn’t whine, it was certainly not an undignified whine in front of a Mum and her children doing their shopping, “Rooooose…”

She was silent, and he was sure he could feel her glare through the 5.7 miles between their flat and the store.

He sighed, turning on his heel to go back to the produce rack, “Alright, alright, love. I’m sorry. I’ll bring you the biggest, most delicious pears in the store. I’ll be home soon.”

“No, I’m sorry,” she let out a long breath, “I’m being a bit grumpy, and these false contractions aren’t helping, and I’m sweaty, and fat, and-”

She cut off her words with a tiny sob, then sniffled when he made soothing noises and spoke softly, “Shh, love. You’re not fat, you’re gorgeous. The most beautiful human to grace two universes and you’re carrying the most beautiful baby in the history of… of… history.”

Her small laugh made his heart sing, “Stop flattering me and come home.”

“Be home in a few minutes,” he smiled into his phone, “I love you, Mrs. Smith.”

“I love you, Doctor Smith,” she giggled and they rang off.

The Doctor went into Tesco for pears and came out with seven bags and his bill coming to over seventy Pounds. She would say he bought her too many flowers, but he didn’t really care. There were never enough flowers for his Rose.

[food-porn-diary]

Merry Christmas! Festive Cinnamon Spiced Macarons. My recipe is in the comments. (1200 x 1200)

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Oh... Oh my lawwwwd yes....

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Pears... anything but pears...

He stood frozen in place, unable to move as he surveyed the situation before him. The problem was, if he didn't do this, the wrath that would face him later would be trillions of times worse a fate than death (or deaths in his case). His single heart was beating a millions miles an hour as he reached forward, towards the detestable object that was the goal, then snapped back to his side as he brushed it within a hair's breadth. He groaned and threw his hands up in the air, cursing the gods and evolution for being responsible for the disgusting, revolting things that were... pears. The canned jolly Christmas muzak from the overhead speakers of the Tesco he was currently standing in did nothing to heighten his holiday spirits. He was sent out by his wife of eight months at the unholy early 'seven-in-the-bloody-morning, Rose' to collect pears. She had a craving and wasn't going to go back to sleep on the Saturday before Christmas until she had them. Rose was nine months along and was ready to go at any time, so whatever the lady wanted, she was going to get. "Good morning, sir. Anything I can do to help?" a grocery clerk passed by him. He gave him an awkward smile, "No, fine thanks." He sighed and ran his hands through his hair. It wasn't that he hated pears, it was just the fact that kissing Rose after she ate one would be a terrible mix of both the best thing he's ever tasted and the worst. Okay, he resigned to his fate. Time to get on with it. Taking a deep, cleansing breath, he opened a produce bag, and was touching two Anjou pears when the mobile in his jacket pocket started ringing. Rod Stewart's "Do Ya Think I'm Sexy" called to everybody across the produce department, causing him to nearly drop the vile pears and blush while fumbling to answer his phone and bag the offending items at the same time. "Rose?" he answered, holding the phone with his cheek on his shoulder. "Did you get lost?" she asked sleepily. "No, darling. I've got them, I'll be home soon," he tied off the bag and headed towards the checkout. "How many did you get?" "What? Two." She groaned, "Two? Doctor I'm starving! Bring at least five!" He didn't whine, it was certainly not an undignified whine in front of a Mum and her children doing their shopping, "Rooooose..." She was silent, and he was sure he could feel her glare through the 5.7 miles between their flat and the store. He sighed, turning on his heel to go back to the produce rack, "Alright, alright, love. I'm sorry. I'll bring you the biggest, most delicious pears in the store. I'll be home soon." "No, I'm sorry," she let out a long breath, "I'm being a bit grumpy, and these false contractions aren't helping, and I'm sweaty, and fat, and-" She cut off her words with a tiny sob, then sniffled when he made soothing noises and spoke softly, "Shh, love. You're not fat, you're gorgeous. The most beautiful human to grace two universes and you're carrying the most beautiful baby in the history of... of... history." Her small laugh made his heart sing, "Stop flattering me and come home." "Be home in a few minutes," he smiled into his phone, "I love you, Mrs. Smith." "I love you, Doctor Smith," she giggled and they rang off. The Doctor went into Tesco for pears and came out with seven bags and his bill coming to over seventy Pounds. She would say he bought her too many flowers, but he didn't really care. There were never enough flowers for his Rose.

[caughtthefox]

15 facts about people with concealed anxiety

1. They don’t hide their anxiety, they hide their symptoms. To have concealed anxiety isn’t to deny having it – only to do everything in your power to ensure other people don’t see you struggle.

2. They have the most anxiety about having anxiety. Because they are not comfortable letting people see them in the throes of an irrational panic, the most anxiety-inducing idea is… whether or not they’ll have anxiety at any given moment in time.

3. They come across as a paradoxical mix of outgoing but introverted, very social but rarely out. It is not that they are anti-social, just that they can only take being around others incrementally (which is mostly normal). Yet, on the surface, this may come across as confusing.

4. They make situations worse by trying to suppress their feelings about them. They are extremely uncomfortable with other people seeing them in pain, and they don’t want to feel pitied or as though they are compromising anyone’s time. Yet, they make things worse for themselves by suppressing, as it actually funnels a ton of energy into making the problem larger and more present than it already was.

5. They are often hyper-aware and highly intuitive. Anxiousness is an evolutionary function that essentially keeps us alive by making us aware of our surroundings and other people’s motives. It’s only uncomfortable when we don’t know how to manage it effectively – the positive side is that it makes you hyper-conscious of what’s going on around you.

6. Their deepest triggers are usually social situations. It’s not that they feel anxious in an airplane, it’s that they feel anxious in an airplane and are stuck around 50 other people. It’s not that they will fail a test, but that they will fail a test and everyone in school will find out and think they are incompetent and their parents will be disappointed. It’s not that they will lose love, but that they will lose love and nobody will ever love them again.

7. It is not always just a “panicked feeling” they have to hide. It can also be a tendency to worry, catastrophizing, etc. The battle is often (always?) between competing thoughts in their minds.

8. They are deep thinkers, and great problem-solvers. One of the benefits of anxiety is that it leads you to considering every worst case scenario, and then subsequently, how to handle or respond to each.

9. They are almost always “self-regulating” their thoughts. They’re talking themselves in, out, around, up or down from something or another very often, and increasingly so in public places.

10. They don’t trust easily, but they will convince you that they do. They want to make the people around them feel loved and accepted as it eases their anxiety in a way.

11. They tend to desire control in other areas of their lives. They’re over-workers or are manically particular about how they dress or can’t really seem to let go of relationships if it wasn’t their idea to end them.

12. They have all-or-nothing personalities, which is what creates the anxiety. Despite being so extreme, they are highly indecisive. They try to “figure out” whether or not something is right before they actually try to do it.

13. They assume they are disliked. While this is often stressful, it often keeps them humble and grounded at the same time.

14. They are very driven (they care about the outcome of things). They are in equal proportions as in control of their lives as they feel out of control of their lives – this is because they so frequently try to compensate for fear of the unknown.

15. They are very smart, but doubt it. A high intelligence is linked to increased anxiety (and being doubtful of one’s mental capacity are linked to both).

http://neverignore.info/15-things-you-need-to-know-about-people-who-have-concealed-anxiety/

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Water part 4

"She's a genius, our beautiful girl!" The Doctor smooched his daughter on the forehead, lifting her off his legs and cuddling her to his chest. He kissed the top of her head as she giggled at her own cleverness. "And who's this, Lily?" he asked, pointing at Rose, "Who's this?" Lily looked at Rose, smiling and lifting herself up by the arms, babbling for a moment. "Who's this?" Rose pointed to herself. Lily smiled, reaching out her hand to touch Rose's nose, "M-Ma!" "She did it!" the Doctor beamed, "Our little girl is a brilliant little Time Lady, she is!" "Ma! Ma!" Rose leaned and kissed her baby's cheek, "My clever girl," then turned her lips to the smiling Time Lord, "And my handsome man." Their kiss lingered, lips teasing and meeting over and over with the ease of two lovers who knew the other's lips like the back of their hand. For a few moments, they lost themselves in their kiss. Lily's tiny hands met her parents' chins, making babbling noises and attempting to get their attention with their names she had just mastered, "Da! Ma!"  They both chuckled and ended their kiss, the Doctor saying in a low voice to Rose, "We'll finish that later, yeah?" "Oh yeah," Rose gave him a sweet kiss, "I've got the kettle on, we could both do with a cuppa, and she could use a warm bottle." Settling down in the Library with a hot pot of tea and a warm bottle for Lily, the Doctor and Rose looked through the photos on Rose's camera. There weren't many, because of the rain cutting the visit down a few hours, but the ones they did have were worth it. Lily's smile could light up a room, and paired with the smile of her Daddy, they could outshine the three suns around Persei 12. "This one is my favorite," Rose smiled. In the photo, the Doctor was smiling down at Lily, who was snoozing against his chest, covered in his leather jacket, safe and warm as they rode the shuttle back to the zoo entrance. "She had a big day," the Doctor kept his voice low as their daughter was sleeping in Rose's arms, "Where should we take her next?" Rose smiled at her daughter, "I dunno. 'Spose it wouldn't hurt to take her to see Mum though? I mean, she just said her first words." He groaned quietly. "Doctor..." "Alright, alright," he relented, "She is her Gran and all." "Yes," she giggled, "And I want to show off our brilliant daughter a bit. Maybe Lily can say 'nan'?" He smiled, "Okay. We can go in the morning." "Meanwhile, I'm gonna put Lily Bean to bed," she leaned down and smooched her forehead, "Out like Sleeping Beauty, eh Lil?." The Doctor kissed her little cheeks, "Goodnight precious girl." Rose tucked Lily into her crib in the nursery, then headed back to the Library. Walking past their bedroom, the door suddenly swung open and arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her in and shutting the door behind her. She squealed as lips came to her neck, kissing and nipping gently. "You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen in my lives," his voice was low and close to her ear. She shivered as his hands skimmed down her body, pulling her close and letting her feel how excited he already was. "Careful now, this is how we ended up with our Lily," she giggled as he stripped her shirt off. "Is it?" he pulled her closer, arms around her back. She smiled, "Says the daft alien who didn't have to carry a baby for nine months in his belly." "You're taking those pills, right?" the Doctor stopped for a moment. Since Lily had been born, the Doctor had gotten Rose a different sort of birth control pill, since the 21st century type hadn't exactly stopped them from being blessed with their little girl. It was a happy accident, but they both really wanted to wait a bit to decide if they wanted more or not. "No, I took the last one yesterday," she grinned, tongue peeking out between her teeth. He growled, "Rose..." "Don't be silly. Of course I'm on them." "Honest?" he asked, hands sliding up her arms. "Yes. I was only teasing," she laid lips on his chest, smoothing her hands over it, "Take me to bed, Time Lord."