Minion of Mischief

GUYS I MADE A THING CAN I BE IN THE FANDOM NOW

I love baby sitting so much more than I did before...

Me: hey kid-? I thought I said it was bed time.
 Gabe: I had a bad dream. I need you to take this and sit in my room. *hands me a wooden sword*
 Me: I used to be a pirate you know. I can totally use this! Those monsters will be too scared to get you with me around.
  *ten minutes later*
 Gabe: I'm still scared.
 Me: hey, I got your back man.
 Gabe: what if swords won't hurt them-?! *whips out with a nerf gun* will a gun get them-?
 Me: what if I just used this? *pulls out handy dandy sonic screw screwdriver*  The doctor doesn't use guns, you know.
 Gabe: WOW- DOES IT WORK-?
 Me: *flicks it open and turns it on*
 Gabe: THE MONSTERS ARE GOING DOOOWN
 Me: lol, shut up-- the other kids are still sleeping.
 Gabe: Best. Sitter. Ever.
Me: just go the flip to sleep. X)

It’s the moment when the kids you are supposed to baby sit beg you for a Doctor Who marathon that you know life is awesome.

I refuse to watch Angels in Manhattan. It came out Saturday, and I refuse to watch it.

If I don’t watch it, it didn’t happen, right?

RIGHT GUYS?

RIGHT—?!

My sister: If Tom Hiddleston became the next doctor, would David Tennant still be your favorite doctor?
Me: 
Me: 
Me: 
Me: HOW DO I PICK
Me: *dies*

So, i had a weird dream last night, which is actually pretty normal, but this one was just awesome. X) I was in a store, and the first doctor, the ninth doctor and the fifth doctor all come running in from outside. I was really surprised and talked to them for a bit, but before I could talk to nine, I see Sherlock and John standing at the front of the store, and I heard Sherlock tell John in his ‘bluebell lit up like a fairy voice’ that he couldn’t tell me this was a dream. I laughed my ass off. X) anyway, they left before I could talk to them, and I debated on running out to talk to them, but I didn’t want Sherlock to be mean to me, so I ran out to talk to John (who was dressed like Arthur Dent) and we talked about stuff. Anyway, something happened and we were running from moriarity, and sherlock starts running for the hospital, so I grabbed his shirt , swung him around and started yelling ‘NOT THERE’ and I made him run and hide in a fire house. X) so Jim comes to the fire house and is trying to talk his way past me and I’m trying to hit him with a fire extinguisher as casually as I can, but it didn’t work. Anyway, the dream changed to me standing in H-mart, and I see two vans pull up in the parking lot. Justin Beiber gets out of one, and then a bunch of tough looking gangsters get out of the other one. So I went out to save stupid Justin from getting killed, but it turns out the gangsters were his friends, and I kept trying to give him my number just in case, but none of the pens would work, and then the paparazzi told EVERYONE that we were dating, and I had to delete my tumblr from anon hate. And the. I woke up, thrilled to find my tumblr still alive! ( AND FOR THE RECORD, I DON’T LIKE JUSTIN BEIBER.)

oniegiri:

#is this really what i’m going to be marrying into

Did he just say, “Reverse the Polarity?”

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310/366 - Two Hundred Cupcakes (by kettiby)

Who doesn’t live silver ball bearings?

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Philosophical Puppy

What if the doctor let them out? I mean… “WHO” let the dogs out?

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