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    Excerpt from the episode “Vincent and the Doctor” (S05E10) – Doctor Who.

    The Doctor: In a hundred words, where do you think van Gogh rates in the history of art?

    Dr. Black: Big question, but… to me, van Gogh is the finest painter of them all; certainly the most popular great painter of all time; the most beloved; his command of colour the most magnificent. He transformed the pain of his tormented life into ecstatic beauty. Pain is easy to portray, but to use your passion and pain to portray the ecstasy and joy and magnificence of our world… no one had ever done it before… Perhaps no one ever will again. To my mind that strange wild man who roamed the fields of Provence was not only the world’s greatest artist, but also one of the greatest men who ever lived.

  2. thelastcenturion-:

oneandonlygabriel:

ramblingeekette:

totalspiffage:

gloomysummerwithoutthetardis:

mrs-ten-inch:

ikchen:

Been staring at this for at least 10 minutes now, laughing my ass off.

Rory, BAMF!!! 

FAVORITE GIF EVER

FUCKING RORY MAN. <3

FJDSLKJFLKSDJ. ICAN’TEVEN

Best gif ever. Ever.

YES

    thelastcenturion-:

    oneandonlygabriel:

    ramblingeekette:

    totalspiffage:

    gloomysummerwithoutthetardis:

    mrs-ten-inch:

    ikchen:

    Been staring at this for at least 10 minutes now, laughing my ass off.

    Rory, BAMF!!! 

    FAVORITE GIF EVER

    FUCKING RORY MAN. <3

    FJDSLKJFLKSDJ. ICAN’TEVEN

    Best gif ever. Ever.

    YES

  3. 
“Hermione? Hermione?”
Harry’s voice faded off into the distance as Hermione walked closer to the box. They had been camping for weeks now, and Hermione had grown incredibly weary. Her boredom was cracked by a strange - but incredibly familiar wooshing sound deep in the forest. Could it be? She felt her stomach flip and her heart clench. Here it was again. That blue box. That same blue box. Time and time again, it had appeared in her lifetime as a blue speck in the distance, but never had she been so close to it. It looked….new, but old at the same time. She smiled to herself, now - that was impossible. The box itself looked impossible, actually: so out of place, so random, so very blue. She ran her hand over the soft wooden grain on the side.
“Police box?” she muttered to herself, noticing the sign on the top. “What on earth would a - - -” Her thoughts were stopped short when the doors of the box burst open and out popped the head of a rather eccentric looking man with a red bowtie.
“Ah well, dear, you’ve taken me off course yet again,” he babbled to himself as he looked around. “Oh!” He spun around, taking notice of Hermione for the first time. “I’m off on an adventure - a silly adventure - no, a crazy one - well no, Paris was the crazy one…” Hermione inched away as the man began to ramble off on a tangent about posing for a painting of some sorts and a naked goose chase, twirling his hands and occasionally smacking himself in the face. 
“Wait! Don’t leave,” he called, walking up to her with a mischievously playful grin. “I want you to come with me.”

this needs to happen
something like she appropriates a motorbike and a pair of leather boots, her face is never clean - speckled with bits of dirt from every century - and her hair is always a mess but she smiles a lot and when he looks at her (really looks at her) the crinkles at the corner of her eye reassure him there&#8217;s nowhere else she&#8217;d rather be
(he could be annoying and she could be annoying and then they could be serious and he could cry and she could yell and slap him a bit and there would be loving and the world would be saved)

    “Hermione? Hermione?”

    Harry’s voice faded off into the distance as Hermione walked closer to the box. They had been camping for weeks now, and Hermione had grown incredibly weary. Her boredom was cracked by a strange - but incredibly familiar wooshing sound deep in the forest. Could it be? She felt her stomach flip and her heart clench. Here it was again. That blue box. That same blue box. Time and time again, it had appeared in her lifetime as a blue speck in the distance, but never had she been so close to it. It looked….new, but old at the same time. She smiled to herself, now - that was impossible. The box itself looked impossible, actually: so out of place, so random, so very blue. She ran her hand over the soft wooden grain on the side.

    “Police box?” she muttered to herself, noticing the sign on the top. “What on earth would a - - -” Her thoughts were stopped short when the doors of the box burst open and out popped the head of a rather eccentric looking man with a red bowtie.

    “Ah well, dear, you’ve taken me off course yet again,” he babbled to himself as he looked around. “Oh!” He spun around, taking notice of Hermione for the first time. “I’m off on an adventure - a silly adventure - no, a crazy one - well no, Paris was the crazy one…” Hermione inched away as the man began to ramble off on a tangent about posing for a painting of some sorts and a naked goose chase, twirling his hands and occasionally smacking himself in the face. 

    “Wait! Don’t leave,” he called, walking up to her with a mischievously playful grin. “I want you to come with me.”

    this needs to happen

    something like she appropriates a motorbike and a pair of leather boots, her face is never clean - speckled with bits of dirt from every century - and her hair is always a mess but she smiles a lot and when he looks at her (really looks at her) the crinkles at the corner of her eye reassure him there’s nowhere else she’d rather be

    (he could be annoying and she could be annoying and then they could be serious and he could cry and she could yell and slap him a bit and there would be loving and the world would be saved)

  4. marielikestodraw:

“Just wanted to say… hello.”
Ooh I just loved the idea too much and had to fanart it somehow… That’s my first Dr Who art, entirely painted on photoshop, hope you like it :D

    marielikestodraw:

    “Just wanted to say… hello.”

    Ooh I just loved the idea too much and had to fanart it somehow… That’s my first Dr Who art, entirely painted on photoshop, hope you like it :D

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