Lacrimosa's Wonderland

Oct 16

urlcum:

livelawless:

lnvocation:

My thighs are huge cuz they’re full of secrets

Wrap them around my ears and let me hear them all

You smooth motherfucker

Oct 11

joshifereverlark:

the-fandoms-are-cool:

skarosoul:

mars-ultor:

lockedin221b:

theprofessorstrikesagain:

bit-fairytale:

I miss this.

Oh god, how I miss this.

I always wanted more of this.

I have a feeling that this scene wasn’t acting. That it was the actors just having fun, and they decided to put it in the show.

remember when Doctor Who was really fun and you didn’t feel like ripping out your insides every episode

ALWAYS REBLOG NINE’S FAMILY

I want Jack Harkness on the show again ASAP BBC

Oct 07
who-lock-loki-lover:

murderousreprisal:

sorryforpartyreichen:

issybird:

agentsweet:

madnessinitstrueform:

bennyslegs:

whoviackian:

fireflyastoria:



Imagine coming across this one day. 
On a totally normal, slightly bored walk in the woods.
Turning around the bend and seeing this. 
Just imagine.

i’m not even a massive doctor who fan and this broke my heart
this like seeing hogwarts as a ruin (and not being a muggle, so you know it’s really a ruin)
or seeing 221b being rented out by some horrible college kids partying and being loud
or the impala being crushed and useless (wait, i’m not up-to-date with supernatural atm, but didn’t something bad actually happen to the impala? fuck that show is just heart-break central)



But imagine going to it. Letting your hands move across the paint, disrupting the plants around it and then
click
The door opens.

You’re walking through the woods on a wonderful day, when you turn around a corner and see something that makes your heart stop. Thoughts, memories, images flood your head, and you think over and over, No no no, it can’t be. It’s just a show, right? It can’t be. You don’t even realize it as you walk up to it, and you cautiously lay your hand on it.
When it actually comes in contact with the wood, your eyes widen. Oh my god. It’s here. It’s real. I’m not imagining it. but then you realize something else. It looks…sad. Worn down. As if it hadn’t moved in years. Tears fill your eyes. Oh, Doctor. Where are you?? What happened?? Your head leans on the door as you close your eyes, trying to keep yourself from crying. It’s so stupid, but…
You aren’t able to finish that thought. You hear a soft click, and the door opens, causing you to stumble forward. A pair of shoes enter your line of vision. You slowly look up, seeing slacks next, then a jacket over a button up shirt, a bow tie, and then…it’s him.
Your hand covers your mouth as your eyes widen, everything hitting you at once. Oh my god it’s him. Its him it’s him it’s him. Oh god everything was real. The angels, cybermen, daleks, oh god Rose and Martha and Donna and Amy and Rory, and Jack and oh god if Jacks real then Torchwood and Ianto and oh god. You don’t even realize youve just said all that out loud as he sets his hands on your shoulders. “Are you alright?? What you were saying…how did you know that??”
You are full on crying now, tears running down your cheeks, and you can’t help when you embrace him. “Oh my god it’s you and your real and you’ve saved Earth and everyone so many times and I can’t believe it and just thank you and Im sorry for all the bad stuff that happens.” He awkwardly hugs you back before you pull away and wipe at your face with your sleeve. “Uhm, sorry f-for that. It just, uhm…” you don’t know how to explain it. How important he is to you, how many amazing people you’ve met because of him, how much he inspires you, how much you look up to him. Heck, you’re probably insane right now.
The Doctor just looks at you for a moment before grabbing your hand and pulling you inside. Your eyes widen as you stare at the bright room and, “Oh god it’s bigger on the inside.”
He grins like a child when he hears that. “I love it when they say that!” He flits about the room as you stand there, wringing your hands out, knees shaking as you stare wide eyed at everything.
“Now!” he exclaims. “How would you,” he points at you, excited. “like to come for an adventure?”
You can’t get the words out fast enough. “Yes. Please, take me.”



that story put me in tears…..

I reblog this every time I see it.

who-lock-loki-lover:

murderousreprisal:

sorryforpartyreichen:

issybird:

agentsweet:

madnessinitstrueform:

bennyslegs:

whoviackian:

fireflyastoria:

image

Imagine coming across this one day. 

On a totally normal, slightly bored walk in the woods.

Turning around the bend and seeing this. 

Just imagine.

i’m not even a massive doctor who fan and this broke my heart

this like seeing hogwarts as a ruin (and not being a muggle, so you know it’s really a ruin)

or seeing 221b being rented out by some horrible college kids partying and being loud

or the impala being crushed and useless (wait, i’m not up-to-date with supernatural atm, but didn’t something bad actually happen to the impala? fuck that show is just heart-break central)

image

But imagine going to it. Letting your hands move across the paint, disrupting the plants around it and then

click

The door opens.

You’re walking through the woods on a wonderful day, when you turn around a corner and see something that makes your heart stop. Thoughts, memories, images flood your head, and you think over and over, No no no, it can’t be. It’s just a show, right? It can’t be. You don’t even realize it as you walk up to it, and you cautiously lay your hand on it.

When it actually comes in contact with the wood, your eyes widen. Oh my god. It’s here. It’s real. I’m not imagining it. but then you realize something else. It looks…sad. Worn down. As if it hadn’t moved in years. Tears fill your eyes. Oh, Doctor. Where are you?? What happened?? Your head leans on the door as you close your eyes, trying to keep yourself from crying. It’s so stupid, but…

You aren’t able to finish that thought. You hear a soft click, and the door opens, causing you to stumble forward. A pair of shoes enter your line of vision. You slowly look up, seeing slacks next, then a jacket over a button up shirt, a bow tie, and then…it’s him.

Your hand covers your mouth as your eyes widen, everything hitting you at once. Oh my god it’s him. Its him it’s him it’s him. Oh god everything was real. The angels, cybermen, daleks, oh god Rose and Martha and Donna and Amy and Rory, and Jack and oh god if Jacks real then Torchwood and Ianto and oh god. You don’t even realize youve just said all that out loud as he sets his hands on your shoulders. “Are you alright?? What you were saying…how did you know that??”

You are full on crying now, tears running down your cheeks, and you can’t help when you embrace him. “Oh my god it’s you and your real and you’ve saved Earth and everyone so many times and I can’t believe it and just thank you and Im sorry for all the bad stuff that happens.” He awkwardly hugs you back before you pull away and wipe at your face with your sleeve. “Uhm, sorry f-for that. It just, uhm…” you don’t know how to explain it. How important he is to you, how many amazing people you’ve met because of him, how much he inspires you, how much you look up to him. Heck, you’re probably insane right now.

The Doctor just looks at you for a moment before grabbing your hand and pulling you inside. Your eyes widen as you stare at the bright room and, “Oh god it’s bigger on the inside.”

He grins like a child when he hears that. “I love it when they say that!” He flits about the room as you stand there, wringing your hands out, knees shaking as you stare wide eyed at everything.

“Now!” he exclaims. “How would you,” he points at you, excited. “like to come for an adventure?”

You can’t get the words out fast enough. “Yes. Please, take me.”

image

that story put me in tears…..

I reblog this every time I see it.

Oct 06

I’ve (just now) come to the conclusion to why I don’t post much on tumblr.

I don’t really feel welcome, I believe I’ve been on here for almost 2 years (I think). And I don’t know, I just feel like I made another useless account on just another website. I started my tumblr because I wanted to make friends who liked the same shit I did, which hasn’t worked out at all. I haven’t met a single person I have talked to for more than an a cumulative hour.

I mean I know I’m not the most interesting person, but I try (Boy, do I try).

So here’s what I’m gonna do, I’m gonna re-introduce myself and see what happens. And with whatever happens I’ll try to reblog and post shizz.

So here it goes (I’m nervous) :

Salutations, my birth name is Soler (pronounced Solay), but I prefer Lacrimosa or Lacey.

I am currently a senior in high school who aspires to be a Stage Manager. I am involved in about 6 different clubs at my school.

My current obsession is Doctor Who. I’m not up-to-date with the current season, or with what they have on Netflix of the Classic Doctor Who, but I’m still a huge fan nonetheless. The Tenth Doctor is my handsome hunny, the Ninth Doctor is my serious guy, and the Eleventh Doctor is my baby. I love the Exploding Tardis design. I have a matching handbag and bookbag, and hope to add more to my collection.

I spent this past summer watching Doctor Who, failing at my weight loss goals, and watching the 1st 3 seasons of Phineas and Ferb they have on Netflix 8 times.

My favorite song of all time is Pretty Rave Girl.

I love Halloween, like I start planning for the next year’s Halloween Nov 1st. However I am constantly changing my mind on who I want to be.

One of my favorite movies is Coraline, I just adore it, it’s creepy and sweet.

I have a separate blog on Blogger that I actually update.

I do call people hunny or sweetie or doll or love (be prepared).

My hair is currently orange/pink and I need to dye it black again.

I have a teddy bear named Texas who I have had now for 15 years.

Some of my characteristics are that I am passionate, creative, dedicated, diligent, and determined.

I am running out of things to say so I’ll leave it at that.

If you got to the end, bless you.

Sep 16

I get so tired of the same routine.

Wake up
Fake it through the school day
Have no one talk to you during the school day
Come home and still no one to talk with
Bed

I just wish I was more social, but I’m not. I constantly wait for a chance, but it never arrives. Lately aside from talking/messaging, I’ve wanted to actually use my Skype for video calls, but I have a few contacts who don’t wanna be bothered by a peasant.

I hound myself all the time about being social, but it just makes me feel like a failure.

Oh well, just wanted to share my worries.

Sep 11

meenuhpeixes:

WELCME TO DOCTOR WHO ENJOY YOUR STAY

Sep 10
Sep 10

vikingsrph:

I AM ALLOWED TO COMPLAIN

I AM ALLOWED TO CRY OVER SIMPLE THINGS

I AM FULLY AWARE THAT OTHER PEOPLE HAVE PROBLEMS TOO AND THEY ARE PROBABLY WORSE OFF THAN I AM

DO NOT REMIND ME OF THAT WHEN I AM UPSET

MY FEELINGS ARE VALID

I AM ALLOWED TO COMPLAIN

WHAT IS SIMPLE TO YOU COULD BE STRESSFUL TO ME

STOP TELLING ME TO THINK ABOUT PEOPLE THAT HAVE IT WORSE

STOP STOP STOP

Sep 07

to-be-a-lost-boy:

tardisinwonderland:

necromander:

Be careful what you wish for.

Wow what I never realized the colors were inverted

You’d think I would have noticed that

That’s the point. The world Coraline lives in is supposed to be boring and gray, but the people are what give it life and purpose. In the Other Mother’s world the people are plastic puppets where she pulls the strings because it presumably changes for every child she takes, but the world around them is bright and colorful for the purpose of enticing the children to stay… before they notice the inhabitants are nothing but dust.

that was deep

Sep 05

chrissymodi-frost:

notwosnowflakesarealike:

johamesthenifty:

The rental house had a small door in one of the closets
Led to the inner linings of the house
I’ve seen enough movies to know what not to do

I’ve seen Coraline enough times to know not to fuck with that.

TRUTH^