‎*Mom hands me phone to answer*

  • Me:

    Hello?

  • Telemarketer:

    Hello, is your mother home?

  • Me:

    I have no mother.

  • Her:

    Well can I speak to your father?

  • Me:

    Yeah, which one?

  • Her:

    Which one is home?

  • Me:

    Well they're both home..but I don't think you want to talk to Carlos. He just went through a breakup with his boyfriend, Antonio.

  • Her:

    Oh, so your fathers' names are Carlos and Antonio?

  • Me:

    No, no! My fathers' names are Carlos and Mark.

  • Her:

    So who's Antonio?

  • Me:

    I just told you, Carlos's ex.

  • Her:

    So Carlos was cheating?

  • Me:

    Yes, but that's only because Mark was cheating with Edith, our neighbor.

  • Her:

    So Carlos cheated only because Mark cheated?

  • Me:

    No, he THOUGHT Mark was cheating.

  • Her:

    So Mark wasn't cheating?

  • Me:

    I never said that.

  • Her:

    Yes, yes you did!

  • Me:

    No I didn't.

  • Her:

    Y-yes! You did!

  • Me:

    Did what?

  • Her:

    Y-you- Never mind have a nice day, goodbye.

the magic begins » A really emotional scene/moment James was exactly the same height as Harry. He was wearing the clothes in which he had died, and his hair was untidy and ruffled, and his glasses were a little lopsided, like Mr. Weasley’s. Sirius was tall and handsome, and younger by far than Harry had seen him in life. He loped with an easy grace, his hands in his pockets and a grin on his face. Lupin was younger too, and much less shabby, and his hair was thicker and darker. He looked happy to be back in this familiar place, scene of so many adolescent wanderings. Lily’s smile was widest of all. She pushed her long hair back as she drew close to him, and her green eyes, so like his, searched his face hungrily, as though she would never be able to look at him enough.
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the magic begins » A really emotional scene/moment James was exactly the same height as Harry. He was wearing the clothes in which he had died, and his hair was untidy and ruffled, and his glasses were a little lopsided, like Mr. Weasley’s. Sirius was tall and handsome, and younger by far than Harry had seen him in life. He loped with an easy grace, his hands in his pockets and a grin on his face. Lupin was younger too, and much less shabby, and his hair was thicker and darker. He looked happy to be back in this familiar place, scene of so many adolescent wanderings. Lily’s smile was widest of all. She pushed her long hair back as she drew close to him, and her green eyes, so like his, searched his face hungrily, as though she would never be able to look at him enough.
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the magic begins » A really emotional scene/moment James was exactly the same height as Harry. He was wearing the clothes in which he had died, and his hair was untidy and ruffled, and his glasses were a little lopsided, like Mr. Weasley’s. Sirius was tall and handsome, and younger by far than Harry had seen him in life. He loped with an easy grace, his hands in his pockets and a grin on his face. Lupin was younger too, and much less shabby, and his hair was thicker and darker. He looked happy to be back in this familiar place, scene of so many adolescent wanderings. Lily’s smile was widest of all. She pushed her long hair back as she drew close to him, and her green eyes, so like his, searched his face hungrily, as though she would never be able to look at him enough.
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the magic begins » A really emotional scene/moment James was exactly the same height as Harry. He was wearing the clothes in which he had died, and his hair was untidy and ruffled, and his glasses were a little lopsided, like Mr. Weasley’s. Sirius was tall and handsome, and younger by far than Harry had seen him in life. He loped with an easy grace, his hands in his pockets and a grin on his face. Lupin was younger too, and much less shabby, and his hair was thicker and darker. He looked happy to be back in this familiar place, scene of so many adolescent wanderings. Lily’s smile was widest of all. She pushed her long hair back as she drew close to him, and her green eyes, so like his, searched his face hungrily, as though she would never be able to look at him enough.
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the magic begins » A really emotional scene/moment James was exactly the same height as Harry. He was wearing the clothes in which he had died, and his hair was untidy and ruffled, and his glasses were a little lopsided, like Mr. Weasley’s. Sirius was tall and handsome, and younger by far than Harry had seen him in life. He loped with an easy grace, his hands in his pockets and a grin on his face. Lupin was younger too, and much less shabby, and his hair was thicker and darker. He looked happy to be back in this familiar place, scene of so many adolescent wanderings. Lily’s smile was widest of all. She pushed her long hair back as she drew close to him, and her green eyes, so like his, searched his face hungrily, as though she would never be able to look at him enough.
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the magic begins » A really emotional scene/moment James was exactly the same height as Harry. He was wearing the clothes in which he had died, and his hair was untidy and ruffled, and his glasses were a little lopsided, like Mr. Weasley’s. Sirius was tall and handsome, and younger by far than Harry had seen him in life. He loped with an easy grace, his hands in his pockets and a grin on his face. Lupin was younger too, and much less shabby, and his hair was thicker and darker. He looked happy to be back in this familiar place, scene of so many adolescent wanderings. Lily’s smile was widest of all. She pushed her long hair back as she drew close to him, and her green eyes, so like his, searched his face hungrily, as though she would never be able to look at him enough.
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the magic begins » A really emotional scene/moment James was exactly the same height as Harry. He was wearing the clothes in which he had died, and his hair was untidy and ruffled, and his glasses were a little lopsided, like Mr. Weasley’s. Sirius was tall and handsome, and younger by far than Harry had seen him in life. He loped with an easy grace, his hands in his pockets and a grin on his face. Lupin was younger too, and much less shabby, and his hair was thicker and darker. He looked happy to be back in this familiar place, scene of so many adolescent wanderings. Lily’s smile was widest of all. She pushed her long hair back as she drew close to him, and her green eyes, so like his, searched his face hungrily, as though she would never be able to look at him enough.
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the magic begins » A really emotional scene/moment James was exactly the same height as Harry. He was wearing the clothes in which he had died, and his hair was untidy and ruffled, and his glasses were a little lopsided, like Mr. Weasley’s. Sirius was tall and handsome, and younger by far than Harry had seen him in life. He loped with an easy grace, his hands in his pockets and a grin on his face. Lupin was younger too, and much less shabby, and his hair was thicker and darker. He looked happy to be back in this familiar place, scene of so many adolescent wanderings. Lily’s smile was widest of all. She pushed her long hair back as she drew close to him, and her green eyes, so like his, searched his face hungrily, as though she would never be able to look at him enough.
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the magic begins » A really emotional scene/moment

James was exactly the same height as Harry. He was wearing the clothes in which he had died, and his hair was untidy and ruffled, and his glasses were a little lopsided, like Mr. Weasley’s.
Sirius was tall and handsome, and younger by far than Harry had seen him in life. He loped with an easy grace, his hands in his pockets and a grin on his face.
Lupin was younger too, and much less shabby, and his hair was thicker and darker. He looked happy to be back in this familiar place, scene of so many adolescent wanderings.
Lily’s smile was widest of all. She pushed her long hair back as she drew close to him, and her green eyes, so like his, searched his face hungrily, as though she would never be able to look at him enough.

alextimmons:

poco-loki:

thecorruptedquietone:

prongsmydeer:

Plot twist: The next companion is a normal girl/boy who only dies once in their lifetime and has no remarkable back story but he thinks they’re wonderful because they are human and the Doctor needs reminding that you don’t need to be a mystery to be remarkable. 

#and the doctor never has to kiss them or sexualize them at all #in fact they are not even attracted to the doctor

so basically we want Donna back

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mycroftgetoffmysheet: verity-burns: “Where’s your bride?” “Mary? Oh, she’s not my bride.” “What?” “No, she’s just a friend. A good friend, mind you, but no more than that.” “What are you talking about? You’re marrying her in a little less than half an hour.” “I don’t think so.” “Have you hit your head?” “Nope.” “You’re serious?” “I’m dead serious.” “Then why on earth have we gone through this rigmarole?” “Got you here, didn’t it? And wearing a TIE, no less.” “Of course I’m wearing a tie - I thought you were getting married today!” “Oh, I am.” “What?” “Or at least, I hope to be.” “You are making no sense whatsoever.” “I know how you feel about me.” “No you don’t. How do you?” “Suspected soon after you came back, actually. But I couldn’t be sure until I saw your face when I said I was leaving.” “So this whole thing has been… what? Punishment?” “Would you rather I’d punched you?” “You did punch me!” “Well, you deserved it.” “And did I deserve this? To have to stand here and watch while you… Oh.” “Oh?” “You’re not marrying Mary?” “I’m really not.” “But you are getting married.” “Well, that rather depends.” “On?” “On whether or not you’ll have me.” “…” “Sherlock?” “But… One can’t just turn up in front of a vicar and get married, John. There are formalities…” “It’s amazing what you can arrange when the British government owes you a favour.” “But… Me?” “Of course you.” “But we’re not… I’ve never even…” “If you want me. So do you, Sherlock? Do you want to marry me?” . . “I do.”
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mycroftgetoffmysheet:

verity-burns:

“Where’s your bride?”

“Mary? Oh, she’s not my bride.”

“What?”

“No, she’s just a friend. A good friend, mind you, but no more than that.”

“What are you talking about? You’re marrying her in a little less than half an hour.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Have you hit your head?”

“Nope.”

“You’re serious?”

“I’m dead serious.”

“Then why on earth have we gone through this rigmarole?”

“Got you here, didn’t it? And wearing a TIE, no less.”

“Of course I’m wearing a tie - I thought you were getting married today!”

“Oh, I am.”

“What?”

“Or at least, I hope to be.”

“You are making no sense whatsoever.”

“I know how you feel about me.”

“No you don’t. How do you?”

“Suspected soon after you came back, actually. But I couldn’t be sure until I saw your face when I said I was leaving.”

“So this whole thing has been… what? Punishment?”

“Would you rather I’d punched you?”

“You did punch me!”

“Well, you deserved it.”

“And did I deserve this? To have to stand here and watch while you… Oh.”

“Oh?”

“You’re not marrying Mary?”

“I’m really not.”

“But you are getting married.”

“Well, that rather depends.”

“On?”

“On whether or not you’ll have me.”

“…”

“Sherlock?”

“But… One can’t just turn up in front of a vicar and get married, John. There are formalities…”

“It’s amazing what you can arrange when the British government owes you a favour.”

“But… Me?”

“Of course you.”

“But we’re not… I’ve never even…”

“If you want me. So do you, Sherlock? Do you want to marry me?”

.

.

“I do.”

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