Where Knowledge intersects Passion

Where Knowledge intersects Passion

Benn's adventures in London and beyond! Also- random geekiness.
nevver: Dr. Who?

nevver:

Dr. Who?

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nevver: Who

nevver:

Who

nevver: Doctor Who predicts The Super Bowl

nevver:

Doctor Who predicts The Super Bowl

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lol…  The Lodger.lol…  The Lodger.lol…  The Lodger.lol…  The Lodger.

lol…  The Lodger.

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bearthug: tarotcub: lokisarmy-in-the-tardis: tardis-thats-blue: If you don’t immediately get this, your Whovian license has been revoked. That was horrible… but yes it makes sense This is so FAIL!! SO SO FAIL!!! Doctor Who is British, why the fuck would they call 911?? its 999… sigh… Americans, your attempt to be witty fails. Dr Who isn’t British you stupid git.  He’s from Gallifrey.

bearthug:

tarotcub:

lokisarmy-in-the-tardis:

tardis-thats-blue:

If you don’t immediately get this, your Whovian license has been revoked.

That was horrible… but yes it makes sense

This is so FAIL!! SO SO FAIL!!! Doctor Who is British, why the fuck would they call 911?? its 999… sigh… Americans, your attempt to be witty fails.

Dr Who isn’t British you stupid git.  He’s from Gallifrey.

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Vincent Van Gogh: Look at the sky. It’s not dark and black and without character. The black is, in fact deep blue. And over there, lighter blue and blowing through the blues and blackness the winds swirling through the air and then shining, burning, bursting through… the stars! And you see how they roar their light. Everywhere we look, the complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes. The Doctor: I’ve seen many things, my friend. But you’re right. Nothing quite as wonderful as the things you see.Vincent Van Gogh: Look at the sky. It’s not dark and black and without character. The black is, in fact deep blue. And over there, lighter blue and blowing through the blues and blackness the winds swirling through the air and then shining, burning, bursting through… the stars! And you see how they roar their light. Everywhere we look, the complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes. The Doctor: I’ve seen many things, my friend. But you’re right. Nothing quite as wonderful as the things you see.Vincent Van Gogh: Look at the sky. It’s not dark and black and without character. The black is, in fact deep blue. And over there, lighter blue and blowing through the blues and blackness the winds swirling through the air and then shining, burning, bursting through… the stars! And you see how they roar their light. Everywhere we look, the complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes. The Doctor: I’ve seen many things, my friend. But you’re right. Nothing quite as wonderful as the things you see.Vincent Van Gogh: Look at the sky. It’s not dark and black and without character. The black is, in fact deep blue. And over there, lighter blue and blowing through the blues and blackness the winds swirling through the air and then shining, burning, bursting through… the stars! And you see how they roar their light. Everywhere we look, the complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes. The Doctor: I’ve seen many things, my friend. But you’re right. Nothing quite as wonderful as the things you see.Vincent Van Gogh: Look at the sky. It’s not dark and black and without character. The black is, in fact deep blue. And over there, lighter blue and blowing through the blues and blackness the winds swirling through the air and then shining, burning, bursting through… the stars! And you see how they roar their light. Everywhere we look, the complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes. The Doctor: I’ve seen many things, my friend. But you’re right. Nothing quite as wonderful as the things you see.Vincent Van Gogh: Look at the sky. It’s not dark and black and without character. The black is, in fact deep blue. And over there, lighter blue and blowing through the blues and blackness the winds swirling through the air and then shining, burning, bursting through… the stars! And you see how they roar their light. Everywhere we look, the complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes. The Doctor: I’ve seen many things, my friend. But you’re right. Nothing quite as wonderful as the things you see.Vincent Van Gogh: Look at the sky. It’s not dark and black and without character. The black is, in fact deep blue. And over there, lighter blue and blowing through the blues and blackness the winds swirling through the air and then shining, burning, bursting through… the stars! And you see how they roar their light. Everywhere we look, the complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes. The Doctor: I’ve seen many things, my friend. But you’re right. Nothing quite as wonderful as the things you see.Vincent Van Gogh: Look at the sky. It’s not dark and black and without character. The black is, in fact deep blue. And over there, lighter blue and blowing through the blues and blackness the winds swirling through the air and then shining, burning, bursting through… the stars! And you see how they roar their light. Everywhere we look, the complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes. The Doctor: I’ve seen many things, my friend. But you’re right. Nothing quite as wonderful as the things you see.

Vincent Van Gogh: Look at the sky. It’s not dark and black and without character. The black is, in fact deep blue. And over there, lighter blue and blowing through the blues and blackness the winds swirling through the air and then shining, burning, bursting through… the stars! And you see how they roar their light. Everywhere we look, the complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes.
The Doctor: I’ve seen many things, my friend. But you’re right. Nothing quite as wonderful as the things you see.

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