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sixpenceee:

People have been posting their creepy/paranormal stories and experiences on the my tag for a while now. I’ve read many great ones. Some are actually heart-warming, others a bit terrifying. Here’s a compilation of the top 10.

  1. THE MISCARRIAGE:  The story of Ms.L who unfortunately lost her child, but he wasn’t completely gone. 
  2. WHAT THE CAMERA FOUNDYou can make out half of a human torso 
  3. MOTHER’S DAY: Mother’s day isn’t a happy day for everyone
  4. CONSEQUENCESThe scars someone received from playing the bath game, a Japanese game where you conjure up a ghastly woman who rises out of water
  5. LITTLE MISS NO NAMEAn interesting doll with a peculiar history
  6. WHAT CHILDREN SEEA fascinating account of an adorable, little girl and what ghostly presence she sees 
  7. SOMETHING IS WRONGI like this because sometimes you feel something is wrong even though you can’t put your finger on it. The sense of dread can be deafening. 
  8. I CAN TALK TO GHOSTSBack when I first started my blog, someone submitted to me a personal account of what their life is like as someone who is more in tune to the paranormal
  9. NEVER DOUBT YOUR INTUITIONYou’ll understand why after reading her story
  10. REINCARNATION CASESA 3 year old child’s claims of who he was before in the past life. Extremely interesting. 

All of these are just so fascinating to read 

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221badwolfstreet:

hippofoliage:

dittanyandthedoctor:

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elphabaforpresidentofgallifrey:

221badwolfstreet:

hiddlestonhug:

tardis-mind-palace:

OH god I ship this so hard but the relationship would suck because she could only speak and move when he wasn’t looking… But he would trust her enough to turn his back OH GOD THE FEELS SOMEONE FIC THIS

This is adorable.

When he walked into the room, it was too quiet and too dark. Quickly, he pulled out his sonic screw driver and started to turn in a circle in order to scan for any life in the room. As he was spinning, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. 

Something still.

Something with wings.

Something hiding its face.

The Doctor knew he only had milliseconds before the Weeping Angel would reach him and feed off of his time energy. Wielding his sonic screwdriver, The Doctor spun to face the angel. however, what he saw when he faced the angel almost caused him to blink…almost.

Instead of clawed hands and a snarling face, The Weeping Angel was reaching out towards The Doctor with a longing expression on her stony face. Even though her face was illuminated by the blue light from the sonic screw driver The Doctor recognized her features any where. Leaning in too examine her pained face The Doctor only managed to whisper, “Rose?”

Even though she couldn’t answer with him looking at her, The Doctor knew it was his Rose. She had the same curved lips, the same round face, the same nose that he always touched when she sassed him. “Rose Tyler, what happened to you?”

The Doctor knew that if he wanted an answer, he’d have to close his eyes.

“I’m trusting you, Rose. Please. please still be my Rose.”

Slowly, The Doctor closed his eyes and as soon as he was left in the darkness he felt his chest tighten and a cold hand placed itself on his cheek.

“Doctor,” she spoke as soft as the petal of the flower she was named for, “My Doctor, oh how I’ve missed you so.”

NOOOOOO

THAT’S NOT WHAT WE WANTED

THAT’S NOT WHAT WE WANTED AT ALL

go sit in the corner and think about what you’ve done.

No, let’s rock this AU 

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OH MY GOD TOU MADE THAT OFF OF SOMETHING THAT I WROTE

MY FIC

HOLY FUCK

MY HEART

Parchment Thin

You left pencil lead bruises
smudged on my thin ivory skin,
your harsh fingers tracing the lace
of the baby doll lingerie
you pasted to my curves.

The angel wings
tied with tape around my shoulders
(the missing piece of innocence
you thought you could borrow)
weighed me down;
with flat eyes
and marker-blotted lips,
I watched you admire your handiwork.

A nimble flourish of knuckles later,
you slipped me between the plastic
of your photo album
and left my name dripping ink
in the corner—
just another parchment doll
too fragile for holding.

©2014 Elizabeth Mathis—

I should really keep a dream journal…

but waking up to write things down in the middle of the night seems like more work than it’s worth.

Sooooooo… random crazy dream number 1,456,320—

I was looking for a lost child in an abandoned building and I was hiding in a bathroom and some old guy came in and started talking to me and for SOME ODD REASON I decided it would be fun to reach up and pull his skin off and underneath he was a goldfish.

Anyone want to take a stab at interpreting this for me?

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