I am your king.
I think that Crowley was never once in his existence appreciated. His son betrayed him (though we don’t know the reason why they hated each other), they call him names behind his back, they hunt him down for not serving Lucifer and having his own will and plans, they don’t accept him as their king. See, none of the demons respected him, they were not loyal to him - they feared him, and in order to survive they obeyed. Crowley worked his way up from the salesman to the King of Hell, and yet nobody paid him respect. The sad thing is, they never even wanted him as their king. They didn’t notice he was kidnapped. They didn’t come to save him when he called, none of them. Abbadon was the only one to show up, her only intention to kill him and become Queen of Hell. I’m not trying to shove him in the role of a victim, I know what he is and what he’s done.
I just think that beside the desire for love in his human heart, he pursued acknowledgement. And it makes me sick at heart that he’s never received neither.
this is beautiful
Still my favorite picture on the internet
so happy that richard speight jr, rob benedict and matt cohen decided to all become weird best friends
Changed my avatar to the photo on the left because I felt like my fringe was underrepresented.
Bonus: have a picture of me and Marcus being hipstahs (even more than usual).
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why must we play god
This is what being Moffat and Gatiss must feel like.
My friends better take notice. We are going to play this.
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I love the look on Martha’s face.
Because I bet she read that Sonnet when she was in school.
And the realization that that fucking sonnet is going to be about HER RADIANT BLACK BEAUTY!!!
Martha Fucking Jones gets POETRY written for her that lasts through the ages.
The Doctor’s faces are killing me!
I actually find this really great because NOBODY KNOWS who “the dark lady” is. There are various sonnets composed for/about her, but nobody knows her identity.
I wonder if Martha ever reads that particular sonnet or hears someone reading it in a movie or on telly and just kind of smirks to herself because she knows it was written about her