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“average Doctor is really really cool” factoid actually just statistical error. average Doctor is very uncool. Twelfth Doctor, who rode a tank in to do battle in a medieval arena while absolutely fucking shredding on the electric guitar in sunglasses, is an outlier adn should not have been counted

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I think its canon tbh. Always.

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Hausu (House) | Nobuhiko Ôbayashi | 1977

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🥦 Grocery clerks 🥦

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aliens? no

HELLO IM BACK!!!! and i bring new fanart!!!!

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I open Tumblr. I post something that should be a diary entry. I close Tumblr. I open Tumblr after having it closed for 1.2 minutes. I reblog 176 posts in a row. I add tags of absolute gibberish to 7 of those. I close Tumblr. I open Tumblr I post yet another should-be diary entry. I close Tumblr. I open tu

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Andrey Mironov as Andrey Vasilyev in Unbelievable Adventures of Italians in Russia

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i miss them

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honourable mentions:

in limerick city, i briefly lived near a recovering drug addict named brian. he was very nice, but he also insisted on using the tiny outdoor landing of our storey to set up a very large birdhouse. he'd talk to the birds, far more than you would expect from the normal irish custom of acknowledging magpies and such. he assured me that he knew they weren't talking back, but he thought it was good to be sociable because "you never know if a bird is really just a bird."

every irish person i’ve told this story to has been certain that they also know brian. every time it’s turned out to be a different person.

also in limerick city, i was at an intersection when the person in front of me decided to stop in the middle of the road and talk with someone on the pavement. her car was at an odd angle that kept anyone else from passing, so we all got held up. right next to this scene was a not-at-all-discreet sex shop. its storefront filled the entire view of the side of the car. the conversation took fucking forever so i spent a good 10 minutes getting jumpscared by everyone honking their horns and staring at this:

just this past march, my car broke down on the way to (one of) my hometown(s) in rural county limerick. my phone wasn’t working so i had to trek to a nearby farm. the nice couple there let me use their wifi and served me with a bowl— not a cup, a soup bowl— full of tea. the man they sent to help with the car couldn’t find me, because there were no road signs and no distinguishing landmarks, except for an old ruined church with no roof and a bunch of collinses in the graveyard. i told the car man this and he said “ah, i’ve got you now! i know the collinses!” and he showed up a few minutes later.

"follow the rainbow to the gay spar," or just gay spar in general:

a "paddywagon" tour bus parked in front of the actual literal GPO, of all places:

overheard a man saying he didn't trust simon harris to make tough decisions because "he's not old enough to have grey hair" and "he probably dyes it that colour" to make himself look more authoritative.

one time i fell asleep in a car (driving across the country with friends at 4am) listening to RTÉ RnaG, and the program as gaeilge/gaelainn was incorporated into my dream. eventually someone switched the station to something in english and hearing english being spoken in the dream startled me so much that i woke up.

top 10 things i’ve ever heard in ireland:

“well, me gran was saying last christmas that overeating is a sin and i just had to tell her that i'm gay, so my getting a second helping of ham is the least of her worries. thankfully, i don't have to put up with that deal this year because me gran's dead now, god rest her soul.”

“no word of a lie, i once saw him riding a horse on the pavement in newcastle west, sure i don’t know why he’s trying to get elected td”

“and i told her that if she can't afford a bus to mass on sundays or to her own job, she'd better not get a third pint!”

“ah folks, d’you know where the mortuary is?” (this man was a complete stranger. no one in this tiny culchie town had ever seen him before. he never showed up at the mortuary and we never saw him again.)

“never in my life did i want to go to waterford, and i’ll be happy if i die without touching its soil”

“renaming the tayto park was the greatest betrayal since michael collins” (i really want to know the full context of this conversation)

“if ye can’t find a spar then we may as well go back to to westmeath” (?? they’re everywhere lol)

“well, maybe if the brits would let go of the north...”

“where are you from?” “ah sure i’m from cork” “whereabouts?” “x town” “ah well do you know john haffney?” “indeed i do!”

“i think she should take her husband’s name because, honest, when i met her she was the 6th flynn i’d spoken to that day”

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House MD incorrect quotes (social media edition) — part 1

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top 10 things i’ve ever heard in ireland:

“well, me gran was saying last christmas that overeating is a sin and i just had to tell her that i'm gay, so my getting a second helping of ham is the least of her worries. thankfully, i don't have to put up with that deal this year because me gran's dead now, god rest her soul.”

“no word of a lie, i once saw him riding a horse on the pavement in newcastle west, sure i don’t know why he’s trying to get elected td”

“and i told her that if she can't afford a bus to mass on sundays or to her own job, she'd better not get a third pint!”

“ah folks, d’you know where the mortuary is?” (this man was a complete stranger. no one in this tiny culchie town had ever seen him before. he never showed up at the mortuary and we never saw him again.)

“never in my life did i want to go to waterford, and i’ll be happy if i die without touching its soil”

“renaming the tayto park was the greatest betrayal since michael collins” (i really want to know the full context of this conversation)

“if ye can’t find a spar then we may as well go back to to westmeath” (?? they’re everywhere lol)

“well, maybe if the brits would let go of the north...”

“where are you from?” “ah sure i’m from cork” “whereabouts?” “x town” “ah well do you know john haffney?” “indeed i do!”

“i think she should take her husband’s name because, honest, when i met her she was the 6th flynn i’d spoken to that day”

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Hey guys do you like my niche media do you understand the reference did you miss me oooo you want my art so bad ooooo

Dumping all of my Soviet content now apparently

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"just write a little every day" ok but what if i write nothing for 3 weeks and then suddenly type like i’m being hunted by god

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soviet rock legend viktor tsoi (1962-1990)

“and we know how it’s always been;

that fate loves a man

who lives by his own rules

and dies by them in his youth

he doesn’t know the words ‘yes’ or ‘no’

he doesn’t remember numbers or names

and he’s destined to reach towards the stars

without realising it’s a dream

and he’ll fall, like a scorching star called Sun”

- a star called sun, kino, 1988

легенда советского рока, виктор цой (1962-1990)

«и мы знаем, что так было всегда

что судьбою больше любим

кто живёт по законам другим

и кому умирать молодым

он не помнит слово "да" и слово "нет"

он не помнит ни чинов, ни имён

и способен дотянуться до звёзд

не считая, что это сон

и упасть, опалённым звездой по имени Солнце»

- звезда по имени солнце, группа кино, 1988г

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