I love Nine through Eleven so much, but Nine will always be MY Doctor. Like my shirt says, you never forget your first Doctor <3
Please help support my other boys who wear the fleur-de-lis (my Boy Scouts) by checking out and sharing this auction.
I am a huge Saints fan and you can see more of my work here: Natalie Herman Art
I am a 14 year old girl who lives in Atlanta, so I’m not a typical fan. That being said, I am probably your biggest fan. You, the team, Sean Payton, Mr. Benson, Mr. Loomis, and everyone who works with y’all mean so much to me. Y’all have lifted me, and given me hope. After Katrina blew apart the…
Wow…Saints fan in Atlanta? Tough market! Who dat, kiddo!!
He can buy the Hornets but he can’t sign Drew Brees?
I had the urge to say the same thing, but sadly this has to do with the salary cap for the team, I think, and not with the amount of money he can personally give Drew. Cos if it was possible, I think all of the Who Dat Nation would have their checkbooks out at this point…
We were discussing homosexuality because of an allusion to it in the book we were reading, and several boys made comments such as, “That’s disgusting.” We got into the debate and eventually a boy admitted that he was terrified/disgusted when he was once sharing a taxi and the…
And I love that Wil Wheaton is the kind of man that reblogs this sort of thing.
this is what happens when you’ve only watched through the first season of st: tng and this is the most memorable thing to you for some reason and you think about it a lot even though you watched the ep like a year and a half ago and you have a weird-ass dream about wil wheaton that involves hostile pirates and international espionage and mermaids and forced blood donation and then someone leaves you alone with photoshop and the internet
I’m not gonna lie, Marge: I’m kind of prefer the reality.
Reality FTW!
EMBRACING BAD (or: 3 reasons Saints fans should be excited about 2012)
Stop.
Breathe.
This can be exciting, and here’s why:
The most embarrassing part of this? That black leather jacket… was actually a full-length trenchcoat.
Yeah. I was such a dork, I could even take something cool like that, and ruin it with an awful sweater and scarf.
Look, I know that I owned a mirror… but it’s like there wasn’t a single person in my life who would say, “You know, you may want to change your clothes…”
Because, even by 80s standards, I was an exceptionally bad dresser.
You’re way too hard on yourself. Because back when I was a little dorkling when this magazine came out, I thought you were one of the cutest boys that ever did live. I loved how you had your own unique style and were unapologetic about it. And seeing this picture now, I am not embarrassed for you because I am too busy recovering from being a little teeny-bopper with a crush on you all over again. :)
