(Source: waitingforsth, via laufeysonodinson)
(Source: misteroswald, via laufeysonodinson)
- how to prepare for exams: cry
The Ponds.
(Source: rosewald, via pondsouffles)
I love how Harry just accepts that he’s a wizard, goes with a mysterious giant, walks through a brick wall to a hidden street to buy fucking magic equipment, but the one thing he can’t believe is that there’s a Platform 9 and three quarters.
(via tomhiddleston-h)
prends-la-vie-comme-elle-vient:
AsylumWaiting Room of the Big Three.it’s funny because it looks like the sherlock fandom are sane here
Sherlock bustled about the kitchen, throwing a cupboard door open and pushing aside a box of nicotine patches to retrieve two mismatched mugs. A kettle whistled plaintively in the background, like it had been trying to draw attention to itself for a while now. Setting the mugs aside, Sherlock absently pulled the kettle off the stove, poured tea into the two mugs, and carried them into the living room.
Doctor Who was sprawled over the same chair it had collapsed into last night, when it had appeared at the door muttering inanely about lost regenerations and knackered navigations systems. It made a whining noise as Sherlock tucked the shock blanket it had thrown off in the night back around its shoulders.
Supernatural was in similar straits, curled up on the floor with a throw pillow and a tattered trench coat around its shoulders and alternating between sobbing and muttering about domesticity potential.
A thudding on the stairs indicated the ruckus had finally awoke Merlin, who poked its head into the room, hair sticking up at all angels as it tied its scarf around its neck. Blinking blearily at the mess, it seemed to realize what had occurred when it picked up a discarded bow-tie from the floor, holding it between forefinger and thumb, “Is it that time already?”
“It was bad this year,” Sherlock whispered, trying not to exacerbate the already fragile fandoms under its care.
“I remember what that was like,” Merlin muttered, running a hand through its hair and pulling a cape off the nearby coat rack, “I’ll go to the store. We’re out of milk again. May as well pick up some fish fingers, custard, and salt.”
Supernatural gurgled something quietly.
“No, I won’t forget the pie.”
I SWEAR TO GOD TUMBLR NEVER FUCKING CHANGE
(via asgardian-angels)
I love how it’s bennyslegs who made that comment.
OH MY GOD I THOUGHT HE WAS NAKED I NEARLY LOST A LUNG THEN
(Source: enigmaticpenguinofdeath, via hiddles-batched)
- Misha: *breathes*
- Jensen: *runs to nearest club*
- Jensen: *grabs microphone*
- Jensen: HEY DID YOU GIYS HEAR THAT FUNNY THING MISHA JUST DID? I WAS LAUGHING FOR 30 MINUTES STRAIGHT AHAHAHA
i was reading a list of pancake flavors at this restaurant and one was buttermilk chocochip and i read it as benedict cumberbatch
(via toomanylokifeels)
(Source: coulsette, via hiddles-batched)
do animals think in english or in the sounds they make
this is what yahoo paid $1.1 billion for
(via hiddles-batched)
#SEE THIS#THIS IS THE MOMENT I ASKED JULIE ABOUT AT VANCON #I WAS BASICALLY LIKE #’COULD YOU SEE THE BIG FAT CRUSH THEY HAD ON EACH OTHER?’ #AND SHE SAID THEY WERE LIKE CHILDREN #CONSTANTLY HITTING AND KICKING EACH OTHER #AND THAT THE NEXT TIME SHE CAME TO TOWN #GEN CALLED HER UP TO GET DRINKS AND WAS LIKE #’JULIE THERE’S THIS GUY…’ #AND THAT GUY WAS JARED #VOMITING RAINBOWS #DON’T MIND ME#THIS RIGHT HERE #THIS PLAYFUL FLIRTING #MADE A BABY #JUST TO REMIND YA’LL
(Source: pzeiko-archive, via doitlikedowney)
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