24 5 / 2013

keep-calm-and-carry-on-believing:

cutiebatch:

ponymagus:

sheepful:

ok so I was messing with Doomsday and I sped it up 200%

and it turned into a happy folksong????

i don’t

how

it’s so catchy

oh my god

image

download please?!

(via chucknorrispotato394)

23 5 / 2013

larrysshowersthatarebritish:

opening-a-shop:

nowealth-noruin:

serverussnape-always:

  • Is that John Green
  • Is it meaningful or is BBC just too cheap to buy other props
  • Sherlock fandom u ok
  • Can you spot the vegan
  • Was that a hipster post or Doctor Who
  • Is it night bloggers or just the Australians

Hardmode:

  • Is it the Australian night bloggers

The new nerve wrecking

  • Did I or did I not press anon
  • Are they mad or just too busy to reply

Also Commonly Used:

  • is this a fic yet or

In certain fandoms*cough*supernatural*cough*:

  • is this the actual script or just the fandom trolling

(via another-lost-demigod)

23 5 / 2013

craplos:

ladies. be careful when u wear spaghetti straps. it might distract the boys. they’ll start thinking of spaghetti. they will get hungry. they will stop at nothing to get their spaghetti.

(via another-lost-demigod)

23 5 / 2013

23 5 / 2013

jackhawksmoor:

22drunkb:

dottewa:

scaredycas:

If cas ate all the purgatory souls does that mean that Benny was in cas at some point

This is a joke but at the same time I was actually sure this was why they didn’t like each other.

Oh, awkward.

SOMEONE NEEDS TO ASK THIS AT A CON JUST TO GET THE LOOK ON MISHA/ TY’S FACES

(via assbutt-in-the-garrison)

22 5 / 2013

roleplayingconfessionsfromrpers:



I’ve realized that since I’ve RPed, my characters bring out a part of me that I’ve never known about, and I love every moment of it.

roleplayingconfessionsfromrpers:

I’ve realized that since I’ve RPed, my characters bring out a part of me that I’ve never known about, and I love every moment of it.

(via blackamber1331)

21 5 / 2013

Hey so if we have a mutual follow goin on, feel free to ask for my 

  • cellular number
  • snapchat
  • twitter
  • facebook
  • skype
  • email
  • facetime
  • first born

you know, anything you want

(Source: jo--harvelle, via somethingsherlockish)

21 5 / 2013

deanlefthumanity:

I’m not quite sure what flawlessness I’m watching, I only know that I forgot to breathe through the entire video. 

(Source: youtube.com, via assbutt-in-the-garrison)

21 5 / 2013

waywardangelsandhunters:

supermerwholocked:

a-cumberbatch-of-cookies:

cloudwatchingangels:

fionapondwilliams:

prends-la-vie-comme-elle-vient:

Asylum Waiting 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

It got better!

SUPERWHOMERLINLOCK!!!!!!!!!!

waywardangelsandhunters:

supermerwholocked:

a-cumberbatch-of-cookies:

cloudwatchingangels:

fionapondwilliams:

prends-la-vie-comme-elle-vient:

Asylum Waiting 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

It got better!

SUPERWHOMERLINLOCK!!!!!!!!!!

(via assbutt-in-the-garrison)

21 5 / 2013

image

“Challenge accepted!” —SPN fandom.

omg this is still going

IT’S A RULE TO REBLOG EVERY TIME IT SHOWS UP ON YOUR DASH.

i’m not even in the supernatural fandom and i’m still going to reblog

lost count of the times i’ve reblogged this

(Source: onlyfagshavethisurl, via another-lost-demigod)