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May 21, 2013
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[x] [x] 

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May 21, 2013
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busy-fangirling-dont-disturb:

i-learned-it-from-the-pizzaman:

Doctor who: YO MAMA SO FAT THE ADIPOSE CONSIDER HER A NATURAL RESOURCE

Supernatural: YO MAMA SO FAT SHES STILL ALIVE ONLY CUZ AZAZEL COULDN’T PUT HER ON THE CEILING

Harry Potter - YO MAMA SO FAT HER PATRONUS IS A CAKE

Sherlock - YOUR MOTHER IS OVERWEIGHT

*spats food all over the laptop*

(via doodlesxd)

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May 21, 2013
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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

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

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May 21, 2013
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You know what, Sherlock Holmes? 
I look at you now and I can read you. 
And you repel me.

(Source: teahigh, via moriarty-is-our-king)

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May 21, 2013
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charlottedsweb:

ewelock:

itmightpossiblybetimeformiracles:

purple-monkey-dish-washer:

hi-john-im-alive:

useyourwandbro:

dives-and-divas:

I need a moment to process this

I just dropped my spoon

my mom found me

on the floor

in a fetal position

due to this post

*HYPERVENTILATING*

SCREAMING

ITS HERE

After our long hiatus, we finally have a date. We actually have an honest-to-god showing date.

EVERYONE CALM DOWN

/WILHELM SCREAM/

THIS IS THE DAY BEFORE MY BIRTHDAY. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO FUCKING ME.

(via oursweeetuniverse)

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May 21, 2013
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 Shoutout to the hate-anon who lives in Annapolis, Maryland. What’s up? How are you? I notice that you are on an Acer Aspire V5-571P-6499 Touchscreen laptop (quite a nice one, better then mine). I hope your having a good time telling me to kill myself. Don’t fucking mess with me you wad of shit.

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May 21, 2013
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I find it kind of remarkable that if I wanted to, I could find out where all of you live. 

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May 21, 2013
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“Y’all know the story behind that? The official story. We have a lot of low hanging things on set. For instance, the trailers, when the awning comes out, the little hitch - some of us are tall and we’ll run head first into them. And so in order to remind ourselves not to run into things, ‘cause often times we’re going inside like reading lines, we start hanging ducks. So we’d see them and think, “duck!” And so as the amount of places grew that we needed to duck but the ducks were not multiplying as real ducks do, which I’ll explain later, we needed more ducks. We didn’t need that many ducks! I think we needed like three more ducks, now there’s a small duck army.”

(via ascendingintonachos)

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May 21, 2013
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gallifrey-feels:

underutilized-nerdgirl:

im-an-angel-you-asshat:

Agent Coulson has taught me that if you deny a character death completely, that character will come back. 

Gabriel

Sherlock fandom. 1903. That is all.

(via jimfinite-moriparty)

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May 21, 2013
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Reblog if you respect Moffat.

lockedin221b:

itsnotfiftyitsfive0:

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#YOU CAN JOKE ABOUT STUFF #BUT THERE’S A POINT WHERE YOU DRAW THE LINE #A LARGE NUMBER OF PEOPLE NEVER DREW THAT LINE #HOPE THEY’RE PROUD OF THEMSELVES (via trebletea)

(Source: doctorhiddles, via ascendingintonachos)

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May 20, 2013
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tssssf:

yourlifesnolongerempty:

the-fantastic-doctor-nine:

GUyS I AM DYING SOMeONE SEND HELP

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I HAVE NEVER HIT THE REBLOG BUTTON SO FAST IN MY LIFE

IM PISSING MYSELF

(via tea-and-scones-and-a-hot-shag)

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May 20, 2013
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Today is singles week. If you’re single reblog this and who ever inboxes you a ‘♥’ want to change that

sodamnrelatable:

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(Source: illestfuckk, via theperksofbeingaclotpole221b)

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May 19, 2013

Anonymous asked: I feel like youre the product of a Sheriarty ship. You are their child.

Am I now?

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May 19, 2013
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miss-nerdgasmz:

What ship do you think I’m the child of?

#oH FUCKING YES #PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE I’M SO CURIOUS #CROSSOVERS COUNT BTW LIKE IT DOESN’T HAVE TO BE A STANDARD SHIP OR ANYTHING#WHICHEVER PEOPLE YOU THINK MADE ME

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May 19, 2013
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Promo because I reached my follower goal!

forthewinoswin:

  • first 50 to reblog
  • no likes 
  • mbf me
  • lists of ten
  • favorites bolded
  • fandom blogs only