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tifferini:

Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D - Official Trailer (x)
tifferini:

Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D - Official Trailer (x)

tifferini:

Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D - Official Trailer (x)

(via thestarsgowaltzingout)

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
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
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
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

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

(via paperpeopleinpapertowns)

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!

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!

(via illneverletgololjk)

pizza:

pizza:

the yahoo staff are being scary

they apologized

pizza:

pizza:

the yahoo staff are being scary

they apologized

(via illneverletgololjk)

violet-klaus-sunny:



Thorin: Why are you crying?
Kili: I had the worst nightmare in all my life!
Thorin: And why is Fili crying too?
Fili: Because Kili told me his nightmare and it was horrible!
Thorin to Kili: What have you dreamed?
Kili: I dreamed you stopped loving us.
Thorin: It was just a nightmare. You know I will always love you. You two are my heart and my soul.


I can’t find the source for this, but I love the one who makes these!

violet-klaus-sunny:

Thorin: Why are you crying?

Kili: I had the worst nightmare in all my life!

Thorin: And why is Fili crying too?

Fili: Because Kili told me his nightmare and it was horrible!

Thorin to Kili: What have you dreamed?

Kili: I dreamed you stopped loving us.

Thorin: It was just a nightmare. You know I will always love you. You two are my heart and my soul.

I can’t find the source for this, but I love the one who makes these!

(via kingandhisnephews)

thorinkingoferebor:

House of Durin
thorinkingoferebor:

House of Durin
thorinkingoferebor:

House of Durin
thorinkingoferebor:

House of Durin
thorinkingoferebor:

House of Durin
thorinkingoferebor:

House of Durin

thorinkingoferebor:

House of Durin

(via kingandhisnephews)

allaboardthekevintran:

    #YOU KNOW WHAT THOUGH #THIS IS THE FIRST TIME SOMEONE’S TOUCHED HIM WITH GENUINE AFFECTION AND NO VIOLENCE IN FORTY FUCKING YEARS #NO WONDER HE FUCKING CLINGS TO BOBBY LIKE THAT #NO WONDER HE MAKES THAT FACE #I JUST CAN’T

allaboardthekevintran:

(via oswiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin)

whentherestrouble:

castlecoffee13:

deerpong:

What was the original purpose of this website

It was a place made for hipsters, but everything changed when the fandoms attacked.

image

(via illneverletgololjk)

(via tresbellemichelle)

(via kasienkanikki)

cumber-porn:

phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess:


[x]

…well, if this isn’t the greatest metaphor for Fandoms on Day One of a Hiatus…

hahahaha!
cumber-porn:

phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess:


[x]

…well, if this isn’t the greatest metaphor for Fandoms on Day One of a Hiatus…

hahahaha!

cumber-porn:

phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess:

[x]

…well, if this isn’t the greatest metaphor for Fandoms on Day One of a Hiatus…

hahahaha!

(via causeitswhatjesuswouldfreakingdo)

bludgertothehead:

but why do famous people get things for free if they’re the ones that can afford it 

(via oswiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin)

hvit-ravn:


Anonymous asked: Could you draw more Thorin and his “Stupid Nephews” moments??

goodbye food…

hvit-ravn:

goodbye food…

(via kingandhisnephews)


BTVS characters: Rupert Giles

BTVS characters: Rupert Giles

BTVS characters: Rupert Giles

BTVS characters: Rupert Giles

BTVS characters: Rupert Giles

BTVS characters: Rupert Giles

BTVS characters: Rupert Giles

BTVS characters: Rupert Giles

BTVS characters: Rupert Giles

BTVS characters: Rupert Giles

(via goingtohogwartsinatardis)