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the-absolute-best-gifs:


I am not joking, I cannot stop laughing right now x’D
This post has been featured on a 1000notes.com blog.

the-absolute-best-gifs:

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I am not joking, I cannot stop laughing right now x’D

This post has been featured on a 1000notes.com blog.

(Source: daenerysstubborn)

takhisis:

death-or-exile:

WOW I AM ESPECIALLY IMPRESSED WITH THE MR. FREEZE EYES

Very impressive

(Source: fuckyeahihaveagazebo, via cold-grotesque-granite)

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.”

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.”

(via cold-grotesque-granite)

vanitas-kiryuu:

fire-salamander-dragneel:

Well shit, now i have to go all the way back up to reblog it…

Actually, kind of made me feel better about myself

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“A Poem for the Fandoms”

goodbooksgoodcrafts:

Merlin is over

And Hogwarts is too

Sam and Dean’s battle

Is almost through

Donna is gone

The Ponds are as well

John is sad

Because Sherlock fell

In case you were having

A good sort-of day

I wrote you this poem

To chase it away.

(Source: a-life-in-the-clouds, via wingseven)

darkpancakelord:

deckster:

REBLOG: go to your blog and click the egg to see what hatches

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I got Sonic the Hedgehog.

Sonic the fucking Hedgehog.


Maybe I cracked the egg too fast.

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thernediocregatsby:

darkfather-ihavesinned:

stfunadeen:

hisan-na:


orientaltiger:
Fill your heart with secrets but the only way to read them is if you break your heart. 

i will forever reblog this

i need me one of these.

OMG I WANT ONE

i think every couple should get one and fill it with the little things they love about each other. and then if they’re fighting throw it at a wall and read all the little things that come out and hopefully that will remind them to love again. 

thernediocregatsby:

darkfather-ihavesinned:

stfunadeen:

hisan-na:

orientaltiger:

Fill your heart with secrets but the only way to read them is if you break your heart. 

i will forever reblog this

i need me one of these.

OMG I WANT ONE

i think every couple should get one and fill it with the little things they love about each other. and then if they’re fighting throw it at a wall and read all the little things that come out and hopefully that will remind them to love again. 

(via mrsfieldingg)

gentlyriseandsoftlycall:

creating-a-monster:

kawaiilatios:

twofingerswhiskey:

nightmarebc:

satanhasclaimedthisblog:

anewwhovian:

Okay so, the Doctor is from out of space but does he only breathe oxygen like everyone else? Does Gallifrey have an atmosphere like Earth’s? Because I’d never thought about it before now but he seems to be struggling just as much as everyone else and he does seem to have the same basic anatomy as a human, other than the two hearts. 
Anyone care to answer?

Gallifrey’s atmosphere is 77% Nitrogen, 21% Oxygen and 2% other, which means that it’s similar to Earth’s atmosphere, but it’s a bit thinner. The Doctor needs oxygen as well, but Time Lords have a raspiratory bypass system that allows them to go without breathing for a longer time span than humans.

Most fandoms have some pretty deep canon. The Doctor Who fandom can tell you the concentrations of gas in the atmosphere of the home planet of the main character.

This also means that Earth’s atmosphere gets the Doctor high, because it has double (or triple, I can’t do math, forgive me) the oxygen of Gallifrey. Obviously the TARDIS has an Earth-like oxygen level inside of it, which can explain why he’s so bloody hyper all the time.

I thought it was because he was British

I thought it was because he was British

I thought it was because he was British

gentlyriseandsoftlycall:

creating-a-monster:

kawaiilatios:

twofingerswhiskey:

nightmarebc:

satanhasclaimedthisblog:

anewwhovian:

Okay so, the Doctor is from out of space but does he only breathe oxygen like everyone else? Does Gallifrey have an atmosphere like Earth’s? Because I’d never thought about it before now but he seems to be struggling just as much as everyone else and he does seem to have the same basic anatomy as a human, other than the two hearts. 

Anyone care to answer?

Gallifrey’s atmosphere is 77% Nitrogen, 21% Oxygen and 2% other, which means that it’s similar to Earth’s atmosphere, but it’s a bit thinner.
The Doctor needs oxygen as well, but Time Lords have a raspiratory bypass system that allows them to go without breathing for a longer time span than humans.

Most fandoms have some pretty deep canon. The Doctor Who fandom can tell you the concentrations of gas in the atmosphere of the home planet of the main character.

This also means that Earth’s atmosphere gets the Doctor high, because it has double (or triple, I can’t do math, forgive me) the oxygen of Gallifrey. Obviously the TARDIS has an Earth-like oxygen level inside of it, which can explain why he’s so bloody hyper all the time.

I thought it was because he was British

I thought it was because he was British

I thought it was because he was British

(via mrsfieldingg)

thebookofthebraindead:

consulted-moriarty:

bmoisalivingboy:

ishimaruu:

ITS A FUCKING IKEA ADVERT BUT JUST WATCH IT

GUYS YOU HAVE TO WATCH IT I LITTERALY SPAT ON THE COMPUTER SCREEN 

THERE BETTER BE REACTION GIFS OF THESE BY TOMORROW

THE FCUK DID I JUST WATHC

this speaks to me on a spiritual level

(via wingseven)