jewwbear:

augustusvvaters:

My full captain america duct tape dress that I wore to school today
I would’ve made it pants but you try wearing duct tape pants okay


Damn. Wow.

jewwbear:

augustusvvaters:

My full captain america duct tape dress that I wore to school today

I would’ve made it pants but you try wearing duct tape pants okay

Damn. Wow.


zelda-and-no-no-juice:

sunnysundown:

pxlbyte:

Minimal Gaming Sword Posters

Frostmourne is best sword.

Excuse me? Master Sword, bitch.


victorianvivisection:

cocokat:

Very boring up here. 
No crimes in Heaven, apparently.
SH
—-
Met an angel called Castiel.
Was looking for a human body.
SH
—-
Have I told you about the Winchesters?
SH
—-
I miss you and your complaining horribly
SH
—-
Met Einstein! Was appalled at how little I knew about space.
SH
—-
John, your mother and father say ‘hello’.
SH
—-
I wish I could talk to you
SH
—-
God won’t let me visit Hell. 
But I’m bored. There are bound to be murders there!
SH
—-
If you end up here anytime soon I may have to kill you
SH
—-
Still missing you horribly
SH
—-
Was told you got married. “Mary Morstran”.
A woman even I might admire. Good Job.
SH
—-
People keep finding me here. Say that I solved the crimes surrounding their deaths.
Keep thanking me.
Somewhat annoying.
SH
—-
Really, John? You named your son “Sherlock”?
Someone is getting too sentimental.
I’m touched.
SH
—-
Met Mycroft. I’m not surprised he’s here a bit early.
Still as annoying as ever.
I miss when you used to punch him for me.
SH
—-
You’ve become so good at writing.
I miss you.
SH
—-
There are so many things I should have said.
Down There.
SH
—-
Sorry
SH
—-
I miss you
SH
—-
I love you.
SH
—-
Won’t you hurry up?
SH
—-
Don’t come too quickly, though.
SH
—-
Met with Mummy.
She cried. I don’t understand it.
SH
—-
I love you
SH
—-
Being an old man doesn’t suit you. 
You’re done fighting, John.
Come home.
SH
—-
Stubborn to the last, my John.
SH
—-
I love you anyway.
SH
—-
“Welcome home.”

victorianvivisection:

cocokat:

Very boring up here. 

No crimes in Heaven, apparently.

SH

—-

Met an angel called Castiel.

Was looking for a human body.

SH

—-

Have I told you about the Winchesters?

SH

—-

I miss you and your complaining horribly

SH

—-

Met Einstein! Was appalled at how little I knew about space.

SH

—-

John, your mother and father say ‘hello’.

SH

—-

I wish I could talk to you

SH

—-

God won’t let me visit Hell. 

But I’m bored. There are bound to be murders there!

SH

—-

If you end up here anytime soon I may have to kill you

SH

—-

Still missing you horribly

SH

—-

Was told you got married. “Mary Morstran”.

A woman even I might admire. Good Job.

SH

—-

People keep finding me here. Say that I solved the crimes surrounding their deaths.

Keep thanking me.

Somewhat annoying.

SH

—-

Really, John? You named your son “Sherlock”?

Someone is getting too sentimental.

I’m touched.

SH

—-

Met Mycroft. I’m not surprised he’s here a bit early.

Still as annoying as ever.

I miss when you used to punch him for me.

SH

—-

You’ve become so good at writing.

I miss you.

SH

—-

There are so many things I should have said.

Down There.

SH

—-

Sorry

SH

—-

I miss you

SH

—-

I love you.

SH

—-

Won’t you hurry up?

SH

—-

Don’t come too quickly, though.

SH

—-

Met with Mummy.

She cried. I don’t understand it.

SH

—-

I love you

SH

—-

Being an old man doesn’t suit you. 

You’re done fighting, John.

Come home.

SH

—-

Stubborn to the last, my John.

SH

—-

I love you anyway.

SH

—-

“Welcome home.”

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(Source: lizemeddings)


beben-eleben:

There once was a young boy with a very bad temper. The boy’s father wanted to teach him a lesson, so he gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper he must hammer a nail into their wooden fence.
On the first day of this lesson, the little boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. He was really mad!
Over the course of the next few weeks, the little boy began to control his temper, so the number of nails that were hammered into the fence dramatically decreased.
It wasn’t long before the little boy discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.
Then, the day finally came when the little boy didn’t lose his temper even once, and he became so proud of himself, he couldn’t wait to tell his father.
Pleased, his father suggested that he now pull out one nail for each day that he could hold his temper.
Several weeks went by and the day finally came when the young boy was able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.
Very gently, the father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.
“You have done very well, my son,” he smiled, “but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same.”
The little boy listened carefully as his father continued to speak.
“When you say things in anger, they leave permanent scars just like these. And no matter how many times you say you’re sorry, the wounds will still be there.”

beben-eleben:

There once was a young boy with a very bad temper. The boy’s father wanted to teach him a lesson, so he gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper he must hammer a nail into their wooden fence.

On the first day of this lesson, the little boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. He was really mad!

Over the course of the next few weeks, the little boy began to control his temper, so the number of nails that were hammered into the fence dramatically decreased.

It wasn’t long before the little boy discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.

Then, the day finally came when the little boy didn’t lose his temper even once, and he became so proud of himself, he couldn’t wait to tell his father.

Pleased, his father suggested that he now pull out one nail for each day that he could hold his temper.

Several weeks went by and the day finally came when the young boy was able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.

Very gently, the father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.

“You have done very well, my son,” he smiled, “but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same.”

The little boy listened carefully as his father continued to speak.

“When you say things in anger, they leave permanent scars just like these. And no matter how many times you say you’re sorry, the wounds will still be there.”


concernedresidentofbakerstreet:

schundliteratur:

llwlyn:

*tour guide voice* and if you look to your left, you can see the entire Doctor Who fandom collapsing in on itself

and on the right you see the supernatural fandom burning on the ground.

the fandom isn’t the only thing burning on the ground



Brief summary of the Doctor Who and SPN fandoms:

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK JUST HAPPENED


eddie-the-coconut-head:

tardisparkingonly:

The Doctor’s name should be Justin Time.

go home


doctorwho:

The Doctor Who 50th Anniversary Special premieres November 23, 2013

doctorwho:

The Doctor Who 50th Anniversary Special premieres November 23, 2013


oomshi:

internetexplorers:

I JUST WANT TO WRAP MYSELF UP IN A THOUSAND FLUFFY PUPPIES 

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plz anyone. i need to watch season finale of Doctor Who.

DOES ANYONE KNOW WHERE I CAN?


prouvaiiire:

awkwardvagina:

me and my girls on the way to prom

I CAN’T BE THE ONLY PERSON THAT THOUGHT OF THESE TWO

prouvaiiire:

awkwardvagina:

me and my girls on the way to prom

I CAN’T BE THE ONLY PERSON THAT THOUGHT OF THESE TWO

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