Get money Die young {x}

If Yahoo actually takes a second to look at Tumblr, maybe they’ll realize they’re just buying a bunch of porn

immortal-complexity:

the-alchemist-ed:

think twice Yahoo—

think. twice.

For the love of God, signal boost this if possible.

castiel-counts-deans-freckles:

princessofallasgard:

Tumblr: A summary

the misha one is perfectly timed though.

Tom Hiddleston outside ITV Studios

10-roses:

thedancinggallifreyan:

littlelionheartedqueen:

if the tardis is infinite with infinite rooms then maybe we’re all in the tardis and don’t even know it

MAYBE OUR ENTIRE UNIVERSE IS ONE ROOM IN THE TARDIS

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.”

imagine-the-fantastic-foursome:

canyouphilme:

hattipillar:

Oh dear Phil…

reblogging again because of that picture

sherlockspeare:

A Wild Dancing John appears in Buckingham Palace.

babyklupcakes:

this is one of the many times when i wonder why i’m allowed near photoshop

yes sherlock gets two for twice the insanity

guardianhiccup:

brave-frozen-dragons:

Astrid and Hiccup,this is actually amazing. 

source

g-y-p-s-y-h-e-a-r-t-s:

myeightcents:

biberoni:

heartoffire:

mylittleferret:

manndyy:

erasemeezy:

I’ve honestly never laughed at anything this hard in my entire life. I’m crying.

OH DEAR GOD WHAT WHAT SHIT

I need this on my blog again.

This is gold!

oh my god

My name is Jack Frost. How do I know that? The Moon told me so. But that was all he ever told me. And that was a long, long time ago.