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Life and the Little Things

The place where all my interests collide
May 20 '13

ohmysupernatural:

X

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May 20 '13

The dividing lines in superwholock

  • Doctor who: lets try to understand this beautiful misunderstood creature.
  • Sherlock: lets figure out this creepy bastard.
  • Supernatural: lets shoot this fugly son of a bitch.

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May 20 '13

(Source: besthunters)

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May 20 '13
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.”

28,651 notes (via sherlocks-tardis-blue-scarf & prends-la-vie-comme-elle-vient)

May 20 '13

horanjays:

thewholockiansareinthetardis:

everhaynes:

omg no fucking way

you guys don’t have red skins or bubble o’bills or minties?

and tim tams or tiny teddies or milo?

and fairy bread or caramello koalas or crunchies or cherry ripes or WIZZ FIZZES?

HOW DO YOU LIVE OHMYGOD.

YOU’VE ALL BEEN HIDING UNDER A ROCK.

i feel like someone just shouted gibberish at me then got upset when i didn’t understand

straya

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May 19 '13

I just drank expired milk…

I feel gross.

Tags: personal

May 19 '13

screenburned:

the five stages of grief

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May 19 '13

(Source: winchesterland)

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May 19 '13

daysofstorm:

helens78:

zillah975:

goldenorbrokenorlost:

jacobtheloofah:

butterfly-zombie:

meow—lex:

proletarianinstinct:

batlesbo:

airspaniel:

This is literally breathtaking.

My friend just sent this to me… wow. Watch until the end.

Jesus Christ

Nothing makes sense anymore

holy shit.

Oh my god.

Wow. Wow.

Wow. I literally have tears in my eyes, that was spectacular.

This exact act was part of Amaluna when I went to see it earlier this year, and I swear, I have never heard an audience so quiet in my LIFE. I remember thinking at the time, too, that I had never imagined an audience holding its collective breath to see if someone could keep a stack of things balanced that way before, but the audience reactions were very much like the ones in this video. It was amazing.

holy mother of god that is amazing.

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May 19 '13

Yahoo you have made a powerful enemy

sixhundrethfloor:

themasterslover:

ladyroscoe:

the-rise-of-misha:

We don’t like your presence,
Everyone on tumblr

*Whistles for hellhounds*

*hellhounds appear and tear the shit out of yahoo company members* 

*moon moon shows up, trips upon arrival and misses the whole thing*

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May 19 '13

(Source: toolatetofallinlove)

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May 19 '13

foodtrucker:

i’m in a ton of mutual follows with super cool people that I never talk to

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May 19 '13

luphphy:

caraknightley:

i hate when people touch me and then when i tell them not to touch me they get rude

or even worse when they think you’re joking and keep touching you for fun

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May 19 '13

doctorbaggins:

My aunt met someone at her store who worked on the set of The Avengers and he told her about how RDJ and Tom Hiddleston were always pranking each other on set and how Robert and Tom were doing a scene together and Robert couldn’t stay still in his Iron Man suit because he was feeling really uncomfortable so they had to take a break and during break Tom walked up to Robert and said, “It’s called itching powder”, took a sip of his water, and walked away. 

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May 19 '13
vriska-serkitty: alfredfkirkland: my-stereo-heart-beats-for-you: we-must-reinvent-love: sam-is-not-amoosed: antisociallysplendid: hearteater-rainbowwolf: sam-is-not-amoosed: bowtiesdearwatson: we-must-reinvent-love: damn. Accurate. Save room for the SPN Fandom. Next week’s gonna blow… The ceiling looks spacey enough GET OUT After tonight: I SHOULDN’T BE CRYING BECAUSE OF THIS

vriska-serkitty:

alfredfkirkland:

my-stereo-heart-beats-for-you:

we-must-reinvent-love:

sam-is-not-amoosed:

antisociallysplendid:

hearteater-rainbowwolf:

sam-is-not-amoosed:

bowtiesdearwatson:

we-must-reinvent-love:

damn.

Accurate.

Save room for the SPN Fandom. Next week’s gonna blow…

The ceiling looks spacey enough

GET OUT

After tonight:

I SHOULDN’T BE CRYING BECAUSE OF THIS

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