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28. In New Orleans. Anglophile. Aesthete. Animal-lover. Demisexual pansexual. Obsessed with television, movies, books, and music.

One week ‘til my birthday the countdown has beguuuuuuuun.  (I have to find joy in the little things guys)

misha7collins:

@mishacollins: August 1, 2014, is a critical day.. (Happy birthday, mom!) Now for the rest of you: Let’s get washed up for the orgy! pic.twitter.com/xqTrTf3yDi

misha7collins:

@mishacollins: August 1, 2014, is a critical day.. (Happy birthday, mom!) Now for the rest of you: Let’s get washed up for the orgy! pic.twitter.com/xqTrTf3yDi

this is it the   A P O C A L Y P S E 

sammyinthespookytardis:

swagolasthranduilion:

courf-feyracs:

boys are the stupidest fucking things ever i want ten

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slow clap for the doctor who fandom

zumbadorcito:


John savored the rich chocolate shake that coated his parched throat. He was sore all over, banged up, and he needed to find an excuse to tell his mother about his peepers being broken… again.
"That was one Hell of a bash you ended Watson."
John didn’t bother jumping anymore as Sherlock made himself comfortable in their booth. But he did slide his arm up to cover his neck.
"Be happy that I’m too tired to deal with you flutter bum." John said.
"Someone’s a bit salty.” Sherlock countered, gleaming his canines. John was more than sure he meant his attitude, but he did tighten his hand a little bit more.

My gift for SarahCat1717 for Exchangelock. I had meant to get this out earlier, but I had been dealing with personal issues that my giftee was made aware of, and I finally got this out in the nick of time. In some weird dyslexic moment at 1 in the morning I read her AU preferences as ‘Vamp!Greaserlock, Alternate Professions’ so this happened: A 50’s style Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU. I really want to write this fic. I hope you like it giftee!

zumbadorcito:

John savored the rich chocolate shake that coated his parched throat. He was sore all over, banged up, and he needed to find an excuse to tell his mother about his peepers being broken… again.

"That was one Hell of a bash you ended Watson."

John didn’t bother jumping anymore as Sherlock made himself comfortable in their booth. But he did slide his arm up to cover his neck.

"Be happy that I’m too tired to deal with you flutter bum." John said.

"Someone’s a bit salty.” Sherlock countered, gleaming his canines. John was more than sure he meant his attitude, but he did tighten his hand a little bit more.

My gift for SarahCat1717 for Exchangelock. I had meant to get this out earlier, but I had been dealing with personal issues that my giftee was made aware of, and I finally got this out in the nick of time. In some weird dyslexic moment at 1 in the morning I read her AU preferences as ‘Vamp!Greaserlock, Alternate Professions’ so this happened: A 50’s style Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU. I really want to write this fic. I hope you like it giftee!

timelordgifs:

I just want you to know, there are worlds out there, safe in the sky because of her. That there are people living in the light, and singing songs of Donna Noble. A thousand, million light years away. They will never forget her — while she can never remember. … But for one moment… one shining moment… she was the most important woman in the whole wide universe.

nesbola:

Actually, there is a word for that. It’s "love".