thosefuckingangels:

tanksloubear:

but actually plaid button up shirts with the sleeves rolled to the elbows are universally attractive

 #sam get off tumblr

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a-cumberbatch-of-cookies:

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.”

I SWEAR TO GOD TUMBLR NEVER FUCKING CHANGE

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theshelbylife:

incestuous-lesbianponies:

laurarw:

I THOUGHT THIS WAS KIDDING SOGMLASG

HOLY SHIT

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jaredsadalecki:

Reblog if you’re a superwholock, and then check your ask later.

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thecaseoftheabsentwriter:

We’re gonna talk to Yahoo, and Yahoo’s gonna kill itself.

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staff:

Everyone, I’m elated to tell you that Tumblr will be joining Yahoo.

Before touching on how awesome this is, let me try to allay any concerns: We’re not turning purple. Our headquarters isn’t moving. Our team isn’t changing. Our roadmap isn’t changing. And our mission – to empower creators to…

skateon-and-keepcalm:

sexcouture:

mymymycroft:

catch-thecumbersnitch:

shut-up-merlin:

laughingsquid:

Where they make the Tumblr

LOOK AT THE GUY ON THE COUCH ON THE RIGHT

the guy on the right is the epitome of tumblr he probably did that at his job interview and theyre like youre hired

ANYONE ELSE NOTICED THE DOG GUYS THEY HAVE A DOG

I feel like my blog is a disgrace if i dont reblog this

I bet the lounge room have like Mean Girls playing & someone serving them Starbucks

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himynameissamijane:

plund3rbunny:

OMG NEED

Actually have the Nightmare before Christmas one hanging on are wall already, thanks to wonderful friends

but the rest of them

NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED

If anyone ever wants to buy me something, the Cinderella one please and thank you

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thecouscousqueen:

disneybombshell:

YOU DON’T KNOW HOW LONG I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS, BLESS YOUR SOUL OP

brown girl power

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questionromanova:

sillyarms:

marththebland:

vagiqua:

Rule #1 of Tumblr:

you must reblog our creator whenever he comes up on your dash

david karp looks through the notes of this post, puts all the urls he sees onto the safe list, then deletes the rest of the blogs. reblogging this post is like when the jews put the lamb’s blood on their doorposts so the angel of death wouldn’t kill their firstborns.

Must reblog for that comment

That comment, my God.. 

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