We're all mad here
How do you get a Linzee? You add approximately one and a half pounds of Nathan Young, a quarter pound of Stitch. Mix in liberal amounts of the Doctor and a dash of Donna Noble in a cake pan. Once thoroughly combined, stir in a half pound of Castiel, and bake until flaky. Sprinkle with photography, insanity, and creativity. Serve warm.
Be warned: This creation has walked into Mordor, criticized Voldemort, had tea with Moriarity, played strip poker with Lucifer, stared down a Weeping Angel, and has been bred by the greatest rock hits from the 60s to the 90s.
Second warning: This is a very un-quality blog, filled with hipster photography, reblogs, and spoilers. Lots and lots of spoilers
Third warning: I bite.
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OH MY.
YES.
YES.
YES.
Since the quote seemed so outlandish and stupid, I had to google for the source. It’s fucking legit. Hahaha oh my god, it’s so legit.
wait he LITERALLY said that? jesus fucking christ.
I stick with the theory that Rickman is a closet homosexual.
Jussayin’.
Oh god look at him.
He is totally gay himself.
Why is this person even on the internet.
The internet is a nice place.
(via tessaroni)
Imagine coming across this one day.
On a totally normal, slightly bored walk in the woods.
Turning around the bend and seeing this.
Just imagine.
i’m not even a massive doctor who fan and this broke my heart
this like seeing hogwarts as a ruin (and not being a muggle, so you know it’s really a ruin)
or seeing 221b being rented out by some horrible college kids partying and being loud
or the impala being crushed and useless (wait, i’m not up-to-date with supernatural atm, but didn’t something bad actually happen to the impala? fuck that show is just heart-break central)
But imagine going to it. Letting your hands move across the paint, disrupting the plants around it and then
click
The door opens.
You’re walking through the woods on a wonderful day, when you turn around a corner and see something that makes your heart stop. Thoughts, memories, images flood your head, and you think over and over, No no no, it can’t be. It’s just a show, right? It can’t be. You don’t even realize it as you walk up to it, and you cautiously lay your hand on it.
When it actually comes in contact with the wood, your eyes widen. Oh my god. It’s here. It’s real. I’m not imagining it. but then you realize something else. It looks…sad. Worn down. As if it hadn’t moved in years. Tears fill your eyes. Oh, Doctor. Where are you?? What happened?? Your head leans on the door as you close your eyes, trying to keep yourself from crying. It’s so stupid, but…
You aren’t able to finish that thought. You hear a soft click, and the door opens, causing you to stumble forward. A pair of shoes enter your line of vision. You slowly look up, seeing slacks next, then a jacket over a button up shirt, a bow tie, and then…it’s him.
Your hand covers your mouth as your eyes widen, everything hitting you at once. Oh my god it’s him. Its him it’s him it’s him. Oh god everything was real. The angels, cybermen, daleks, oh god Rose and Martha and Donna and Amy and Rory, and Jack and oh god if Jacks real then Torchwood and Ianto and oh god. You don’t even realize youve just said all that out loud as he sets his hands on your shoulders. “Are you alright?? What you were saying…how did you know that??”
You are full on crying now, tears running down your cheeks, and you can’t help when you embrace him. “Oh my god it’s you and your real and you’ve saved Earth and everyone so many times and I can’t believe it and just thank you and Im sorry for all the bad stuff that happens.” He awkwardly hugs you back before you pull away and wipe at your face with your sleeve. “Uhm, sorry f-for that. It just, uhm…” you don’t know how to explain it. How important he is to you, how many amazing people you’ve met because of him, how much he inspires you, how much you look up to him. Heck, you’re probably insane right now.
The Doctor just looks at you for a moment before grabbing your hand and pulling you inside. Your eyes widen as you stare at the bright room and, “Oh god it’s bigger on the inside.”
He grins like a child when he hears that. “I love it when they say that!” He flits about the room as you stand there, wringing your hands out, knees shaking as you stare wide eyed at everything.
“Now!” he exclaims. “How would you,” he points at you, excited. “like to come for an adventure?”
You can’t get the words out fast enough. “Yes. Please, take me.”
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worst possible time to find out about your superpowers
Oh my GOD
HOLY MOTHER OF CHRIST WHAT DID I JUST WITNESS
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Sherlock’s executive producer Steven Moffat has promised fans that the climax to the glossy detective drama’s third series will leave them “just as frustrated as ever they were.”
Speaking at the Bafta Craft awards held last weekend, the writer admitted that he and co-writer Mark Gatiss had already penned an ingenious conclusion to the eagerly-awaited third season of the show. He said: “We’ve had our meeting, we’ve decided what we’re doing and how we’re going to approach it, and I think we’ve got a climax to the next series that will have people just as frustrated as they ever were.”
Moffat also said that Sherlock’s faux-demise at the end of series two would likely go down as one of the most cunning in history when its method is revealed to fans. “We know what we’re doing. If Sherlock Holmes is going to fake his own death, it better be the best faked death of all time. I think it’s pretty good,” he said.
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- moffat: no, mum, I didn't break the vase.
- mum: who did it then?
- moffat: outside the window there was a butterfly and the butterfly flew past the window and our canary saw it and squeaked and the goldfish hit the tank and the cat was interested in the goldfish because the cat is hungry...
- mum: so the cat knocked over the vase?
- moffat: or did he?
- mum: steven--
- moffat: I guess you'll have to wait till next season.
- *flies away, cackling madly*
Religion and Gay Marriage (x)
John Green is one of my heroes
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godDAMMIT IVA OH MY GOD
- expectations of summer: going to the beach every day, water fights, parties, random day trips, barbecues
- reality of summer: moving your laptop so that the sunlight doesn't reflect on the screen when you're trying to blog
I think my blog exists pretty much just to document the slow but sure degeneration of my psychological state
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guys remember when Lemony Snicket filled an entire page with evers?
I do.
Who cares about the page filled with evers? Lemony Snicket just made two whole pages black.
He don’t give a shit.
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The Flying Dutchman is one of us.
he knows all of our feels
omfg^
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