lovelydestiel:

brothersintheimpala:

99problemsbutabuttaint1:

that-sarah-is-such-a-cumberbitch:

221cbakerstreet:

atomicblonde:

gunsandhugs:

Winchesters’ Thrift Shop (by deirdrecee)

I CANT STOP LAUGHIGN THIS IS THE GREATEST THING EVER 

HOLY FUCKING SHIT I ADMIT I WAS DOUBTFUL THAT THIS WAS POSSIBLE WHEN I CLICKED PLAY, BUT NO, IT’S EVERYTHING AWESOME AND MORE.

yes I like it

Had to stop after 30 seconds

laughing way too hard

AWESOME!

Damn that’s a cold ass honkey

I’m actually dying of laughter right now OH MY GOD

omg that was way better than i thought xDD

castiel-is-wonderful:

sionainnlindsay:

castiel-is-wonderful:

WAIT HOLD THE FUCK UP

IS ‘MRS’ JUST MR’S 

LIKE BELONGING TO MR

OMG

Mr comes from the French monsieur, which I think literally translates as ‘my lord’ and basically just means master, and Mrs comes from maistre which is the feminine form of master, so actually—for once—no.

This was an extremely relevant comment and I thank you for educating me 

fuzzydefiance:

Teen Wolf - Team Human

So now when you do Alt + Reblog, the reblog symbol turns green, “explodes” and then disappears.

theshelbylife:

incestuous-lesbianponies:

laurarw:

I THOUGHT THIS WAS KIDDING SOGMLASG

HOLY SHIT

llamallamanewt:

canyousonicme:

melodyoswinpond:

She will be amazing.

River Song’s timeline (so far), in pictures.

I’m really glad someone figured this out and put it in order. =)

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

Headcanon accepted

fuckitfireeverything:

IT WAS JUST SUPPOSED TO BE A STUPID CHEESY SHOW ABOUT TEENAGE WEREWOLVES.

piercingsandink:

masslyeffective:

spangledmystars:

I can’t click my reblog button hard enough

It’s not just the ladies who get insecure, it’s all of us.  It’s a human trait, yo.

reblog this everytime i see it. soooo cute!

hc-svnt-dracones:

I feel like they could remake that whole movie from Chekov’s point of view.

The title would be THIS IS NOT MY JOB! and it would just be two hours of Chekov running around the warp core with his little goggles as everything goes to shit all around him.