the-arcane-lombax:

forever-pretty-awkward:

jackfrostswhore:

so-relatable:

1. Augustus Gloop is gluttony.

He’s either eating or thinking about eating. And his name rhymes with poop.

2. Veruca Salt is greed.

She’s a spoiled brat who always wants more.

3. Violet Beauregarde is pride.

She’s always boasting.

4. Mike Teavee is sloth.

He sits and watches TV all the time. His name is also Teavee aka TV

5. Grandpa Joe is envy.

He wants what Wonka has (the factory) and Charlie has (the ticket).

6. Charlie is lust.

Not the kind you normally think of, but the intense desire.

7. … and Wonka is wrath.

He punishes everyone for their flaws.

my life is over now

My mind is blown

And there goes my sanity

andratien:

supernatural-addicted:

lapfulofmisha:

someblokecalledrichbrook:

so far Tumblr is obsessed with: 

• A genocidal, time-travelling alien
• A sociopathic detective 
• An insane, mass-murdering god of mischief
• A manipulative cannibal 
• Two monster-hunting serial killers

welcome to tumblr  

Don’t forget the gay angel

This is so accurate I want to cry

don’t forget satan. we love us some satan.

merlinisahuntingdetective:

damnthosewinchesterboys:

NO NO NO NO

WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT

combusticate:

a new york

time’s

best selling

author

yep

he’s famous

so proper and well behaved

john green everybody.

that’s john green.

sadfries:

theonewhosawitall:

tennanttardisgirl:

forgetfuldonna:

imagine if

after donna died

after her funeral

when everybody was getting ready to leave

a mysterious tall man with a funky bow-tie walked up to her grave and placed a bouquet of forget-me-nots and that was the most anybody ever saw of him

this is not okay

then he stops about three tombstones away from hers and salutes the tombstone of Wilf Noble

unstableshipper:

i have the slowest dashboard right now, so if you blog bbc sherlock or harry potter, reblog this or message me and i’ll check out your blog.

sylveonce:

i feel like everyone in the supernatural fandom wants a human!impala episode, but they are torn between wanting it to be a badass lady impala and wanting it to be a dude impala that insists on being called “baby”

error-404-fuck-not-found:

assbutt-in-the-garrison:

gallifreyansquid:

Cas is like “Oh you have a knife? Cool story Dean, tell it again.”

aw look he stabbed me… how cute.

can we all just be thankful he didn’t mistake this for a common human greeting?

everyholmesneedshiswatson:

hiddlestalker:

oh god you can see mycroft looking back at the days of young and happy sherlock

This breaks my heart because Little baby Sherlock probably made Mycroft play pirate with him and now Mycroft is just sitting there thinking of all the times he didn’t play with him and he just sits there and  sobs and omg bby 

snowdarkred:

WARNING: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH

more like, i’m not touching this fic with a ten foot pole are you fucking kidding me

consulting-hunters:

tardismyoldgirl:

tennants-hair:

tardis-mind-palace:

doctor-john-with-trenchcoat:

bakerstreetbabes:

Always reblog the no-look pass.

Could he just make an entrance like in the first gif every time he enters a room? He looks so cool when he does that.

No, but what if every time John walked into a room that Sherlock was in, he would just throw something to Sherlock, whatever had to do with the case, or just a pen, and Sherlock would use it, because John could tell what he wanted each time. Pen, shoe, scarf, phone, tea mug, anything.

Then, the day after Reichenbach, out of habit, John walked into the flat, and instinctively picked up and pen and threw it. He only remembered Sherlock wasn’t there when he heard the pen clatter to the ground.

nice to meet you satan

Three years have gone by and finally John has lost the habit of throwing things to a man who is no longer there. He’s broken at least 8 mugs since Sherlock’s dea- no. He still cannot think the word. As long as he refuses to believe Sherlock is gone, he will still be there.

One night after a particularly long day consisting of far too many meetings John walks home to 221B. He imagines Sherlock’s eye-rolling, and scoffing reactions to Anderson’s many idiotic theories about their latest killer, and smiles to himself. He unlocks the door, enters, and throws his jacket over the nearest chair. Out of the corner of his eye he sees Sherlock’s old mobile, and for a moment forgets everything that happened. He wraps his hand around the device, and tosses it behind him, silently cursing himself for probably breaking one of the last pieces of Sherlock in his possession, as he waits for the inevitable clatter of plastic on wood. But there is no sound.

“Hello, John.”

THIS POST WAS SAD UNTIL YOU CAME ALONG

doctor-castiel-benedict-morgan:

wayward-assbutts:

speightwaydrug:

Fun fact:

The song is technically named as “Carry On Wayward Son”.

There is no ‘My’ in the title.

yea and cas’ name is canonically ”cass.” there are certain things in this fandom that we choose to ignore.

and in that moment, the whole fandom was nick fury