sherlockscoat:

perpetumobsessive:

melontastic-tercah:

abigwhitewolf:

bennyslegs:

I am so okay with this you don’t even know

I am more than fine with this :)

(Source: thegifinyourfolder)

Breath of Life.

The best song I have heard in years. I have chills every time.

You can take your Adam Ants and Katy Perrys and I’ll beat you out of the water. Because Florence Leontine Mary Welch is singing. And nothing will beat her.

I will never stop listening to this song. Ever.

(Source: drunkxabi)

tinypaperflight-artdump:

THANK YOOOOOOU

I SHALL HAVE YOUR DOODLE THANG READY SOON

So do you want a “Top Tips” thing, or a “what to visit” thing, hmm?

ARRRGH! Y U NO SHOW ME THIS EARLIER, TUMBLR? BAD TUMBLR.

madness slightly over. I love your reaction gifs justsayin :) Gahhhh I wanna meet you! Why is Scotland so far away?! Damn Geography!

OOOOOOOOH SERIOUSLY? LOVELY PERSON!!

Ummmmmmmmmmm Top tips. Coz I don’t wanna to be acting odd. Although I am going somewhere where people do eat pig stomachs. Any words I need, and a LARGE reminder to not slip into my Scottish accent. My mum used to live in Glasgow and I pick up it super quick without realising and start talking super fast. Also a reminder not to sing I will walk 500 miles all the time. However fun it is.

On Friday 27th April I saw Avengers.

On Sunday 29th April I finished three Tony/Loki wallpapers, six 1,000+ word fics and one of my most proud costume sketches of all time.

I am now forever certain in my love for Norse Trickster Gods and Genius, Billionaire, Playboy, Philanthropists.

samsantos:

Gotye & Kimbra’s “Somebody That I Used To Know” over the instrumental to Beyonce’s “Sweet Dreams”

-Aine (midnightrelentless)

I still crack up when I think of this line. (via tinypaperflight)

I most certainly am xD can you tell her to get her arse back on gmail? I has news. Big news.

TEN DAY MERLIN CHALLENGE

(adapted from this)

Day 1: favorite male character
Day 2: favorite female character
Day 3: favorite villain
Day 4: favorite scene
Day 5: favorite episode
Day 6: favorite season
Day 7: favorite quote
Day 8: favorite actor
Day 9: favorite actress
Day 10: favorite ship

(Source: capnstarks)

rrrowr:

The Chordettes - Lollipop 

Call my baby lollipop
Tell you why
His kiss is sweeter than an apple pie
And when he does his shaky rockin’ dance
Man, I haven’t got a chance

Okay you all are probably like “what is this doing in the leviacas tag” but I swear to god, if this song was playing while Leviacas was killing you, it’d be terrifying. It’s the right mix of outrageously cheerful and potentially threatening. Just… just roll with it.

lost-in-telaranrhoid:

penny-hartzs:

AU meme

→ Eleven&Amy Time Lady&Human (remake)

My name is John Smith. I guess you could say I used to be an ‘ordinary bloke’; a little bit on the awkward side with a boring job and a small flat next to the pub. A year ago I saw a box falling right out of the sky, and then a woman coming out of the box. She called herself the Doctor. She was ginger, she talked a lot and she took my hand and we started running. We haven’t stopped since.

She calls me ‘her stupid idiot’. She hates my clothes. I don’t know what I would do without her.

This.

You have no idea what you’re doing. Every word, every touch makes me want to puke. Why can’t you just leave me alone? I make myself forget about it because I can’t let you see what you’re doing. I’m breaking down inside, you’re breaking me with everything you do. I want to kill you for hurting me but I can’t fight back. I can’t let you win. You’re a pathetic little boy and I hate you but you’ve got inside my shield and I can’t get you away. You just touch my face or make fun of my accent and I try to hide the fear. You actually scare me because I don’t know what you’re going to do. I don’t want to tell on you and I hate that teachers don’t see, that they don’t stop you. You make my friends cry and scream. I have stood strong. But I’m so close to falling apart. I can’t fight back and these eggshell walls are just falling down.

Why can’t you just leave me alone?

beaularbear:

soulless!sam/leviathan!cas

punkypeggy:

embuscus:

nevillelongbadass:

jambal:

mostengaging:

cornelia-thomson:

When Sherlock finds John…

Poor John. He missed him so much he became delirious with grief. He’s Bilbo Baggins now. John? Who is John?

I’m laughing but I’m sobbing. What are these emotions?

I AM BILBO BAGGINS NOW

What is air?

And after the fall, John moved to the Shire.

(Source: corneliapornelia)

jayabeee:

Castiel woke up somewhere knowing nothing about himself, his past, or where he came from, but he did know a few things: he knows that he doesn’t ever feel hungry, that he can’t get physically hurt, that he doesn’t need to sleep. He’s got it together enough to realize he’s not human. To realize that in fact, he’s much, much more powerful than a human. That he can, if he wants, take someone apart with a single blow, because he’s got just that much power coiled up in his skin. He could, if he wants, lead armies, and bend others to his will with a single thought.  

And instead of enjoying himself, instead of trying to benefit from his power, instead of trying to rule over the puny humans he finds himself surrounded by, he chooses to heal, and he asks for nothing in return. He hides, he shuns recognition and even human companionship. 

And guys, he doesn’t remember who he is or what he did. He’s not out there healing humans because he feels guilty. This is not part of his penance. He’s doing it because that’s just the kind of person (er, angel) Castiel is. He sees someone in pain, his instinct is to help. His instinct is to serve what’s right. To do right by other people, to serve a higher good. 

He used to be a soldier, he used to do what others told him, and he loved doing it, because he loves helping, he loves being made of use to other people. And then Dean taught him to think for himself; to judge what’s right and wrong on his own and then to act on those convictions.

And even though he can’t remember a damn thing about himself, some part of Castiel still remembers how to think for himself. He still remembers how to be a good person, in the absence of someone telling him how one does that.

He may have lost Dean, but he never lost what Dean taught him. 

Do you have any idea how much it hurts to finally think maybe you have some friends here and then see them waltz off to be with other people, to give you a nod? I must have got it wrong if I have friends and then they’re gone, I suppose. I’m so lonely. I stand in a crowded room, surrounded by all these people who should be my friends, and just feel so alone. I just wish I didn’t have to continue this charade, wish I could tell you but it’s like trying to walk on water, trying to stay afloat, make my way to that island that I’ve never touched. I’m sat on the outside, forever observing. I don’t know how to do this anymore. I don’t fit. I’m always the punchline, always the one getting hurt. I hide it away, all the pain. Try to make you believe it all alright but it’s not. How can it be?Do you have any idea how much it hurts to finally think maybe you have some friends here and then see them waltz off to be with other people, to give you a nod? I must have got it wrong if I have friends and then they’re gone, I suppose. I’m so lonely. I stand in a crowded room, surrounded by all these people who should be my friends, and just feel so alone. I just wish I didn’t have to continue this charade, wish I could tell you but it’s like trying to walk on water, trying to stay afloat, make my way to that island that I’ve never touched. I’m sat on the outside, forever observing. I don’t know how to do this anymore. I don’t fit. I’m always the punchline, always the one getting hurt. I hide it away, all the pain. Try to make you believe it all alright but it’s not. How can it be?Do you have any idea how much it hurts to finally think maybe you have some friends here and then see them waltz off to be with other people, to give you a nod? I must have got it wrong if I have friends and then they’re gone, I suppose. I’m so lonely. I stand in a crowded room, surrounded by all these people who should be my friends, and just feel so alone. I just wish I didn’t have to continue this charade, wish I could tell you but it’s like trying to walk on water, trying to stay afloat, make my way to that island that I’ve never touched. I’m sat on the outside, forever observing. I don’t know how to do this any more. I don’t fit. I’m always the punchline, always the one getting hurt. I hide it away, all the pain. Try to make you believe it all alright but it’s not. How can it be?