you won’t fall not really

you won’t fall

not really

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

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

ashde-phernelia:

sweet-shenanigans:

sararye:

theatomicboom:

how do you think they made up the dark mark tattoo though

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like did voldemort design it in his free time in between manipulating people and releasing basilisks on muggle borns

because he has some mad drawing skills let me tell you what 

one thing is for sure

it wasn’t hermione

GUYS THERE’S AN 8 IN THE DARK MARK

VOLDEMORT (unknowingly) SPLIT HIS SOUL INTO EIGHT PIECES.

JK ROWLING DOES IT AGAIN

Fᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ᴀɴɢᴇʟs…Cᴏᴍᴇ ᴄʀᴀsʜɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ғʟᴏᴏʀI ᴡᴏɴ’ᴛ sᴛᴏᴘ…Tɪʟʟ I ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ I’ᴍ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ♠

Fᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ᴀɴɢᴇʟs…
Cᴏᴍᴇ ᴄʀᴀsʜɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ғʟᴏᴏʀ

I ᴡᴏɴ’ᴛ sᴛᴏᴘ…
Tɪʟʟ I ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ I’ᴍ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ


♠

“Because if anyone deserves to be on a Chocolate Frog Card, it’s her.” Inspiration  

kelbora: marauders4evr: I fucking love the smell of Old…Sport.

kelbora:

marauders4evr:

I fucking love the smell of Old…Sport.

we’re terribly sorry, but you can’t put your disobedient child in the stowaway luggage, you’re just going to have to carry on your wayward son

What a shame, what a shame we all remain...

With the help of their protector, the fallen angel Castiel, Sam and Dean’s lifelong quest to rid the world of evil will take everything they’ve got.
The CW on ‘Supernatural Season 9’ [x] (via heavenandhellcastiel)