AsylumWaiting 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.”
@mitchroutman got the most darling photo of @rattyburvil and #mattsmith reuniting! #doctorwho love (x)
Darren Criss Listen Up Tour Ticket - San Francisco
I have an extra. I’m selling it for face value. If you want it, let me know!
The Chained Library of Zutphen
I took these pictures during a visit to the 16th-century chained library of Zutphen, in the east of the Netherlands. It is one of three such libraries still in existence in Europe. Nothing much has changed here for 550 years.
i am very proud of you for waking up today. you are very brave. existing can be hard sometimes and that is okay. i am proud of you even if all you did today was exist. i am proud of you for existing.
this one time one of my friends got called by his mum in class and everyone pretended to be funny by yelling swear words and saying stuff like “put your pants back on!” and then he said “my mum says that if she hears one more swear word she’ll pull me from school”. it was dead silent for five seconds. then my teacher yelled “FUCK”
//ok I wasn’t going to re blog any of this yahoo shit but fuck man! What the hell is this? These assholes honestly think they can just do this? I honestly just feel like posting and re-blogging every single thing I can find having to do with a fandom.
HOLY HELL THIS IS NOT OKAY))
Wait, what? Is this real? ._.
THIS IS NOT REAL. I AM NOT ALLOWING THIS TO BE REAL.
ROUND UP THE ARMIES, GUYS.
NOOO! YAHOO I NEED MY SHERLOCK SRSLY NOT COOL!
NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE
seriously? this is a fake, guys
I only watched Fright Night for the plot