A Wonderful Mind

hosino-hikaru:

I couldn’t resist, so I added cat ears ಡuಡ

imsuchapitch:

daftyank:

ihascookies:

the-ginger-rihanna:

4gifs:

Black hole consumes a star

If you aren’t fascinated by astronomy you’re wrong.

wait till the homestucks see this

Shh.

for some reason I thought it was pizza.

imsuchapitch:

daftyank:

ihascookies:

the-ginger-rihanna:

4gifs:

Black hole consumes a star

If you aren’t fascinated by astronomy you’re wrong.

wait till the homestucks see this

Shh.

for some reason I thought it was pizza.

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.”

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.”

rudeandgingersansa:

teyuss:

tamorajeancalhoun:

never

ever

ever

ever

call an irish person “british”

that is all

its like calling a canadian american but theyll rip your face off instead of correcting you

it’s still safer than calling an aussie a kiwi

titanteddy:

hypnotiqradiance:

ruinedchildhood

Raven was the original Nicki Minaj.

It’s like she saw the future or something

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In case you couldn’t tell, I’m back from A10 now! It was really fun! Here is what I learned this weekend:

Matt Cohen is a sweetie and is just ahoidhefuwhfirowh

Kim Rhodes is the best person in the world and I love her

Kevin McNally is just… there is not a word.

Misha Collins played twister and his crotch was in my friend’s face (lucky cow)

Rob Benedict and Emily Perkins are just so sweet and lovely and I want to hug them forever.

Ty Olsson and Rick Worthy are drunkards and its hilarious

Mark Sheppard is amazing.

Osric Chau is just so cute and urgh

Richard Speight is just great

Julian Richings is awesome.

Did I forget anyone? I hope not, they are all amazing and I love them, but especially Kim and Matt

In conclusion, the supernatural cast is the best cast.

xombiedirge:

Link by Francesco Botti

romancndleheart:

tonyhawksunderground2:

DO THIS TRUST ME IT’S AWESOME

WHY AM I LAUGHING SO FUCKING HARD OH MY GOD

admiralobvious:

Possibly the saddest thing I’ve ever seen

admiralobvious:

Possibly the saddest thing I’ve ever seen

ectoweenie:

crimebusters and the case of “the time danny got stuck in dash’s dog door”
bonus cujo just because:

ectoweenie:

crimebusters and the case of “the time danny got stuck in dash’s dog door”

bonus cujo just because: