Raining Hotdogs

sleepingwithakingforaday:

Yahoo says they’re going to try to make tumblr more popular to a wider audience.

yanderegal:

chickensandwich:

chickensandwich:

if this gets 500 notes i will kill my dad with a shovel

i’m not going to kill my dad. this website is the worst. 

don’t back out now u pussy

(Source: chickensandwich, via awkwardvagina)

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

(via alanasilver)

greenpeniwrite:

dracosredemption:

So here you see two photos of Emma and Rupert displaying elegance and serenity—and then there’s Dan.

“I HAVE A FUCKING BRANCH ON FIRE! I’m not Daniel! I AM HARRY POTTER!

i don’t know what makes me laugh more the comment or the photo.

(via elysian-fields-hotel)

hannahisdead:

itslarsyouguys:

YOU’RE a baby

I’M a baby

WE CAN BE BABIES TOGETHER

I screamed.

(Source: dongwoon, via alanasilver)

seems-totally-legit:

theprincessofjohndave:


Coraline (2009)

now take a moment to remember that this is all stop-motion animation

now take another moment to remember this was a movie/animation for kids.

seems-totally-legit:

theprincessofjohndave:

Coraline (2009)

now take a moment to remember that this is all stop-motion animation

now take another moment to remember this was a movie/animation for kids.

(Source: corpsie, via pixels-in-our-minds)

trugazi:

this is the internal anatomy of cows as far as i’m concerned

trugazi:

this is the internal anatomy of cows as far as i’m concerned

(Source: spatula, via alanasilver)

sodamnrelatable:

Diet ideas: Eat whatever you want, and if anyone tries to lecture you about your weight, eat them too.

image

(via olly-murmaid)

nyozeka:

i hope my first child is a dragon

(via awkwardvagina)

thescarymonstersundermybed:

whovians-and-sherlockians:

readalfa:

The greatest scene in all animated movie history.

I may or may not recite this when I’m looking for things.

I wonder how long people have been waiting for these gifs

probably just as long as they’ve been waiting for Incredibles 2 

(via iamtheknave)

person: i love that cast

me: they are my babies

person: what

me: they are mine

person: they're over 30

me: i have to protect them

person: more than one of them is married

me: babies

askthosesillystickmen:

So, that just happened…

askthosesillystickmen:

So, that just happened…

(via alanasilver)

quaverstranger:

dvdp:

130520

this reminds me of that puzzle game with cars

quaverstranger:

dvdp:

130520

this reminds me of that puzzle game with cars

(via mi-cuarta-carie)