look-alivesunshinee:

oMG WAT

pieceofgold:

 #i know a lot of people toy with the idea of sherlock being a manifestation of john’s loneliness when he comes back from afghanistan #but what if it was the other way around? #sherlock can’t tolerate people#they can’t tolerate him #he can’t find someone who’s intelligent enough and strong enough and resilient enough to put up with him #but the skull can only go so far and so his mind creates this person #john #who is everything every single thing he was looking for and he’s also damaged just enough #and he stands up for and to sherlock #humanizes him #so sherlock brings john everywhere and attributes things to john and john this and john that #but to everyone else john is thin air or sherlock talking to himself

homosaurus-rex:

It’s actually a good thing that the zombie apocalypse starts in Florida because then the zombies only have one way to go and that’s straight up into trigger happy redneck territory. I give it two weeks before monster trucks and mullets save us.

coentraolover:

11 por todos e todos por 11

Estamos todos em jogo 

soymuyfeliz:

the whole us team gives me feelz ok

timelordy-teganbreann:

superheroesandsuperhusbands:

quidditch-queen:

magicaltypeyhands:

myhellhoundisbiggerthanyours:

deduce-me-e:

susannaholmes:

susannaholmes:

caledscratch:

h-alcyonic:

madcapchickadee:

hussiebot:

swimmingaroundinavagina:

this is a song that really speaks to me on so many levels
playing it almost brought me to tears 

fucKING OMFG

Wow… tragically beautiful.

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so deep and meaningful 

wow that was beautiful

i’m reblogging this again because this song has been stuck in my head all DAY

duuude

Beautiful beautiful
Touches the heart

:’(

Almost cried, it was that moving

oh god… it’s so inspiring and mesmerizing.

Heartbreaking. Simply heartbreaking.

gendrybaratheonn:

He moved fast, trapping the stranger, a hand over her mouth to stop her of calling for help. He knew someone was lurking in the woods, very well hidden, impossible to find. No one in the Brotherhood nor any of the kids in the Inn never saw a trace of anyone in the woods and they mocked Gendry, saying he was seeing things.

When he looked into her eyes, grey eyes, the eyes of a ghost, all the memories he kept locked, far inside his head (and his heart) came back with full force. He felt a chill run down his spine.

“Arya”, he said. Her name, unused for so many years, echoed in the woods, like a prayer.

biowens:

im an artist