I know I’m not the only one who does this but you know when you have this like boundary around you when you’re sitting at a table or a desk that only you are allowed to be in
And then someone or something that isn’t yours
gets in that space
and you just
Moffat:"Moriarty is alive"
Fans:"Wait what how?"
“Long live the King” my haND SLIPPED AGAIN
I want to draw Loki with an eyebrow scar.
do me a favor and don’t look at the last panel. do me a favor and don’t look at any panel. I am going to eat
THIS IS AN AMAZING IDEA FOR A PRINCESS OMG
And she’ll sit there. She’ll rust, fall apart. In a junk yard in a small town. Kids will pass by, run their hands along the rumpled metal that lost its shine after one too many rains. The grass beneath her is pale and dead. No one will look at her and give her a second thought. It’ll be that car that’s always been there. But really, there was a time, so far back that no one can remember now, when two boys rode around in that car. They drove for so long, all their lives, wheels hot, and the windows rolled down. Old songs that no one knows the words to anymore. So many memories cling to the falling paint, and the worn leather. About the two boys who loved her. Who were good. The ones that saved the world a few times. Who fought the monsters people refused to see. But, of course, they were also the boys who died.
And sometimes the weird guy in the trench coat will visit her. That’s when the parents call their children back inside as the man sits on the hood, legs folded up beneath him; just sits unmoving for hours. There’s a rumor that before he leaves, he caresses her side gently and whispers “thank you for taking care of them”.
NO THAT’S NOT OKAY YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO IMPLY THAT DEAN AND SAM DIED AND CAS IS ALONE NO
I DON’T EVEN WATCH THE SHOW AND THAT WAS PAINFUL AND UNCALLED FOR FUCK
But then one day a person runs past it. She pauses, looks closer, peers inside and circles it. And then she see’s it, the oh so noticeable markings on body. “Unbelievable” she mutters. It was only a story, an old fairy tale her grandfather had told her. A story of two brothers who saved the world, with a little help from some friends of course. She reached out, touched it, felt the warmth left from the sun that had died long ago. And for a brief second she pictured it, two brothers sitting on the hood, drinking a beer. And she smiles. Goes on. But she doesn’t forget. Two weeks later she comes back with a tow truck she borrowed from her brother. She doesn’t know why she’s doing this; why it’s so important. She does it anyway. She takes her home and fixes her up. And just for a split second, right before she turns the engine on for the first time in oh so many years, she see’s him. Maybe you’ve seen him too. He’s been there just as long as the car. An old man, an angel they say. Standing guard in the shadows of the forest. And she realises, he’s been there all along, guiding her to this moment. He’s gone within a blink of the eye. The only thing left from the lonely angel was an outline of his wings, resting on the trees of the forest as a symbol of his protection.
These gravestones are amazing. Cemetery fandom anyone ?
COME ON THESE ARE SO COOL.
AM I THE ONLY FREAK?
my friend left her window open in her bedroom and came back to find this
look at his self-satisfied little face, the cheeky shit
if there was a post to describe australia, this is it
you mean to tell me this isn’t even a pet bird?
that in australia, you have wild birds that just fly from house to house with the express purpose of fucking shit up?
fucking HELL australia, what is wrong with you?
wake up australia
That’s what birds do
They fly around and fuck shit up
Do you have some kind of mysterious nice birds in your weird foreign country
Do birds in America and England fly into your house and make the bed and tidy up the living room a little bit
It’s cold here, so they just bounce off the windows and lie there and twitch spasmodically while you look for the shovel.
Basically hurling themselves at windows is the worst thing birds do
yeah man a kookaburra literally flew into a classroom at my high school and just sat his smug ass down on top of the desk for a good 20 minutes
why has nobody mentioned the fact that in australia there are 3-4 months a year where everybody just accepts that they’re going to get attacked by magpies. It is literally called “swooping season” and these birds will fly down to peck your fucking face, and people get their eyes ripped out and shit, it’s fucking brutal.
My teacher had to go to hospital and have surgery because of swooping season. It was in the parking lot of school and all the kids would do a mad dash towards the car as the magpies tried to kill us.
no but when you’re 12 years old and riding your bike like mad on the way home from school with an icecream bucket on your head with like branches and shit sticking out if it to scare them off and none of this is considered strange
what the actual fuck australia
I think the bird was just trying to tweet its status
I can’t…..Omg…I can’t.
The sarcasm is strong with this one.
Yeah, we have a gif for that.