do you have a girlfriend? girlfriend? no, not really my area. oh right then. do you have a boyfriend? which is fine by the way. i know its fine. so you’ve got a boyfriend? no. right. okay. you’re unattached like me. fine. good.
i read this and my first thought was “haha one of those ‘awkward flirting’ funny text posts” and then i realized this was an actual conversation from the first episode of sherlock
Doctor, this is why I love you. Right here.
Vincent van Gogh was a man who is somewhat famous for his mental instability. He later ended his own life. For the Doctor to go and show him that his art mattered, and that his existence mattered…is amazing. And I wish someone could have shown this amazing artist how much he contributed to the world.
I wish the Doctor could show everyone how they mattered, because everybody does matter. In our own small way, we change the world simply by existing.
I will always, always, ALWAYS reblog this when it’s on my dash.
PEOPLE WITH PRETTY EYES UPSET ME SO MUCH, LIKE UR EYES ARE SO FUCKING GORGEOUS AND SPARKLY AND THEY HAVE A NICE COLOR, AND THEN MINE ARE JUST THIS REALLY DARK BROWN
Your eyes are just like brownies and brownies are goopy and delicious so that means your eyes are delicious aswell, who needs sparkles
pls dont eat my eyes
so i showed my friend this picture of anakin
and she was like ”he’s hot”
and i couldnt stop laughing because yeah
IT’S BEEN NINE YEARS
One might say that it was
A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away
This is my favorite thing
this is so very british
oh my god it gets better when you understand exactly how far he went
why doesn’t anywhere sell normal clothes for women? like i want a plain black fuckin sweater not a mohair cross stitch embroidered cropped asymmetrical slouch longline short sleeved drop hem thing with a hole in the back
can i get an amen
Sorry, we only stock the Amen in size XXS.
When Dean Winchester finally dies (for good, this time), Death takes a holiday.
He spends a week going to every fair and carnival in the continental US.
He eats every deep fried concoction possible.
When his holiday comes to an end, he goes to Heaven and knocks on the pearly gates with the head of his cane. He asks to speak with Dean Winchester.
Dean is surprised to find Death there when the angels bring him forward. Death swore that their last meeting, when Death personally escorted Dean’s soul to Heaven, would be the final time they ever saw one another.
“I found it,” Death tells him. “The perfect pie. It was in Muncie, Indiana. Apple, with a flaky, golden crust. The ratio of cinnamon to sugar and its balance with the tart Granny Smith…. it was just perfect. Divine, even.”
Dean stares at Death, unsure of why he is telling him this, but then he looks down. In Death’s hand is a wrinkled, white paper bag. Inside the bag is a slice of the perfect pie.
Dean takes the bag, mystified.
“Thanks for the pickle chips that time,” Death says, then disappears into the void.
did you just give me Death/Dean bromance feels
#And Dean turns back and walks back into the gates#He treks up an inclined road until it flattens and curves around#When he reaches his heaven Dean raises a free hand above his head and yells #’SAM#CAS #LOOKIT! PIE!’ (x)