Procrastination wonderland

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Becky. Multifandom. No longer a single pringle. occasional fanfiction writer. Need to know anything else, the ask box is always open.

rogue-halfling:

green-eyed-rising-demon:

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

OH MY GOD IT GOT BETTER

I needed this…

rogue-halfling:

green-eyed-rising-demon:

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

OH MY GOD IT GOT BETTER

I needed this…

(Source: lestranqe, via khaleisey)

— 2 hours ago with 70188 notes
roughkiss:

peevsie77:

gay-undertones:

gay-undertones:

So my sister’s out for the day and my sister’s room is completely covered in One Direction posters
So I thought “why not cut out 350 shrek faces

aND MAKE EVERYTHING SHREK”
I PRESENT TO YOU

ONE DIR”SHREK”TION

350 shrek faces

No face left uncovered





Now we wait


MAN DOWN MAN DOWN


This is a thing of beauty

It’s the dedication that makes this joke so funny.

roughkiss:

peevsie77:

gay-undertones:

gay-undertones:

So my sister’s out for the day and my sister’s room is completely covered in One Direction posters

So I thought “why not cut out 350 shrek faces

aND MAKE EVERYTHING SHREK”

I PRESENT TO YOU

ONE DIR”SHREK”TION

350 shrek faces

No face left uncovered

Now we wait

MAN DOWN MAN DOWN

This is a thing of beauty

It’s the dedication that makes this joke so funny.

(via artiestroke)

— 2 hours ago with 578776 notes

holysheerios:

holysheerios:

teddysfotos:

i just

I’m so sorry

PLEASE STOP REBLOGGING THIS I DONT REALLY KNOW WHAT A MANGO IS BUT IT SEEMED LIKE A GOOD IDEA AT THE TIME

(via uganda-finish-that)

— 2 hours ago with 201793 notes

my heart says yes but my bank balance says no

(Source: sassykardashian, via khaleisey)

— 3 hours ago with 267320 notes
fucksebastianstan:

basedpidgeot:

feather-in-my-cap-and-cheese:

urbendisaster:

what?

The wheels take impact and stress off your legs, and the position helps your spine, but you’re still doing running motions instead of biking motions, so your legs are getting a good workout, and you can go for longer

nerdy shit aside, iamgine how sick it must be to just let those feet fly into the air and do superman poses down a highway

"Nerdy shit aside u can act like Superman"

fucksebastianstan:

basedpidgeot:

feather-in-my-cap-and-cheese:

urbendisaster:

what?

The wheels take impact and stress off your legs, and the position helps your spine, but you’re still doing running motions instead of biking motions, so your legs are getting a good workout, and you can go for longer

nerdy shit aside, iamgine how sick it must be to just let those feet fly into the air and do superman poses down a highway

"Nerdy shit aside u can act like Superman"

(Source: cute-decoration, via arellasmercy)

— 3 hours ago with 430028 notes

castielwinchestqueer:

arctickayla:

tkushes:

rhabdomancer:

tkushes:

never seen awful statues?? I think u are forgetting all of Michelangelo’s attempts at sculpting women, the big queer

Damn, how could I forget?

image

Dented oranges are my favorite type of breast

Michel-I’ve never seen a naked woman-angelo 

he literally just sculpted a man’s pectorals and put lumpy lemons on them

(via arellasmercy)

— 3 hours ago with 199021 notes

 when called, they each came for different reasons

when called, they each came for different reasons

(Source: nealstallahassee, via dangoalienspoon)

— 3 hours ago with 297 notes
kellizredd:


[AGGRESSIVELY PRESSES BUTTON]

kellizredd:

[AGGRESSIVELY PRESSES BUTTON]

(via ferrickhistoryts)

— 3 hours ago with 77940 notes

sherlock-holmeless:

nopityforacowardbitch:

nopityfor-a-coward:

It’s back

this is still fucking hilarious, you stupid woman.

Phillip’s face tho

(Source: hargashouseofribs, via khaleisey)

— 3 hours ago with 650643 notes