If I was back west right now, it would be tea time…. I’m still considering it, but I don’t want my mom to wake up and yell at me to go to bed. 

lordofthefangirls:

gatsbyparty:

citrusunderpressure:

kingsandheroes:

evil-e-x-p-e-l-l-e-d:

AAHHAHH Thor’s curlers.

i was so confused for a sec because two captains and then omfg coulson

Coulson

COULSON

COULSON

jack-sparrow:

oh right.

the poison.

the poison for kuzco.

the poison chosen especially to kill kuzco.

kuzco’s poison.

capitolgoods:

enemy-of-the-capitol:

I don’t even know what I just did.

shanwarma:

sociopathfromgallifrey:

s-guy:

fandance:

themostrandomtimeoftheyear:

issybird:

agentsweet:

madnessinitstrueform:

bennyslegs:

whoviackian:

fireflyastoria:

Imagine coming across this one day. 

On a totally normal, slightly bored walk in the woods.

Turning around the bend and seeing this. 

Just imagine.

i’m not even a massive doctor who fan and this broke my heart

this like seeing hogwarts as a ruin (and not being a muggle, so you know it’s really a ruin)

or seeing 221b being rented out by some horrible college kids partying and being loud

or the impala being crushed and useless (wait, i’m not up-to-date with supernatural atm, but didn’t something bad actually happen to the impala? fuck that show is just heart-break central)

But imagine going to it. Letting your hands move across the paint, disrupting the plants around it and then

click

The door opens.

You’re walking through the woods on a wonderful day, when you turn around a corner and see something that makes your heart stop. Thoughts, memories, images flood your head, and you think over and over, No no no, it can’t be. It’s just a show, right? It can’t be. You don’t even realize it as you walk up to it, and you cautiously lay your hand on it.

When it actually comes in contact with the wood, your eyes widen. Oh my god. It’s here. It’s real. I’m not imagining it. but then you realize something else. It looks…sad. Worn down. As if it hadn’t moved in years. Tears fill your eyes. Oh, Doctor. Where are you?? What happened?? Your head leans on the door as you close your eyes, trying to keep yourself from crying. It’s so stupid, but…

You aren’t able to finish that thought. You hear a soft click, and the door opens, causing you to stumble forward. A pair of shoes enter your line of vision. You slowly look up, seeing slacks next, then a jacket over a button up shirt, a bow tie, and then…it’s him.

Your hand covers your mouth as your eyes widen, everything hitting you at once. Oh my god it’s him. Its him it’s him it’s him. Oh god everything was real. The angels, cybermen, daleks, oh god Rose and Martha and Donna and Amy and Rory, and Jack and oh god if Jacks real then Torchwood and Ianto and oh god. You don’t even realize youve just said all that out loud as he sets his hands on your shoulders. “Are you alright?? What you were saying…how did you know that??”

You are full on crying now, tears running down your cheeks, and you can’t help when you embrace him. “Oh my god it’s you and your real and you’ve saved Earth and everyone so many times and I can’t believe it and just thank you and Im sorry for all the bad stuff that happens.” He awkwardly hugs you back before you pull away and wipe at your face with your sleeve. “Uhm, sorry f-for that. It just, uhm…” you don’t know how to explain it. How important he is to you, how many amazing people you’ve met because of him, how much he inspires you, how much you look up to him. Heck, you’re probably insane right now.

The Doctor just looks at you for a moment before grabbing your hand and pulling you inside. Your eyes widen as you stare at the bright room and, “Oh god it’s bigger on the inside.”

He grins like a child when he hears that. “I love it when they say that!” He flits about the room as you stand there, wringing your hands out, knees shaking as you stare wide eyed at everything.

“Now!” he exclaims. “How would you,” he points at you, excited. “like to come for an adventure?”

You can’t get the words out fast enough. “Yes. Please, take me.”

Omg I’ve always imgined something like this. Having to explain to your favorite characters that their life is a TV show and that you know everything.

And then the world falls away around you, and you’re staring at the door of a tired, old police box again. You glance at the surrounding area, knowing that no one has seen your tears but you can’t help but look anyway. Back at the door again, and you

Breathe.

Deep.

Release.

You reach out and grasp the handle with the knowledge that this time, you’re doing it with your own hands. You’re doing this knowing that it won’t be like in the shows but maybe, just maybe, you can dream again.

I don’t even watch Doctor Who (yet) but this is the saddest fucking thing and I could probably go on for a couple of hours about exactly what I am feeling right now. ;_;

You’re walking in the woods..

There’s no one around, and your phone is dead.

Behind the TARDIS, you spot him..

Shia Labeouf 

^thank you, what I was thinking

orphansforsale:

Look at your man. Now back at Loki. Now back at your man. Now back to Loki. Sadly, he isn’t Loki. But if he stopped using lady-scented body wash and switched to Asgard Spice, he could smell like Loki. Look down. Back up. Where are you You’re in Asgard with the god of mischief that your man could smell like. What’s in your hand Back at Loki. He has it. It’s a casket from Jotunheim holding two tickets to that thing you love. Look again. The tickets are now diamonds. Anything is possible when your man smells like Asgard Spice and not a lady. Loki’s on a horse.

Hey.. d’you think if I start tracking the tag “my phone” I’ll be able to tell where the fuck it disappears to when I put it down?

sillyglitch:

Here’s my most popular print at Fanime this weekend.

lurkingjello:

hipstarliner:

mademoisellegush:

kats-in-space:

elasticitymudflap:

charlie-gay:

look at dat booty

show me da booty

gimme the booty

i want the booty

back up the booty

colfershands:

the ships you shipped before you knew what shipping was

#british men screaming for their husbands

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