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Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor

 

crunchwrapmistress:

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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thecompanionsdoctor:

thecompanionsdoctor:

Whenever my friend says goodnight to me on Skype he sends me this gif

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and I wanted to send it to him tonight so I went to Google “black man turning off lamp” but Google autofill changed it to “black man turning into jet” and I got this

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Long story short it’s 1am and I’ve been laughing at this for approximately 20 years

Which one of you assholes brought this back

mishasminions:

WHAT IS GOING ON

I NEED TO GO PUNCH A WALL

follylollysews:

Chances are, if you’ve logged into tumblr within the past week you’ve noticed that there’s an awful lot of Pokemon splicing going on.  I was particularly fond of the cute Koffing splices so I made plushies of Chanfing and Raifing *u*

I don’t have room to keep these (they’re bigger than they look in the pictures!), but I’m not sure how much I’d want to sell them for.  If you’re interested in adopting one/both shoot me an offer, I also have a trade wishlist~

niknak79: He’s tripping on acid

niknak79:

He’s tripping on acid

thegossipgamer:

BioShock Infinite Easter Eggs and Secrets (Spoilers!)

mosoli: im still laughing at this

mosoli:

im still laughing at this

stannnisbaratheon:

Game of Thrones cast → Lena Headey

“Since being quite young, I’ve had a very strong sense of independence and survival. As a child, I was on my own two feet emotionally.”

(Source: yazzydream)

I’m getting into my annual ‘I miss Anime North’ mood again. For most of the year, I convince myself that I don’t want to go to Anime North, mostly because I feel too old for the crowd who usually attends. I feel that I grew out of the screaming fangirl, ‘KAWAII’ age years ago. However, when I look through the Anime North tag here on tumblr especially, it makes me crave the cosplay that goes on there. I’ve been to Fan Expo, Montreal and Ottawa Comic Con, and I still find the cosplay at Anime North is just so much more amazing than a lot of the stuff at those other cons. It’s at this time of year, when Anime North happens, when I get inspired to do another elaborate cosplay. It makes me want to go again next year just for the cosplay, even though I’ll be 24. I miss the friends that I’ve made through cosplay who seem to always go to Anime North year and year again. Maybe I will go next year. Maybe I will take my time and build another big costume like I did with Midna. 

slayer-of-the-vampyres: waywardangelsandhunters: supermerwholocked: 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 It got better! SUPERWHOMERLINLOCK!!!!!!!!!! “muttering about domesticity potential” OMG

slayer-of-the-vampyres:

waywardangelsandhunters:

supermerwholocked:

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

It got better!

SUPERWHOMERLINLOCK!!!!!!!!!!

“muttering about domesticity potential”

OMG