Histoire de l'Amour

    • Me: *Has Social Issues*
    • Teachers: You're being irrational. Get off the internet for two seconds and realize that.
    • People at School: You're ridiculous. Stop going on your computer so much and maybe you'll be healthier.
    • Parents: It's all the internet's fault. It's the root of all evil.
    • Society: See everyone? The internet is destroying our children.
    • Internet: You had an anxiety attack today? OMFG ARE YOU OKAY??!!! DO YOU WANT A COOKIE??!! Or would you rather be left alone? How can I help you!??? I WISH I COULD MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER.
    • Everyone: See, the internet is evil.
    • Everyone: Now stop with all of your problems or we'll punish you.
    • Me: ...
  2. 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

    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

    (via solitariosdeus)

  3. Reblog if you will always stay with the Doctor

    therealeovaldez:

    theotherguyhulk:

    theotherguyhulk

    Everyone who reblogs this will get their URL signed in a notebook (River Song’s Journal) I will give to Steven Moffat or/and Mark Gatiss when I see them next time I visit London.image

    p.s. just in case I will make two if I see more than one

    MAKE SURE MATT SMITH SEES IT!

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  4. onefitmodel: We enter a little coffeehouse with a friend of mine and give our order. While we’re aproaching our table two people come in and they go to the counter:‘Five coffees, please. Two of them for us and three suspended’ They pay for their order, take the two and leave. I ask my friend: “What are those ‘suspended’ coffees?”My friend: “Wait for it and you will see.”Some more people enter. Two girls ask for one coffee each, pay and go. The next order was for seven coffees and it was made by three lawyers - three for them and four ‘suspended’. While I still wonder what’s the deal with those ‘suspended’ coffees I enjoy the sunny weather and the beautiful view towards the square infront of the café. Suddenly a man dressed in shabby clothes who looks like a beggar comes in throught the door and kindly asks‘Do you have a suspended coffee ?’It’s simple - people pay in advance for a coffee meant for someone who can not afford a warm bevarage. The tradition with the suspended coffees started in Naples, but it has spread all over the world and in some places you can order not only a suspended coffee, but also a sandwitch or a whole meal.Wouldn’t it be wonderful to have such cafés or even grocery stores in every town where the less fortunate will find hope and support ? If you own a business why don’t you offer it to your clients… I am sure many of them will like it.   Source : [x] this is so great

    onefitmodel:


    We enter a little coffeehouse with a friend of mine and give our order. While we’re aproaching our table two people come in and they go to the counter:
    ‘Five coffees, please. Two of them for us and three suspended’ They pay for their order, take the two and leave. 

    I ask my friend: “What are those ‘suspended’ coffees?”
    My friend: “Wait for it and you will see.”

    Some more people enter. Two girls ask for one coffee each, pay and go. The next order was for seven coffees and it was made by three lawyers - three for them and four ‘suspended’. While I still wonder what’s the deal with those ‘suspended’ coffees I enjoy the sunny weather and the beautiful view towards the square infront of the café. Suddenly a man dressed in shabby clothes who looks like a beggar comes in throught the door and kindly asks
    ‘Do you have a suspended coffee ?’

    It’s simple - people pay in advance for a coffee meant for someone who can not afford a warm bevarage. The tradition with the suspended coffees started in Naples, but it has spread all over the world and in some places you can order not only a suspended coffee, but also a sandwitch or a whole meal.

    Wouldn’t it be wonderful to have such cafés or even grocery stores in every town where the less fortunate will find hope and support ? If you own a business why don’t you offer it to your clients… I am sure many of them will like it.

     

    Source : [x]

    this is so great

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  5. poppethobbit:

    I made you guys a power point to encourage all fangirls/fanboys to watch this masterpeice

    EDIT

    Thank you gonewithclass for pointing out that I have misspelled Scarlett’s name. SO ANGRY AT MYSELF >:O

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  6. Now I’m really curious…Reblog this if you’re 20 or older.

    gaylegee:

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    zombielove74:

    The lack of notes.

    image

    I will be 25 next month! eeek.

    I’ll be 24 in April. 

    Just turned 25 yesterday. Ick.

    26

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  7. ouat quotes + rumplestiltskin

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  8. drkarayua:

    destieltheory:

    hi nice to meet you i have a big penis

    crying

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  10. watson-the-hobbit:

    keepitlovely:

    #I waited for 2000 years and you can’t be patient for 4 days?

    and rory unleashes the bitch face

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    My lovely followers, please follow this blog immediately!

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  15. f-e-r-i-d-a: buckerz101: thaddeusgrey: you see guys? Pitt bulls are vicious monsters! Look at this animal, blatantly attacking this poor girl’s face! OHHH THE HORROR!! omg i fucking hate pit bulls they are monsters look how he attacked her oh my…FUCK ME THIS IS FUCKING CUTE

    f-e-r-i-d-a:

    buckerz101:

    thaddeusgrey:

    you see guys? Pitt bulls are vicious monsters! Look at this animal, blatantly attacking this poor girl’s face!

    OHHH THE HORROR!!

    omg i fucking hate pit bulls they are monsters look how he attacked her oh my…FUCK ME THIS IS FUCKING CUTE

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