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dig4victory:

Another 10 days down, time for our latest Team Levi Fundraiser update SPNFamily!

I know there are some extra actions and auctions going on and this is such great news, but please keep reblogging about the Team Levi donation page so that we can reach as many people as possible. Feel free to cross-post on Facebook, Twitter, LJ or whatnot, we really still have such a long way to go to reach the Team Levi goal for 2014.

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Thank you

danistiel:

Behind the Scenes of Supernatural: A Fan’s Perspective (full mockumentary in HD OuO ENJOY)(x)

danistiel:

Supernatural Season 9 Gag Reel (full in HD ) (x)

thecleanhippie:

Needed this.

the-fandoms-are-cool:

elphabaforpresidentofgallifrey:

221badwolfstreet:

hiddlestonhug:

tardis-mind-palace:


Adorable 10th Doctor and Weeping Angel from DragonCon via reddit 

OH god I ship this so hard but the relationship would suck because she could only speak and move when he wasn’t looking… But he would trust her enough to turn his back OH GOD THE FEELS SOMEONE FIC THIS

This is adorable.

When he walked into the room, it was too quiet and too dark. Quickly, he pulled out his sonic screw driver and started to turn in a circle in order to scan for any life in the room. As he was spinning, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. 
Something still.
Something with wings.
Something hiding its face.
The Doctor knew he only had milliseconds before the Weeping Angel would reach him and feed off of his time energy. Wielding his sonic screwdriver, The Doctor spun to face the angel. however, what he saw when he faced the angel almost caused him to blink…almost.
Instead of clawed hands and a snarling face, The Weeping Angel was reaching out towards The Doctor with a longing expression on her stony face. Even though her face was illuminated by the blue light from the sonic screw driver The Doctor recognized her features any where. Leaning in too examine her pained face The Doctor only managed to whisper, “Rose?”
Even though she couldn’t answer with him looking at her, The Doctor knew it was his Rose. She had the same curved lips, the same round face, the same nose that he always touched when she sassed him. “Rose Tyler, what happened to you?”
The Doctor knew that if he wanted an answer, he’d have to close his eyes.
“I’m trusting you, Rose. Please. please still be my Rose.”
Slowly, The Doctor closed his eyes and as soon as he was left in the darkness he felt his chest tighten and a cold hand placed itself on his cheek.
“Doctor,” she spoke as soft as the petal of the flower she was named for, “My Doctor, oh how I’ve missed you so.”

NOOOOOO

THAT’S NOT WHAT WE WANTED
THAT’S NOT WHAT WE WANTED AT ALL

the-fandoms-are-cool:

elphabaforpresidentofgallifrey:

221badwolfstreet:

hiddlestonhug:

tardis-mind-palace:

OH god I ship this so hard but the relationship would suck because she could only speak and move when he wasn’t looking… But he would trust her enough to turn his back OH GOD THE FEELS SOMEONE FIC THIS

This is adorable.

When he walked into the room, it was too quiet and too dark. Quickly, he pulled out his sonic screw driver and started to turn in a circle in order to scan for any life in the room. As he was spinning, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. 

Something still.

Something with wings.

Something hiding its face.

The Doctor knew he only had milliseconds before the Weeping Angel would reach him and feed off of his time energy. Wielding his sonic screwdriver, The Doctor spun to face the angel. however, what he saw when he faced the angel almost caused him to blink…almost.

Instead of clawed hands and a snarling face, The Weeping Angel was reaching out towards The Doctor with a longing expression on her stony face. Even though her face was illuminated by the blue light from the sonic screw driver The Doctor recognized her features any where. Leaning in too examine her pained face The Doctor only managed to whisper, “Rose?”

Even though she couldn’t answer with him looking at her, The Doctor knew it was his Rose. She had the same curved lips, the same round face, the same nose that he always touched when she sassed him. “Rose Tyler, what happened to you?”

The Doctor knew that if he wanted an answer, he’d have to close his eyes.

“I’m trusting you, Rose. Please. please still be my Rose.”

Slowly, The Doctor closed his eyes and as soon as he was left in the darkness he felt his chest tighten and a cold hand placed itself on his cheek.

“Doctor,” she spoke as soft as the petal of the flower she was named for, “My Doctor, oh how I’ve missed you so.”

NOOOOOO

THAT’S NOT WHAT WE WANTED

THAT’S NOT WHAT WE WANTED AT ALL

baburusu:

super-eklectic1:

thatsh0tt:

DAMN, everyone needs to reblog this.

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baburusu:

super-eklectic1:

thatsh0tt:

DAMN, everyone needs to reblog this.

boom

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theconsultantstalker:

claraoswin:

ughbenedict:

clandestinepen:

In which Sherlock heals his childhood trauma of not being listened to during a murder investigation.

first of all how dare you

all of all how dare you

BUT NO what if Sherlock started off just like Archie, young and vibrant and clever who just wanted to impress his older brother and would solve the crime easily when it popped up in the newspapers. What if he used to ring the police station announcing who the killer was and when they never listened to him he became more and more desperate, more and more convinced that all policemen were idiots. What if that’s why he’s so critical about the police force now. What if that’s why he clearly likes Archie.
Moreover, what if Archie is just like Sherlock? Clearly he’s clever, he solved the case. What if he’s the future Holmes, but because Sherlock listened to him when he spoke, instead of ignoring him, he’ll follow it as a passion rather than an obsession. It won’t be about proving that he’s right, about righting wrongs that happened years ago. It will be about chasing the thrilling sensation of knowing he solved the puzzle and saved the life.
Archie is what Sherlock should have been.
And no one but Sherlock will ever realise that.

The feels. Oh the feels.

amygloriouspond:

∞ Scenes of Sherlock

The point I’m trying to make is that I am the most unpleasant, rude, ignorant, and all around obnoxious asshole that anyone could possibly have the misfortune to meet. I am dismissive of the virtuous, unaware of the beautiful, and uncomprehending in the face of the happy. So if I didn’t understand I was being asked to be best man it is because I’ve never expected to be anybody’s best friend. Certainly not the best friend of the bravest, and kindest, and wisest human being I have ever had the good fortune of knowing. John, I am a ridiculous man. Redeemed only by the warmth and constancy of your friendship. But as I’m apparently your best friend, I can not congratulate you on your choice of companion. Actually, now I can. Mary, when I say you deserve this man, it is the highest compliment of which I am capable. John, you have endured war, and injury and tragic loss. So sorry again about that last one. So know this, today you sit between the woman you have made your wife, and the man you have saved; In short, the two people who love you most in all this world. And I know I speak for Mary as well when I say we will never let you down, and we have a lifetime ahead to prove that.

peterscapaldis:

#can we talk about the fact that there is a weeping angel in belgium #wearing a gas mask #looking for his mummy #holding a dalek weapon #made of WOOD