alanrickmandaily:
The smartest thing anyone has ever said in ever.
Martin: What a depressing thought.
Arthur: No, no, it's not though, because those sort of things happen all the time, whereas you're hardly ever, you know, blissfully happy with the love of your life in the moonlight, and when you are, you're too busy worrying about it being over soon, whereas the bath moments, there's loads of those!
I wonder who considers me a friend on here.
So I became a confetti instead..
So I became a confetti instead..
rachel4revenge: castiel-sherlock-watson: holmes brothers by...
holmes brothers by ~cosom
Mycroft : he is my baby brother
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consultingdoctorr: thecityofpaper: #That awkward moment when...
anastasiasmemories: gred-forge-weasley: Tears are forming, I...
Tears are forming, I can feel them forming… oh my god they’re coming. I can’t see…
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hattler: nothing-rhymes-with-ianto: allhailgodtiss: One of...
Put a TV Show in my ask box and I'll answer:
- Favourite character
- Least favourite character
- Favourite couple
- Least favourite couple
- Favourite Season
- Least favourite season
- Favourite episode
- Least favourite episode
- Favourite friendship
- Favourite OTP
- Favourite Anti-friendship
- Favourite Hurry-up-and-have-babies-already
221b-grimmauld-place: Alone on the Water
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I was supposed to rewrite my english essay but then I realized I had no pens at all…..so now...
I was supposed to rewrite my english essay but then I realized I had no pens at all…..so now I’m laughing hysterically.
If you support gay marriage reblog this. If you're on the homophobic side, keep scrolling.
If you’re homophobic, then why are you on Tumblr?
fuchsimeon: hurryupmerlin: SOUNDS LEGIT That would explain a...
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dederants: behindtintedglass: behindtintedglass: I will play...
I will play you, Sherlock Holmes. I will play you, and you will cry out for me, you will sing for me, and together we will make the sweetest, most decadent music together, the notes and scales and arpeggios of your dark, disturbed heart, until I have wrung out all the pieces and measures and your heart is no more, no more, no more, and there is nothing left but you and me in the silence. And I am all that you will know. And I am all you will ever need.
Surrender to me, Sherlock Holmes. And I will play you.
There is a part of me that is fighting, struggling, clawing to get out, a part of me that’s flashing all the warning signs that this is all wrong, wrong, wrong.
I want to scream. I feel so open, exposed, violated… and he hasn’t even touched me yet.
A part of me is repulsed. Disgusted. Ashamed.
Afraid.
And yet…
A part of me… wants to know the answer. It is the unknown that seduces me the most after all.
And I don’t know what I will sound like… if he will play me.
Will the sounds that will burst out of my throat as he will slowly stroke me and tenderly saw through my skin be dissonant chords that pierce through the unified music of the orchestra of this mad, mundane world…
Or will the sounds, in fact, form an operatic masterpiece this ignorant world has yet to hear? Will there be, in fact, a standing ovation at the end, the applause and the spotlight we both crave so desperately?
I wait as he positions the bow. I want to scream. Everything is so quiet. So still. So lifeless.
Even inside my own mind.
For once… the monsters inside my mind are… silent.
It feels so very dangerous to be this vulnerable.
I have… never felt more alive.
OMFG.