why aren’t cloaks popular
I would wear the fuck out of cloaks man
you could just swish dramatically out of boring conversations
We could make cloaks popular, people, I mean look at the notes on this. If everyone who liked/reblogged this wore a cloak we could start a trend!
it’s likely none of us go outside
They make a depressingly good point.
Here’s a serious advice. Even the nicest people have their limits. Don’t try to reach that point because the nicest people are also the scariest assholes when they’ve had enough.
I might or might not have kicked an 8 year old in the balls when I was 11 years old because he was annoying me to my breaking point.
Our teacher had the projector on and he was googling our names today in Maths so he could see and show us what came up.
He typed in Tom Bass… Nothing came up. Someone said to type in ‘tumblr’ after my name, so he typed in ‘Tom Bass Tumblr”
guess what it came up with.
In front of the whole class, and my teacher.
eating is so badass i mean you put something in a cavity where you smash and destroy it with 32 protruding bones and then a meat tentacle pushes it into a pool of acid and after a few hours later you absorb its essence and transform it in energy just wow
That is the most metal thing I have ever read in my whole life.
If I ever see any of you in public, the code is “I like your shoelaces”
that way we know we’re from tumblr without revealing anything
I’m just going to say this to strangers until i find a tumblr person
must keep reblogering!! Im going to be so suspicious if any one tells me this now!
Remember the answer is: I stole them from the president
AsylumWaiting 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.”
When Dean and Cas get married, God will be Dean’s father-in-law…
I don’t know what to do with this information.
Satan will be Dean’s brother-in-law
“Hello, this is my brother who was possessed by Satan, not to be confused with my brother-in-law who is Satan.”