j-g-l:

To wake up from that after, after years, after decades… after we’d become old souls thrown back into youth like that… I knew something was wrong with her. She just wouldn’t admit it. Eventually, she told me the truth. She was possessed by an idea, this one, very simple idea, that changed everything. That our world wasn’t real. That she needed to wake up to come back to reality, that, in order to get back home, we had to kill ourselves.

bad-wolf-tardis:

now where have i seen that face in gif 2?

oh right

tortoisebutt:

#on this week’s episode of hannibal #dr. lecter psycho analyzes his fandom

leighway:

sorry:

Do not reach for the stars. They are giant balls of fiery gas. Waste of time.

#ok bones

jmkitsune:

allonsy221b:

heresyourhost:

If inconvenient, reblog anyway.

Could be dangerous

whole-new-meaning:

kanayanya:

ofdemonsandtimelords:

[ x | x | x | x | x | x | x | x | x ]

nonono i’m gonna cry

MATTERED 


MATTERS

I’m a dancin’ man and I just can’t lose.

beepony:

artekka:

fapoleon-bonerparte:

I was doing research on Napoleon when I found it again

My favorite picture of him

“Try to beat me THIS time, Russia!!!”

I just laughed out loud at this for 5 minutes

bealli62:

youcantsaymylastname:

mor-iarty:

Just noticed this in A Scandal in Belgravia, during the Christmas party when Sherlock is deducing the present in Molly’s bag for her ‘boyfriend’ and John knows straight away it’s for Sherlock and looks really sad for her.

Not only sad but terrified that Sherlock was about to rip her apart.

John sees more than he’s given credit for.

iwasasononce:

satan asks baby jesus for help

thorki-hiddlesworth:

another rousing game of ‘were you in my brother or was my brother in you?’

whitelies-and-whitelines-x:

notmydate:

Martin Freeman:  you gotta admit he’s got range.

He is so badass that I cry