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anigrrrl2:

thememacat:

sherlockstuff:

Martin struts around in Mᴀʀᴛɪɴ Fʀᴇᴇᴍᴀɴ Gᴏᴇs Tᴏ Mᴏᴛᴏᴡɴ

[more strutting]

See? He walks like that even when he’s not playing John Watson. (Ahem* clears throat noisily…)

His flip flops, tho. Man can fucking swagger in flip flops. He’s just got so much game. 

(via 221bsherlock)

comealongpie:

imagine harry being harry and saying something sassy to ron and hermione but they don’t find it funny

then three tables across the gryffindor’s, they hear draco laugh

(via williamsherlockscottwatsonholmes)

taggianto:

savagesundown:

dragoninatrenchcoat:

queasyillustrator:

jim how did you even

jim just lost all faith in humanity

Seb stared at Saint Peter in disbelief, and then anger. “What? No, I can’t go in there!”
The taller man— angel?— gave a sort of shrug. “You’re good at heart.”
“Bullshit,” Sebastian growled, crossing his arms. “I mean, I’ve spent half my life making /sure/ I didn’t….”
The angel cocked his head. “And why’s that?”
Sebastian grew quiet. A moment of silence passed between the two of them, outside the golden gates. “Because of him.”
Peter opened his mouth to answer, when a shoe- a very fucking expensive shoe- flew over Sebastian’s head. It’s thrower stood on the other side of the gates wearing Westwood and aviators, and something between a scowl and a maniac grin. “Oi, over here, you dolt!”
Sebastian forced himself to drag his eyes away from Jim for just a moment to throw an accusatory glance at the saint. “How the fucking hell did /he/…”
Peter chuckled. “Apparently, he’s got some dirt on The Big Guy.”

Perfect fanartfic is perfect.

taggianto:

savagesundown:

dragoninatrenchcoat:

queasyillustrator:

jim how did you even

jim just lost all faith in humanity

Seb stared at Saint Peter in disbelief, and then anger. “What? No, I can’t go in there!”

The taller man— angel?— gave a sort of shrug. “You’re good at heart.”

“Bullshit,” Sebastian growled, crossing his arms. “I mean, I’ve spent half my life making /sure/ I didn’t….”

The angel cocked his head. “And why’s that?”

Sebastian grew quiet. A moment of silence passed between the two of them, outside the golden gates. “Because of him.”

Peter opened his mouth to answer, when a shoe- a very fucking expensive shoe- flew over Sebastian’s head. It’s thrower stood on the other side of the gates wearing Westwood and aviators, and something between a scowl and a maniac grin. “Oi, over here, you dolt!”

Sebastian forced himself to drag his eyes away from Jim for just a moment to throw an accusatory glance at the saint. “How the fucking hell did /he/…”

Peter chuckled. “Apparently, he’s got some dirt on The Big Guy.”

Perfect fanartfic is perfect.

(Source: queesie, via thescienceofjohnlock)

silversora:

If a dead ancestor doesn’t appear in the sky to stop me, it can’t be that bad of a decision

(via agentrodgers)

cramp:

thequeenandthephoenix:

cum-fraiche:

troyesivan:

STILL TRUE

i appreciate that he used a black, lesbian couple and their beautiful black baby to illustrate this point because i am damn tired of neil patrick harris being the face of queer struggle

^^ exactly. It’s important.

one of the many reasons i love troye sivan

(Source: middletonroyalty, via mrakgatiss)

marginalising:

NOT EVERYTHING IS ABOUT A GOD DAMN RELATIONSHIP AND LOSING WEIGHT AND BEING BEAUTIFUL FOR GODS SAKE GO OUTSIDE AND ROB A STORE AND FEEL ALIVE AS YOU RUN AWAY FROM SECURITY

(Source: jdandachi, via asian)