can we please take a minute to appreciate jared in this gif. i mean jensen and misha are over there leaping like princesses and jareds just like awkward 360 arm spin moose jump
This is a mash-up I did of Florence + The Machine’s “Blinding” from the album “Lungs” and the theme and sound clips from Doctor Who, specifically the episode “Blink.” This song always reminds me of the Weeping Angels and it turns out the Doctor Who theme and “Blinding” are in the same key. So why not? Let me know what you think. :)
Also, this was my first time using GarageBand, so don’t hate me!
Actually you know what, skip the eargasm and go straight to orgasm and don’t forget to collect your $200.
OH MY GOD IEFJOEWJHFUWIOH, I love Florence so much, I’m Whovian, best of both fucking world, I’m flipping out
OH NO YOU DI INT
OH YES YOU DID
OH GOD I’M DYING
OH MY GOD THIS IS TOO GOOD ADFADAFSAS
bbc is littered with tons of shows that lasted for like one season or had just a handful of episodes and then there’s fuckin doctor who it’s like it sucked up the lifetimes of all the other shows and absorbed them into itself
along with all of the British actors
(Source: self-flagellation)
run-a-possessive-hetalia-fangirl:
run-a-possessive-hetalia-fangirl:
Anything you can ship I can ship harder
I can ship anything harder than you
no you cant
BITCH YES THE FUCK I CAN
NO YOU FUCKING CANT YOU LITTLE SHIT
i ship it
otp
(Source: hetaliantomato)
└ Joan and Sherlock meet
This is the only genderbend I’ve ever seen that looks super accurate, woah. Like, Sherlock wouldn’t be a beautiful, curly haired temptress that I’ve seen her drawn/cast as. She’d be like this, hair in a messy ponytail (to get it out of the way of experiments) and modest clothes. And just look at Joan, what a cutie. Super average sense of clothing, practical haircut. Aaaah good fan-casting makes me happy.
I love how the Ood is like ‘Dammit translator ball!’ and just hits it
This is why I really, really love the Ood.
Favorite Doctor Who scene.
The most misunderstood creatures in the fandom…
OOOODDDLLLLYYYY OOOODDDDSS
(Source: retlawdisigny)
It’s late on a saturday night. The air is cool and crisp in Dublin, and filled with the shouts and laughs of Dubliners on their way out to clubs and bars. A girl walks down the street, huddled in on herself against the cold, and makes her way to the local pizza place, sighing with quiet relief at the welcoming warmth that washes over her when she enters.
She briefly looks down the menu and then approaches the counter. The young teen behind the counter looks up and smiles vaguely at her, flipping his ridiculous fringe out of his eyes.
“Hi,” he smiles automatically. “What can I get you?”
The girl returns the smile politely. “Can I get a Killer Supreme to go, please?”
The boy’s bubbly smile falters. “Are…Are you sure you want that?” he asks, hesitantly. “It’s not…uh…” he flails for something to say, “It’s not very tasty.”
She raises her eyebrow skeptically, smiling. “I’ll risk it.”
The pizza boy chews on his lip, deliberating over whether he should give her the order, and then he sighs.
“Alright. Okay. SCAPEGRACE!” he hollers.
There’s a scuffling from the back of the kitchen, the sound of cardboard boxes tumbling to the floor, and then a hopeful screech of “AM I WANTED?”
“Yeah, you’re wanted,” the pizza boy sighs wearily, shooting an apologetic look at the girl.
A pretty girl emerges, stumbling, from the back room, disheveled and wearing a shirt and suit trousers that hang off her. She has a maddened look in her eye, and an insane grin to match.
“HELLO!” she cries, stumbling awkwardly to the counter as if surprised by her own limbs.
The girl stares back and forth between the disheveled girl and the pizza boy. “Uh…”
The disheveled woman beams at the pizza boy. “Is this the one who wants me?”
The boy rolls his eyes, scrubbing a hand down his face. “Yeah.”
“What’s her name?”
The pizza boy turns questioningly to look at the girl, who opens and closes her mouth a few times, too confused to speak, before blurting “Laura. I’m…uh, I’m Laura.”
“Laura,” the disheveled girl, Scapegrace or something, says as if tasting the name on her tongue. “Laura.”
Laura blinks rapidly, more than slightly shocked at the turn of events. “I’m sorry,” she babbles, “but what is going on here? All I want is my Kill-“
“I AM THE KILLER SUPREME!” Scapegrace suddenly screeches, making Laura jump and the pizza boy just roll his eyes in exasperation.
“What?“
“You asked for the Killer Supreme?”
“…Yeah…”
“WELL THEN!”
“I meant…A pizza…”
The girl, the…Killer Supreme, tries to roll her eyes, but only one of them rolls, the other one still fixed on Laura. Laura tries not to visibly recoil.
“You didn’t specify though, did you?”
“I thought it would be…I thought it’d be pretty obvious.”
“Obviously not. So now you’ve got me!” The Killer Supreme beams, and then suddenly flings herself across the counter, catching her foot on the till and falling flat onto the ground at Laura’s feet.
Laura throws her hands up in the air. “That’s it. That is it. I don’t know what you two are playing at but all I wanted was pizza, not some crazy woman in a suit!”
“I am the Killer Supreme!” the Killer Supreme warbles as she face-plants the floor.
“Shut up! This is ridiculous. You’re both weirdos. I’m out of here,” Laura snaps, and turns on her heal, marching out the door and back into the cold.
There’s silence in the pizzeria for a long, long time, then:
“Sorry, dude. Maybe next time, eh?”
Scapegrace sighs, still not having moved from her position on the floor.
“It’s okay,” he whispers, heartbroken. “It’s okay.”
you know how people always go to bars to watch football games wouldn’t it be nifty is there were bars where we could watch spn and they served really gr8 burgers and pie and the place was decorated to look really sketchy
fandom bars are the wave of the future my friends.
A Sherlock pub with the 221b wallpaper on the wall, and a smiley face spray painted above the bar. Instead of playing darts you get to shoot the wall.
i don’t think i’ve anything to say really
(Source: derek-landy)
