yannmmm:

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cadney:

My coordinate from New York City.
The idea was to put together a coordinate loosely based off “Lala” of the Little Twin Stars.

whereisyourpippinnow:

moriartyhasmysuit:

superwholocked-inthe-garrison:

i-just-have-one:

What people don’t realize is that Sherlock is constantly mocked and bullied.  His flatmates meet him, realize he’s hard to be around and leave.  He doesn’t have any friends, his own brother only seems to care for him because he’s family and might cause a bad image, but otherwise doesn’t give a flying fuck about him.

At work, he’s called ‘freak’ and his deductions are doubted even after they’ve seen hundreds of solved cases under his reign.  Lestrade is only his friend because he’s useful, he calls Sherlock a right git and doesn’t do anything to stop Donovan or Anderson from mocking him and making his job harder.

Ms.Hudson is his landlady, the second person who doesn’t show outright care for him, but to a mind like Sherlock, he assumes it’s because she feels indebted to him.  It doesn’t make sense for her to actually care about him, he’s ‘heartless’ and ‘freakish’ to everyone around him so why would a sweet old lady care about him?

Above all, Sherlock is utterly lonely.  He’s got his experiments, he’s got his work, where he’s bullied and mocked so much that he promptly ignores and then he has the occasional flatmate that try to befriend him and suddenly stop caring when they’ve had enough.

And then there’s John Watson.  Sherlock expects him to leave, that’s why in the beginning, he’s more charming then usual, winking at him when he leaves, smiling when they go to check out 221b and getting reservations for dinner.  After the drugs bust, Sherlock is sure John will leave— not even Mycroft cared when he found out about the addiction and at least part of Sherlock is craving attention.

Sherlock is probably the most lonely person on the show.  Not John, the quiet blogger.  Not Lestrade, the man invested in work when it’s his division.  Not Ms.Hudson in her quiet dusting and “Not your housekeeper”s.  Not even Molly with her silent wanting for Sherlock.   Finding John was probably the best thing that could happen to him.

Can u not pls

dont

latinlolitas:

Hoshi

Argentina

Rumi~

torn-and-frayed-wings:

the-winchester-initiative:

spookypurgatory:

#sam’s face in the last one CRACKS MY SHIT UP #like #’bitch are you kidding me how many times did I pray for this guy’ #’AND HE COMES FOR MY BROTHER WHO CALLS HIM A FEATHERY ASS’ #’I give up I quit their stupid love affair is not worth thIS STRESS GOD’ #oh sam i love you so much #cas and dean

Poor Sam.

That smile in the first gif still freaking SLAYS me <3 <3

jfashionmagazines:

KERA June 2013

lucythewhite:

angels on Flickr.

Outfit:
skirt: Juliette et justine,
tights: Innocent World,
everything else: offbrand;

archangel-bonding:

Yesterday was Tuesday, right? But today is Tuesday too!

The fact we STILL reblog these posts every Tuesday five seasons later should be convincing enough to bring Gabriel back already

yeeitsanna:

superwholock-is-the-new-sexy:

severedhead-justteaformethanks:

pineappledean:

thebrotherswinchester:

just-be-my-soul:

sams-soul:

SPN FANDOM TRADITION: ALWAYS. REBLOG. ON. TUESDAY.

DO WANT THIS TRADITION TO STAY FOREVER IN THIS FANDOM

ALWAYS.

My alarm clock ringtone is heat of the moment. But only for tuesdays. I guess I’m a masochist.

kilionmywaywardthorin:

istherenothingyouwouldnotdo:

Let me explain you a thing.

When I say I adore Misha Collins, I don’t mean because he’s attractive or funny (though that comes into it), I mean because he is a genuinely nice person.

I was at Asylum 10 this weekend, and for Misha’s autographs he wasn’t allowed to personalise things because of time constraints which is fair enough. However, when I was getting mine, I managed to blurt out (I mean it I was shaking really hard) how important it was to meet him, as Asylum 10 was a goal for me not to kill myself.

The second I said that he stopped writing and looked up at me, and his response was:

“You need better goals.” I almost laughed but I was really trying not to cry, so I responded with:

“No. I don’t.” At this point, he reached across the table and grabbed my hand, pen still off the paper. He looked up at me, shaking and almost crying and smiled and said the simplest thing. At this point he let my hand go.

“See you next year?” I nodded, I was shaking really hard and I picked up the picture and went to leave, but he grabbed my hand again and pulled me back a little. He asked for my name and then wrote what it says on the top left hand corner. He squeezed my hand and smiled and then let me go.

no, I’m not crying

it’s just Misha Collins and his kindness and his big heart in my eye