clawsandfangs:

the nordic gods are real and their last name is skarsgård

Have you ever thought about how many people think about you? It’s so bizarre. Imagine someone, out of the blue, thinking of your face. Something happens; they remember you. Your favorite song, how you dress, the way you talk, the look in your eyes when you are happy. They remember that about you, even if you haven’t seen each other in years. Everything in life is a reminder of a person, a place, a moment. You may think you’ve forgotten, but you haven’t. 

steven-moffat:

grim-bark-tier:

lordwhat:

There should be a show called “You’ll Never Find Out” where each week there’s a new story with a new set of characters and it always ends on a cliffhanger.

Well hello there satan

loungezombie:

gatiss:

lastofthetimeladies:

breakfastatbequiettiffany:

bawbag:

In primary school when you and your friend would pretend to sharpen your pencils to have a chat at the bin

This is the most UK-centric sentence I’ve ever seen written

In primary school when you and your mate would pretend to sharpen your woody pointy writer-downers to have a jolly good chin wag at the bin

In primary school when crikey mate barbecue hugh jackman schooner arvo creek billabong kangaroo drop bear bin 

usbdongle:

accepting your attraction to yet another fictional character

parrotcakes:

IF EVERYONE BECAME HOTTER EVERY TIME THEY WERE A GOOD PERSON AND BECAME UGLY WHEN THEY DID HORRIBLE SHIT OH MY GOD

watchtheskytonight:

bootylecki:

why does supernatural happen to good people

only on tumblr can the noun be changed into a verb and people still understand it