Mob AU: Boss!John bought the first night of virgin!Sherlock
Please, someone tell me that some fic has been written because of these posts.
Supernatural: 8 seasons
I can’t move on…And I don’t want to
WHY IS NOBODY TALKING ABOUT THIS?
Dude. He’s awesome. That is some MF-ing SPN Hiatus Support! Someone give him a booklet of gold stars.
i love you more than you can love sammy, dean, or the (possibly) forgetting cas can. i will be your life alert and save you from your hiatus induced convulsions, i promise.
a sherlockian who loves everyone in every fandom like her babies
I got my friend into Supernatural today
Neighbors complained about hearing Carry On My Wayward Son too much
Switched to O Death
REMEMBER THE END?!?!
2014!FUTURE!CAS SAID THAT HE HAD NO POWERS
BECAUSE THE ANGELS LEFT
“NO MATTER WHAT CHOICES YOU MAKE WHATEVER DETAILS YOU ALTER YOU WILL ALWAYS END UP HERE”
- HAHAHAHAHAHA HELP
I seriously hope the writers are just mindfucking us like bosses with some slight misdirection—not that I don’t like the echoing, I really do, but sobcryow—and will pull out shit that will still blow our minds.
SPN, I’m waiting for my knees to buckle from the sheer relief or fucking shock. I know you can do it. You still surprise and touch me and pull me in. In the meantime, I’ll just enjoy the epic mindfuck and try NOT to shake anyone by the shoulders to make them understand the pain of waiting and worrying.
Man, I’m freaking pining for the comfort section of what I’m thinking of as a hurt/comfort hiatus. *wibble*
Well, well, maybe Richard Brooke was just a good actor after all.
How can I decide what’s right
when you’re clouding up my mind?
I’m afraid of what he might force me to do
The day the angels fell.
asked by anon.
this is the best post ever okay
oh shit this is brilliant
this gives me chills
Merlin can feel their power being torn away. He watches them burn, sees them fall, feels the onslaught of their pain. And he wishes, more than ever, that Arthur was by his side to help him face this.
It comes out of nowhere, plummeting to the ground. Sherlock stares for a moment before leaping forward, John following. “Aliens? Or is it a Winchester thing?”
“Aliens?!” Lestrade asks.
“Oh. No, no, no.”
“Doctor, what are those?”
“Angels. They’re falling, all of them. We need to go to America, Clara, I feel there two brothers in need of some help.”
This is how my dashboard was earlier
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