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I love How Uther just has to toast himself on a job well done whenever he sentences someone to death



Gwen is a witch.  Just sentenced her to death.  Yessss.


Ugh, found out Lancelot is such a liar.  Throw him in jail.


All right!  Caught 2 more Druids.  Sentenced to death.  Good job, me.


Gwen’s father with gold?  Obviously sorcery.  Caught and executed.


Alvarr’s a dick.  And a sorcerer.  In jail, sentenced to death.  What a great day.


Almost died, still bedridden, but sentenced Gaius’s girlfriend to death.  Cheers to me.


Uther may have a drinking problem

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PSA if you send me nice messages and i don’t respond

there is a 100% chance i saw it and it made me super duper uber happy but i have no idea how to respond and i will let it sit in my inbox for days or weeks and smile when i see it but still have no idea how to respond 

there is a 0% chance that you annoyed me and i don’t like you. 

Jul 23,2014
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A while ago whilst watching supernatural, I began to wonder about the burning-on-the-ceiling deaths and why on earth their stomachs bled, which then led to to the possible horrifying conclusion that the women targeted may have been pregnant at the time.

John and Mary had a baby but you never know, they could have accidentally made another

The woman who narrowly escaped this fate was part of a new family with a new baby and again there’s the possibility.

Finally there’s Jess, her and Sam would have had a sexual relationship and again there could have been a small moose growing in her tummy.

Obviously if this even a possibility the pregnancy would be just starting and unknown to the mother and father, but it would explain the whole bloody stomach thing

Or this may just be me putting more pain into an already painful situation


Okay but what if Sam thought of that too.

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#this is the most disturbingly normal photo of famous people i have ever seen #they look like a bunch of cousins at a book shop #stop ruining the illusion of show business guys #you’re supposed to look famous all of the time

#it’s like the weekly stark day out or something #catelyn has insisted they take this picture because she’s started scrap booking #except theon is in his teen rebellion stage and refuses to look at the camera #robb is being the good eldest son #sansa just likes cameras and arya still has a few years of cute left#then there’s jon snow #just glad to be here

Jul 23,2014
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am I sick from anxiety or am I actually physically ill? a memoir by me

am i lazy or horribly depressed: the sequel

does everyone hate me or am I just very insecure: the completion of the trilogy

And the riveting companion anthology of short stories: Am I Actually Getting Better or am I Ignoring My Problems

Jul 23,2014
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Those people who constantly reblog your stuff but you never really talk:


I do notice my regulars. You guys are the best.

"Regulars" makes me feel like a bar-tender…

Wiping down my dash at the end of an evening, I see your read-more, over-hear your rant in the tags, so I pour you a drink.

"…what’s troubling you, kid?"

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do you ever realize that there was a moment when your mom or dad put you down as a baby and never picked you up again

I told my mom about this and she walked over and picked me up I am a 22 year old adult woman

Jul 23,2014
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i don’t mean to brag or anything, but the 7th harry potter book was dedicated to me

Jul 23,2014
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Comic Con: knock knock
Me: who's there
Comic Con: not you lol

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Love Sherlock’s reactions here. His whole life, his brother has been making him feel like he’s less than, stupid, unworthy, weak…typical elder brother stuff but with the added problem of Mycroft being a genius who can assemble the perfect put-down at a given moment, to maximize Sherlock’s agony. Sherlock probably gave up long ago on trying to fight back.

Mycroft delivers his zinger, Sherlock is looking at the floor, round-shouldered, bracing for impact. John bats the threat out of the air without a second thought; of course he’s completely unafraid of skinny, brainy Mycroft because Mycroft poses ZERO threat to him, like come on, let’s not kid ourselves. John vollies back, Sherlock raises his head, looks at John…Oh, right. You’re not afraid of him. He can’t hurt you like he can me.

Then Sherlock laughs, partly because John has bested the brother who has always made him feel small—in a war of words, no less!—and partly because he’s finally, finally got someone to back him up. Sherlock spent his life apart, alone, without a “gang” (only grudgingly, he and Mycroft were their own gang by default, but neither tolerated the other unless absolutely necessary to join forces to ensure survival).

John has just reminded Sherlock: I’m on your side. We’re a team.

even though I think Sherlock can give as many insults as he receives from Mycroft, I wholeheartedly agree, I love it when John so clearly takes a stand for John - especially for Sherlock as the younger brother :]

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