veganemelda:

panic-at-the-order-of-the-tardis:

Your day just got better and you’re welcome.

(Source: uncomfortableconfusion)

(Source: sandandglass)

cloudwatchingangels:

fionapondwilliams:

prends-la-vie-comme-elle-vient:

~~Asylum~~ Waiting Room of the Big Three.

it’s funny because it looks like the sherlock fandom are sane here

Sherlock bustled about the kitchen, throwing a cupboard door open and pushing aside a box of nicotine patches to retrieve two mismatched mugs. A kettle whistled plaintively in the background, like it had been trying to draw attention to itself for a while now. Setting the mugs aside, Sherlock absently pulled the kettle off the stove, poured tea into the two mugs, and carried them into the living room.

Doctor Who was sprawled over the same chair it had collapsed into last night, when it had appeared at the door muttering inanely about lost regenerations and knackered navigations systems. It made a whining noise as Sherlock tucked the shock blanket it had thrown off in the night back around its shoulders.

Supernatural was in similar straits, curled up on the floor with a throw pillow and a tattered trench coat around its shoulders and alternating between sobbing and muttering about domesticity potential.

A thudding on the stairs indicated the ruckus had finally awoke Merlin, who poked its head into the room, hair sticking up at all angels as it tied its scarf around its neck. Blinking blearily at the mess, it seemed to realize what had occurred when it picked up a discarded bow-tie from the floor, holding it between forefinger and thumb, “Is it that time already?”

“It was bad this year,” Sherlock whispered, trying not to exacerbate the already fragile fandoms under its care.

“I remember what that was like,” Merlin muttered, running a hand through its hair and pulling a cape off the nearby coat rack, “I’ll go to the store. We’re out of milk again. May as well pick up some fish fingers, custard, and salt.”

Supernatural gurgled something quietly.

“No, I won’t forget the pie.”

(Source: demondetoxmanual)

‎Mom hands me phone to answer

Me:

Hello?
Telemarketer:

Hello, is your mother home?
Me:

I have no mother.
Her:

Well can I speak to your father?
Me:

Yeah, which one?
Her:

Which one is home?
Me:

Well they're both home..but I don't think you want to talk to Carlos. He just went through a breakup with his boyfriend, Antonio.
Her:

Oh, so your fathers' names are Carlos and Antonio?
Me:

No, no! My fathers' names are Carlos and Mark.
Her:

So who's Antonio?
Me:

I just told you, Carlos's ex.
Her:

So Carlos was cheating?
Me:

Yes, but that's only because Mark was cheating with Edith, our neighbor.
Her:

So Carlos cheated only because Mark cheated?
Me:

No, he THOUGHT Mark was cheating.
Her:

So Mark wasn't cheating?
Me:

I never said that.
Her:

Yes, yes you did!
Me:

No I didn't.
Her:

Y-yes! You did!
Me:

Did what?
Her:

Y-you- Never mind have a nice day, goodbye.