tacoposey:

what if we just created a fandom for a tv show that doesn’t exist and we build it up really big and make a ton of inside jokes until the internet just accepts it as a real show and it starts getting included in polls and gets it’s own imdb page and a group of outsiders go crazy trying to find dl links

I present to you: Ghost Soup Infidel Blue.

pleasedtomeetyouimawhale:

I feel like if Will would just accept the stag’s friendship, it would help a lot.

This is SO WEIRD why is it so perfect I don’t understand

looselipssinksubs said: where are you going?

Peruuuuuuuu! I’m doing a field school for five weeks, which will involve being outside during the dry season for eight or nine hours a day, and a lack of hot water. It’ll be gloriously hellish.

copperbadge:

rionsanura:

You guys apparently I am now writing The Avengers as an epic in pentameter from the point of view of Thor, because I just can’t resist adding supplemental media to Coperbadge’s fics. It’s a page long, and I just barely got Thor into the quinjet to take Loki. Oops.

*maniacal laughter*

This is a wonderful idea and I am very excited for the results.

no-literally:

who-has-a-sonic-screwdriver:

hipsterclassicwho:

Imagine being a Doctor Who fan in 1966 though.

“Oh dear, what’s happening? Is the Doctor dying?

Wait.

What. The. Shit.”

My nan has been watching Doctor Who from the get-go

According to her the first regeneration made the entire country go ape-shit and she has vivid memories of her entire family being frozen in front of the TV in shock for about an hour

Doctor Who: Blowing fans’ minds long before Moffat ever arrived.

I’ve been excited about volunteering at this place in town for the last two months, and I’ve gone a couple of times, but for the last week whenever I plan to go, and get pumped to do so, I wake up feeling like death, and then I feel guilty for not going, which just makes me more sick and anxious. I finally bit the bullet and emailed the woman in charge, and said look, I’m really sorry but my anxiety has been unexpectedly bad and I haven’t been able to do much lately. I need to keep reminding myself that I’m not lazy, and I’m allowed to let go of commitments if it means that they are keeping me from functioning.

defilerwyrm:

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ghostanswers:

buttermilkqueen:

subway??? no man this is domway. we tell you how you want your sandwich and u shut up and eat it.

This is domway, where we pre-negotiate how the sandwich will be made with your full understanding of the ingredients and their usual consequences. If the worst happens and you don’t like the sandwich you can use a safeword, we’ll remove it and immediately stop lunch. Then we’ll remake it for you the way you like, with plenty of communication to avoid those ingredients in the future. That way you can build a foundation of trust with us, and enjoy yourself by safely giving yourselves into the hands of other sandwich-makers who have proven their responsibility and compassion with your dietary needs.

victoriousvocabulary:

DROMOMANIA

[noun]

also known as travelling fugue: an uncontrollable psychological urge to wander. People with this condition spontaneously depart from their routine, travel long distances and take up different identities and occupations. Months may pass before they return to their former identities. The term comes from the Greek: dromos (running) and mania (insanity).

[RHADS]

Oh my god, these are gorgeous. Fourth from the bottom reminds me of one of the universes where Nita practices finding kernels in A Wizard Alone.

no-literally:

aglassfullofhappiness:

Hannibal, Translated: He’s like Picasso 2.0, okay

My friend Lydia’s probably right in her assumptions I’m too wimpy/easily grossed out to handle this show. But HOW MUCH do I love the insane fandom coming out of it?

amisdelespace:

The excitable, oddly-dressed stranger had turned up at the station early Monday morning, reporting the theft of a large blue box. Ordinarily nobody would have taken any notice of the complaint, except it had arrived hard on the heels of an apparent break-and-enter near a café in the Place Saint-Michel, where there had been rumors of revolutionary activity to begin with. To Javert, it had sounded like a simple open-and-shut case.

Three galaxies and forty-two million years later, he was beginning to regret his decision.