Scarlet Michelle, but it's Miss Scarlet to you
In the conservatory... I have cake
Things you will see on this blog:
*Music-there will be music stuff. I love so many bands (or not enough bands)
*the Whedonverse-Buffy, Dollhouse etc.
*some other random stuff =)
I love too much, but I love with everything I've got. I can also kick your butt if you give me reason to :) But I promise I don't bite... hard
I’m also studying Youth Work, so sometimes I might say some actual serious stuff, but I’ll try and keep those posts to the NevrWalkAlone Tumblr
''Just Funtabulate it!''
Reblogged from youresuchagoober
AsylumWaiting 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.”
Reblogged from shadowhive
The Avengers: A Documentary
In theatres now
WHERE EVERYONE IS PLAYING THEMSELVES Y’ALL
Chris Evans is too much for me to handle sometimes
The hammer is my penis
TELL ME THAT MJOLNIR PENIS COMIC STRIP DID NOT ACTUALLY HAPPEn ohmygod
Reblogged from theskywasmadeofamethyst
i am so jealous of europeans
three hours of travel and they’re in a whole different country, a whole different culture like seriously
three hours of travel and i’m in another town that’s just like mine
except three hours away
in australia you just end up three hours into the neighbours cattle station with no sign of water