my favorite thing about hiatuses is the way the fans go a bit dormant, and hide under mountains of fics and rewatches and other shows
but then something happens, filming starts, and suddenly
what happened to the sherlock fandom and why didn’t we go dormant we’ve just been sitting here losing our minds
Dormancy is boring
when bananas rot they secrete stuff that makes other fruit including bananas near them rot faster
that’s so fucked up that is murder suicide
bananas commit murder suicidethat’s pretty fucking metal
me arriving at the gates of hell
au where gatsby and nick get married and gatsby’s vows are all addressed to old sport and when the preacher asks if he takes nicholas carraway to be his lawfully wedded husband, gatsby just stands there in confusion for a few minutes and eventually confesses that he has no idea who nicholas carraway is he’s here to marry old sport
i wonder if there’s an actual heaven and if there’s an actual angel called Castiel up there who’s just like “FOR FUCKS SAKE CAN THESE TEENAGERS STOP CALLING ME”
what if the smut fics reach him like prayers
i am reminded that english is a flawed language every time I am forced to use “that that” in a sentence
and had had
and do do
hahaHA u said doo doo
Today, April 22nd, 2013, is the third anniversary of Gabe’s death.
Take a moment to sob and cry today.
And then eat a fuckton of candy and sweets, because he wouldn’t want you to mourn.
is it petsmart or petsmart
browsing tumblr while on post limit is like a recovering alcoholic staring into the window of a bar