Office by Alex Penny
Hi! I'm Dark Rainbow. I am currently obsessed with Homestuck, Supernatural, Vlogbrothers, Green Day, and other stuffs. I have an amazing family, both IRL and on Tumblr. I have a soft-spot for not-humans with rusty people skills (Anya, Cas, Data, etc.) Also, I'm a proud Minion.
There may come a time when I don’t reblog this post but that day is not this day.
If I ever don’t reblog this, its because I’m dead.
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prends-la-vie-comme-elle-vient:
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.”
That was.
Beautiful
(via minion-with-a-shotgun)
the fact that kids feel physically ill and have mental breakdowns at the very idea of going to school should be a clue to some people that maybe something isnt fucking right
(Source: padaleck, via mydearchevy)
(Source: plumey, via steampoweredphoenixofthelord)
17 days of my favourite things:
day sixteen: favourite youtuber
Vlogbrothers [1/?]
(via sammy-mantha)
do u ever just make scenarios in your head that will never happen but makes you so happy so you just keep on imagining them
(Source: unfierce, via xlostlenore)
you cant be serious with this shit ahahaha
omfg
(Source: ki2clint, via kevinssecretplace4546)
do you ever just see your friends getting really close with other people and you can just feel yourself slowly becoming less important to them and you get this really deep ache in your heart and everything just hurts
(via babyangelcastiel)
characters that deserved more
than one season→ adam milligan
(via winpiestiel)
I was tagged by sammy-mantha
(via fuckyeahspn-ladies)
Hi, welcome, to the Star Trek fandom!
Whether you’re young or old, a newbie or an oldie, we welcome you!
If you became apart of it through Benedict, or through TOS, or The Next Generation, welcome!
Liked the films but never watched the series? Hi, it’s great to have you!
I know it’s going to be great serving with you, cadet. Welcome aboard the Enterprise, and don’t forget to pick up your Starfleet uniform on the way in.
*don’t grab the red ones
(via prouvairynice)
