Will Smith embarrassing Jaden has got to be one of my all time favorite things
[ 3/5 spn friendships ] - Jared Padalecki and Misha Collins
“Sitting in the Impala when Jared farts is very much one of those teaching experiences. I think we can learn so much through the suffering. Try to face it head on. Especially when you can’t roll down the window because it will fuck up the shot. Yeah, it’s nice having Jared’s foot in your crotch. It makes coming to work that much better.” - Misha Collins
There is this flooding happening in Norway now and apparently it washed up this really old burial ground, so there is a bunch of century old humans bones floating around right now.
Norway - forever the most metal country ever.
Also took my internet
And a whole trailer-park
And a bunch of houses and roads
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.”
I SWEAR TO GOD TUMBLR NEVER FUCKING CHANGE
SOMEONE WRITE MORE!!