Dreamland So I’m on vacation… (Part 2) So I’m still in Florida on vacation. After recovering from “cheers” enough to be in public again, we went to eat/get lost. After finally finding the place and eating we were heading back. We had stopped to wait for it to be safe the road when a couple came towards us. Where were they from? You guessed it, England. They asked us if it was illegal here to cross the roads without waiting for the signal. We said yes, and we talked on that for a little while until they had to part. At that time the man said, “Well, this is us, cheerio!” I died. Then on top of that we saw about four other groups of English people! This is not good for my health, or the English people stay in the room adjoined to ours.
So I’m on vacation… Right now I am vacationing in Florida. As a graduation present, my parents got me tickets to an anime convention. As we were caring our stuff to the elevator there was another family waiting. It was made up of a wife, husband, daughter, and son. The son was playing around all excitedly, and the mother scolded him gently. As she did I noted that her vowels were that of someone living in England, but I didn’t know if that was just a fluke of the phrase chosen. So we all got on the elevator to ride. Then the man asked us what floor. His vowels sound different than hers, almost Irish. That proved my ears weren’t playing tricks on me the first time. So I fangirled a bit on the inside, but I was able to remain calm. Then we reached our floor. He asked us if this was the correct one. I nodded and told him yes. To that he replied, “Cheers”. It was then that I barely made it off with a calm face. I even went in the wrong direction out of pure frazzlement. To you that might sound silly but I couldn’t help it. I’ve just always wanted someone to say “cheers” to me. So yeah, now that you are wondering why you follow me, I shall bid you adieu.  the-consulting-hedgehog:
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Pocahontas makes a new friend.
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omeglelock:
radiolocked:
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memory-palace:
Sherlock fandom still going strong. In 1911.
If your surname is Holmes, you are duty-bound to do this. Sherrinfords, Sigers, Violets and Enolas are also acceptable.
These guys parents are AWESOME.
Sherlock is older than Mycroft here. Awww.
this fandom
even in 1911
Oh my god.
Well, we are the oldest fandom. (via emptyspaaace) Reblog if you think Benedict Cumberbatch is great televisionismydivision:
I have his fan mail address and plan on sending him a letter along with a screenshot of this post to prove how truly brilliant we all think he is.
So please reblog if you think he is talented/intelligent/handsome/interesting/or anything else you can think of! (Feel free to add adjectives!)
Also, I would like to be able to send this at the beginning of June. Thank you all!
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omg…..right in the feels smalls…
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Sweet Odin on a pogo stick - MARTY THIS IS PERFECT.
Loki strode through the museum, smirking to himself, London was going to be the perfect place to start this entire production.
He rounded a corner and hoisted his staff, swinging it through fully two-hundred-and-seventy degrees to connect with the security guard’s face even as the man turned to question him, sending him flying. The body slid along the marble floor and came to a halt in the middle of the crowd - silence fell as he glared around at the men and women in evening wear.
Then someone screamed and the panic began.
Sherlock and John, at the back of the room, didn’t even have to look at each other.
“Should we-“
“Absolutely.” Sherlock cut his blogger off before catching John by one cuff and dragging him through the crowd, out a side door and almost slamming bodily into Dean Winchester, lurking in the shadows as usual.
“Do I even want to know what you’re doing here?”
“He bought me. Something about an event that I can help out with?” Dean jerked a thumb over his shoulder and Sherlock leaned to one side, biting back a groan as he spotted the man in the glasses and the brown pin-striped suit, sonic screwdriver hanging at his side as he observed the chaos with one eyebrow raised.
“Is that-” John began, but Sherlock cut him off, again.
“Yes, it is, now be quiet!”
LokI strode through the crowd, allowing his outfit to morph from the suit-and-tie to his leather and metal Asgardian ensemble, complete with his massive horned helmet. He then proceeded to cast a half-dozen copies of himself around the square, herding the panicked crowd back into a confined space before slamming the staff onto the ground.
“Kneel before me.”
Lestrade, at the edge of the crowd, recognised the threat immediately and began shouting for people to obey.
“Do as he says!”
“KNEEL!” Loki shouted, not even acknowledging the D.I.’s attempts to get the rest of the humans present to do as he said.
Sherlock, just out of sight, poked his head around the edge of the building and his eyes widened in shock as he saw that the man who had just moments ago been in a rather dapper bespoke suit was now dressed in black leather and gold, holding a staff that emitted a strange blue light and raising his hands above the now-kneeling crowd, beginning a speech about how this was the natural state of humanity.
“Loki?” The Doctor’s eyebrows drew together as he recognised the green-eyed god, and Dean chuckled.
“Look at the guy’s helmet.”
“Do you really think now is the best time to joke, Dean?” Sherlock demanded, even as John tugged at his cuff, attempting to get his attention - there was a holographic copy of the god approaching the four of them, in the alley behind the museum. They were about to be caught.
“Sorry.” Dean muttered, just as the Loki-copy found them.
PERFECT
oh my sweet supertime lokilock :O
(Source: letmartyhandlethis, via hoarding-hamsters-burrow) (Source: , via nostalgiaunicorn) - Parents:Oh look! Wouldn't this be a nice grad gift?
- Me:What?
- Parents:You love Harry Potter, right?
- Me:Yes!
- Parents:Well since they didn't open when they were suppose to last time and you had planed on going to Universal just for that, we thought you'd like to go!
- Me:That's awesome!!! So I get to go to the Con and Universal?!
- Parents:Well this is a big step in your life. You deserve it.
- And few days later... Dad can't go
- Mom:Is that okay?
- Me:Yeah, I understand. I'll miss him.
- Mom:Well, we'll go with him later. Do do you want to go to Universal or Sea World now?
- Me:I don't care.
- Mom buys tickets to Universal
- Me:YAAAAAY!!!
- Mom:YAAAAY!!
- Dad:You guys suck. I hate you.
- Mom:I'm sorry.
- Me:....
- Mom:Okay we aren't going.
- ME:?!?!?!?!
- My Thoughts:What the?! Um.... Whose grad gift was this? Thanks for just dangling happiness in front of my nose before taking it away. I love you but really?!
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krstaley:
Since when the fuck were they this well animated?
DAAAAMNNN JAMES, CAN YOU BE ANY SEXIER
james marry me goddammit
jessie you are so fierce i can’t
flawless babies
James I know what I’ve said but can you just love me down please thank
THIS is why I have such a crush on James
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Bike Culture by Mike Joos
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