“Ah, yes, my psychiatrist, Hax Murderer. He has been helping me profile this ax murderer.”
|—||An interesting criticism of The Weeping Angels by FeministFiction, The Angels Take Manhattan Review (via neighborly)|
The best place to photograph.
Are you fuckin kidding me right now
Team We’ve all been to Hell
A moment of appreciation for HOW TINY MEG IS.
How about a moment of appreciation for the fact that Meg is about average height for a woman (at 5’4”; the average being 5’4.6”), it’s just that Misha, Jensen, and Jared are huge human beings
Let’s take a moment to appreciate the one time on supernatural that Misha actually looks like a full grown man
I’m laughing so hard. I was covering the picture so its just misha and Jared and then so.its just misha and Rachel and its like misha goes from tiny to big haha. Oh dear I need sleep.
Summary: Derek needs to start carding the people he flirts with.
“Let’s step into my office, Derek,” the Sheriff says.
Derek feels like a kid being sent to the principal’s office. Except this visit might end with Derek buried in the woods.
“I see you’ve met my son, Stiles,” the Sheriff says. Derek almost squirms at his pointed emphasis on the word ‘son’.
“Yes, sir. I have,” Derek says. He feels like every word out of his mouth is just incriminating him further.
“How old do you think my son is?” the Sheriff says.
“A lot younger that I originally thought,” Derek says.
The corner of the Sheriff’s mouth quirks up for a moment. “Caught that, did you?”
“I thought he was the receptionist,” Derek says helplessly. “I assumed he was around twenty.”
“And if you had known he was sixteen?” the Sheriff says.
Sixteen? Jesus fuck.
“Never would have even thought about it,” Derek says.
The Sheriff must believe him, because he nods and continues on to outline Derek’s duties without another word on the subject.
Derek’s never been so relieved to fill out paperwork in his entire life.
I have no regrets making this
tHANKS A LOT I WAS DRINKING MILK AND SPIT IT OUT ALL OVER MY FUCKING COMPUTER FUCJ
Wow. Speechless. Traumatized.
“The Fault in our Death Stars”
So I had this idea ages ago, but I never really got started on it.
Earlier this month, I finally did and it turned out great! :D
So I’m saving this graphic for May 4th, but now I find out #thefaultinourdeathstars is already a thing?!?
Oh well. I guess there’s little point in keeping it from you, then…
Anyway, I was on a roll, so this also happened:
“And then the music that starts at the window you’ll recognized as being the music that we first hear when we enter Longbourn at the very, very beginning of the film. And the reason why I used the same piece of music is because it would remind her of home. That finding the person you’re supposed to be with is like coming home. And that, even though this house is so completely different from her house, it’s the same spirit, the same music moves there.” - Joe Wright, Director
everyone’s gettin really tired of your shit, tony stark