One day we’ll be in a Marvel movie, sitting there as something doesn’t feel right. and as the credits start to roll we’ll know what it is. It will flash up on screen and our hearts will break. “In loving memory of Stan Lee”. There was no cameo in that movie. And there never will be again.
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Martin Freeman: you gotta admit he’s got range.
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The day the angels fell.
asked by anon.
this is the best post ever okay
oh shit this is brilliant
this gives me chills
Merlin can feel their power being torn away. He watches them burn, sees them fall, feels the onslaught of their pain. And he wishes, more than ever, that Arthur was by his side to help him face this.
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It comes out of nowhere, plummeting to the ground. Sherlock stares for a moment before leaping forward, John following. “Aliens? Or is it a Winchester thing?”
“Aliens?!” Lestrade asks.
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“Oh. No, no, no.”
“Doctor, what are those?”
“Angels. They’re falling, all of them. We need to go to America, Clara, I feel there two brothers in need of some help.”
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dat subtlety
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Russell Crowe’s smile appreciation post.
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favorite phantom moment:the speech of the auctioneer
Perhaps we can frighten away the ghost of so many years ago with a little illumination.
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Nnnnnnnnoruvbfejobvljefnvlkven.
the second one though.
What is air?!
Sweet. Jeebus.
4, 5, 7 and 8 though OH GOD THAT FACE! He’s the cutest little puppy.
the best kind of people are the really cute ones that you wanna cuddle and drink hot chocolate and go for walks in the park and watch dumb movies and build blanket forts with but also slam up against a wall and fuck their brains out
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my favorite activity is pretending that i can sing
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[AGGRESIVELY MISSES A MUSICAL THAT CLOSED]
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do you ever just “what the fuck is the point” so hard that you stop everything you’re doing and stare and pretty much wonder why you don’t vanish from existence because the level of done you are should pretty much deconstruct your biological makeup
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