bluefootednewt:

Someone stop me.

bluefootednewt:

Someone stop me.

(via ra-ra-rasputin)


encores:

This is Steve Rogers. He is a Nice Guy. This is his daily schedule.

(via dirkthefappingballerina)



so-fuck-it-thug-life:

im crying. oh my god. 82000+ tweets.

(via sherlocksimplywalksintomordor)


Benedict Cumberbatch: How shall we make them swoon today?
Tom Hiddleston: Our dashing good looks and undeniable charm?
Benedict Cumberbatch: We used those methods yesterday.
Tom Hiddleston: They worked yesterday.
Benedict Cumberbatch: Fair point. Are you sure this won't kill them though?
Tom Hiddleston: Oh, I'm sure it will. But I DO WHAT I WANT.

inspired by [x]

(via liamdryden)






missproxy:

stop right now
there is a duck in a glass on your dash
you must reblog this

missproxy:

stop right now

there is a duck in a glass on your dash

you must reblog this

(via strucketh-by-hawkeyes-arrow)



sammyshadenoughnow:

In the mean time, we’re all like:
“Yes, sir?”

YES SIR.
Yes sir

sammyshadenoughnow:

In the mean time, we’re all like:

“Yes, sir?”

YES SIR.

Yes sir

(via dirkthefappingballerina)



splendiferousponderfications:

This day can also be referred to as the following:
1) The day John made a mental note to hide all the bedsheets.
2) The day Lestrade swore that if he ever set foot in that bloody flat again, it would be ten years too soon.
3) The day Mycroft ordered that the surveillance camera be promptly removed from his brother’s mantelpiece, before downing a double scotch with the speed of your average unemployed drunkard and attempting to reply to Greg’s irate texts. 
…
Because Sherlock’s never wearing any pants.

splendiferousponderfications:

This day can also be referred to as the following:

1) The day John made a mental note to hide all the bedsheets.

2) The day Lestrade swore that if he ever set foot in that bloody flat again, it would be ten years too soon.

3) The day Mycroft ordered that the surveillance camera be promptly removed from his brother’s mantelpiece, before downing a double scotch with the speed of your average unemployed drunkard and attempting to reply to Greg’s irate texts. 

Because Sherlock’s never wearing any pants.