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Castiel Godstiel Appreciation Posts ~ 5/∞


Title: Little Black Submarines

Album: El Camino
Artist: The Black Keys

Played: 14,705 times

Little Black Submarines | The Black Keys

But everybody knows
That a broken heart is blind




the-fandoms-are-cool:

hackedy:

girlymaang:

all-hail-the-lady-morgana:

am i the only one who is pretty sure this is a water bending move?

I’m a firm believer that the best benders are those who look beyond their own element’s bending techniques and discover new ways of bending. Look at Toph, she bends completely differently from other earthbenders, and she’s one of the most powerful benders in the world. Look at Iroh, he devised lightning redirection from waterbending. This just shows that Zuko is a great firebender.

I love avatar so much. What a good show with good messages and great characters and neat art

they had no toilet paper on their entire journey





toukos:

u ever have that friend where ur like. yes lets get an apartment together. lets adopt 200 cats. lets DO IT





unclefather:

is this yolandi visser?





vvhaleshark:

there can only be one



dean-bangs-cas-in-the-impala:

the-cock-in-cockles:

mishagetsmekilled:

this just crushed my heart.

wow, I just lost my breath in a big woosh

seriously I feel like crying



professorfangirl:

kriskenshin:

thescienceofjohnlock:

sakibatch:

eclectis:

swozor:

itsatriplemurderjawn:

bbcbecausebenedictcumberbatch:

otter-fanwarrior:

goodimaginationandbadgrades:

tanithcooper:

tardiscookies:

moraniarty:

supholmes:

… and so sherlock and john never met. the end.

THE SHOW WOULD CONSIST OF JOHN LIMPING AROUND LONDON AT VARIOUS SPEEDS

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“Who’d want me for a flatmate?” John asked, completely serious at the notion that anyone would actually want to room with him. He glanced at his old colleague when he heard him chuckling. “What?”

“Nothing, I just remembered a funny joke.” He said with a smile. It probably had something to do with two flatmates or something. John didn’t inquire.

“Oh.” He responded simply, returning his gaze to his cup of coffee. After a few minutes of silence, John looked up to ask Stamford a question but stopped when he saw a curious look on the man’s face. He almost seemed horrified. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Stamford stuttered. “It’s just…” He seemed to be trying to get a look at John’s back. “I just thought I saw something on your back.”

NONONO

NOBUTWAITFUCKYESMAYBEBUTNO

A couple days later, John saw something in the papers. It shouldn’t have bothered him, really, he didn’t even know this “Sherlock Holmes” character. He just couldn’t put his finger on why it made him so sad to find out that the so-called “consulting detective” had been victim to another one of those recent suicides.

NO NO NO

John pauses by a police box on his way to the store to get some milk. He smiled a little at the old timey appearance of it. “They just don’t make them like that anymore,” he said, a little wistfully. He jumped when the door flew open.

"You!" the man with the bow-tie snapped. John looked around in surprise but he was the only one around.

"M-me?" he asked, half pointing at himself.

"Yes, you. Don’t you know you jumped the tracks? You were supposed to be there to save that brilliant ridiculous idiot! But no, someone dipped their fingers in the time stream and messed everything all up. I will need to have a word with this person, but for now we need to get you back on track come on," the madman said, grabbing John by the arm and pulling him towards the box.

"Wow wow excuse me I don’t even know you!"

"Nor are you supposed to! But I can’t just let things go all willy-nilly topsie turvey here! Some one has got to save Sherlock Holmes and It might as well be us, eh?"

"I don’t know any Sherlock Holmes," John protested.

"Yes, and that might be the biggest crime here," the man said and finally succeeded in dragging John into the box.

"He killed himself, the papers said, and…oh my," John trailed off, looking around him in surprise. "It….it…."

"Yes, it is bigger on the inside I know. Come on, we’ve got a flatmate for you to meet!"

(in which Moriarty somehow got a hold of time travel tech and fucked everything up and the doctor is just the man to fix it)

It went from sad and scary to intriguing to amazing and I needed this!

FUCKING MAKE THIS SOMEONE PLEASE I WILL BEG YOU

DAAAAAAAAAAAMN SON

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Oh god yes!

John gaped at the alien lines of the box’s interior. A man in a WWII trenchcoat came toward him with hand outstretched. “Well hello," he said. "Doctor, who’s your cute friend?"

“Mother of Christ,” John thought. “This is a spaceship, and that is a very handsome man.”

The Doctor waved a hand between them impatiently. “Doctor Watson, Captain Jack Harkness. Captain Jack Harkness, don’t.”

Harkness leaned a hip against the controls (“Oi!” yelled the Doctor. “Off!”) and gave John the most cheerfully lubricious smile he’d ever seen. “What’s up, Doc?”

The sheer cheesiness of the line snapped John back to his senses. “All right, just everyone slow down and tell me—“ He spun as the door opened and the clean light of the Bart’s lab spilled in. “—the fuck?

“Maybe later, gorgeous,” Jack said, squeezing John’s arm on the way past.

John followed Jack’s swagger into the lab. At the end of a long table, an immaculately tailored and tall dark-haired man glanced up with eyes silver-clear and sharp as scalpels. (“Fuck sake, he’s handsomer than the first one,” John thought.) The man leaned back from the microscope, scanned the three of them, eyed the Tardis intently, and smiled with one side of his mouth. “Time travel,” he said. “Now this is interesting.”



"It is so good being together again."