We are Young

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Fri, 13 Apr 2012 12:10:16 -0400

I think i'm going to start tagging Kit pictures with Lord Commander of my Vagina from now on

Fri, 13 Apr 2012 12:10:13 -0400

amomentsindulgence: “Call her by her name. Call her...

Fri, 13 Apr 2012 12:09:33 -0400

amomentsindulgence:

“Call her by her name. Call her Brienne.”

Two words: Fuck. Yeah.

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Fri, 13 Apr 2012 12:09:24 -0400

ASOIAF challenge — Best player at the game of thrones→...

Fri, 13 Apr 2012 12:08:47 -0400

ASOIAF challenge — Best player at the game of thrones
→ Margaery Tyrell

I love Margaery. I hope she does the sweetness of her character well. She’s a great actress and all but what I’ve seen of Tutors is subtle strength and sexy and queenly-ness for a better word. And Margaery has all those but she’s also sweet and considerate of Sansa.

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Fri, 13 Apr 2012 12:04:41 -0400

geekgirlsmash: scoldylox: glossylalia: rodmanstreet: velocipe...

Fri, 13 Apr 2012 12:03:23 -0400

geekgirlsmash:

scoldylox:

glossylalia:

rodmanstreet:

velocipedestrienne:

Alice Richmond is going to be the greatest comedienne of our time, it’s true.

I always feel so torn when I see Tina Fey talking about her daughter. On the one hand, ugh cute kid stories. I expect more from you. On the other hand, her kid is genuinely funny.

Baby Fey ladies and gents.

Alice Richmond is cooler than all of us.

If my hypothetical offspring was that funny, I’d be talking about her all the time too.

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Fri, 13 Apr 2012 12:01:42 -0400

sherlocked-inside-the-tardis: emifail: zukuku: mycroftismight:...

Fri, 13 Apr 2012 12:01:38 -0400

sherlocked-inside-the-tardis:

emifail:

zukuku:

mycroftismight:

oblongpenguin:

sdkay:

lovelove

Awwwwwwww. *Melts*

;-;

this is the best sherlock picture on the itnernet

big gays

“I was in the middle of deducing, John,” Sherlock said as he felt his flatmate slip beneath his coat so that his cheek rested against his chest.

“I was cold,” John mumbled, still slightly drunk.

“It’s your fault you’re not wearing your jumper,” Sherlock sighed, but doing nothing to remove John.

“…warm,” John murmured, leaning forward.

Sherlock froze slightly before wrapping an arm tentatively around John’s waist. “Yes, as a human being, I’m a warm-blooded organism. Let’s get you home, shall we?”

“You’re warm,” John repeated, nuzzling the detective’s chest slightly. Sherlock felt his cheeks heating up uncomfortably.

“I’m well aware of the fact that I’m…warm, John.”

“Bump. Bump. Bumpbumpbumpbumpbump,” John tapped his fingers on Sherlock’s ribcage, mimicking the heart whose beat was starting to pick up too quickly.

Sherlock considered moving them out of the street and toward the flat. He didn’t really care about what people thought, of course, but he knew John did. If John was sober, he would never be doing this.

Maybe they could just stand here.

Just for a moment more.