All the Good Ones Are Fictional

American in flesh.

British at heart.

valerieparker:

st-andrei:

#”Clint honey that’s way too big for her” ”she’ll grow into it eventually Tasha” oh oops what was that #oh no #oh I’m not actually sorry #oops

widowmaker:

 #SOME POINT IN THE DISTANCE FUTURE #CLINT AND NATASHA GOT DRUNK AND FORGET TO USE PROTECTION #AND NINE MONTHS LATER MERIDA CAME ALONG #AND EVERYONE WAS HAPPY #TONY WAS DESIGNING HER A IRON SUIT#NATASHA WAS ACTUALLY SUPER PROTECTIVE LIKE #’SHE IS NOT LEARNING HOW TO KILL A PERSON UNTIL SHE’S NINE’ #’AT LEAST NINE’ #AND CLINT WAS LIKE ‘HONEY THIS IS THE ONLY WEAPON YOU NEED OKAY? DON’T LET ALL THE FANCY TECH FOOL YOU’ #’NOTHING TREATS YOU BETTER THAN A BOW’ #AND STEVE IS LIKE #’YOU TWO ARE THE ACTUAL WORST PARENTS OMG’ #AND THEN BOOM! #LOKI ESCAPED ASGARD #AGAIN #FOR LIKE THE GAZILLIONTH TIME #AND HE WENT TO STEAL SOMETHING FROM SHIELD BECAUSE WHY NOT? #AND MERIDA LIKE #ACCIDENTALLY LATCHED ONTO HIS LEG BECAUSE SHE’S TEETHING AND SHIT #AND LOKI IS LIKE #’WHAT IS THIS SMALL CREATURE DOING? OH MY GOD SHE’S BITING MY LEG GET IT OFF’ #AND HE DROPS HER OFF IN MEDIEVAL SCOTTLAND#AND THE KING IS LIKE #’I DINNA HAVE A CHILD OF ME OWN SO I WILL ADOPT YE’ #AND SHE LOVES BOWS #BECAUSE THEY’RE FAMILIAR AND SHIT #AND SHE DOESN’T WANT TO BE A LADY #SHE WANTS TO BE A BADASS MASTER SPY #BECAUSE IT’S IN HER BLOOOOOOOOOOOOD

Internet has been won. Everyone go home. Bye guys. See you never. 

(Source: tugamaggie, via fuckyeahgodofmischief)

sherlockwhovian:

youcantsaymyname:

stumblinguponmymind:

sherlocked-inside-the-tardis:

sherlock-and-his-coat:

dmcxwtf:

consultingdetectiveofgallifrey:

deductism:

celestialnexus:

thenextdragonborn:

whiskersandmagic:

bamfinajumper:

i-was-so-alone-and-i-o-u-so-much:

sherlockstuff:

WTF

I want to make your skin into a lampshade, John.

I’m coming after you. I hope you’re a light sleeper. Have you changed your locks recently? Heard Sherlock is going to be out of town a while.

Homicidal Greg.

#when the sherlock fandom starts to make homicidal greg is when we need now s3

we were shipping sherlock/door just weeks before S2

i’m looking forward to the next year of mentally-damaged sherlockians

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME”

You’re walking down Baker Street. There’s no one around and your phone is dead. Out of the corner of your eye you spot him: “Greg Lestrade”. He’s following you, about 30 feet back, he gets down on all fours like the Hound of Baskerville—he’s gaining on you! GREG LESTRADE. You’re looking for 221b but you’re all turned around! He’s almost upon you now and you can see there’s BLOOD on his face! My Godtiss there’s blood everywhere! Running from your life from GREG LESTRADE. He’s brandishing a badge. It’s GREG LESTRADE. Lurking in Londooon. Detective Inspector GREG LESTRADE. Living in the shadows. GREG LESTRADE. Going on vacation. GREG LESTRADE. Finding all the bodddiiiiiiesss. Actual Psychopath GREG LESTRADE. Now it’s dark, and you’ve seen to have lost him.  But you’ve hopelessly lost yourself. Stranded with a detective. You creep silently around St. Barts. Ah-Ha! In the distance, there’s 221b with it’s light on! JOHN! You move stealthily toward it. But DAMN YOUR LEG! Ahh! Moran blew it off! Getting a cane! Deduce deduce. Limping into the flat. Deduce deduce. Now you’re on the doorstep. Sitting inside is GREG LESTRADE. Playing on his phone. GREG LESTRADE. But he doesn’t hear you enter. GREG LESTRADE. You’re sneaking up behind himmm. Strangling Detective GREG LESTRADE. Fighting for your life with GREG LESTRADE. Using your cane on GREG LESTRADE. VATICAN CAMEOS! Safe at last from GREG LESTRADE. You limp back to Baker Street, blood oozing form your damn leg. But you’ve won. You have beaten GREG LESTRADE.

omfg^^

The owner of this blog can no longer breathe properly. If convenient, send help. If inconvenient, send help anyway.

If possible, do not send a now deranged psychopathic detective inspector, as that would only exacerbate the problem.

OH MY DEAR GOODNESS I AM DEAD

IM DYING LOOOOOL

(via bbcsherlockftw)