justice-in-tights:

irefresheditabit:

justice-in-tights:

irefresheditabit:

justice-in-tights started following you

Hello, who are you exactly?

“Oh, I’m Steve. Steve Rogers, nice to meet you.”

I am Molly, it’s a pleasure to meet you.

“Molly. That’s a lovely name. So, how are you today?”

I am quite fine, how about yourself?

justice-in-tights:

irefresheditabit:

justice-in-tights started following you

Hello, who are you exactly?

“Oh, I’m Steve. Steve Rogers, nice to meet you.”

I am Molly, it’s a pleasure to meet you.

justice-in-tights started following you

Hello, who are you exactly?

How would you fuck me, anon or not.

(Source: robinfan)

ooc: I am being freaked out by a movie.

I don’t ever want to speak English again.

undefectivedetective started following you

Oh look, another Sherlock, nice to see you.

thechickinapartment17d started following you

Hello, I am Molly Hooper, and who are you?

There’s going to come a day when we’ve all grown up, had a career, maybe got married and had kids, when were all going about our daily routine. Maybe you’re driving to work with the car radio on, or you’re making dinner with the tv on in the lounge. Life as usual, and then we hear a name. It’s the name of the person you had a blog dedicated to when you were 16. The person you had posters of up on your bedroom wall, or as your desktop background. The person off that show you used to watch every week, as soon as it came out, or that band you used to love. The person from the cast of a movie that changed your life, or the character who you scrolled through page after page of fanfiction of. You haven’t heard that name in a long time, and it brings everything back. And then the name is followed by three words you thought you’d never hear. Has Passed Away. And then you put down the potato peeler and lean back against your kitchen bench, or you pull over to the side of the road, and tears are streaming down your face. And all over the world, there are people who used to be just like you, with tears marking their cheeks and sobs forcing their way out of their throat, because they remember. Because fandoms never really die out. We never really move on. We never really forget.

iamheathen:

fordarrenssake:

she-counted-every-star:

lilyisanerd:

riverpondicus-221cgallifrey:

district12-katnip:

rory-hawthorne-d12:

youcanbemy-peterpan:

ask-the-glimmery-girl:

asherlockmindpalace:

intheseaofthesky:

I…couldn’t not reblog this.

Even if I know it’ll happen.

//Don’t make me cry god

this is the worst post on the entire internet

And we’ll remember this post, and we’ll come back to tumblr (if it still exists) or wherever fangirling is at…

(Source: gallifrey-man)