Chrystal's Blog

cloudwatchingangels:

fionapondwilliams:

prends-la-vie-comme-elle-vient:

Asylum Waiting Room of the Big Three.

it’s funny because it looks like the sherlock fandom are sane here

Sherlock bustled about the kitchen, throwing a cupboard door open and pushing aside a box of nicotine patches to retrieve two mismatched mugs. A kettle whistled plaintively in the background, like it had been trying to draw attention to itself for a while now. Setting the mugs aside, Sherlock absently pulled the kettle off the stove, poured tea into the two mugs, and carried them into the living room.
Doctor Who was sprawled over the same chair it had collapsed into last night, when it had appeared at the door muttering inanely about lost regenerations and knackered navigations systems. It made a whining noise as Sherlock tucked the shock blanket it had thrown off in the night back around its shoulders.
Supernatural was in similar straits, curled up on the floor with a throw pillow and a tattered trench coat around its shoulders and alternating between sobbing and muttering about domesticity potential.
A thudding on the stairs indicated the ruckus had finally awoke Merlin, who poked its head into the room, hair sticking up at all angels as it tied its scarf around its neck. Blinking blearily at the mess, it seemed to realize what had occurred when it picked up a discarded bow-tie from the floor, holding it between forefinger and thumb, “Is it that time already?”
“It was bad this year,” Sherlock whispered, trying not to exacerbate the already fragile fandoms under its care.
“I remember what that was like,” Merlin muttered, running a hand through its hair and pulling a cape off the nearby coat rack, “I’ll go to the store. We’re out of milk again. May as well pick up some fish fingers, custard, and salt.”
Supernatural gurgled something quietly.
“No, I won’t forget the pie.”

fionapondwilliams:

prends-la-vie-comme-elle-vient:

~~Asylum~~ Waiting Room of the Big Three.

it’s funny because it looks like the sherlock fandom are sane here

Sherlock bustled about the kitchen, throwing a cupboard door open and pushing aside a box of nicotine patches to retrieve two mismatched mugs. A kettle whistled plaintively in the background, like it had been trying to draw attention to itself for a while now. Setting the mugs aside, Sherlock absently pulled the kettle off the stove, poured tea into the two mugs, and carried them into the living room.

Doctor Who was sprawled over the same chair it had collapsed into last night, when it had appeared at the door muttering inanely about lost regenerations and knackered navigations systems. It made a whining noise as Sherlock tucked the shock blanket it had thrown off in the night back around its shoulders.

Supernatural was in similar straits, curled up on the floor with a throw pillow and a tattered trench coat around its shoulders and alternating between sobbing and muttering about domesticity potential.

A thudding on the stairs indicated the ruckus had finally awoke Merlin, who poked its head into the room, hair sticking up at all angels as it tied its scarf around its neck. Blinking blearily at the mess, it seemed to realize what had occurred when it picked up a discarded bow-tie from the floor, holding it between forefinger and thumb, “Is it that time already?”

“It was bad this year,” Sherlock whispered, trying not to exacerbate the already fragile fandoms under its care.

“I remember what that was like,” Merlin muttered, running a hand through its hair and pulling a cape off the nearby coat rack, “I’ll go to the store. We’re out of milk again. May as well pick up some fish fingers, custard, and salt.”

Supernatural gurgled something quietly.

“No, I won’t forget the pie.”

(via fromheretogallifrey)

Source: prends-la-vie-comme-elle-vient

mrs-hudson-in-a-tardis:

cinnasinparis:

Next time, we should invite Leslie to go. She’d like that.

FUCK THIS WORLD

I THOUGHT I GOT OVER THIS.

I WAS WRONG.

(via fromheretogallifrey)

Source: johannamasons

doctor-hu-in-baker-street:

timelordy-teganbreann:

findthewalker:

AU: When John and Sherlock adopted their son Hamish they had no clue about his true parentage, but that is all about to change.

OH SHIT

HOLY SHIT

(via fromheretogallifrey)

Source: potatoesaresex

camillekaze:

misssnewyork:

lordofthejohnlock:

sherlockspeare:

Wrong movie, darling.

I didn’t get it at first, but then I saw it…

OMG WRONG BLOG BUT STILL RLLY HOT

THIS IS THE SEVENTH TIME I’VE SEEN THIS POST AND I JUST NOW REALIZED WHAT IS WRONG

(via fromheretogallifrey)

Source: sherlockspeare

DOCTOR WHO AU; Donna as the Doctor and Amy as her companion

requested by anonymous

(via fromheretogallifrey)

Source: arthurdarvilll

inside-the-mind-of-a-wallflower:

frozentreats-snowflakes:

John’s face.

#why did I leave the shire

#why did I leave the shire

#why did I leave the shire

(via fromheretogallifrey)

Source: nodyne

always4evrnerdy:

osamah:

*opens up trenchcoat* hey kid…wanna buy a sense of humor?

i dont think you should be buying a sense of humor from someone in a trenchcoat

(via fromheretogallifrey)

Source: osamah

brothasoul:

stealst:

mechinism:

brothasoul:

can we all just take a minute to imagine steve rogers’ face the first time he heard someone say “motherfucker” casually

jared how many regrets do you have

66,938

(via fromheretogallifrey)

Source: brothasoul

mrs-hudson-in-a-tardis:

lord-of-the-assbutts:

meandablog:

My relatives are looking for a Babyname with J for a boy and I just jokingly said Johnlock and they saID IT WAS A NICE NAME AND NOW THERE IS A 50/50 CHANCE THAT THEY WILL NAME HIM JOHNLOCK!!! GUYS!! HOW DID THIS HAPPEN? WHAT. HAVE. I. DONE?!?

oh well, my mom thinks the boy I like is called Destiel

My mum thinks my brother is gay because i saved all of my Johnlock porn on his computer and she saw it and thought it was his

(via fromheretogallifrey)

Source: meandablog

panic-at-the-dildos:

IM STILL LAUGHING AT THIS

(via fromheretogallifrey)

Source: pl4cid