the-cimmerians:

pissy nine-year-old brat Spike is my favorite Spike

swanqueengranger:

mayormills:

that beautiful moment when you realize this parallel isn’t even au

Amen.

tylertroyeotp:

danger-mouz:

calirosegold:

patronustrip:

tootsienoodles:

freackthehopeful:

skylarghost:

weasleyrocksyoursocks:

seong:

I AM FUCKING SCREAMING BECAUSE THIS IS SERIOUSLY THE BEST THING EVER
SWEET JESUS

You have your mother’s cheek bones

godDAMMIT NOW WE’RE SHIPPING CUTLERY
TUMBLR YOU NEED TO S T O P

I hope this post comes back to me when it has a short story attached. 

The Utensils were a happy family, just like any other. Fork was a loving, caring father, who worked at a bank, and Spoon was his beautiful wife, who owned a small business that allowed her to spend a lot of time with their son, Spork. Every day, when Fork came home from work, he gently clinked against the rim of Spoon’s face and asked how her day had been. She would go on and on about how her Aunt Bowl was letting anyone fill her up these days, and telling him he would never guess who they got a phone call from today (it was his brother, Knife), and he would just lean back against the china cabinet, staring at his wife’s beautiful reflective surface, and know everything was right in the world. 
One day, however, everything was suddenly not right in the world at all.
Fork woke up in the silverware drawer and instantly knew something was wrong. He looked over to where Spoon normally slept, confused when he saw nothing but empty space. Or, at least, he thought it was empty. It took him a minute to see the small note left there. Oh no. God, no, he thought.
He picked up the note with shaking prongs, and read amid tears:
“Fork,
     I’m sorry to leave you like this, but I just couldn’t face seeing you. It’s too painful. I’m not strong enough to tell you this to your face, and I know that makes me a coward. I know that makes me a horrible utensil. But I can’t do this anymore.
     Do you remember Cow’s party the other night? The night she was so drunk she swore she jumped over the moon? Well, I met someone that night. His name is Dish. And we’re running away together.
     Please, don’t try and find us. Dish makes me happy. He doesn’t spend all day staring at me, looking at himself in my reflection. 
Goodbye, Fork.
-Spoon”
Fork collapsed to the ground, wishing he could tell Spoon that the reason he loved staring at her reflective surface so much, was because of the way her surface magnified everything around her, making it seem so much greater and more beautiful than people could see themselves as normally. Her personality did the same thing. It’s what he loved most about her. And what he would miss most of all.

I CAN’T EVEN WITH THIS FUCKING SITE.


bra..fucking..vo

sweet jesus i’m crying over cutlery

truly the best fanfic ever

tylertroyeotp:

danger-mouz:

calirosegold:

patronustrip:

tootsienoodles:

freackthehopeful:

skylarghost:

weasleyrocksyoursocks:

seong:

I AM FUCKING SCREAMING BECAUSE THIS IS SERIOUSLY THE BEST THING EVER

SWEET JESUS

You have your mother’s cheek bones

godDAMMIT NOW WE’RE SHIPPING CUTLERY

TUMBLR YOU NEED TO S T O P

I hope this post comes back to me when it has a short story attached. 

The Utensils were a happy family, just like any other. Fork was a loving, caring father, who worked at a bank, and Spoon was his beautiful wife, who owned a small business that allowed her to spend a lot of time with their son, Spork. Every day, when Fork came home from work, he gently clinked against the rim of Spoon’s face and asked how her day had been. She would go on and on about how her Aunt Bowl was letting anyone fill her up these days, and telling him he would never guess who they got a phone call from today (it was his brother, Knife), and he would just lean back against the china cabinet, staring at his wife’s beautiful reflective surface, and know everything was right in the world. 

One day, however, everything was suddenly not right in the world at all.

Fork woke up in the silverware drawer and instantly knew something was wrong. He looked over to where Spoon normally slept, confused when he saw nothing but empty space. Or, at least, he thought it was empty. It took him a minute to see the small note left there. Oh no. God, no, he thought.

He picked up the note with shaking prongs, and read amid tears:

“Fork,

     I’m sorry to leave you like this, but I just couldn’t face seeing you. It’s too painful. I’m not strong enough to tell you this to your face, and I know that makes me a coward. I know that makes me a horrible utensil. But I can’t do this anymore.

     Do you remember Cow’s party the other night? The night she was so drunk she swore she jumped over the moon? Well, I met someone that night. His name is Dish. And we’re running away together.

     Please, don’t try and find us. Dish makes me happy. He doesn’t spend all day staring at me, looking at himself in my reflection. 

Goodbye, Fork.

-Spoon”


Fork collapsed to the ground, wishing he could tell Spoon that the reason he loved staring at her reflective surface so much, was because of the way her surface magnified everything around her, making it seem so much greater and more beautiful than people could see themselves as normally. Her personality did the same thing. It’s what he loved most about her. And what he would miss most of all.

I CAN’T EVEN WITH THIS FUCKING SITE.

image

bra..fucking..vo

sweet jesus i’m crying over cutlery

truly the best fanfic ever

wedrinkmoriartea:

WHAT?

ouat animated GIF

Emma and RegINA?

once upon a time animated GIF

tHEY WANT EACH OTHER DEA-

other animated GIF

i mean they hate each othe-

once upon a time animated GIF

I mean it would be totally wei-

No seriously, they can’t have feelings for each oth-

But-

But Emma couldn’t pos-

they are not ga-

Regina didn’t…

huh..

I’M SORRY DID YOU SAY SOMETHING?

I DIDN’T THINK SO. 

badwolfnobiscuit:

dean-is-an-assbutt:

firegrowshigher:

transhumanisticpanspermia:

boopart:

WHAT!!!!

No
They can leap 36 feet
As in leap forward 36 feet
They don’t jump 36 feet into the fucking sky do you know how terrifying that would be the human race wouldn’t have survived because we’d have all had heart attacks while still in Africa



still one of my favorite posts on tumblr



OH GOD IT’S BACK

badwolfnobiscuit:

dean-is-an-assbutt:

firegrowshigher:

transhumanisticpanspermia:

boopart:

WHAT!!!!

No

They can leap 36 feet

As in leap forward 36 feet

They don’t jump 36 feet into the fucking sky do you know how terrifying that would be the human race wouldn’t have survived because we’d have all had heart attacks while still in Africa

image

still one of my favorite posts on tumblr

OH GOD IT’S BACK

sqfanawards:

Below are links to the winning fanfictions for Best Comedy as voted by your fellow Swan Queen shippers. Winners should feel free to snag their banner for personal use :)

Best Comedy [Complete]

Best Comedy [Incomplete]

It’s the 1st of september!

my-flourish-and-blotts:

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trogdorthe-burninator:

fallenfromthursday:

strugglingbutstillfighting:

gallifreyangel:

spookysataan:

and it is the most important line ever spoken in the history of our series

if you don’t reblog this i am judging you

this is the very essence of our fandom

it is our origins
 
so reblog now 

image

#this was the first seal

This is the moment that defined the show. Because it was supposed to be about two boys killing monsters and demons and episode by episode telling a short little action story. It was supposed to be about the tough, brawny big brother and the smart, more introverted little brother who ran away but the monsters were still out there. It was supposed to be a superhero story about winning and beating what’s in the dark. What we know is that everything it was supposed to be stayed only as “supposed to be”.

It’s a story about love, loss, and desperation. It’s about watching Dean’s eyes die as every season progresses. It’s about every time Sam suffers needlessly, every time he fails and every time he gets back up. It’s about how two brothers turned the world, heaven and hell, against them and about how they loved each other enough to sacrifice it five times over and still manage to save its sorry ass. It’s about the way they sing in their ‘67 impala at the top of their lungs. It’s about the times they’ve cried. It’s about driving down that tired road and classic rock and the feel of one another’s shoulderblades against their own, pistols out, surrounded by monsters. It’s hope and family and how that can include a winged tax collector in a trenchcoat, and a bearded old drunk who puts his own spin on “idiots”.

In this moment it’s family that has left and family that has been brought together. Two brothers crashing to the ground, one defiant against the darkness in and around him and one loyal to a fault with the faith of millions.

Dean’s going to open the pages of this book and tell you their story. He’s going to tell you everything.

Dad’s on a hunting trip, and he hasn’t been home in a few days.

lisqueen:

Regina + Emma + eyesex

Regina + Emma + 108 door

Regina + Emma + litlle fights

Regina + Emma + rescues

Regina + Emma + turns around

Regina + Emma + sharing a drink

Regina + Emma + sharing clothes

Regina + Emma + magic lessons

Regina + Emma + magic together

Regina +…

kyung-soo:

genuinely sorry for the people who tried to talk to me and were disappointed by how uncool i am

thewicked-eternity