sexworths:

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

#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

(Source: tugamaggie)

onemoremistake:

9091:

Jensen Ackles pretending to be a director in Season 1’s “A Day in the Life of Jared & Jensen” and actually directing Season 6’s “Weekend at Bobby’s”

#remember how that was a present from jared in season one #after they’d known each other for less than a year #jared just knew #fuck you both #fuck everything this makes me want to cry

s-guy:

fandance:

themostrandomtimeoftheyear:

issybird:

agentsweet:

madnessinitstrueform:

bennyslegs:

whoviackian:

fireflyastoria:



Imagine coming across this one day. 
On a totally normal, slightly bored walk in the woods.
Turning around the bend and seeing this. 
Just imagine.

i’m not even a massive doctor who fan and this broke my heart
this like seeing hogwarts as a ruin (and not being a muggle, so you know it’s really a ruin)
or seeing 221b being rented out by some horrible college kids partying and being loud
or the impala being crushed and useless (wait, i’m not up-to-date with supernatural atm, but didn’t something bad actually happen to the impala? fuck that show is just heart-break central)



But imagine going to it. Letting your hands move across the paint, disrupting the plants around it and then
click
The door opens.

You’re walking through the woods on a wonderful day, when you turn around a corner and see something that makes your heart stop. Thoughts, memories, images flood your head, and you think over and over, No no no, it can’t be. It’s just a show, right? It can’t be. You don’t even realize it as you walk up to it, and you cautiously lay your hand on it.
When it actually comes in contact with the wood, your eyes widen. Oh my god. It’s here. It’s real. I’m not imagining it. but then you realize something else. It looks…sad. Worn down. As if it hadn’t moved in years. Tears fill your eyes. Oh, Doctor. Where are you?? What happened?? Your head leans on the door as you close your eyes, trying to keep yourself from crying. It’s so stupid, but…
You aren’t able to finish that thought. You hear a soft click, and the door opens, causing you to stumble forward. A pair of shoes enter your line of vision. You slowly look up, seeing slacks next, then a jacket over a button up shirt, a bow tie, and then…it’s him.
Your hand covers your mouth as your eyes widen, everything hitting you at once. Oh my god it’s him. Its him it’s him it’s him. Oh god everything was real. The angels, cybermen, daleks, oh god Rose and Martha and Donna and Amy and Rory, and Jack and oh god if Jacks real then Torchwood and Ianto and oh god. You don’t even realize youve just said all that out loud as he sets his hands on your shoulders. “Are you alright?? What you were saying…how did you know that??”
You are full on crying now, tears running down your cheeks, and you can’t help when you embrace him. “Oh my god it’s you and your real and you’ve saved Earth and everyone so many times and I can’t believe it and just thank you and Im sorry for all the bad stuff that happens.” He awkwardly hugs you back before you pull away and wipe at your face with your sleeve. “Uhm, sorry f-for that. It just, uhm…” you don’t know how to explain it. How important he is to you, how many amazing people you’ve met because of him, how much he inspires you, how much you look up to him. Heck, you’re probably insane right now.
The Doctor just looks at you for a moment before grabbing your hand and pulling you inside. Your eyes widen as you stare at the bright room and, “Oh god it’s bigger on the inside.”
He grins like a child when he hears that. “I love it when they say that!” He flits about the room as you stand there, wringing your hands out, knees shaking as you stare wide eyed at everything.
“Now!” he exclaims. “How would you,” he points at you, excited. “like to come for an adventure?”
You can’t get the words out fast enough. “Yes. Please, take me.”

Omg I’ve always imgined something like this. Having to explain to your favorite characters that their life is a TV show and that you know everything.

And then the world falls away around you, and you’re staring at the door of a tired, old police box again. You glance at the surrounding area, knowing that no one has seen your tears but you can’t help but look anyway. Back at the door again, and you
Breathe.
Deep.
Release.
You reach out and grasp the handle with the knowledge that this time, you’re doing it with your own hands. You’re doing this knowing that it won’t be like in the shows but maybe, just maybe, you can dream again.

I don’t even watch Doctor Who (yet) but this is the saddest fucking thing and I could probably go on for a couple of hours about exactly what I am feeling right now. ;_;

s-guy:

fandance:

themostrandomtimeoftheyear:

issybird:

agentsweet:

madnessinitstrueform:

bennyslegs:

whoviackian:

fireflyastoria:

Imagine coming across this one day. 

On a totally normal, slightly bored walk in the woods.

Turning around the bend and seeing this. 

Just imagine.

i’m not even a massive doctor who fan and this broke my heart

this like seeing hogwarts as a ruin (and not being a muggle, so you know it’s really a ruin)

or seeing 221b being rented out by some horrible college kids partying and being loud

or the impala being crushed and useless (wait, i’m not up-to-date with supernatural atm, but didn’t something bad actually happen to the impala? fuck that show is just heart-break central)

But imagine going to it. Letting your hands move across the paint, disrupting the plants around it and then

click

The door opens.

You’re walking through the woods on a wonderful day, when you turn around a corner and see something that makes your heart stop. Thoughts, memories, images flood your head, and you think over and over, No no no, it can’t be. It’s just a show, right? It can’t be. You don’t even realize it as you walk up to it, and you cautiously lay your hand on it.

When it actually comes in contact with the wood, your eyes widen. Oh my god. It’s here. It’s real. I’m not imagining it. but then you realize something else. It looks…sad. Worn down. As if it hadn’t moved in years. Tears fill your eyes. Oh, Doctor. Where are you?? What happened?? Your head leans on the door as you close your eyes, trying to keep yourself from crying. It’s so stupid, but…

You aren’t able to finish that thought. You hear a soft click, and the door opens, causing you to stumble forward. A pair of shoes enter your line of vision. You slowly look up, seeing slacks next, then a jacket over a button up shirt, a bow tie, and then…it’s him.

Your hand covers your mouth as your eyes widen, everything hitting you at once. Oh my god it’s him. Its him it’s him it’s him. Oh god everything was real. The angels, cybermen, daleks, oh god Rose and Martha and Donna and Amy and Rory, and Jack and oh god if Jacks real then Torchwood and Ianto and oh god. You don’t even realize youve just said all that out loud as he sets his hands on your shoulders. “Are you alright?? What you were saying…how did you know that??”

You are full on crying now, tears running down your cheeks, and you can’t help when you embrace him. “Oh my god it’s you and your real and you’ve saved Earth and everyone so many times and I can’t believe it and just thank you and Im sorry for all the bad stuff that happens.” He awkwardly hugs you back before you pull away and wipe at your face with your sleeve. “Uhm, sorry f-for that. It just, uhm…” you don’t know how to explain it. How important he is to you, how many amazing people you’ve met because of him, how much he inspires you, how much you look up to him. Heck, you’re probably insane right now.

The Doctor just looks at you for a moment before grabbing your hand and pulling you inside. Your eyes widen as you stare at the bright room and, “Oh god it’s bigger on the inside.”

He grins like a child when he hears that. “I love it when they say that!” He flits about the room as you stand there, wringing your hands out, knees shaking as you stare wide eyed at everything.

“Now!” he exclaims. “How would you,” he points at you, excited. “like to come for an adventure?”

You can’t get the words out fast enough. “Yes. Please, take me.”

Omg I’ve always imgined something like this. Having to explain to your favorite characters that their life is a TV show and that you know everything.

And then the world falls away around you, and you’re staring at the door of a tired, old police box again. You glance at the surrounding area, knowing that no one has seen your tears but you can’t help but look anyway. Back at the door again, and you

Breathe.

Deep.

Release.

You reach out and grasp the handle with the knowledge that this time, you’re doing it with your own hands. You’re doing this knowing that it won’t be like in the shows but maybe, just maybe, you can dream again.

I don’t even watch Doctor Who (yet) but this is the saddest fucking thing and I could probably go on for a couple of hours about exactly what I am feeling right now. ;_;

(Source: faceofbeau)

eyecandyburns:

twudle:

and then suddenly everyone swapped colors.

DAVE

benedictatorship:

steverogerssexual:

qchord:

Loki nd th0r wer falling off a bridge wen ther dad catched dem

loki sed “daddyz will U luv me 4evr”

odin sed “NO LOKI…”“

loki cryed nd fell in2 space

he was gon.

odin whispered in2 space

“i ment to sey i wud luv u TH0R-evr…”

(dat ment odin is a jerk)

~**~*REBLOAG IF U CRY EVRY TIME**~*~~

greenbrowngirl:

Someone propose to me with these.

(Source: prof-plum)


30 Days of Doctor Who (Revival)01: Favourite Doctor → Ten
He never raised his voice; that was the worst thing. The fury of the Time Lord. And then we discovered why - why this Doctor, who had fought with gods and demons, why he’d run away from us and hidden… he was being kind.

30 Days of Doctor Who (Revival)
01: Favourite Doctor → Ten

He never raised his voice; that was the worst thing. The fury of the Time Lord. And then we discovered why - why this Doctor, who had fought with gods and demons, why he’d run away from us and hidden… he was being kind.
atrueenglishman:

hystericpolaris:

sula-day:

somethingbiitchy:

3eep:

phemiec:

atrueenglishman:

Yesterday I found that someone wrote “Stay beautiful!” on the wall of a bathroom stall in red and blue marker. It highly amused me.
Why am I so stupid







oh my god



( jesus christ equius let me love you )

atrueenglishman:

hystericpolaris:

sula-day:

somethingbiitchy:

3eep:

phemiec:

atrueenglishman:

Yesterday I found that someone wrote “Stay beautiful!” on the wall of a bathroom stall in red and blue marker. It highly amused me.

Why am I so stupid

oh my god

( jesus christ equius let me love you )

ectobiolodaddy:

gomen it still looks like balls (✖╭╮✖) 

ectobiolodaddy:

gomen it still looks like balls (✖╭╮✖) 

golbatt:

pepperleopard:

OKAY THERE WAS THIS 3 YEAR OLD DAVE AND WE HAD A SWORD FIGHT 

AND THEN HE FIST BUMPED ME

UUUGH

(Source: avengeit)

IMPORTANT. Re: Mass deletion of stories on fanfiction.net

bigshotscreaming:

lady-korra:

moonblossom:

longtimegone:

wordplaying:

heidi8:

glitterdammerung:

quinnbastians:

whatsernamelambert:

Hello. As most of you avid FF readers may have figured out by now, fanfiction.net has been doing a mass purge of the site and getting rid of a lot of stories that break the rules. When one of my own stories was deleted and my account was suspended for three days, I figured it was just the site moderators going through and doing some kind of routine check. However, when I found out that more and more people were having their work deleted - in some cases, just because the summary was “inappropriate” - something told me I had to look into this. The facts about what’s really going on may surprise you.

The people in charge of this mass deletion of stories are not site moderators. They are normal users of the site like anyone else. If you go to their profiles, you’ll see that they even have work of their own. They call themselves Critics United and they basically have nothing better to do except sit around and comb through the site for any story that has some kind of minor infraction. They then post it on their forum (most seem to be on either this thread or this thread, also here) so that other members of the group can go en masse to the story and not only report it for violating the guidelines, but also bully the author via review.

It’s one thing to quietly report a story that you think has broken the rules without saying a word to the author about it. However, what these people are doing is bullying. Earlier today I screenshotted some of the reviews that they’ve been leaving on the stories they go after, and some of what they say is truly sickening.







These are only a few examples. If you browse through their forum you’ll be able to see just how intense they get. As you can see from the reviews I posted above, these people aren’t just “critics” - they are bullies. The “constructive criticism” they supposedly dole out is anything but - something tells me that true constructive critics would not use words like “shitfic” or “toxic crap.” And by posting the links to these stories in their forums, it enables everyone else in the group to go and bully these authors as well.

(Funny thing is, they complain when the authors respond to them with less-than-pleasant words. I wonder why.)

Anyway, I think something needs to be done. Critics United prides itself on being strict followers of the rules and site guidelines; however, they fail to notice that they themselves are also breaking an important rule - no bullying or harassment. Unfortunately I don’t think there’s an easy solution to this problem, seeing as there’s no way to report specific users - only block them. However, I dothink it is important for everyone to know exactly what is going on. I know a lot of people were upset by what’s been happening, and they deserve to know the truth.

If you have any questions please feel free to message me on here or on my fanfiction.net account. That’s all.

They’re legitimately reporting stuff for being in second person? Let me guess: it breaks the rule that says you can’t involve the reader in the story. Except that’s not actually the purpose of second person.

This is ridiculous. 

This is horrible - what this group is doing isn’t constructive criticism, it’s organized censorship and bullying. Jesus.

The Giant from Twin Peaks; text is "It is happening again".

FFN has allowed this sort of activity by site “users” since at least 2001, if not earlier. They’re inherently untrustworthy and not a viable place for longterm hosting of fics. 

I still have 2 AO3 invites sitting around! If you want one, hit me in my ask with the email address I should send it to.

I don’t have any AO3 invites myself, but doing a signal boost.

The fact that the site mods and admins are actually taking action on these reports - likely without even READING the stories in question, is the main reason I’m taking steps to move away from FF.net

I’m going to continue posting my drabbles and gen-fic there until the drabbles are complete (I’m currently at 161 of 221), at which point I will cease posting permanently, and only post on AO3.

I’ve requested a handful of AO3 invites, but they’re being overloaded with requests and server issues currently due to the mass influx of people leaving FF.net so it may take a while, but if any of you authors want to make the move, please let me know. I’d prefer to start giving the invites to people who actually have fic to post, rather than people who just want to interact, since you can comment/kudos on AO3 without an account, and subscribe via RSS.

the FUCK is wrong with these assholes? 

Signal boosting this. Holy crap, this is horrible