the-potter-tardis:

dancingaroundhogwarts:

slivertoungerobyn:

a-starkid-in-the-tardis:

designhsd:

Hogwarts Book Sculpture.

I used 7 books (already damaged) to create the sculpture and 50 different scalpol blades. It took 3 months to create!

You did a beautiful thing here.

Thank you for creating something beautiful (and not destroying an undamaged book :))

AAAHHH.

I LOVE YOU.

thedetectiveconsultant:

thedoctorsjawn:

[x]

“How to coax Moriarty out of Andrew Scott in under ten seconds.”

Welcome to Tumblr (Tomblr): Tom Hiddleston Version

iamstillnotsorry:

How we walk:

How we communicate:

 

When we’re upset:

When we fangirl/fanboy:

How we dance:

When we’re excited:

When we’re mad:

When the “feels” come:

 

When we see someone attractive:

What we do everyday:

And in our free time:

And why do we do this?

: )

 

22to22:

I really wasn’t supposed to spend three days on this.

I really like the theory that Naomi is actually one of the Fates; I picked Lachesis because she’s the one who measures the length of a soul’s life, and is said to choose a person’s destiny after a thread is measured. That’s why her lowered right hand is made of sewing, crocheting, and leatherworking tools. The gold threads she’s manipulating are the puppet-strings of heaven. The albatross head is a reference to the Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner, and the shadows on the human face are in the shape of a spade in reference to the Queen of Spades in French tarot. 

There’s an omega sign in her ribcage to indicate she’s sort of the last resort of heaven; the upside down cross is St. Peter’s Cross, to show her reluctance to claim true divinity. Her raised left hand is decked out in surgical tools that she uses as a physician of angels, in Castiel’s “recovery” in particular. Her wings are a shattered mirror as a reflection of Heaven’s poor condition and also her own enigmatic duplicity.

TL;DR: I just have a lot of Naomi feels okay

↳ nature!angel series- gabriel + supernovae 

“I like the stars. It’s the illusion of permanence, I think. I mean, they’re always flaring up and caving in and going out. But from here, I can pretend…I can pretend that things last. I can pretend that lives last longer than moments. Gods come, and gods go. Mortals flicker and flash and fade. Worlds don’t last; and stars and galaxies are transient, fleeting things that twinkle like fireflies and vanish into cold and dust. But I can pretend.“

lady-whovian:

watchtheskytonight:

deduction-to-seduction:

deduction-to-seduction:

hiddlesbatchlove:

deduction-to-seduction:

You’ve been playing with fire, mother. Prepare to get B U R N E D

I’VE BEEN LAUGHING FOR 10000 YEARS

Update: My mum came home. It’s a good thing I did this in the bathroom because she nearly peed herself when she saw it. After she finished laughing she turned to me with this dead serious expression and whispered

“This means war”

and silently walked out of the room

Guys I’m scared shitless I think my mum is gonna kill me in my sleep

UPDATE: I WOKE UP THIS MORNING AND MY COMPUTER BACKGROUND WAS CHANGED TO THIS

WITH A STICKY NOTE ON THE KEY BOARD THAT SAYS

“I am the oncoming storm”

HELP

PARENTING DONE RIGHT

CAN WE PLEASE TRADE PARENTS OR SOMETHING

mydarlingangelgabriel:

Archangel Gabriel by *Life-Writer

I absolutely adore this <3

insanebluegenius:

Richard Speight Jr. in Out There

I do not know how to handle this.
at all. 

spirit-of-the-ocean:

my uncle used to be one of those people who drove dead people to cemeteries and such 

then he became a taxi driver and the person he was driving tapped his shoulder to ask a question and my uncle screamed really loud

shrettz:

cried-for-no-one:

cumber-bitches:

so I’m watching supernatural season 2 episode 1 where Sam finds John dead and drops a coffee cup and runs up to him and my Mum starts laughing her ass off. So I’m all “WHAT? This is one of the saddest moments of supernatural what is so funny?!” and she goes “Sam turned up 15 minutes late with starbucks.” and I just

oh my fucking christ you mom should either get an award or an exoricsm

Or both

ever-so-plucky:

Do you ever just cry because

a-sonic-violin-in-the-impala:

SPN: Angels by *kaiser-mony