I. AM. ZIP. (Save the Empire)

blue-deducing-impala: When you try your best but you don’t...

Mon, 20 May 2013 22:30:31 -0400

When you try your best but you don’t succeed

When you get what you want but not what you need

When you feel so tired but you can’t sleep

Stuck in reverse

And the tears come streaming down your face

When you lose something you can’t replace

When you love someone but it goes to waste

Could it be worse

Lights will guide you home

And ignite your bones

And I will try to fix you

zombiestext: (203): We planned for the zombie apocalypse. In...

Mon, 20 May 2013 22:23:30 -0400

zombiestext:

(203):

We planned for the zombie apocalypse. In great detail. Of course there was booze involved.

bryarly: grrrenadine: ta da Well this is surprisingly...

Mon, 20 May 2013 22:17:41 -0400

bryarly:

grrrenadine:

ta da

Well this is surprisingly adorable.

samparty: A golden tiger girl I’ve had in my head for the...

Mon, 20 May 2013 22:13:32 -0400

samparty:

A golden tiger girl I’ve had in my head for the longest time, but didn’t have the time to draw out! I started this last night as a quick thing before bed, and just had to finish.

nothing too special about her..she’s very calm and meditative. only speaks when she needs to, and she is always smiling. a very proud and happy spirit!

haven’t figured out a name yet, was thinking maybe Lily..haha.

ask-avengerinitiative: Tony: Winterfell sounds familiar…...

Mon, 20 May 2013 22:10:22 -0400

ask-avengerinitiative:

Tony: Winterfell sounds familiar… JARVIS, where have I heard that before?

JARVIS: I believe from the stories of your youth, sir. History lessons, really.

Tony: No wonder it didn’t stick. So what?

JARVIS: You are indeed supposedly affiliated with this house. Whether by blood or assumed name.

Tony: I knew I was royalty.

JARVIS: Upon a throne of iron, sir.

Tony: Funny, JARVIS.

Doctor Who: SCREAMING

Mon, 20 May 2013 22:07:49 -0400

Doctor Who: SCREAMING
Supernatural: CRYING
Sherlock: WAITING
Merlin: DEAD
Hannibal: Eating Merlin
NCIS: unemployed
Mentalist: OMG

seedatart: You don’t have enough badges to hit me!

Mon, 20 May 2013 22:06:53 -0400

seedatart:

You don’t have enough badges to hit me!

Gordo: setting the bar impossibly high for men since 2000

Mon, 20 May 2013 22:03:36 -0400

Gordo: setting the bar impossibly high for men since 2000

Sons of Gondor, of Rohan, my brothers! I see in your eyes the...

Fri, 17 May 2013 20:38:35 -0400

Sons of Gondor, of Rohan, my brothers! I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me. A day may come when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day. An hour of woes and shattered shields, when the age of men comes crashing down! But it is not this day! This day we fight! By all that you hold dear on this good Earth, I bid you stand, Men of the West!

Photo

Fri, 17 May 2013 20:33:16 -0400

Photo

Fri, 17 May 2013 20:33:08 -0400

royharper: #my favorite thing is when people refuse to do the...

Fri, 17 May 2013 20:26:52 -0400

royharper:

#my favorite thing is when people refuse to do the thing

zombiestext: (949): YOU DON’T JUST GET TO CALL AND SAY YOU...

Fri, 17 May 2013 20:26:19 -0400

zombiestext:

(949):

YOU DON’T JUST GET TO CALL AND SAY YOU MIGHT BE DEAD, THEN NOT ANSWER!

ohmylaniaison: #i will never get over tony’s body jolt and...

Fri, 17 May 2013 20:22:35 -0400

ohmylaniaison:

#i will never get over tony’s body jolt and blink when she says ‘he’s thirteen.’

nishlo: metallikato: generallegendary: metallikato: jewelstaites: how to give a good...

Fri, 17 May 2013 20:17:41 -0400

nishlo:

metallikato:

generallegendary:

metallikato:

jewelstaites:

how to give a good handjob

bop it

pull it

twist it

harder

better

faster

stronger

You pull your left hand in
You pull your left hand out
You pull your left hand in
And you shake it all about!

Cha cha real smooth

and do the harlem shake

cumberverse: somewhatdorky: godsofmischief: He manages to...

Fri, 17 May 2013 20:16:24 -0400

cumberverse:

somewhatdorky:

godsofmischief:

He manages to convince himself that it’s the right thing to do.

Three years to the day since the death of London’s greatest mind, since the death of the world’s only consulting detective, since the death of the great Sherlock Holmes.

Three years to the day since the death of John Watson’s best friend, and the pain of it has not been dulled by a single passing moment. He is tired. So, so tired.

He looks out over the rooftops, out over London. Below him, the world moves on, takes no notice of the small figure standing on the ledge of Saint Bartholomew’s Hospital.

Three years, to the day. It’s oddly poetic, if he were inclined to such sentiments. He tells himself that he’s doing what’s best – he hasn’t been the same since Sherlock died, hasn’t laughed and hardly ever smiles. Lestrade and Mrs. Hudson tried, at first. He’d invite John out for a pint, she’d bring him tea in the mornings.

Nothing helped. Eventually they got the message.

John moved out of Baker Street two months later. Found himself a small flat he was able to afford on his army pension and whatever money he managed to make at the surgery, on the days he decided to show up.

Sarah was understanding. She put up with him longer than he could have asked for.

Now he’s jobless. Nearly homeless. Living off of tea and crap telly to numb his mind. No one to miss him because he’s pushed everyone away and the only person who really mattered, John buried three years before.

He tells himself it’s the right thing to do. Sherlock wouldn’t have wanted him to, but Sherlock’s not there to tell him so. That’s the problem.

On the street below, no one takes notice of the man on the roof who spreads his arms wide, feeling the breeze telling of distant rain whisper against his exposed skin. He looks down – it doesn’t seem so far, I wonder if this is what he felt like, maybe I can ask him soon – takes a deep breath.

John Watson closes his eyes. Leans forward. Feels himself begin to fall-

-is violently snatched from behind, strong arms curling around his chest, yanking him back.

His savior doesn’t let go when they tumble backwards, landing hard on the building below them. John breathes deeply, evenly through his nose, does not open his eyes. The feel of those arms around his chest is oddly comforting, the scratch of wool on his cheek distracting, the scent of tea and unidentifiable chemicals familiar…

John opens his eyes, sees nothing but the sky thinly veiled by clouds. The arms around him remove themselves. His savior shifts.

Suddenly the sky is replaced by two pale eyes, half-lidded and grieving.

“You were going to jump after me,” Sherlock says. It’s the first time John can remember hearing the great detective say something so obvious.

Can you not

incineratedbythesun: WHAT THE FUCK

Fri, 17 May 2013 20:11:34 -0400

incineratedbythesun:

WHAT THE FUCK

tywinllannister: → Ernil i Pheriannath

Fri, 17 May 2013 20:02:49 -0400

tywinllannister:

→ Ernil i Pheriannath

folie-a-tout: heyaeya: dameofspace: pandyssian: OH MY GOD APPARENTLY TAKING AN ARROW TO THE KNEE...

Fri, 17 May 2013 20:01:54 -0400

folie-a-tout:

heyaeya:

dameofspace:

pandyssian:

OH MY GOD APPARENTLY TAKING AN ARROW TO THE KNEE WAS AN OLD NORDIC SLANG FOR GETTING MARRIED

I THOUGHT THAT ALL THOSE GUYS IN SKYRIM HAD LITERALLY BEEN SHOT IN THEIR KNEES WITH ARROWS BUT I GUESS NOT

And at that moment, the foundation of that entire meme became something like this:

THAT EXPLAINS WHY MEN GO DOWN ON ONE KNEE WHEN THEY PROPOSE

OH MY GOD

mu5icliz: germansam: tokyosluts: Sleeping is nice because youre not actually dead and youre not...

Fri, 17 May 2013 10:23:01 -0400

mu5icliz:

germansam:

tokyosluts:

Sleeping is nice because youre not actually dead and youre not awake so its a win-win situation

It’s like being dead without the commitment.

an open relationship with death