Ok I warn you now that here is an extreme amount of gay on this blog.
Hi, my name's Noelle. You can call me Noelle. It's short for Noelle. I live and breath Supernatural, Glee, Homestuck, Avengers, Teen Wolf, Doctor Who, Sherlock, and Torchwood. I can't survive without quirky colourful sunglasses or coffee.
I gave my soul to Destiel, Klaine, Gamkar, Sterek, and Loki/Happiness.
honk.
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.”
Okay guys I need help my brother in law says the Impala, yes, BABY is a piece of shit car and NO ONE likes it because four door cars aren’t cool. PLEASE reblog this to show how much the Impala is loved and show him what an idiot he’s being.
Wait. He said it’s not cool because it has four doors? What does he drive? A smart car?
dean: hey sammy i gotta talk to you about something
sam: k
dean: so...so it's like this all right
dean: you know how i love pie the best
sam: *sigh* yes i know how you love pie the best
dean: yeah, i always did. since i can remember.
dean: and if anybody ever even asked me to eat cake--
sam: you'd throw a bitch fit
dean: i'd politely decline, shut up sammy i'm talking
dean: anyway, all my life it was pie and not cake, not ever.
dean: but imagine that one day this cake came into my life
dean: this really amazing cake
dean: like it looks like the most delicious thing to sit on a plate
dean: plucked from god's own dessert tray if you will
dean: and i'm like, damn, i need to eat this cake right now
dean: and it's not like i don't still love pie, right, like pie is still awesome
dean: but this cake looks so good that i might never eat pie again
dean: i could see myself making sweet love to this cake for the rest of my life
sam: dean wat
dean: sam: what are you even saying
dean: sam: dean: sam: dean: sam: dean: i might be a little bit gay for cas
Sorry to see you hurting. You were there for us when we cried our way through Christmas (and January, and February, and so on), so now we’re here for you, returning the favour.
Have a hug, and stay strong.
Love, The Merlin fandom
when the merlin fandom is able to get out the fetal position to comfort you you know shit went down
i love when you find that one character. that character that is your absolute favorite. the character that, just by thinking of them, makes you incredibly emotional. you know that character is the one for you. they’re your number one. and you know you will never love another more
