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19th May 2013

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kennedyclintonkat:

metatron walks into a random office in heaven and sees a dozen desks situated in a half-circle facing the door. it’s odd, though, because the large leather swivel chairs all have their backs situated to him.

“hello?” he calls out, hesitantly.

as one, the chairs swirl…

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19th May 2013

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“I definitely designed it as a love relationship… That was the relationship I tried to draw. I think I also tried to draw a feeling of belief that very few of us are complete unto ourselves. It’s quite a lovely thing… where two halves make a whole.”
- Gene Roddenberry

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19th May 2013

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Parallels: Dean & Castiel // Merlin & Arthur

Merlin: ‘You could say there is a bond between us

Castiel: ‘Dean and I do share a more profound bond

reincarnation, fic please

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19th May 2013

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shippingwithshockblankets:

penandpage:

bewareabundantfeels:

ilovemyskull:

apoliceboxandadeerstalker:

LITERALLY JUST SPAT OUT MY FUCKING SOUP

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You know what though

Jim’s little diguises - Rich Brook and Jim from IT - have one thing in common:
They’re both total sweethearts.
They both have a gentle demeanor and seem to care about the women they’re fooling. They’re both anxious around Sherlock. They’re both inoffensive and fuckingadorableohmygod.
They both have a heart.
No one is that good of an actor. The one thing you can’t fake is a heart.
If he was heartless, Molly would be dead. She saw Jim’s face, she was a liability. Why didn’t he kill her? He’d heard all Molly’s stories, he knew she was important to Sherlock, if only a little, so why didn’t he kill her? Why didn’t he threaten her with the gunmen during Reichenbach?
I’ll tell you why. Because Molly is lovely and he cared about her. He purposely excluded her from the threat because he didn’t want to hurt her.
Even during their first meeting at the pool, Jim showed an unusual lack of self restraint “THAT’S WHAT PEOPLE DO!”. His face wasn’t blank, it wasn’t a pokerface like Sherlock’s. He was expressive. He was emotive. He was human.
Jim has a heart.
I think that on the roof during Reichenbach, Sherlock realised this.
He realised that Jim wasn’t acting.
He realised what Jim really wanted: to not be alone; to find someone just like himself; to find  someone not-ordinary. Most of all, he wanted that person to be Sherlock.
Sherlock saw the level of frustration and disappointment and, let’s be honest, sadness on Jim’s face when he thought Sherlock was stupid and ordinary, and when he thought Sherlock would jump to save his friends.
That’s how he beat Jim.
The way he asserts himself on Jim, moving right up into his personal space. Think about it. He never does that. He’s attacked people, usually in self defence, but never anything quite so personal, quite so intimidating.
He’s risking John’s life by doing this. He’s risking the lives of all his friends and he doesn’t care. In those moments, Jim is his primary focus. 

But then, listen to his voice, listen to the things he is saying.
Ordinary people have hurt Jim, there’s no doubt about that.
Sherlock is telling Jim that he isn’t ‘one of them’. He isn’t ordinary.
Sherlock isn’t being cruel, he’s being gentle.

We’re just alike, you and I.

And they are just alike, apart from that one little thing that they don’t have in common:

Sherlock is the good guy who doesn’t have a heart, and it’s his biggest weakness.
Jim is the bad guy who does have a heart, and it’s his greatest tragedy.

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I LOVE THIS FANDOM AND EVERYONE IN IT.

THIS FANDOM.

thank you for intensifying my love for Moriarty tenfold.

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19th May 2013

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19th May 2013

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hawberries:

► it’s the angels! they’re falling.

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19th May 2013

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vvictor-hugo:

My dad just came into my room and said ‘but what if Javert was actually just Valjean’s conscience and him dying was actually signifying that Valjean had let go of his inner demons and washed away his crime’ and left

I’m going to cry

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19th May 2013

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pocketaimee:

Honestly, this would have been a far better “remake”.

pocketaimee:

Honestly, this would have been a far better “remake”.

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19th May 2013

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mindmychaos:

You know what I haven’t read nearly enough of?

Grown/Growing Old Sterek

Like wrinkled, retired, unbelievably comfortable and fully set in their ways and so past their prime that even Derek’s joints creak and ache at this point. Grandchildren grown and thoroughly spoiled. Hip replacement for Stiles. Low cholesterol food plan for Derek. Snarky, sarcastic, beyond caring about anyone’s opinion of them, but still overwhelmingly fond and in love banter.

I need this. And I need it to be so fluffy that I will get multiple cavities from it.

*Bonus* If it’s actually a spell that’s sent them into their future lives and are suddenly forced to get real used to having decreased dexterity and being thoroughly out of touch with popular culture in exchange for a breakfast nook and flourishing tomato plants. And by the time they get back home it’s with the knowledge that it might just be worth staying alive that long if they do it together.

Stiles opened his eyes and he realized immediately that something wasn’t fine; he couldn’t see clearly, everything was blurred, and the colour of his room’s ceiling wasn’t light green.

“What?” he mumbled sleepily when he noticed that someone was beside him, snoring like a lumberjack.

“What”

Stiles tried to look at the stranger but all he could see was a vague blurr that might be a man in his sixties or seventies. For some reason,  Stiles didn’t feel afraid at all.

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19th May 2013

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