IF U DIDNT TEAR UP WHEN IROH SANG “BRAVE SOLDIER BOY” TO HIS DEAD SON IN AVATAR THE LAST AIRBENDER YOU ARE NOT HUMAN DONT TOUCH ME
OMG REBLOG THIS & LOOK AT UR BLOG ITS COMPLETELY DIFERENT
Me
I was expecting porn to show up on my blog but it’s not thank god
IM CRYING
It’s all worth a reblog.
concernedresidentofbakerstreet:
Carry On My Wayward Son (lullaby Version)
imagine if this was playing at the and of the series
Dean and Sam are dying in the dirt of Stull cemetery, where they so long ago sealed away the Devil. Dean watches with tears in his eyes and a block in his throat as Sam convulses and hacks up blood.
He chokes out his brother’s name over and over, wishing only that Sam’s dream of them both making it out alive had come to fruition. But they hadn’t. They wouldn’t. They had lost everything to seal away Hell and it all seemed so meaningless as his little brother’s blood colored the ground dark. Dean’s own blood slowly is absorbed by the dirt until both of them lay on one connecting circle of dark red.
He stares down at the claw marks on his chest and lets out a painful chuckle at the thought that he didn’t have an angel to get him out of this one. He didn’t want to, either.
Slowly his hand inches towards his brother’s face. The life leaves his eyes and his last breath is exhaled with his older brother’s name on his lips. Dean’s world crashes. He’s seen it happen before, but he won’t be around to bring him back. No more crossroad deals or bigger plans. Sammy is gone. He chokes out a wail and waits for the end.
why
No one steps foot in Stull Cemetary for years. An omen hung about the place that no one questioned. Eventually teenagers started using it as fodder for ghost stories, centered around two brothers who were killed there whilst sealing the gates of hell. The most common form of the legend was that they haunted the place, defending against people who might want to reopen the gate. It was also said sometimes that one of the ghosts would also get particularly violent if you in any way showed interest in the ‘67 Chevy Impala parked within the cemetery.
One day a brave lad decided he wanted answers. He did research for weeks, finally piecing together a story about two brothers called Sam and Dean Winchester. They also frequently appeared in pictures with a mysterious man in a long overcoat, who never aged or even changed clothes in any picture our brave little student could find. Finally, there was nothing left but to go there himself.
He arrived at dusk, gun with modified salt rounds at the ready. Yes, he had definitely done his research. Everything was shrouded in gray as the gate creaked open and he stepped inside, the first human to set foot here in nearly a decade. He crept around the cemetery for a while before he saw the Impala. It was rusted and falling apart, though there were some places where the black paint had held on. Remembering the stories about the one ghost who got touchy about the car, he stopped. At the sound of wings behind him, he whirled around, gun at the ready.
There stood the man in the trench coat from the pictures, exactly as he had looked ten and fifteen years prior.
“It’s you…” he said in disbelief, but he didn’t lower the gun.
“My name is Castiel. Dean Winchester wishes for me to tell you that you are allowed to touch the car. In the glove compartment you will find a book. It will answer your questions.”
The boy glanced back at the car for a split second, but when his eyes returned to Castiel, he was gone. With every sense alert, he carefully opened the passenger door, and then the glove compartment. There was indeed a book inside, bound in leather. The front read “Journal - Sam Winchester.”
He opened it and read the first page out of curiosity, which lead to a second page, and a third. At midnight, he was still there, sitting against the rusted bumper of the Impala, perusing through Sam’s neat handwritten notes with the aid of a flashlight. He didn’t notice two shadowy figures behind him, one several inches taller than the other. He didn’t notice that Castiel had returned and stood next to them, watching over him, and he only barely registered when the radio in the car buzzed to life and began playing a soft version of an old Kansas song, a song that would follow him through the rest of his life as an honorary member of the Men of Letters.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANO.
I humanized the Magic School Bus, since it’s Ms Frizzle’s TARDIS equivalent! I mean, she IS a Timelord right? And the cliche of overused references ensued!
Thank you for driving a dagger into my feels and slicing them open like a Pizza.
XD
Aw fuck I ship it
I ship it too. Dammit.
I always pictured the Bus as a guy, but still, shipping still stands
how do you download cool hair and clothes and stuff for sims and use it?
without using the coins or w/e
go to modthesims.info and find something, in the downloads section it will say how to do it.
It’s astounding
Time is fleeting
Madness takes its toll
But listen closely
Not for very much longer
I’ve got to keep control
I remember
Doing the Time Warp
Drinking those moments when
The blackness would hit me
And the void would be calling
Let’s do the time warp again
Let’s do the time warp again
It’s just a jump to the left
And then a step to the riiight
With your hands on your hips
You bring your knees in tiiight
But it’s the pelvic thrust
That really drives you insaaane
Let’s do the time warp again
Let’s do the time warp again
It’s so dreamy
Oh fantasy free me
So you can’t see me
No not at all
In another dimension
With voyeuristic intention
Well-secluded, I see all
With a bit of a mind flip
You’re into the time slip
And nothing can ever be the same
You’re spaced out on sensation
Like you’re under sedation
Let’s do the time warp again
Let’s do the time warp again
Well, I was walking down the street
Just having a think
When a snake of a guy
Gave me an evil wink
Well it shook me up
It took me by surprise
He had a pick-up truck
And the devil’s eyes
He stared at me
And I felt a change
Time meant nothing
Never would again
Let’s do the time warp again
Let’s do the time warp again
It’s just a jump to the left
And then a step to the riiight
With your hands on your hips
You bring your knees in tiiight
But it’s the pelvic thrust
That really drives you insaaane
Let’s do the time warp again
Let’s do the time warp again
~** inspired by **~
~** daftwithoneshoe **~
I’m done, found the best post on the internet
Where was this during Halloween?!
Oh. My. God.
The Time Warp is like my all time favorite Rocky Horror song, and I’m seriously glad someone finally connected with Doctor Who
That was flawless.
Guys, in the Reichenbach Fall, Moriarty is wearing a tie pin of a FOX.
And in the book, Grimm’s Fairy Tales (Also mentioned in the Reichenbach Fall) there is a story about a FOX who FAKES HIS OWN DEATH.
Is this a clue about Sherlock’s fake death?? Or did Moriarty actually die??
Alright everybody, this post has been itching at my brain for a while now. There is a Grimm Fairytale where a Fox fakes his own death, called “The Wedding of Mrs. Fox.” The fairytale follows an Old Mr. Fox who believes his wife Mrs. Fox is unfaithful, and to prove his point, pretends to be dead in order to catch her cheating. I have no clue what this fucking story’s moral is, aside from the fact that Mr. Fox is a COMPLETE asshole and deserves to stay dead for putting his wife through all that bullshit, but dick-ness aside you REALLY have to stretch your imagination to try and make it allegorically link with Jim Moriarty and the Reichenbach Fall at all.
So I did some searching, and found a Greek fable known as “The Fox and (DRUMROLL PLEASE) The Hedgehog” which is the inspiration for the Grimm Fairytale known as “The Fox and the Cat.” This fable contrasts the fate of the proud and self-proclaimed clever Fox who has many tricks at its disposal against the self-assured and humble Hedgehog who has but one simple trick. The overlying moral throughout these variants is having one simple trick proves more effective than having many tricks.
The Fox and The Hedgehog team up to steal grapes from a farmer’s vineyard. The first time they go, The Fox gets caught in a trap, and The Hedgehog tells the frantic Fox to play dead. When The Farmer approached the Fox, he believed it dead and removed it from the trap. For a second time The Fox and The Hedgehog visits the vineyard to eat grapes. This time, The Hedgehog is snared. The Hedgehog calls out to the Fox, pleading that it come with its “bag of tricks” and free him from the trap, which The Fox claims to have dropped. Stalling, The Hedgehog asks to be forgiven for it’s sins, then hugged, and then finally kissed by The Fox. The Fox abides to all three of these, and with the kiss, The Hedgehog bites down on The Fox’s tongue, and holds The Fox there until The Farmer comes along, who laughs, kills The Fox, and frees The Hedgehog.
I personally see these connections as something like this:
The Fox = Jim Moriarty.
The Hedgehog = Sherlock Holmes.
The Farmer = Mycroft Holmes.
There is a Greek Proverb that states: “The Fox knows many little things, but The Hedgehog knows one big thing.”
That “one big thing”?
Stayin’ alive.
Sherlock knew of Moriarty’s cleverness. He knew of his many tricks just as The Hedgehog knew of The Fox’s. Sherlock knew the only way to win against Moriarty was to make sure Moriarty died. Now, I’m not saying that Sherlock wasn’t surprised at Moriarty for pulling the gun on himself, but I do believe that to some extent Sherlock was contemplating coaxing Moriarty into some form of demise.
After all, Sherlock is never show “deducing” Moriarty in the standard textual manner he deduces everybody else, and in the scene where Moriarty postulates The Final Problem in Sherlock’s flat, you can bet your best fucking cow that Sherlock was deducing the SHIT out of Moriarty. It’s subtle, but Sherlock shows us that he knows Moriarty is left handed, as he purposefully passes Moriarty his tea fashioned for a right-handed person out of spite.
That definitely means that Sherlock knows something about Moriarty that the writers do not want the audience to know that he knows. WE all know he’s crazy—WE all know Moriarty feels so fatally bonded and kindred to Sherlock that this could only end in death and destruction. The real mystery was WHAT Sherlock knew. Sherlock knew Moriarty was a fatalist—he wanted to die, but it had to be done poetically—artfully, if you will. Moriarty does mean “To die is an art” after all, do you think Sherlock wouldn’t correlate that? Do you think Sherlock wouldn’t say “Isn’t it OBVIOUS” dryly, sarcastically, in that beautiful baritone voice of his?
So Sherlock had to give Moriarty an artful death. I do not think that Sherlock was exactly expecting Moriarty to blow himself away at the time and place that he did, but I do believe that Sherlock was trying many different methods to see what struck a chord to make Moriarty react. Sherlock:
A. Feigned stupidity by allowing Moriarty to believe he had outsmarted Sherlock (As if Sherlock could decode the: “There is no code” Binary. He patted the rhythm anyways, for Moriarty, to make him think Sherlock he had outfoxed Sherlock.)
B. Threatened Moriarty by dangling him over the ledge.
C. Related to Moriarty in a devilish/angel way.
D. And finally, continued to play the game with Moriarty by laughing and stating that he didn’t have to die “As long as I’ve got you.” Meaning, as long as Moriarty was alive, Sherlock could find out how to call off the assassins.
Moriarty, not wanting to lose, kills himself, which makes it SIGNIFICANTLY EASIER for Sherlock to fake his own death. Moriarty, The Fox, was tricked into dying by Sherlock, The Hedgehog, who feigned dying. Now how Mycroft Holmes, The Farmer, comes in a very shadowy manner to pull Sherlock from “death” and free him from danger. We all know Mycroft is an intelligent and far-reaching man—part of the British Government and dabbles in many other secretive matters.
It would be no stretch of the imagination to think that Mycroft (who did not so much as grimace upon reading of his beloved brother’s suicide) had some involvement in the cover up and help his brother “die”. Moriarty’s death was mutually beneficial for the Holmes brothers, so why not just this one time collaborate?
Now both The Hedgehog and The Farmer are freed from the tricksy burden of The Fox.
Never fucking thought about that we never saw Sherlock’s deductions of Moriarty. OH MAN OH MAN
Only this fandom would deduce this from a tie pin.
…. I LOVE THIS FANDOM :’D
Oh my god what are our lives coming to
All this, FROM A FUCKING TIE PIN
