happywhoviansquirrel:
Off to London for Les Miserables tomorrow! Going to be spending about 8 hours of the day travelling there and back but it’s totally worth it. Celebratory One Day More gifs are required!
Anyone else going to the matinee tomorrow?
(via hazimiz)
sherlockian-spockian-who:
superwholockinfromhogwarts:
twotwentyonebbakerst:
Benedict on Sherlock Fanfiction (X)
actually laughing out loud
OH GOD! Imagine if that was YOUR blog!!!!! THE HORROR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Like, REALLY guys. He could have seen any of our blogs. BENEDICT CUMBERBATCH AND MARTIN FREEMAN THEMSELVES COULD HAVE BEEN STARING AT YOUR BLOG AND YOU NEVER KNEW.
(Source: vitalyorlovs, via eyecandyburns)
Peter by ~akaxai
Peter. Peter. Peter. Peter O’Neill. Pe-char McPeterson. Emo O’Catface. Percival Holmes. Peeeeeeeeeeee-eter. Is. My. Friend.
I know who’s first up against the wall~
Something weighs down upon me, and it’s stifling. It radiates off me in waves and it feels like static. Pollution of the air and it’s heavy. And there’s nothing, and I’m struck by the whole humanity of it, how it doesn’t affect me. At. All. But, somehow, impossibly, it seems to. And, you know what? I don’t care that you won’t understand, because it’s only here that it matters and that it doesn’t fit the usual theme of this page. I don’t.
Can barely contain my sheer disbelief and disgust at the GAA’s handling of this whole “Derrytresk-gate-ee”. Those proud, disagreeable Creatures!
And I actually don’t give a flying fig about the whole Gaelic tha-ng and the Free-state, as a general rule. But those boys DESERVED this, deserved their place in this final, and look at the GAA caving under this and that, and upping their sentence because maybe the appeal made them feel bad or look bad or whatever.
Did I mention I was disgusted?
And the worst part is that I shouldn’t care, not so much as I do. There’s nothing particularly diehard about me when it comes to those most Gaelic of games, surely! And yet. It’s there, that interest. The need to know how that little team from up the road had done, who came from nothing but that which is more important than anything, so often overlooked, that little Hill Hut and the hearts of men and the love for that little place that raised them. Had raised my mother.
With perseverance and need, and all which is is admirable and puts one in mind of those great poems and great things that have lasted longer than their age.
And god, isn’t it just typical? Like an itch under my skin, the sheering, gut-renching injustice of it all!
And I’m not saying Derrytresk are saints, not by any stretch of the imagination. I’m not a child. I’ve seen the fight. But, hell, it takes two to tango, and if I know anything about Kerry, it was certainly more the Tyrone lads taking than they were ever giving. I’ve seen them play and it sets my teeth on edge, that something that could so easily be beautiful is marred so by their -dirtiness-. Ugh, like you can feel it, the sin, the sheer cockiness that rolls off their skin! Nothing can touch Ireland’s Golden Kingdom!
And, dang, when some back-water non-descript Tyrone team beats them (and beats them well, lets not forget), to hell with the football, that gorgeous game that courses through the blood of any and all Irish-men-women-and-those-less-descript that can sate it and boil it in equal measure, with being gracious in defeat and giving that little team, who are so gosh proud of their achievement (and with every right!!), props for doing so well, they bleat and whine and cry like scorned children weaning from their mother’s breast, and bleed them and watch them drown in the hatred of many Irishmen who don’t know a thaa-ng about it, because they weren’t there, and frankly, they probably don’t care.
Because, I mean, isn’t it great? Something MORE to hate Northerners about, to abuse them about, to laugh because dammit, being born isn’t enough already. Gosh darn, isn’t that a bitch?
And I can’t help but think, yet again, as I always do, that the Republicans have got it all wrong, and god, if I don’t mean the murder and mayhem, because that’s just a given but that whilst I’m not all against the whole BreakAwayFromThe’United’KingdomOfTheirs, ultimately I still couldn’t give a f-eeee-g about it, really, it’s just the lesser of two evils because if someone called me Irish I’d probably have an aneurysm but sure as anything, I’d still have enough in me to kick whoever it was in the shin. Cause a row.
Perhaps the Derrytresk-ee-ums could dig in with their handbags and mad kung-fu skillzzz. There’s a laugh. A gritted laugh, though blood and spite and hate that rings hollow. Declan O’Sullivan. (Number 11, below.) One of that Golden Kingdom’s shine-y golden, happy sons. A gentleman. The kind of player who even in a glance at the TV (and, with me it’s always a glance) makes your insides scream and churn in indignation, and think again, though you know the answer, why they’re on the pitch.
To wonder at the black, soulless corruption which deals such harshness out on a tiny team, so full of dream and promise only weeks ago.
Hhehee. The locker in our school now updated by Caoimhe.
http://tumblr.com/ZfELmwCUkw52 <——- original post.
This post includes an intellectual conversation we had. *insert laughter*
Well we had a discussion on Anders on Facebook, and raised some important points.
This was the result………we are just that awesome or autumn.
Creagh - “Anders -sigh-“
Laura - “Why does he wear coat after sex????”
Matthew - “Anders? xDDD he probably worn it during.”
Creagh - “He was embarrassed! Kinky…….. :S [@Laura].”
Laura - “HAHAHAHAHHA! It’s because he has no Lyrium tattoos.”
Aaron - “Are you sure they even have sex? Okay stupid ass question I know Sorry xD.”
Laura - “I hope they did….” >:l
Matthew - “Maybe they just lay on the bed making noises when they kissed. It would make you think they had sex -.-.”
Laura - 0.0
“Oh no All my fan fiction is ruined! That actually made no sense. That’s the point of fan fiction to add in a lot of sex.”
Creagh - “Look. They had Sex.”
Aaron - “lol yeah my immortal is the prime example!”
Creagh - “Anders would have made sure they had sex. He’s crazy. Autumn. [our substitute for awesome]”
Matthew - “Maybe he wasn’t feeling it.”
Aaron - “He’s always feeling it!”
If you want more Aaron —> http://lithiumionpenguins.tumblr.com/
Happy New Year….. From the team
Here is an Anders cat.
Anders, both stupid and sexy.
(This is a locker at our school)