Office by Alex Penny
female, nerd, love to talk
Interests include music, tv, knitting, crocheting, reading, writing, forensic science, weird creepy facts, scary things, playing pranks, avoiding physical activity, debating, and avoiding spiders at any and all costs
No, it’s fine. I didn’t need my heart.
Are we crying about a doodle of dinosaurs?
Yes
Welcome to Tumblr
Oh god it hurts why would you ever
The meteor was coming.
Oh, God, it was coming and she didn’t know what to do. Her son, her beautiful little son, pressed close to her side, craning his neck to look up at his Mother.
“Mummy, why is everyone moving? There’s plenty of food here.” He asked in his sweet, innocent voice.
“Because, my sweet, sometimes it is best that we move on. It is our way.” She replied, forcing the words past the lump in her throat.
“Oh,” Her son said, turning his gaze to the fiery rock in the sky that would spell their deaths out for them, “the old Triceratops told me it was cuzza that rock. He said the rock could hurt us real bad.” He continued, not understanding what he meant by those words in his innocence.
“Triceratops is being silly, he just wanted to tease you one more time before he left.” She lied, choking on her tears. Oh, God, he son, her lovely son, was going to die not understanding.
“Oh.”
She turned her face to the meteor- it was close now. It wouldn’t be long. Swinging her head around, she dropped her face to her sons and nuzzled him one last time. “Let’s play a game, yes? And then we’ll go join the others.” She suggested.
“Okay! What game shall we play, Mummy?”
“Let’s play pretend. We will imagine the sort of place we would like to move to, and when we open our eyes, that’s where we shall be.”
“How do we play?”
One last look at the meteor- it was almost time.
“Close your eyes and imagine the place, and count to thirty out loud. Just like when we play Hide-and-Seek.” She curled herself around her son, both of them now laid on the beach.
“Ok, Mummy. 1, 2, 3, 4…”
She watched the meteor approach with sad eyes, and just before it hit land she turned her head, laying it and her neck over her son and bracing herself.
Her son had not yet said 30, but it was over.
what the fuck is wrong with you
NO
FUCKING DINOSAUR APOCALYPSE ANGST FICTION, WHAT ARE YOU
I have now officially seen everything.
Only Tumblr can give me dinosaur apocalypse feels.
Damn you all.
(via livinmokotory)
taking-everything-for-granted:
COURTLYN WE ARE THESE PEOPLE I DON’T UNDERSTAND HOW THIS COULD BE
SAYRAW
OMG
WHAT
HOW
WOTI S HAP PEN NING GG
(Source: dswinchesters)
taking-everything-for-granted:
Wow, I absolutely agree with this.
um…
no?
Sam and Dean are, from the beginning, established cis hetero men. THAT ISN’T WRONG OR DISCRIMINATORY AND I’M SORRY IF SOMEONE DISAGREES. Changing that would simply be pandering and it’s pointless. Cas (and most other angels) have decided asexual tendencies and changing that would, again, be incongruent and pandering.
Changing the very nature of a character just to “be fair” doesn’t help anything. I’ve seen it in various shows and the only somewhat successful and believable was Callie Torres’ in Grey’s, and even that was questionable. I understand that great desire to have a pairing get together in cannon, but when it doesn’t work, it doesn’t work. If characters simply make drastic changes in ways that are set up to be basic tenants of their personality, it’s impossible to have consistent characters at all. It would make no sense if Kirk suddenly was asexual and it would make no sense if Dean suddenly wanted to start banging dudes. Their characters just don’t allow for that.
I agreeee, i could never actually see anything more than a really close friendship between them, which is why i’m glad they’re going to be exploring that with these two in season 8. I think they would basically be the male versions of me and Courtlyn. Bffs 5ever because they die for each other all teh time
(Source: forever-humming-metallica)
The difference between Sherlock’s face and John’s face: this is not the first time John has seen this happen to a man.
Greg, too. Look at his face. If he’s about 50, then he’s probably been on the force for more than 20 years. 7/7, the 1990s IRA campaign…yeah.
Always thought it was a bit pretentious to say that Sherlock’s London was the battlefield. It’s Lestrade’s London that has the riots and terrorist attacks. Sherlock doesn’t care about those. Not cerebral enough for him.
John and Greg look so resigned. It’s a look that says “Not again, not here. Not while I’m awake.”
Because they each have their nightmares - different nightmares, for sure, John’s in hot, dry heat and the sound of gunfire, Lestrade’s in the cool damp streets of London with buses rigged to explode.
NO
NONONO
THESE ARE NOT THINGS I WISH TO THINK OF
(Source: herrholmes, via taking-everything-for-granted)
taking-everything-for-granted:
and by all i mean courtlyn
if you haven’t watched the first episode at least by noon tomorrow i’ll kill you
my face right now
it is not a good face
taking-everything-for-granted:
Old man Dean! And his young man :3
I have a huge soft spot for older Dean/always-young-angel Castiel. There has to be a little bitterness in my curtain stuff. I like the sadness of it, but I also love the idea of Castiel loving Dean no matter how he changes over the years.
I also firmly believe he would be there when Dean dies, and leaves for heaven mere moments after him. lalala you can’t tell me different
SOBBIII-III-IIIINNNGGGG
WHY THE FUCK WOULD ANYONE THINK OF THIS
NO STOP YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND MY DADDY!DEAN FEELS
(Source: belastalbot, via kirkbonesspock)
WOT THE HELL
guys there’s a little toddler on this episode of Grey’s and she looks exactly like Jill’s daughter
