greetings, fellow earthling. my name is Juni, my favourite words are brain, fever and ambivalent. also whats the deal with wincest? idk whatever floats your boat, man.
Doctor Who | Supernatural | Sherlock | Firefly | American Horror Story | Star Trek → sammy
Kanye West & Kim Kardashian vs James Franco & Seth Rogen
OH. MY. GOD.
Sometimes I’m confused by Canadian stereotypes but then I realize that we literally dump maple syrup onto the snow, wait for it to get gooey and then scoop it up with a stick and eat it
you better not be fucking with me canada is this for real
it is all too real
“oh no” my followers whisper in horror as i show signs of entering yet another fandom
James Dean photographed by Dennis Stock, on his uncle Marcus Winslow’s farm, where he grew up, going through some old books in the loft of the barn.
Fairmount, Indiana, 1955.
Doctor Who Series 7 (2012-2013)
#i always wonder what ten does with donna’s stuff after she forgets him #if he stumbles upon bits and pieces of her and has to keep storing it all in her bedroom #that months later he’s humming to himself with flowers around his neck and a satisfaction at having delayed yet another day #when he trips on something #falls flat on his face #and it’s the hat box #he’s not quite sure how it got there #perhaps it’d been stored nearby and got dislodged during his latest crash landing #or perhaps the tardis had placed it there #regardless #he looks at all the hats that have spilled on to the floor and thinks of donna #donna who was loud and brash and brave and never faltered even when she didn’t believe in herself #and he is sickened by his cowardice #he picks up the nearest hat #all cowboy and straw and it’s really rather terrible as far as hats go #and places it on his head in the hopes that some of donna’s courage will leak through #that it will give him the strength so that for once in his life #he stops running (via yaccbs)
We were sitting there talking and drinking beer, and someone said, “Oh, look who walked in.” It was Professor Tolkien, and I nearly fell off my chair. I didn’t even know he was alive. He was a benign looking man, smoking a pipe, walking in, an English countryman with earth under his feet. And he was a genius, a man of incredible intellectual knowledge. He knew somebody in our group. He (the man in the group) said “Oh Professor, Professor…” And he came over. And each one of us, well I knelt of course, each one of us said “how do you do?” And I just said “Ho.. How.. How…”
I can’t imagine a world without Mr. Lee
if i follow u
and u follow me
we are friend
I was sitting on sea ice when I heard a little peep over my shoulder.
i think dogs have elevator music playing in their heads at all times