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I'm Ebony. I'm 18.
I like to write, read, sleep, eat, and fangirl (not necessarily in that order). :D
Things I fangirl over include: Darren Criss, Glee, Klaine, Harry Potter, Doctor Who, Pokemon, StarKid, Disney, The Legend of Zelda, YouTubers, The Hunger Games, Sherlock and many other things!
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shadowpaintedrose:

stumpholewhiskey:

cornchipz:

muriel-fedder:

walkers-and-mutts:

OMG, look at this Jennifer Lawrence trasformation!

WHAT THE FUCk

SHE SHOULD BE A SPY

SHIT SON

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19 hours ago on May 23rd | J | 38,055 notes

savvyliterate:

Day of the Moon // The Name Of The Doctor

In which the Doctor learns about love from his father-in-law

2 days ago on May 21st | J | 6,417 notes
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oldlifenewsoul:

Eleven makes me happy. Stay yourself kids.

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p-r-i-n-c-e-s-s-slaya:

regalangel:

ryannxp:

irisowl:

So I walked into the dentist this morning. My dentist asked me how my weekend was. I said “Good, I watched Captain America last night. I really liked it.” And my dentist says “Oh, my son is in that movie.” At first I thought he was joking but then I realized

Dr. Robert Evans

I looked it up

My dentist is Captain America’s dad

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omfg

Omg!!!!

OH MY GOD!!!!

2 days ago on May 21st | J | 223,019 notes
2 days ago on May 21st | J | 3,008 notes

Reblog if today is not your birthday.

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themockingjayd12:

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Merry Unbirthday, to you all!

Happy Unbirthday dear Tumblr nation

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2 days ago on May 21st | J | 364,722 notes

The Name of The Doctor.

The Name of The Doctor.

2 days ago on May 21st | J | 2,090 notes
me when I first joined tumblr: lol I probably won't ever use this
2 days ago on May 21st | J | 246,160 notes
a-cumberbatch-of-cookies:

cloudwatchingangels:

fionapondwilliams:

prends-la-vie-comme-elle-vient:

Asylum Waiting Room of the Big Three.

it’s funny because it looks like the sherlock fandom are sane here

Sherlock bustled about the kitchen, throwing a cupboard door open and pushing aside a box of nicotine patches to retrieve two mismatched mugs. A kettle whistled plaintively in the background, like it had been trying to draw attention to itself for a while now. Setting the mugs aside, Sherlock absently pulled the kettle off the stove, poured tea into the two mugs, and carried them into the living room.
Doctor Who was sprawled over the same chair it had collapsed into last night, when it had appeared at the door muttering inanely about lost regenerations and knackered navigations systems. It made a whining noise as Sherlock tucked the shock blanket it had thrown off in the night back around its shoulders.
Supernatural was in similar straits, curled up on the floor with a throw pillow and a tattered trench coat around its shoulders and alternating between sobbing and muttering about domesticity potential.
A thudding on the stairs indicated the ruckus had finally awoke Merlin, who poked its head into the room, hair sticking up at all angels as it tied its scarf around its neck. Blinking blearily at the mess, it seemed to realize what had occurred when it picked up a discarded bow-tie from the floor, holding it between forefinger and thumb, “Is it that time already?”
“It was bad this year,” Sherlock whispered, trying not to exacerbate the already fragile fandoms under its care.
“I remember what that was like,” Merlin muttered, running a hand through its hair and pulling a cape off the nearby coat rack, “I’ll go to the store. We’re out of milk again. May as well pick up some fish fingers, custard, and salt.”
Supernatural gurgled something quietly.
“No, I won’t forget the pie.”

I SWEAR TO GOD TUMBLR NEVER FUCKING CHANGE

a-cumberbatch-of-cookies:

cloudwatchingangels:

fionapondwilliams:

prends-la-vie-comme-elle-vient:

Asylum Waiting Room of the Big Three.

it’s funny because it looks like the sherlock fandom are sane here

Sherlock bustled about the kitchen, throwing a cupboard door open and pushing aside a box of nicotine patches to retrieve two mismatched mugs. A kettle whistled plaintively in the background, like it had been trying to draw attention to itself for a while now. Setting the mugs aside, Sherlock absently pulled the kettle off the stove, poured tea into the two mugs, and carried them into the living room.

Doctor Who was sprawled over the same chair it had collapsed into last night, when it had appeared at the door muttering inanely about lost regenerations and knackered navigations systems. It made a whining noise as Sherlock tucked the shock blanket it had thrown off in the night back around its shoulders.

Supernatural was in similar straits, curled up on the floor with a throw pillow and a tattered trench coat around its shoulders and alternating between sobbing and muttering about domesticity potential.

A thudding on the stairs indicated the ruckus had finally awoke Merlin, who poked its head into the room, hair sticking up at all angels as it tied its scarf around its neck. Blinking blearily at the mess, it seemed to realize what had occurred when it picked up a discarded bow-tie from the floor, holding it between forefinger and thumb, “Is it that time already?”

“It was bad this year,” Sherlock whispered, trying not to exacerbate the already fragile fandoms under its care.

“I remember what that was like,” Merlin muttered, running a hand through its hair and pulling a cape off the nearby coat rack, “I’ll go to the store. We’re out of milk again. May as well pick up some fish fingers, custard, and salt.”

Supernatural gurgled something quietly.

“No, I won’t forget the pie.”

I SWEAR TO GOD TUMBLR NEVER FUCKING CHANGE

2 days ago on May 21st | J | 47,158 notes
2 days ago on May 21st | J | 327 notes

the-doctor-to-my-tardis:

meowdk:

markgatissallovertheworld:

uberditz:

Recipe: 

  • 2 cups of golden syrup 
  • 1 cup of warm water
  • 10 teaspoons of very red food coloring
  • 10 tablespoons of corn flour 
  • blue food coloring
  • yellow food coloring
  • little bit of peppermint flavoring 

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You are now ready to throw Sherlock off a roof.

WATCH THE FUCKING VIDEO I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO TERRIFIED

2 days ago on May 21st | J | 41,618 notes

THE MAGIC BEGINS: A really emotional moment - Lily’s speech & death.

Your mother was there for me at a time when no one else was. Not only was she a singularly gifted witch, she was also an uncommonly kind woman. She had a way of seeing the beauty in others even, and perhaps most especially, when that person couldn’t see it in themselves.” - Remus Lupin.

2 days ago on May 21st | J | 18,050 notes