Here’s some mistletoe kissy fluff for you, Erin! Happy Holidays! xoxo, Your Sherlock Secret Santa~

All of it

Is it just me or does this guy look like Peter Dinklage

i tracked down a caramelldansen midi enjoy this pure sin

and sorry for filling up ur notifications @tem-covers-nobody-wanted

Literally my favorite vine of all time

Australians on Tumblr are the best

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Luke 1:19

And the angel answered him, “I am Gabriel. I stand in the presence of God, and I was sent to speak to you and to bring you this good news:

Our whole fandom is going to hell

Well, it’s not like we wont know anybody.

Johnlock - promo shots x text posts

get out your VCR’s it’s time to watch The Prince of Egypt. or you can watch it here.

please don’t watch exodus: gods and kings because it’s icky and racist. you deserve better. you deserve the prince of egypt.

It is safe to say that I will not be going to watch the weird gross whitewashing mess that is Exodous…

tell me its not racist to only cast people of color as servants and whites as all lead characters in a MOVIE SET IN AFRICA

I heard about this the other day and it’s honestly more fucked up than if they’d just whitewashed the whole cast

But no, POC people are allowed to exist…but they don’t get to be lead characters or heroes or anything they can just be the silent servants of the white main characters instead

SO MUCH HATE FOR THIS MOVIE

In addition to all of the above.

I work in market research and on the weekends we have people preview movies and get their opinions on the previews, and Exodus is one of the film previews we’ve been showing. I am a HUGE FAN of Prince of Egypt. What I found interesting was this one particular similarity: during the plagues scene in PoE, there’s a clip where you just see this shadow of darkness fall over the sphinx and all of the temples and structures. It’s very dramatic and quite beautiful actually. In the preview for Exodus: Gods and Kings, they actually have basically a live-action version of the same exact clip, the same angles and everything. Like they watched PoE and were like, “That’s cool, let’s do that.”

Prince of Egypt may not be a perfect representation of the Bible story but it is a beautifully animated movie with stunning imagery and impeccable music which includes singing in Hebrew.

Here are some more reasons PoE was amazing:

I am not at all in the least bit religious, having had some awful experiences with religion, but Prince of Egypt is a wonderful movie. Please watch that instead of Exodus.

Prince of Eqypt is on Netflix.

It’s not only racist for the palace guard to be the only black characters, but it’s historically inaccurate for them to be that dark. Yes the Egyptian’s were dark (I mean they live in Africa, on the banks of the Nile, so they’re gonna be really really tan even if they started white. Which they didn’t) but they wouldn’t have had Numidians as their guards. It’s an entirely different nation that occupied what is now Algeria. It’s more racist because they are just assuming, “oh look he’s black put him in” The Numidians would have been a minority in the Northern parts of Egypt where this is set, not likely to be a guard at the palace

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My first kiss head canon is at Baker Street. Sherlock is trying to convince John to stay there where it’s safe while he runs off and does something equal parts stupid and heroic. John’s all “lol, not on your life” and Sherlock tries being nasty and abrasive, but it’s no use because John knows him for real. Finally Sherlock’s like “please” with his for-serious sad face and John starts to argue with him “if I’m not going, you’re not going” and “it’s just the two of us against the rest of the world” and “this is just as much my problem as it is yours” and Sherlock’s so fed up and frustrated by this point he grabs John, trying to reason with him, but they end up grappling with each other and shouting and letting out all the pent up frustration and they say at the same time, “YOU LEFT ME!” It’s dead quiet. They’re just staring at each other in that way they always do and it’s like THEY KNOW and they don’t have to say anything else. Sherlock backs away. Like, the keeping-eye-contact backing away, about to leave the flat and go down the stairs alone and John just says his name, all soft and broken and pissed as all hell and Sherlock is immediately drawn back by the sound and kisses him. And kisses him and kisses him and then leaves without a word and John’s too stunned to follow after him.

“You stay here,” Sherlock orders.

John handles the grip of his gun, tucking the barrel between the small of his back and the waist of his jeans. Frozen in place, but only momentarily. Shakes his head like he’s hearing things. “I—sorry?”

“You’re not coming.”

Sherlock has strategically maneuvered himself on the opposite side of the kitchen table. Closest to the door, John notes with no small amount of pique. Waiting for John to argue.

John does not disappoint. Adjusts his trousers and tugs his jumper down to hide the evidence of his firearm. “Then you aren’t going.”

Sherlock sucks on his lips. Angles his face just so, casting the smirk budding at the corner of his mouth into shadow. He has the decency to sound apologetic, but not the decency to meet John’s eyes when he says, “I’ll phone you once I’ve found Mary.”

“Bullshit,” John hisses between his teeth. His left hand clenching and unclenching at his side. “It’s always your way.” Anger accumulates in the lee of his voice. “Always. But not this time. This time we do things my way.”

“Your wife’s life in in danger,” Sherlock counters. Emphasis on the word wife. Straight right, sweet science. Forced to busy himself winding his scarf around his neck so John’s predictable flinch doesn’t stop him from continuing. “I don’t need you slowing me down.”

Silence.

Sherlock risks a glance at John, expecting to see resignation and—

John seizes him by the lapel of his coat. Pins him against the sliding doors. Frames creaking, glass rattling.

Sherlock rolls his shoulders. Spins John around to take his place. “You’re too close,” he pants. Doesn’t bother to straighten his coat after John lets him go even though he stands to his full height. As sharp and analytical as always in lieu of their grappling. But his brow puckers. And his voice loses its frigidity, deductions spawn in a rush of breath. Startled. Weary. Hurt. “You can’t be objective about this, can you?” Sherlock swallows around his, “Because you still love her.”

“Don’t you dare,” John growls. “Don’t you dare blame me for having emotions like a human being.” Defeated, he delivers his admission to the floor, “Sometimes you can’t help who you love, even if you don’t want to anymore.”

“I know.”

John stares.

Sherlock stares back.

A scoff. Half patronizing and half pleading. “Don’t pretend you empathize with me. You say these things—you say these things, Sherlock, but how could you possibly feel things like that when—“

“You left me,” they say in unison.

The air is heavy and charged and neither of them dares to look away for fear of severing the tenuous bonds of hope threading between them. Tangible and ripe and aching, in synch with the beating of their hearts, in tune with the pitch of their labored breaths, mingling in the space between their lips.

Sherlock retreats. Slowly backing off. The tips of his fingers slip from the collar of John’s jacket.

“Sherlock.”

Spoken so desperately it stops Sherlock in his tracks, balancing on the balls of his feet, momentum swinging from leaving to John. Sherlock kisses him once, twice. His body pressing closer while his mind tears him away. “I know,” he says again. Or tries to say again. Not sure if his mouth will obey him in any capacity that doesn’t involve not kissing John. Doesn’t care. Not really. Because John is kissing him back. And this is a new kind of stimulant, ratcheting heat in Sherlock’s cheeks, low in his stomach. Wave after wave. Bigger and bigger and more and John. John. “John.”

Doesn’t allow himself a moment to File: Save. Sherlock leaves in a rush, the soles of his shoes clapping down the stairs. And the feel of John’s lips against his spurring him on.

Some gems in a Misha Collins interview

misha dont sass them please

miSHA

you cocky bastard

what are you even doing

tone it down, sassmaster

how dare yOU

MISHA STOP THAt

FIRST OF ALL, WOW

asdflkjafsdhg;lkjhf Lily whyyyyyyyyyy hhhhnnnnnnnnnnngh sweet jesushot damn I have a serious problem gun!kink for liiiiiiife shaynA I HEARD THIS IN YOUR VOICE I'M

'four years of this shit. four years of trying to create a compelling character out of nothing and all i'm asked is about the character's love life or who has the best abs for the zillionth time. i should have jumped ship with crystal.'

So there’s this hashtag trending called #makeuptransformation, which is basically just people making fun of how dramatic face contouring is(seen in the first picture). I AM SCREAMING