averypottermormon:

averypottermormon:

SO GUYS YOU’LL NEVER GUESS WHAT HAPPENED

Actually, it says it right up there at the top.  I have 1000 followers!

And, as promised, here is the giveaway!

After requests for my soul, my undying affections, and Jensen Ackles, I have decided to give away Superwholock things!  SO!  Here they are:

  • The SuperWhoLocked in the Tardis shirt from RedBubble in the size of your choice
  • a SuperWhoLock keychain from Etsy
  • Sherlock button trio from Etsy
  • Dean’s amulet from Etsy

AND

  • A Doctor Who poster of your choice from RedBubble

If that’s not a good deal, I don’t know what is!

Which brings us to the most dreaded part of this: the rules.

  • You don’t need to be following me (but I like to think I’m awesome, and I’ll do more of these as I get more followers and you’ll want to stay updated and also I really do think I’m awesome) but I would very much appreciate your icon and URL appear in my email inbox saying you’re following me
  • Likes and reblogs count, so reblog as many times as you want
  • Be nice
  • Don’t be a douche
  • Oh, and no giveaway blogs

Entries stop May 21st, in a month!  Ready, set, GO!

Also I need help for future giveaways, so if you want to offer me your graphics expertise I would be appreciative and I might give you something (if “might” means “definitely” and if “something” means “an object and my undying love”) so yes.

Edit: I will ship anywhere in the world, and I also found myself a graphic designer.  Thank you Elizabeth!

Have it again, guys, you’re wonderful and I love you all.  I will (I reapeat WILL) be doing a second and/or third place drawing, too, so don’t lose hope! :)

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averypottermormon:

averypottermormon:

averypottermormon:

averypottermormon:

averypottermormon:

SO GUYS YOU’LL NEVER GUESS WHAT HAPPENED

Actually, it says it right up there at the top.  I have 1000 followers!

And, as promised, here is the giveaway!

After requests for my soul, my undying affections, and Jensen Ackles, I have decided to give away Superwholock things!  SO!  Here they are:

  • The SuperWhoLocked in the Tardis shirt from RedBubble in the size of your choice
  • a SuperWhoLock keychain from Etsy
  • Sherlock button trio from Etsy
  • Dean’s amulet from Etsy

AND

  • A Doctor Who poster of your choice from RedBubble

If that’s not a good deal, I don’t know what is!

Which brings us to the most dreaded part of this: the rules.

  • You don’t need to be following me (but I like to think I’m awesome, and I’ll do more of these as I get more followers and you’ll want to stay updated and also I really do think I’m awesome) but I would very much appreciate your icon and URL appear in my email inbox saying you’re following me
  • Likes and reblogs count, so reblog as many times as you want
  • Be nice
  • Don’t be a douche
  • Oh, and no giveaway blogs

Entries stop May 21st, in a month!  Ready, set, GO!

Also I need help for future giveaways, so if you want to offer me your graphics expertise I would be appreciative and I might give you something (if “might” means “definitely” and if “something” means “an object and my undying love”) so yes.

Edit: I will ship anywhere in the world, and I also found myself a graphic designer.  Thank you Elizabeth!

Giving you guys another chance to grab it from my blog :)

Okay guys, it’s been five days.  Have at it again.

I’ve received some of the things on here, and they’re fabulous!  Don’t miss out - there might be a second or even third-place prize!

Hi guys.  Here you go again.

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folksonomia: So this is basically how I picture Smaug since I’ve learned that he would be voiced by BC.  Smaug the Chinfinite Dragon. Friends? I don’t have friends. I just have gold.

folksonomia:

So this is basically how I picture Smaug since I’ve learned that he would be voiced by BC. 

Smaug the Chinfinite Dragon.

Friends? I don’t have friends. I just have gold.

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Yes.

Yes.

(Source: angry-comics)

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more-than-a-myth:

I swear this is the cutest intro ever.

I really, really love how Dreamworks incorporates its characters into the intros.

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theoriginalspike: bradleyjeems: indifferentchild: ugggghhhhhhh: indifferentchild: To eat, or not to eat, that is the question. Whether tis nobler in the stomach to suffer the slings and arrows of hunger, or to take mouths and by digesting end them. To bloat, to eat, no more, and by eating we say we end the stomach ache and the thousand natural pangs that digestive systems are ere to. Tis a consummation devoutly to be wished.  To bloat, to eat, to eat. Perchance to fulfill? Ay, there’s the rub. For in that meal of nourishment what fulfillment may come must give us pause. There’s the respect that makes calamity of so long bulimia. For who would bear the hunger and malnutrition of time? The food corporation’s wickedness, the proud anorexic’s contumely, the pangs of despis’d hunger, the law’s delay, and the spurns that a good appetite by the unworthy takes when you yourself your acquaintance could make with a perfectly good stingray. Who would fardels bear to suffer under the veil of famine, but that the dread of something after the meal, the undiscovered course from whose satiation no feeder returns, puzzles the will, and makes us rather eat those fish we have, than swim to others that might not taste as good. Thus conscience doth make dolphins of us all, and thus the native hue of resolution to feed is sicklied over with the pale cast of thought. And meals of great pith and moment with this regard, their ocean currents turn awry and lose the name of action. Thus conscience doth make dolphins of us all I am in love with all of you. NEMO, NEMO, WHEREFORE ART THOU NEMO.

theoriginalspike:

bradleyjeems:

indifferentchild:

ugggghhhhhhh:

indifferentchild:

To eat, or not to eat, that is the question. Whether tis nobler in the stomach to suffer the slings and arrows of hunger, or to take mouths and by digesting end them.

To bloat, to eat, no more, and by eating we say we end the stomach ache and the thousand natural pangs that digestive systems are ere to. Tis a consummation devoutly to be wished. 

To bloat, to eat, to eat. Perchance to fulfill? Ay, there’s the rub. For in that meal of nourishment what fulfillment may come must give us pause. There’s the respect that makes calamity of so long bulimia.

For who would bear the hunger and malnutrition of time? The food corporation’s wickedness, the proud anorexic’s contumely, the pangs of despis’d hunger, the law’s delay, and the spurns that a good appetite by the unworthy takes when you yourself your acquaintance could make with a perfectly good stingray.

Who would fardels bear to suffer under the veil of famine, but that the dread of something after the meal, the undiscovered course from whose satiation no feeder returns, puzzles the will, and makes us rather eat those fish we have, than swim to others that might not taste as good.

Thus conscience doth make dolphins of us all, and thus the native hue of resolution to feed is sicklied over with the pale cast of thought. And meals of great pith and moment with this regard, their ocean currents turn awry and lose the name of action.

Thus conscience doth make dolphins of us all

I am in love with all of you.

NEMO, NEMO, WHEREFORE ART THOU NEMO.

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deductionwiththedoctor:

image

This is why my roommates found me on the floor wailing.

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longlittleness:

kateordie:

Sometimes I have the time and patience to get from an idea to a fully fleshed-out, penciled, inked and coloured comic.

Sometimes I don’t.

I HAVE A RIGHT TO MY OWN BODY.

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mirth-and-madness: notcinderellamayberobinhood: ionlyblogturtles: livingmywayeveryday: n-0-t-p-e-r-f-e-c-t: owl-outside-chris-house: vickified: hijackieee: “If a clock could count down to the moment you meet your soul mate, would you want to know?” omg yes lol yes, so then i can shave. Yes. reblog it everytime, cause it’s so stunning.  Has anyone written a book about this yet? I think it’d be interesting!!!!!!      One minute, 37 seconds.     My legs are shaking. Holy cow, there is no way I can do this. None.     One minute, 29 secods.     I glance around at the faces surrounding the room. Of course my Meeting would take place in the gross, overcrowded cafeteria.     One minute, six seconds.     Somewhere within these four walls, someone has the exact same countdown on their wrist. They’re going through the exact same pressure as me.      54 seconds.     Mom said I should be excited, not nervous. Yet I still find myself wiping my sweaty palms on my dress. I can’t believe she talked me into wearing a dress. I mean, shouldn’t  my Soul Mate meet me as I normally am? All plain jeans, blah shirts, and wild brown curls?     30 seconds.     Something deep within me tells me to stand up. I do, drawing the attention of my tablemates. They all know too. They smile encouragingly up at me. I chew my lip nervously.     25 seconds.     That same feeling pulls me towards the center of the room. My stomach drops away from me as I take a step in that direction.     20 seconds.     I continue in that direction. With each step the tempo of my heart picks up.     19. Faster.     18. Quicker.     17. More rapid.     16.  It’s racing.     Oh my god this is it. The moment my life changes forever.     My eyes search frantically around the cafeteria, searching for someone who looks as nervous as me. For someone who’s heading towards their future with no sense of direction like me.     10 seconds.     The feeling directs me slightly to the left. I turn to accomodate.     5. My heart has given up entirely.     4. I stop walking.     3. Just waiting left.     2. Everything is about to change.     1. Deep breath.      0000 d 00 h  00 m  00 s      Someone bumps my shoulder. I twirl around and my gray eyes meet blue, blue ones.     “Hello there, love. It appears as though we’re Soul Mates then, eh?”     As my words fail me, the only thing I can think is “I’m so glad I shaved this morning.” xD, love, can i keep it?, In case any of you are wondering, this screencap is from the movie TiMER ^Reblog for the fic. Always for this fic.

mirth-and-madness:

notcinderellamayberobinhood:

ionlyblogturtles:

livingmywayeveryday:

n-0-t-p-e-r-f-e-c-t:

owl-outside-chris-house:

vickified:

hijackieee:

“If a clock could count down to the moment you meet your soul mate, would you want to know?”

omg yes

lol yes, so then i can shave.

image

Yes.

reblog it everytime, cause it’s so stunning. 

Has anyone written a book about this yet? I think it’d be interesting!!!!!!

     One minute, 37 seconds.
     My legs are shaking. Holy cow, there is no way I can do this. None.
     One minute, 29 secods.
     I glance around at the faces surrounding the room. Of course my Meeting would take place in the gross, overcrowded cafeteria.
     One minute, six seconds.
     Somewhere within these four walls, someone has the exact same countdown on their wrist. They’re going through the exact same pressure as me.
      54 seconds.
     Mom said I should be excited, not nervous. Yet I still find myself wiping my sweaty palms on my dress. I can’t believe she talked me into wearing a dress. I mean, shouldn’t  my Soul Mate meet me as I normally am? All plain jeans, blah shirts, and wild brown curls?
     30 seconds.
     Something deep within me tells me to stand up. I do, drawing the attention of my tablemates. They all know too. They smile encouragingly up at me. I chew my lip nervously.
     25 seconds.
     That same feeling pulls me towards the center of the room. My stomach drops away from me as I take a step in that direction.
     20 seconds.
     I continue in that direction. With each step the tempo of my heart picks up.
     19. Faster.
     18. Quicker.
     17. More rapid.
     16.  It’s racing.
     Oh my god this is it. The moment my life changes forever.
     My eyes search frantically around the cafeteria, searching for someone who looks as nervous as me. For someone who’s heading towards their future with no sense of direction like me.
     10 seconds.
     The feeling directs me slightly to the left. I turn to accomodate.
     5. My heart has given up entirely.
     4. I stop walking.
     3. Just waiting left.
     2. Everything is about to change.
     1. Deep breath.

     0000 d 00 h  00 m  00 s

     Someone bumps my shoulder. I twirl around and my gray eyes meet blue, blue ones.
     “Hello there, love. It appears as though we’re Soul Mates then, eh?”
     As my words fail me, the only thing I can think is “I’m so glad I shaved this morning.”

xD, love, can i keep it?,

In case any of you are wondering, this screencap is from the movie TiMER

^Reblog for the fic. Always for this fic.

(Source: illness-and-instruments)

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Because I haven’t drawn anything digitally for a while. And this is sketchy and, honestly, not good at all. But I haven’t given you all any art for a bit, so I’m hoping you’ll forgive that.

Because I haven’t drawn anything digitally for a while. And this is sketchy and, honestly, not good at all. But I haven’t given you all any art for a bit, so I’m hoping you’ll forgive that.