SEBASTIAN “WHY DID I SAY THE THING” STAN
This gif set is perfect.
fic where steve is having his morning run but sam is nowhere in sight so he just has to run on his own with no one to tease about how slow they are but then suddenly nyoooom “ON YOUR RIGHT” sam screams as he passes flying by and puSHES STEVE INTO THE FOUNTAIN
The Musketeers + Archer
Perishables! Come Congregate in the Cold!
Little Hot Waves, Or, Let’s Get Brain Cancer While We Wait For The Popcorn
Mix Your Drinks! (Stir! Whip! Purée!)
A Configuration of Whisks Which, When Activated, Allow Sufjan Stevens to Cook a Fluffier Omelette
Toaster (For the Toastless)
i read a fic somewhere where cecil’s tattoo’s moved to carlos
walter white is out of control
A reverse harpy. My god.
“Is it painful?” John asks. He looks into her face, shoulders straight.
“You have to understand that our results so far have been limited to only a few studies,” Dr. Stapleton begins.
“Don’t sugarcoat it,” John says. His voice is flat. He feels like he’s twenty-eight again with the Afghan wind sweeping sand into his face and the roar of helicopters above. “Is it painful?”
She hesitates, but then she admits, “By the end of the infection, our animals seemed distressed.”
There was a coping technique that John adopted when he was a field medic.
It was that he was already dead. The bullet just hadn’t found him yet.
Equilibrium by augustbird (x)