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The reason we know this:

iwantthatbelstaffanditsoccupant:

madfoxx:

Is love,

And this:

Is friendship,

is because this:

Is a man with a woman,

And this:

Is a man with a man,

So it seems obvious that these people:

Are in a heartbreaking love triangle,

While these people:

Are all happy as hell.

Sometimes an audience confuses

Romance

with

Bromance

and although

Heartbreak

might look similar to

Sulking

or

Intimacy

similar to

friendly comfortableness,

They are actually 

Very

Different

And it´s always easy

To tell

Them apart.

If you know how to

Spot

The signs.


The error is obvious really, 

These stories have nothing in common.

Can you guess why?

Do you want me to spell it out for you?

The reason that these stories are completely different is
that this one:

Is over now,

but this one

Has only just begun.

Casablanca…with the plane turning around. 

Because Mark Gatiss said so.

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taliabobalia:

squarlo:

taliabobalia:

there are too many people who spend their whole lives fighting to figure out which box they belong in without ever stopping to think that maybe they’re not meant to be in any box

except a blue one

ten notes. it took the doctor who fandom ten fucking notes to hijack a non-fandom post.

good work, kids!

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During the “Being Non-Compliant” panel it was said “our toys won’t be taken away”. But isn’t that already happening? We lost Thor. We lost Cap. Sooner or later Miles will replace Peter. Avengers goes all female. I mean, it feels like all my favorites are being slowly chipped away and replaced. What comics am I supposed to read soon?

gingerhaze:

Your toys aren’t being taken away, your mom just told you that you have to share them and now you don’t want them anymore because they have cooties on them. 

I dunno man, you might actually have to try relating to a character that doesn’t look like you at some point. And you happen to be part of the one group that has really not in recent memory been called upon to do that. So you’ll excuse me if I don’t feel all that bad for you? 

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I just thought you’d like to know that despite my not watching Supernatural, I am developing quite the love of Destiel and it is largely down to yourself. So there you have it.

dvancecinco:

You see, this is how it starts.  

You’re cruising your dash and you see ‘one of those three’.  The big Kahunas.  Sherlock.  Doctor Who.  And then there’s that one fandom.  The fandom with the gif for everything.  The two brothers and the angel.  There it is, shining in all it’s glory.

SUPERNATURAL

You think to yourself, “I have too many shows.  Too many OTPs.  Too many feels.  I don’t need any more.”

But you keep seeing it on your dash.   Usually just a gifset or two every so often.  You see some of the most crazy manip’ed sets ever.  (Have they really been having that much sex on this show?  How far have they really driven?)The fandom where other fandoms sit and wait for them to show up.  The fandom with over 7 million hits on a photo of a guy in tight red gym shorts.

And then you see these fics.  They start appearing.  One by one.  And they’re short maybe.  So you read one.  It’s tagged “Destiel”.  What is this crazy portmanteau?  It’s a hunter and an angel.  

You read one.  It’s cute.  

You read another.  It guts you with the amount of feelings.  You were not prepared for this.

You’re curious.  Does it always hurt this much?

You read another.  It’s 150,000 words long.

You haven’t even seen an episode yet.  You’re not ready for this kind of commitment.  

And yet…

Netflix.  

Netflix has 8 seasons.  And that neat new auto-play thing so you don’t even have click to the next episode.  It just plays and plays.

You’ve succumbed.  It’s only 8 seasons, and you need something to keep you company while Sherlock and Doctor Who are hiatus, and you’re not ready to watch the last 22 minutes of The End of Time Part II for the seventy-first time and cry over that scene with Rose…and there’s no way you’re touching Reichenbach with a ten-foot pole (this week anyway).  

You’re 43 seconds in to the pilot and the words that come out of your mouth resemble the cries of so many around you.  ”I’m so invested!”

You devour episode after episode.  You break only for water, to pee, and for more tissues.  

Season 1 finale; you cry.  Season 2 finale; you cry harder and weep for these two brothers.  Season 3 finale; there are no words to express your grief.  Season 4 finale; you can’t believe how much your babies have grown and how their family has grown.  Season 5 finale; you understand all those oh shit! we forgot adam gifsets and inside jokes.  Season 6 finale; you gasp in horror.  Season 7 finale; you smile a sad smile because this is the end of all the Dick jokes.  Season 8 finale; you just want to cuddle with the ones you love.  

You get ahold of season 9 and BAM!  Gone in an afternoon.  But now there’s another hiatus.  

It’s the story of your life.  Literally.  Invested in another show.  It goes away and comes back bigger and better than ever.  

In the mean time?  AO3 and tag tracking.  Because that is all that’s left.

Pretty much how it went for me. And a push from awesome roommate.