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Pronounced "Sheh-FIHV-uh-lowss"

augustayc:

braiker:

Are you fucking kidding me? Did we all just wake up in 1938?

Really seriously flabbergasted and concerned about this.

Okay, so according to this article, the pamphlets were issued by radicals trying to stir things up and make people lose faith in the government.  The people who did follow the instructions on the pamphlets only found and empty room with no one to register them.  The mayor is didn’t sign those flyers and he had nothing to do with them.

augustayc:

braiker:

Are you fucking kidding me? Did we all just wake up in 1938?

Really seriously flabbergasted and concerned about this.

Okay, so according to this article, the pamphlets were issued by radicals trying to stir things up and make people lose faith in the government.  The people who did follow the instructions on the pamphlets only found and empty room with no one to register them.  The mayor is didn’t sign those flyers and he had nothing to do with them.

okaythislookshawkguy:

the-jackals:

okaythislookshawkguy:

audreyii-fic:

angelholme:

audreyii-fic:

get-your-ass-in-the-impala:

audreyii-fic:

lumos5001:

khan-locked:

i think i’ve changed my mind about superwholock

plot twist: an alien invasion isn’t how Eleven dies, it’s the Winchesters

This brings back my thesis that every fanfic — every fanfic on every subject in every fandom — can be improved by adding “And then the Winchesters shot them” to the last line.

Go on. Try it. I’ll wait.

Jesus.

If you insist.

"May the undeserved kindness of the Lord Jesus Christ be with the holy ones. And then the Winchesters shot them.” (Revelation 22:21)

See?

The last trace of steam evaporated in the autumn air. The train rounded the corner. Harry’s hand was still raised in farewell.

"He’ll be alright" murmured Ginny.

As Harry looked at her, he lowered his hand absent-mindedly and touched the lightning scar on his forehead.

"I know he will"

The scar had not pained Harry for nineteen years.

All was well.

And then the Winchesters shot them.

we have a winner.

All their life in this world and all their adventures in Narnia had only been the cover and the title page: now at last they were beginning Chapter One of the Great Story which no one on earth has read: which goes on for ever: in which every chapter is better than the one before.

And then the Winchesters shot them.

everyone go home

Aunt Em had just come out of the house to water the cabbages when she looked up and saw Dorothy running toward her.

"My darling child!" she cried, folding the little girl in her arms and covering her face with kisses; "where in the world did you come from?"

"From the Land of Oz," said Dorothy, gravely.  "And here is Toto, too.  And oh, Aunt Em!  I’m so glad to be at home again!"

And then the Winchesters shot them.

Sorry the recording isn’t very good; I’m coming off a cold and my mom has the good mic right now, so I recorded with my computer mic.

So We’ll Go No More A-Roving" by Thomas Tandlerov for harp and soprano; the lyrics are a Byron poem by the same name.  I love this song and my voice right now doesn’t do it justice.