(via outofcontexthazelquotes)
I genuinely think it’s because Americans think we’re inherently distrustful.
Everybody in the background is in love with Tom Hiddleston
especially that guy in the black shirt…
What the devil’s happened to the back of the car, George?
Which novel would you like to see adapted for the stage? (✘)
Crowley ↳ 7x23 Survival of the Fittest
i just
I’m so sorry
PLEASE STOP REBLOGGING THIS I DONT REALLY KNOW WHAT A MANGO IS BUT IT SEEMED LIKE A GOOD IDEA AT THE TIME
Mark Gatiss: professional actor, writer, screenwriter, giant dork.
If you want something said, ask a man; if you want something done, ask a woman Supernatural edition (x)
"You see, there are still faint glimmers of civilization left in this barbaric slaughterhouse that was once known as humanity. Indeed that’s what we provide in our own modest, humble, insignificant… oh, fuck it."
Be sure to pop in and explore Claire’s Apothecary Cabinet at the Starz website ..part-fun, part-informative!
the next cover of Scottish Vogue new episode still
Mrs. Graham’s “fortune telling”.
“You aren’t Frank,” I whispered.
“I am not,” he agreed, surveying me with considerable interest. “Though I’ve a cousin of that name. I doubt, though, that it’s he you have confused me with, madam. We do not resemble one another greatly.”
Whatever this man’s cousin looked like, the man himself might have been Frank’s brother. There was the same lithe, spare build and fine-drawn bones; the same chiseled lines of the face; the level brows and wide hazel eyes; and the same dark hair, curved smooth across the brow. But this man’s hair was long, tied back from his face with a leather thong. And the gypsy skin showed the deep-baked tan of months, no, years, of exposure to the weather, not the light golden color Frank’s had attained during our Scottish holiday.
I became aware, in the midst of this advice, that while the patient was listening respectfully, the other men were eyeing me with looks ranging from wonder to outright suspicion.
“I’m a nurse, you see,” I explained, feeling somehow defensive.