inthemoshpitformisha... ♥

call me kaitlin, you insane little stalkers who are no doubt freaks. (;

i am a proud minion of misha, casgirl, waiting for an angel in a trenchcoat, a perv, artist, author, animal [particularly wolf] lover, eternally hungry, linkin park fan, drummer, ballerina and 'strine/aussie. i have a habit of becoming scarily obsessed with things and may chase you around the oval naked, screaming and holding a machete. i also openly support gay marriage and the banning of live export. deal. i work part-time as a supernatural hunter on the island, chillin' with the smoke monster and benjamin linus, hang out with my band of brothers, ship janto in the Hub, share a house with a vampire, werewolf and ghost in Bristol/Boston, hang with the only consulting detective in the world, drool over helen magnus and nikola tesla at the sanctuary, volunteer for thunderclan, deliver evil packages to irk, creep stars hollow's gazebo at night, sleep in the tardis and hide in topgear's ventilation system. i'm a stark, though i spend most of my time hanging around with tyrion lannister. remember: all the best heroes have daddy issues. i also reblog everything supernatural. everything.... the lion king is my life and my superhero name is BLUE CABINET. keep that in mind. i may have to save you one day and having to do introductions at the end of the world would be a tad awkward. good day. i breathe destiel, i love history and i'm a grammar nazi. i am in love with florence welch. Read the Printed Word!
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valeria2067:

“Hamish, what the HELL were you playing at?”

“Dad, I’m sorry, I—”

“The headmaster said they found you on the rooftop! What have I told you about heights, Hal?”

“But, Dad, I just wanted to calculate the—”

“WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU?!”

“John, calm down. Hamish doesn’t understand.”

“Neither do you, Sherlock, so you can bloody well back off!”

“John…”

“NO! He was on a ROOFTOP, for Christ’s sake!  He was on the ledge of rooftop, looking down… He was nearly…He…he could have… God, Hal… oh, God…”

“Please stop crying, Daddy! I’ll never do it ever again, I swear! I’m so sorry!”

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