Stars In the Sparrows

LITERALLY just ran over and shoved every other thing out of the window when they announced the Pulitzer.

LITERALLY just ran over and shoved every other thing out of the window when they announced the Pulitzer.

Fuck being excited about Season Three. I’m excited about the new season of Texts.

(Source: textsfromjohnandsherlock)

Me : Oh no, why’d I get up this morning?

Boyfriend : To strike fear in the hearts of your enemies?

blobcecil:

((Hello Followers! It has come to my attention that this blog has over 1,000 of you!

It’s a three piece prize!

- 1st draw: A real life physical drawing! Sent to you. Inked in and on cool paper! Also! You can request literally anything. And I’ll make it. Even. NSFW. Wow.

- 2nd draw: Another real life drawing! Sent to you. Inked on less cool paper. You can request stuff but not NSFW.

- 3rd draw: Real life drawing! Sent to you! Inked on lesser cool paper. And it’ll just be a drawing of blob cecil.

Reblog and like as much as you’d like, you gotta be a follower.

Deadline: December 25th

Thank you for your support and wonderful comments. You’re all great people. ))

Never thought I’d be one of those folks into non- human versions of Cecil but this blog is too damn cute not to follow. Y’all should definitely make it your life goal to join me in the next 1,000 followers.
Everybody’s a critic.

Everybody’s a critic.

So like, what if John is just swimming in pain at the end of season two and all of a sudden Mary pops up and is like hiiii~! But John is having none of this eventhoughshe’ssoaddorableandohmygodnoooo. So he’s like my man pain is too epic for this super bubbly chick and even though he thinks she’s cute he’s just not ready yet because, god!

But Mary doesn’t care about the way he falls into silence sometimes, or about the days when the shadows seem deeper under his eyes. She saw what went down on the telly, she’s hip to what going on, and she doesn’t give two rats asses about what any of the tabloids say. And one day she shows up at the door to johns new place, and he’s had a terrible night because it was the first night officially not living in the place where he lived and loved with Sherlock, and here she is at the door at an ungodly hour of the morning, and he starts to say something about man pain and taking his time, and she’s pushing her way through and saying hey thats cool and all but maybe he wants to share her Starbucks? And then John notices she really does have Starbucks ….. So John lets her stay for a bit.

And after that she’s just THERE all of a sudden. Muscling John out doors on bad days, and cracking totally inappropriate jokes about his butt on good ones. She forces him to buy a pair of pants that are a bit tighter than he’s used to, even though he swears he feels ridiculous and is too old for them, just because she made him laugh till he turned red when he tried them on. In an especially meta moment she’s a Robert Downey jr fan, but this world doesn’t have Sherlock so it’s just Iron Man she’s a fan of. One year for halloween they celebrate american style and she shows up in this awful, I mean just god awful, Iron Man costume and John looks at this incredible dorky woman and thinks maybe this could be his life after all. I mean, he’s a man already living on after the end of the world so what does he have to really loose anyway?

And that’s when he realizes he might just really love her?

I just realized. Night Vale was officially birthed into the world ON MY BIRTHDAY. Carlos finally returned Cecil’s affections ON MY BIRTHDAY.
This lack of distance between myself and my favorite podcast can’t be simple coincidence. Therefore gentle readers, I have taken it upon myself, after much reflection, prayer and ceremonial chanting to declare myself QUEEN OF NIGHT VALE.
If you do not like it-  you have no choice, as I have already defeated the previous queen in battle and have now assumed control of the hive. The drones have begun to bring me royal jelly and I expect that I shall start laying my first brood of eggs in the next few weeks or so.

I just realized. Night Vale was officially birthed into the world ON MY BIRTHDAY. Carlos finally returned Cecil’s affections ON MY BIRTHDAY.

This lack of distance between myself and my favorite podcast can’t be simple coincidence. Therefore gentle readers, I have taken it upon myself, after much reflection, prayer and ceremonial chanting to declare myself QUEEN OF NIGHT VALE.

If you do not like it-  you have no choice, as I have already defeated the previous queen in battle and have now assumed control of the hive. The drones have begun to bring me royal jelly and I expect that I shall start laying my first brood of eggs in the next few weeks or so.

kikamacabre:

This is amazing :D

Holy shi*t!!!!

(Source: peterlily, via rainbowrowell)

Oh my. Would you look at these nice bookmarks we got to hand out in the store today. Yes, look how pretty they are. All the good children who buy books shall have one.
Look at how happy the book sellers are handing out the pretty bookmarks to the children.
All is well.
Or is it?


But one of the booksellers just can’t seem to stop giggling inappropriately. 


I shouldn’t be allowed near the YA section. Ever.

Oh my. Would you look at these nice bookmarks we got to hand out in the store today. Yes, look how pretty they are. All the good children who buy books shall have one.

Look at how happy the book sellers are handing out the pretty bookmarks to the children.

All is well.

Or is it?

But one of the booksellers just can’t seem to stop giggling inappropriately. 

I shouldn’t be allowed near the YA section. Ever.

rainbowrowell:

starsinsparrows:

Guess what our St Martin’s rep sent us today~~!

I spent a full ten minutes in my boss’ office doing an omgfreakOUT dance when I managed to grab this one first. I then spent the next five readjusting my bra and pulling up my pants.

You guys have NO IDEA how good this is so far.

Everything about this post makes me laugh, and also makes me happy.

(I can’t wait until we abandon all speech for GIF-based communication.)

Your favorite teen author has just tumbled you.

For god’s sake whatever you do, don’t be a fool about this. Pull it together. You don’t want people to think you’re a dropped head baby or anything. Just put on your normal face.