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Julie: why is Luke crying

Alex: he took a what “member of Julie and the Phantoms are you” quiz...

Reggie: and he got me

Luke: *sobbing* I’m not worthy

you ever just. this is humanity’s eleventh hour. and i’ve prepared something for the occasion. it’s a show stoppin number. a real show stopper. a show stoppin number come on. something to shock em, to bring them a crawling a big time box office draw. with the press and the glamour, we’ll kill the reviews. spotlight on mr ingénue. so fill up your tumblr. got a show stoppin number for you. professor if they hear us they will kill us. a show stoppin number is something you die for. a real catchy ear-wormy tune. an award winning score, that seeps in and out of your pours. a dity to make the chorus girls swoo-oon. it’ll unify humanity, in a thundering chorus. no exit from this broadway venue. so crash those shiny symbols. got show stoppin hymnal for you. this songs pretty good huh. i bet you didn’t know that i was also a composer. i’m fact, while i’ve been preparing for the apocalypse i’ve also been writing my own musical. do you mind if i give you the pitch? we don’t have the ti- fuckin go for it. it’s called workin boys, a new musical. it’s the story of a group of old college chums. sure they found success in the business world. but still, they long for the simpler times. in the beat up old house at the edge of college campus. but those glory days, they’re gone for good. or are they? this here, this is the title number. business calls i’m up to my ass in shit. what is this business? markets are crashing and i’m at the edge of my witts. i just can’t take it. when all i want to do is spend the day with greg, and steve, and stu, and mark, and leighton, and chad. ring ring, the phone rings. i answer it. oh, hey greg. i’m swamped, with business. stocks, bonds, golden parachutes. remember those days on the football field greg? last week feels like ages ago. today? after work? on the football field? the old stomping ground eh greg? just you and me, and steve, and stu, and mark and leighton, and chad (and chad). five o’clock. i see you then greg. i’ll see you then. all i want to do, i spend the day with steve an. five o’clock can’t come soon enough, five o’clock can’t come soon enough, five o’clock can’t come soon enough. i can’t wait to get home, to my boys. a show stoppin number, a real show stopper. an aria to rule them all. they’ll throw us their money, at full price admission. the world will come crumbling down. Hamilton move over, your new competitions in town. hey henry. greg, is that really you? no professor that’s not greg! been a long time. hey boys, ready to toss around that pigskin? stu, you haven’t aged a day. can it be five o’clock already? it must be. come in henry, we’ve got some work to do. working boys we’re up to our ass in shit. what is this business? five o’clock can’t come soon enough. five o’clock can’t come soon enough. five o’clock can’t come soon enough. i can’t wait to get home to my boys. yk?

Johnlock (John & Sherlock)

BLACK FRIDAY OPENS TOMORROW

BLACK FRIDAY OPENS TOMORROW

BLACK FRIDAY OPENS TOMORROW

BLACK FRIDAY OPENS TOMORROW

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I write some stuff, but I don’t post it here, I could if people wanted me to though

idk how this works but if you post/create content about merlin, the witcher, jatp, and marvel could you like/reblog so that i can follow you?

I just love Shane sitting outside talking to their camera people and Ryan inside just “(screams) FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!”

Imagine:

It’s been centuries. Merlin can remember everything. Every date. Every story. Every name. Everything except for Arthur’s face.

He only comes to realize this on the anniversary of Camlann. He visits the lakeside of Avalon, tears freely flowing down his cheeks as he sobs. He collapses to his knees.

And in the quietest, most broken voice you’ve ever heard whispers.

“I’ve forgotten what you look like. I don’t want to forget you, Arthur.”

i had to see this so you do too

I just want to say:

If Curt Mega was president we’d be doomed. Because he’d sit in the Oval Office going, “It’s the end of the world as we know it.”

Ryan and Shane: The Witchfinder General

The Witchfinder: DON’T BE FUCKING RUDE

Julie: since learning we could touch I’ve been building the boys trust with high fives for weeks

Julie: today I’m going to hit Reggie with a “too slow”

Julie: welcome to the real world sunset swerve