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  • The Doctor: *regenerates*
  • Sherlock: *dies and comes back*
  • Sam Winchester: *dies and comes back*
  • Dean Winchester: *dies a lot and comes back*
  • Castiel: *dies and comes back*
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  • Merlin: …Arthur?
  • Arthur: *loading please wait*
  • Jon: *shakes Evan awake* Babe. Wake up.
  • Evan: *sits up* Hm?
  • Jon: Ok so I just wanted to ask you something...do you like me?
  • Evan: *face palms* Bitch we're married.
  • Jon: Yeah but do you like-like me? *winks*
  • Evan: Go back to fucking sleep. *turns over*
  • Jon: *starts crying* YOU DIDN'T ANSWER THE FUCKING QUESTION
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“(Y/N). Your brothers are here,” Charles said.

“Oh no. Why?” you called back.

“(Y/N), go see them.”

“Why? They haven’t come before? And I’ve been here for three years.”

Sherlock and Mycroft rarely visited you or even interacted with you outside of family holidays. You were so much younger than both of them that when you were born Mycroft was in University and Sherlock was off doing God knows what, God knows where.

Charles shrugged and you snorted.

“Just go,” Charles told you and then left your room.

You contemplated how you should use your powers to scare them. You had the ability to teleport and you could use it to appear behind them and scare them.

You snickered and closed your eyes. Summoning your strength, you visualized the front porch and your brothers standing there facing the door. You grinned and then pushed yourself to teleport behind them.

You appeared behind them seconds later and cleared your throat. Sherlock and Mycroft both jumped and you laughed.

“Brothers,” you greeted.

“(Y/N), it’s good to see you,” Mycroft smiled. You raised an eyebrow and crossed your arms.

Sherlock was giving you a flat stare, but you thought his lips twitched when you glared at Mycroft.

“What do you want?”

“We just wanted to visi-“

“Cut the shit. You haven’t visited me ever and even before that we never talked.”

Mycroft frowned, but you stood your ground. Whatever they wanted it had to be serious, they wouldn’t be here otherwise.

“We need your help,” Sherlock finally relented.

“With what?”

They both hesitated there and you rolled your eyes.

“You’re both geniuses, but dammit you’re idiots. How the hell am I supposed to help with something I don’t even know about because you two don’t trust your own sister?”

Sherlock looked nonplussed at your outburst, but Mycroft seemed a little more hurt at the accusation and you couldn’t tell if he was genuine or just playing it up to make you feel sympathetic.

“We need you to…” Mycroft hesitated.

“What?”

“Go undercover with Moriarty.” Sherlock finished, crossing his arms.

“I’m sorry? You want me to what?”

“Go undercover in Moriarty’s organization and use your powers to gather information.”

“And this is a good plan how? I’m Sherlock’s younger sister. He’ll have to have heard of me.”

Mycroft shrugged at that and you narrowed your eyes.

“What. Did. You. Do?”

“When the car crash happened and your powers were triggered…”

The car crash fifteen years ago that had led to the discovery of your powers of disguise and teleportation had led to you being sent away and you hadn’t seen any of your family since then. You assumed it was because they were ashamed to have a mutant Holmes, but you didn’t really know.

“Mum had you declared dead. Then she sent you here. That’s why we never visited,” Mycroft admitted.

“She… Why? What…”

You clenched your fists and glared at the two men before you. They were six and thirteen years older than you, they could have reached out to you at any time, but they still went along with Mum’s plan to have you dead and missing from the world.

“I’m going now. Please don’t come back.” You tried to speak harshly, but your voice broke on the word please and you looked away.

“(Y/N), we… care about you.”

“No! No you don’t. You need me. You could have come earlier, but you didn’t.”

“Gentlemen, I believe it is time you took your leave,” Charles announced from the doorway. You brushed past your brothers and into the house leaving your family behind.

50 years of Doctor Who, 50 years of white men representing a main character who’s an alien and could have ANY possible form in the universe they want to.

A wild female Doctor appears for the first time in 50 years and fuckboys lose their shits..

lmao that’s why men are trash, they have the world in their fucking disgusting hands, but from the moment we ladies get a little representation,  they whine like fucking babies

what a bunch of fucking babies

  • *Evan walks up to Jon wearing his Hoodini suit*
  • Jon: *claps as he chants* Ooooh! Do a magic trick! Do a magic trick!
  • Evan: Alright..*lifts his magic wand up*
  • Evan: *clears his throat* BITCH CALL ME HOODINI RUB MY BALLS AND RELEASE A GENIE!!! *points his wand at Jon*
  • Jon: *stops clapping* Wait whaa- *turns into cow*