team-lads-in-the-tardis asked:

Gavin Free runs from the cops. Gavin Flee. B)

mogarsjones answered:

Gavin Free drinks too much water

Gavin Pee 











Gavin Free is Captain Hook’s sidekick,

Gavin Smee

Gavin Free cosplays Weiss

Gavin Schnee 

Gavin gets in a relationship with awkward-lee


Gavin Free goes down a slide

Gavin weeeeee

Gavin Free puts the kettle on.

Gavin Tea

Gavin Free eats cheese.

Gavin Brie

Gavin tries introducing himself to a caveman

Gavin Me

Gavin gets glasses

Gavin See

Gavin goes to the Swiss Alps

Gavin Ski 

Gavin can’t get into his house.

Gavin Key.


A bouquet of clumsy words: you know that place between sleep and awake where you’re still dreaming but it’s slowly slipping? I wish we could feel like that more often. I also wish I could click my fingers three times and be transported to anywhere I like. I wish that people didn’t always say ‘just wondering’ when you both know there was a real reason behind them asking. And I wish I could get lost in the stars.

Listen, there’s a hell of a good universe next door, let’s go.

E.E. Cummings (via wordsthat-speak)

This created my personal headcanon that Steve is awkward as fuck with babies and holding one makes him ridiculously uncomfortable. it’s like, “It’s so tiny what do I do with it? Don’t crush it, don’t crush it, don’t crush. Oh God, it’s crying, what did I do? I must’ve done something. I broke it. My patriotism does nothing. Do I sing to it? Do I recite the Bill of Rights? I don’t even think I know the entire Bill of Rights. Wow, today is horrible.” 


i. in biology class they won’t teach you why your heart beat accelerates at the sound of your name coming from her lips. like her voice pumped new blood into your veins and she is circulating within your system.

ii. your chemistry teachers can’t explain how the way her fingers tracing down your skin kick-starts a chemical combustion within your chest and makes you forget how it felt like to breathe before her fireworks ignited your skin.

iii. you’ll tell your art teachers that all you ever want to paint is the perfect curve of her smile, but they won’t teach you how to turn acrylics and pastel colors into any more of a masterpiece than she already is.

iv. you’ll study all of Shakespeare’s plays in literature class and you’ll learn the art of metaphors like the back of your hand, but no amount of empty words strung into analogies will ever do her any justice.

v. you’ve spent twelve years sitting behind a desk when all you’ve ever wanted to learn was how to love her with all you’ve got.

Confession:  I just want to learn how to love her. // by rb (via rbcages)