adam-the-winchester:

221bakerstreet-london:

deduction-to-seduction:

mrs-mob-johnlocked:

This show.

can I just

Guys it got better.

God, did it get better. 

sherlockian need a lesson on what “better” means

Holy fuck. THAT IS NOT BETTER THAT IS WORSE HOW DARE YOU

reblogged 21 hours ago @ 29 Sep 2014 with 158,921 notes via/source
xsherlock
lemopi:

salsamanders:

whoa we’re half way there

what

lemopi:

salsamanders:

whoa we’re half way there

what
reblogged 2 days ago @ 28 Sep 2014 with 537,842 notes via/source
lemopi:

salsamanders:

whoa livin on a prayer

OH

lemopi:

salsamanders:

whoa livin on a prayer

OH
reblogged 2 days ago @ 28 Sep 2014 with 639,223 notes via/source

jonpertwee:

Let’s do a tag game where we don’t use words, just commonly put together letters:

  • co
  • ie
  • ta
  • po
  • sc
  • si
  • bl
  • mu
reblogged 2 days ago @ 28 Sep 2014 with 30,383 notes via/source
xCollins Family xI'm going to die tonight xTARDIS xPoor babys xScrew college xSIGN MY BOOBIES xorange is the new black xMUWHAHAHAHA
Aurora: Story of your first kiss
Rapunzel: 5 things from your bucket list
Dory: Something someone has told you that you can't forget (two good things and one bad)
Pocahontas: Something new you taught someone.
Mulan: Do you trust your gut feeling? What happened.
Jasmine: The story of when you had to really trust someone. Was it easy?
Belle: Is there someone you are close to who no one else likes? What's the story?
Ariel: Where do you think you belong, and why?
Flounder: Something that surprised you and frightened you.
Eric: Have you ever helped a stranger? What happened.
Aladdin: A sacrifice you made for someone.
Tiana: A time you tried the hardest for something.
Boo: A childhood hero.
Cruella: Something you really want but you aren't allowed to have.
Seven Dwarfs: 7 things you like in the people around you.
Kronk: What you are best at in the kitchen?
Simba: Something a parent has taught you.
Cinderella: "A dream is a wish your heart makes" What's that for you?
Nemo: Your bravest moment.
Terk: Are you a big brother/sister figure to anyone?
Buzz: Your favourite fantasy world (aka Harry Potter, Star Wars), if any.
Alice: Done drugs?
Peter Pan: Something from your childhood that you still love.
Merida: What are you most passionate about?
reblogged 2 days ago @ 28 Sep 2014 with 278,289 notes via/source
helloimcaptainjack:

endlessmeg:

finepieceofcas:

multiple-stuff:

deathlydraco:

#just noticed the slytherin girl and gryffindor boy #theyre so excited #and he turns back to her #and shes like yeah i know #and sort of grabs hold of him #and new otp/brotp #defying labels #not everyone hated slytherins #not all slytherins were dicks #i like this

why is one kid not wearing a robe

the kids who are wearing robes were taking their OWLs/NEWTs.  Notice Luna’s not wearing a robe either.  Because they’re underclassmen and had free periods while the upperclassmen were taking their exams.

This post is amazing because a) Slytherin and intrahouse love, but also because b) someone just explained how free-dress works during exams at Hogwarts. 

we take our harry potter very seriously here at tumblr dot com

helloimcaptainjack:

endlessmeg:

finepieceofcas:

multiple-stuff:

deathlydraco:

#just noticed the slytherin girl and gryffindor boy #theyre so excited #and he turns back to her #and shes like yeah i know #and sort of grabs hold of him #and new otp/brotp #defying labels #not everyone hated slytherins #not all slytherins were dicks #i like this

why is one kid not wearing a robe

the kids who are wearing robes were taking their OWLs/NEWTs.  Notice Luna’s not wearing a robe either.  Because they’re underclassmen and had free periods while the upperclassmen were taking their exams.

This post is amazing because a) Slytherin and intrahouse love, but also because b) someone just explained how free-dress works during exams at Hogwarts. 

we take our harry potter very seriously here at tumblr dot com

reblogged 2 days ago @ 27 Sep 2014 with 227,353 notes via/source

onlylolgifs:

Dog Works at Airport Returning Passenger’s Lost Items

reblogged 2 days ago @ 27 Sep 2014 with 142,550 notes via/source
deanplease:

myklaineinthe67impala:

legendarybitca:

deanplease:

thesunshineprince:

thevirginwinchester:

mishawinsexster:

these two have stopped the apocalypse like 4 times and it is this easy to casually sneak up behind and taze them

Okay, but like, the more you watch it, the funnier it gets. Like there’s the obivous: their fucking faces. But then Sam’s gunshot? Like what were you trying to shoot, Sam? And then he just collapses dramatically like, ‘Why, gun?? You have failed me.’ 

and then there’s dean who’s just like “neeghhh I have accepted my fate”



I don’t know anything about tazers, but… did he tazer Sam with a flashlight? Did Sam just feel Dean being tazered and fall down?

Sam just feel Dean being tazered and fall down
codependency  or your pain is my pain

Reblogging myself because this is one post I wish I had not purged.

deanplease:

myklaineinthe67impala:

legendarybitca:

deanplease:

thesunshineprince:

thevirginwinchester:

mishawinsexster:

these two have stopped the apocalypse like 4 times and it is this easy to casually sneak up behind and taze them

Okay, but like, the more you watch it, the funnier it gets. Like there’s the obivous: their fucking faces. But then Sam’s gunshot? Like what were you trying to shoot, Sam? And then he just collapses dramatically like, ‘Why, gun?? You have failed me.’ 

and then there’s dean who’s just like “neeghhh I have accepted my fate”

I don’t know anything about tazers, but… did he tazer Sam with a flashlight? Did Sam just feel Dean being tazered and fall down?

Sam just feel Dean being tazered and fall down
codependency or your pain is my pain

Reblogging myself because this is one post I wish I had not purged.

reblogged 3 days ago @ 26 Sep 2014 with 83,622 notes via/source
johanirae:

I reckon if more people understood this there would be a lot less victim blaming when it comes to rape.

johanirae:

I reckon if more people understood this there would be a lot less victim blaming when it comes to rape.

reblogged 3 days ago @ 26 Sep 2014 with 137,495 notes via/source

You have watched at least 20 Disney movies.
You have watched at least 40 Disney movies.
You don’t eat dairy. 
You work best at night time.
You take a selfie almost every day.
You laugh at the end of your sentences.
You wink at people.
You hate being tickled.
You want to travel the world in a boat.
You want to travel the world in a hippie wagon.
Your hair is fluffy.
Your hair is sleek.
Your hair is an artificial colour.
You get takeout at least once per week.
You dislike the general public.
You have been caught sleepwalking.
You sleep with a plushie. 
You have eaten an entire block of cheese in one sitting.
You have eaten a hot chilli pepper.
You draw hearts on top of your i’s.
You have watched an episode of My Little Pony.
You have a crush on someone who knows you.
You keep plants in your room.
You collect music CDs.
You take vitamin supplements.
You read mostly non-fiction.
You go on Tumblr every day without fail.
You have published a YouTube video.
You have a fandom blog.
You have eaten Pocky.
You can play the cello.
You can play the harp.
You prefer vampires to zombies.
You prefer zombies to vampires. 
You have been described as naive.
You have been described as suspicious.
You have had a stalker.
You liked going to school.
You have a pear-shaped body.
You have an apple-shaped body.    
You have sensitive teeth.
You like your job.
You have a slow internet connection.
Your phone is not a touch phone.
You are the dominant one in the relationship.
You like watercolour painting.
You like playing the drums.
You are scared of loud noises.
You eat food in your bed.
You are shy but not quiet.
You are quiet but not shy. 
You plan a lot of parties.
You have an alter ego.
You are good with money.
You are afraid of intimacy.
You normally have dinner after 8pm.
You normally wear high heels.
You have been grounded more than once.
You have never seen Shrek.
You have won a trophy.
Your favourite ice cream flavour is mint.
Your favourite ice cream flavour is vanilla.
Your favourite ice cream flavour is strawberry.
You are good at sports.
You have a skin care routine.
You are a D-cup or larger.
You have long legs and arms.
You add ketchup to everything.
You have an anime figurine.
You have danced and not cared who saw it.
You want to go into outer space.
You want to rule the world.
You constantly hurt somewhere.
You are scared of mice.
You are scared of horses.
You are scared of butterflies.
You have one or more moles on your face.
You are good with children.
You have learning difficulties.
You drink at least 7 pints of water per day.
You want to be a singer in a band.
You have bought a frame for a special picture.
Your favourite Disney Princess isn’t Belle, Ariel or Rapunzel.
You prefer to watch than participate.
You have dark skin.
You have dated 5 or more people.
You have been told you are a cool person.
You have been told you are a scary person.
You are doing this post because you are bored.

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xme xgo on then xgod i mostly unbolded things rather than bolded them xpersonal
bombasticunicorn:

thewomanfromitaly:

listengirlfriends:

When it comes to objectification, this is a great example of why comparing male strip clubs to Hooters is a “false equivalent.”

i’m creating a kickstarter for cojones right now

HOLY SHIT THO

bombasticunicorn:

thewomanfromitaly:

listengirlfriends:

When it comes to objectification, this is a great example of why comparing male strip clubs to Hooters is a “false equivalent.”

i’m creating a kickstarter for cojones right now

HOLY SHIT THO

reblogged 4 days ago @ 25 Sep 2014 with 79,130 notes via/source
Anonymous said:
please elaborate on how you got a substitute teacher to quit within one day. I'm genuinely curious.

autumn-prose:

rameldrive:

mysticmoonhigh:

mamalovebone:

all right everyone sit down, shut up and listen closely because I’m about to tell y’all the tale of Ms. Mormino.

Seventh grade is a time most people don’t look back on fondly. I know I sure don’t—I tend to regard that era as nothing more than an unpleasant, acne-filled haze of fall out boy and poor attempts at pseudo-zooey deschanel fashions. But enough about me. Let’s talk about my math teacher. 

Ms. Isom. Poor old Ms. Isom. Well in her 60’s, always plagued with some illness or injury, she was hardly ever even at school. Since many of her absences were the result of short-notice incidents—“falling down the stairs” was popularly cited— it wasn’t all that uncommon to not have a substitute on hand. Being a smartass honors class, we’d gotten away with several successful evasions of administration, walking cavalierly into class  to pass the next 48 minutes doing just about nothing. Hell, for good measure, we’d sometimes even toss in a friendly “hey, Ms. Isom!” if any administrators were anywhere within earshot. So incredibly anti-establishment, you could basically call it another Project Mayhem, except instead of Brad Pitt and Ed Norton concocting homemade bombs, it was a bunch of tweenyboppers with iPhone 3’s and Justin Bieber 2009 haircuts. 

 We got pretty accustomed to our own little self-governing system that rolled around every second period, so we naturally weren’t exactly thrilled when administration caught on to our little Anarchy Act and strictly enforced the presence of a substitute every day. 

Most of our subs weren’t terrible—most were friendly, gave us participation grades, and didn’t object to the independent attitude of our class (which, mind you, only had about ten students in it) 

That is, until Ms. Mormino came along. 

Four feet, ten inches of raw, undiluted evil, Ms. Mormino walked into class with a scowl on her face and a chip on her shoulder. When the girl behind me sneezed, Ms. Mormino’s immediate response was “NO INAPPROPRIATE NOISES!” 

 Although we all suppressed our laughter, we all knew from that moment on that, try as she might with her despotism and her draconian anti-sneeze policy, Ms. Mormino didn’t stand a chance. 

 The arguable beginning of the end for Ms. Mormino’s all-too-brief reign of terror was the moment I asked for a calculator; mine was broken. Mormino asserted that I could only borrow a calculator if I loaned her something of mine; at that moment, the girl next to me chimed in, saying she, too, needed a calculator. “I have a folder I can give you,” I offered. “I have a highlighter,” added the other girl. 

 At that moment, a puberty-creaking voice from the back of the room piped up. 

Max. 

We all know certain people have certain gifts. Michelangelo saw angels in every block of marble and devoted his life to setting them free; Einstein had a mind which saw the potential of the entire universe; F. Scott Fitzgerald wove intricate tales of decadence and depravity. Max, however, had a different kind of gift: he could make anything—anything at all—into a “that’s what she said” joke. More on that later, though. 

Max pried off a Nike sneaker and held it proudly in the air, like a coveted trophy. 

"I have a shoe." 

Tottering in one-shoe-one-sock, Max dumped the sneaker on Ms. Mormino’s desk, retrieved a calculator, then tottered back to his own desk, a sort of smirk playing on his face. And, as to be expected—the rest of us quickly followed suit. 

 A small pile of shoes on her desk, Ms. Mormino grit her teeth and glared at us as we all sat back down, quietly victorious, a calculator in each of our hands. It wasn’t long, however, until we all began to silently plot our next act of minor mayhem. 

"Can I go to the bathroom?" asked Tyler, who, despite being in seventh grade, was approaching his sixteenth birthday. In a combination of verism and admiration of Tyler’s devil-may-care boldness, we unequivocally accepted him as our leader. For reasons unknown, Ms. Mormino denied his request. Tyler, much like his Fight Club namesake, heeded no rules but his own and left anyway—Ms. Mormino, furious, locked the door behind him and smugly insisted that "administration will take care of him." 

Tyler, however, was not one to be caught, and stayed close by, appearing in the window of the door whenever Ms. Mormino wasn’t looking. Waving, smiling, laughing, making faces and obscene gestures, Tyler had us all in stitches, but cleverly avoided Ms. Mormino’s sight—when she asked us what was so funny, we all refused to give Tyler away. 

A girl asked to go to the bathroom, stating she “really really really” needed to go. Ms. Mormino, again, denied her request. Ms. Mormino, however, seemed to be uninformed about the side door—leading right outside, always locked from the outside but always open from the inside. 

"Well, I’ll go myself," the girl responded, and took off, hurdling three desks and darting out the door. Right behind her, two other students took off, pursuing freedom. The door slammed behind all three students, and they were gone. 

 Six of us were left. Among us, importantly, was Chris. 

Chris was thirteen, but looked half his age; scrawny, wiry, he probably measured in at about four-foot-three, but no taller. “Late Bloomer” are words that come to mind. 

Despite his diminutive size, Chris possessed the gall of someone like Tyler.

"I have to use the bathroom," said Chris, standing. 

 ”Do you think I’m going to allow you to go to the bathroom?” snapped Ms. Mormino. 

 ”It’s an emergency!” Chris pleaded. 

"Sit down," Ms. Mormino growled. 

Meanwhile, the entire class borders on hysteria. We have tears in our eyes, almost suffocating from choking back laughter. 

"It’s an emergency," repeated Chris, but it sounded more like a warning.

"Sit."

Silence. Silence, Silence and more silence, until we all began to notice a dark stain on Chris’s khakis. The stain grew. And grew. And grew.

 Fists at his sides, stoicism in his face, and a cold, proud, triumphant glint in his eye, Chris locked eye contact with Ms. Mormino. 

And pissed right in his pants. 

The entire class erupted into a laugh only comparable to the detonation of a bomb. 

We laughed so hard for the next five, ten, fifteen minutes straight that Ms. Mormino gave up. Surrendering, putting her head on her desk, she waited until the hysteria finally subsided. 

Finally looking up, defeated, pathetic, Ms. Mormino glared at us all and wailed: 

 ”This is too much, this is too hard, too hard, Jesus Christ, this is too much for me!” 

 A lone voice sounded from the back of the room. Guess whose it was.

"That’s what she said."

Ms. Mormino officially retired from teaching that afternoon.

FUCKING READ IT IT’S WORTH IT

TUMBLR USER MAMALOVEBONE NEEDS TO WRITE BOOKS RIGHT NOW

HOLY FUCKING HELL.

answered 4 days ago @ 25 Sep 2014 with 150,512 notes via/source

j1mble:

cloakstone69:

dublubby314:

My mother says that fanfiction doesn’t count as reading because “it isn’t nearly as good as the stuff that’s published. You’re not going to find something online that will win a Booker Prize.”
Please reblog if you count fan fiction as reading,…

reblogged 4 days ago @ 25 Sep 2014 with 95,728 notes via/source

baeddelbludd:

LIFE HACK: disguise your nervous breakdown as a series of jokes

reblogged 4 days ago @ 25 Sep 2014 with 442,572 notes via/source
xi do

allteensrelate:

I find it interesting how society doesn’t care when the media sexualizes women, when men sexualizes women, when school and the government sexualizes women. But the second a woman is in control and sexualizes herself willingly it’s wrong and disgusting.

reblogged 5 days ago @ 24 Sep 2014 with 141,733 notes via/source