m-monte4:

iwanttohuglokisobad:

howdoyoulogout:

I’m trying to prove a point to a douche in my class who thinks girls are lying about enjoying marvel.

are you fucking kidding me along with there being tons and tons of hot men its pretty fucking cool too come on

I LEARNED HOW TO READ OUT OF A MARVEL COMIC BOOK BEFORE I WENT TO PRESCHOOL, COME ON, IS THIS A JOKE!?

army-men-and-legos:

fructoselollipop:

Supernatural Gif Challenge: 10 Scenes [8/10]

7x10; Death’s Door - Bobby’s best memory

I just can’t with this scene. The fact that Bobby’s best memory is not of his life before he became a hunter, when he was happy with his wife, or anything else. It’s of an evening with his two boys who have the rare opportunity to just be boys for once. They’re not stressing about the impending Apocalypse or frantically researching something for their current job, or fighting amongst themselves over demon blood or crossroads deals. 

They’re just two boys enjoying a movie and squabbling about candy. 

With their adoptive father. 

I will never not reblog

(Source: kidrauhlmyhope)

ohmysupernatural:

X

forevercryingbecausemerlin:

so-many-ships-so-little-time:

kingofkop7:

the-girl-silhouette:

vegandthelike:

Please read this****

If a thief forces you to take money from an ATM, do not argue or resist. What you should do is punch your pin in reverse. EX: if your pin is 1234 you punch 4321. The moment you punch in the reverse, the money will come out but will be stuck in the machine and the machine will immediately alert the police without the theif’s knowledge. Every ATM has this feature.

Reblog this so everyone knows, this happens all the time especially in the city

tumblr teaches me so much more than anyone else does about life situations

In my country we have a bank with 8 digits pin

but what if your pin backwards is someone elses pin and you just get their money…?

that’s not how atms work oh my god you use your own card

(Source: eviehartley)

adthenewt:

moriartyhasmysuit:

superwholocked-inthe-garrison:

i-just-have-one:

What people don’t realize is that Sherlock is constantly mocked and bullied.  His flatmates meet him, realize he’s hard to be around and leave.  He doesn’t have any friends, his own brother only seems to care for him because he’s family and might cause a bad image, but otherwise doesn’t give a flying fuck about him.

At work, he’s called ‘freak’ and his deductions are doubted even after they’ve seen hundreds of solved cases under his reign.  Lestrade is only his friend because he’s useful, he calls Sherlock a right git and doesn’t do anything to stop Donovan or Anderson from mocking him and making his job harder.

Ms.Hudson is his landlady, the second person who doesn’t show outright care for him, but to a mind like Sherlock, he assumes it’s because she feels indebted to him.  It doesn’t make sense for her to actually care about him, he’s ‘heartless’ and ‘freakish’ to everyone around him so why would a sweet old lady care about him?

Above all, Sherlock is utterly lonely.  He’s got his experiments, he’s got his work, where he’s bullied and mocked so much that he promptly ignores and then he has the occasional flatmate that try to befriend him and suddenly stop caring when they’ve had enough.

And then there’s John Watson.  Sherlock expects him to leave, that’s why in the beginning, he’s more charming then usual, winking at him when he leaves, smiling when they go to check out 221b and getting reservations for dinner.  After the drugs bust, Sherlock is sure John will leave— not even Mycroft cared when he found out about the addiction and at least part of Sherlock is craving attention.

Sherlock is probably the most lonely person on the show.  Not John, the quiet blogger.  Not Lestrade, the man invested in work when it’s his division.  Not Ms.Hudson in her quiet dusting and “Not your housekeeper”s.  Not even Molly with her silent wanting for Sherlock.   Finding John was probably the best thing that could happen to him.

Can u not pls

dont

waywardangelsandhunters:

supermerwholocked:

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cloudwatchingangels:

fionapondwilliams:

prends-la-vie-comme-elle-vient:

Asylum Waiting Room of the Big Three.

it’s funny because it looks like the sherlock fandom are sane here

Sherlock bustled about the kitchen, throwing a cupboard door open and pushing aside a box of nicotine patches to retrieve two mismatched mugs. A kettle whistled plaintively in the background, like it had been trying to draw attention to itself for a while now. Setting the mugs aside, Sherlock absently pulled the kettle off the stove, poured tea into the two mugs, and carried them into the living room.

Doctor Who was sprawled over the same chair it had collapsed into last night, when it had appeared at the door muttering inanely about lost regenerations and knackered navigations systems. It made a whining noise as Sherlock tucked the shock blanket it had thrown off in the night back around its shoulders.

Supernatural was in similar straits, curled up on the floor with a throw pillow and a tattered trench coat around its shoulders and alternating between sobbing and muttering about domesticity potential.

A thudding on the stairs indicated the ruckus had finally awoke Merlin, who poked its head into the room, hair sticking up at all angels as it tied its scarf around its neck. Blinking blearily at the mess, it seemed to realize what had occurred when it picked up a discarded bow-tie from the floor, holding it between forefinger and thumb, “Is it that time already?”

“It was bad this year,” Sherlock whispered, trying not to exacerbate the already fragile fandoms under its care.

“I remember what that was like,” Merlin muttered, running a hand through its hair and pulling a cape off the nearby coat rack, “I’ll go to the store. We’re out of milk again. May as well pick up some fish fingers, custard, and salt.”

Supernatural gurgled something quietly.

“No, I won’t forget the pie.”

I SWEAR TO GOD TUMBLR NEVER FUCKING CHANGE

It got better!

SUPERWHOMERLINLOCK!!!!!!!!!!

Parents: Teenagers don't communicate anymore
Parents : Teenagers don't speak to us any more
Parents: It's all Facebook messaging now
Parents : No one communicates with their children
Parents : It's all about communication
Parents: Teenagers should talk to us more
Teenager: Well, I'm really stressed out about these test and lately i've felt really crap and-
Parents: God, all you do is moan and complain.

lilyjoy30-impala:

grippedbydestiel:

blackrapture1990:

Okay guys I need help my brother in law says the Impala, yes, BABY  is a piece of  shit car and NO ONE likes it because four door cars aren’t cool. PLEASE reblog this to show how much the Impala is loved and show him what an idiot he’s being.

birdnipple:

bad social habits i have

• mumbling
• not smiling
• trailing off
• crossing my arms
• looking angry even though im not angry
• the fact i cant even socialize
• the fact im me

“Y’all know the story behind that? The official story. We have a lot of low hanging things on set. For instance, the trailers, when the awning comes out, the little hitch - some of us are tall and we’ll run head first into them. And so in order to remind ourselves not to run into things, ‘cause often times we’re going inside like reading lines, we start hanging ducks. So we’d see them and think, “duck!” And so as the amount of places grew that we needed to duck but the ducks were not multiplying as real ducks do, which I’ll explain later, we needed more ducks. We didn’t need that many ducks! I think we needed like three more ducks, now there’s a small duck army.”

(Source: nerduniverse)

Sometimes at night I suddenly become aware of all the things I’m missing out on right now, and all the people who I’m not close to anymore, and all of the good times that will never happen again, and all the people who meant the world to me who have forgotten about me forever, and I get this awful feeling that’s kind of like a mix between loneliness and nostalgia.

(Source: lunafur)

slytherin-starkid-of-tardis:

cuddlinq-hbu:

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m3dicat3d-happin3ss:

fuckimintrouble:

l0lplease:

k4tdaley:

cosettewould:

enjolraswould:

musichettawould:

youngcosettewould:

the-trouble-child:

billsikes:

ask-montparnasse:

//in complete seriousness

if any of you ever need someone to talk to

you are free to come to me, on or off anon

we can talk here or on skype or on email i am all ears all the time

((I’ve done it before and I’ll do it again.))

No matter how much I would get yelled at

I will break character for anyone who needs help. i’ll give you my Skype,my oovoo, anything. If you ever need help, and I mean ever, about anything, just come to me. I’m here.

The exact same as youngCosette said. Followers or fellow would blogs, I am here for you okay?

Off topic, but I am definitely here for anyone and everyone. If you ever need anyone to talk to, don’t ever, ever be afraid to contact me. I’m here, and I’d never turn a person away.

Really though. I legitimately care about all of you, even if we’ve never met.

ive done it before. im here for anyone who needs it c:

I’ve done it before and it breaks my heart that I’ll never get to convice her 100%

I’ve done it before and I’ll do it again.

This deserves way more notes. I do t give a fuck if this ruins your blog, or doesn’t suit your blog type. Grow the fuck up and reblog this post because it doesn’t hurt anyone.

anytime .

Sorry it’s not quality. I didn’t switch or anything, but I need you guys to know this. I need you to know that if you’re thinking about suicide, ask for my number. Please, whatever I can do just ask me. I don’t really care if you unfollow me for posting this bc it’s not quality, I need you guys to know that you guys can come to me about stuff like this, no matter what.

Seriously guys, you can talk to me about anything, and I’ll be here for you.

(Source: forthe-loveofgod-dropdead)