feels.
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feels.
(Source: letmartyhandlethis)
I adore the Fawnlock AU so much and thought a little shelf-sitting doll of him would be cute. He is jointed with ribbon at the shoulders, elbows, hips and knees. And his head turns too!
Made entirely by hand with polymer clay, acrylic pain and matte finish spray. (◡‿◡✿)
Periods, you no longer impress me. I am bleeding from my nethers, WHATEVER. Try something new, uterus. You make chocolate pudding instead of blood, then we’ll talk.
This is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen
The Irritating Gentleman - Berthold Woltze
1874
I know that feel, Painting Lady.
My bus ride to and from work every day.
They never published the second picture, which was the one where she backhanded him in the fucking face for getting all up in her shit.
Oh great, good to know this has been a problem for HUNDREDS OF YEARS CAN WE PLEASE STOP DOING THIS ALREADY JUST FUCK OFF AND LEAVE ME ALONE
Everyone is overlooking something very significant in this picture, that I saw in two seconds, that adds a layer of super slime to his whole awful attitude. “The Irritating Gentleman” is a politeness.
She’s wearing all black in 1874. Black gloves, hat, cloak, and dress. In public. The whole nine yards. That’s not a fashion choice or a gothic thing. Back then when people wore all black like that, they were in mourning for someone who died. No one did mourning like the Victorians, that shit was an art form to them.
Someone in her family has died—she could even be a young widow. No one’s accompanying her either. With the carpet bag? She’s traveling alone while still in deep mourning. Look at the closeup. She’s got tears in her eyes. She is upset, devastated in a way that one is only when someone has died. And the guy’s still bothering her, like her problems are flippant bullshit and she needs to just smile or pay attention to him because ladies are supposed to be pleasing for men no matter what shit they’re going through. That’s not a look of “what an ass.” That’s a look of devastation that even in her pain, she’s expected to give people like him focus. She’s not mad. She’s hurt. And to add insult to injury? Everyone would be able to tell. It was a clear sign and still is in ways that someone is mourning, to dress in black crepe like that. He would know why she’s wearing all black, and he’s still demanding her attention.
What an insufferable dick.
I’m glad I’m not the only one who noticed she was being harassed while wearing mourning clothes.
The Dragon by Benedict Cumberbatch
Reblogging again for my Mom’s commentary.
“It looks like a trombone with wings.”
The Dragon by Benedict Cumberbatch
I TWEETED ABOUT MY REICHENBACH FEELS AND I GET THIS AS A REPLY
SO I GO TO THEIR WEBSITE AND
THAT’S NOT ALL
THEY KNOW WE CANNOT BE SATISFIED BUYING EACH PRODUCT INDIVIDUALLY SO THEY PUT IT ALL IN ONE BIG PACK FOR THE SAME PRICE AS ALL THE INDIVIDUAL PACKS
I HAVE FOUND THE PROMISED LAND
LAST TIME I SAW THIS, IT HAD 5 NOTES
YOU’RE WELCOME, EVERYONE
if anyone would ever be as happy to see me as spock is to see kirk in amok time i would probably cry look at his fucking fACE
I didn’t choose the fandom life.
The fandom life broke into my house in the middle of the night and said “Dad’s on a hunting trip, and hasn’t been home in a few days.”
I didn’t choose the fandom life
the fandom life grabbed my hand and whispered, “Run.”
I didn’t choose the fandom life
The fandom life borrowed my phone and asked me “afghanistan or iraq?”
I don’t care who you fucking think you are:
If a kid wants to show you something they’re proud of, you better fucking act impressed
I don’t care if it’s a small score on a video game or a piece of art made of nothing but blue paint or even a fucking fake burp
You better fucking act like you just saw Jesus materialize out of thin air.I bet John Winchester never saw this post
Diabetes here I come!
What the
god damn it
why must we play god
That’s not a chocolate bar, that’s a bloody chocolate brick
(Source: theinturnetexplorer)
The Defibrillator Toaster
My mom would be so annoyed… every morning I would run into the kitchen screaming “WE’RE LOSING THEM!!! BEEP BEEP BEEPBEEPBEEP!”
“DON’T YOU DIE ON ME, DAMNIT!!! NURSE, WE NEED 12 CC’S OF CREAM CHEESE, STAT!!!”
He’s bread, Jim.
Time of deliciousness: 7:15 A.M
If we don’t restart his heart , he’s toast!
JESUS CRUST.
JAM IT!
“Daddy’s in a butter place now, kids.”
I WASN’T EVEN GOING TO REBLOG UNTIL I SAW THE SHIT TON OF PUNS
HES BREAD JIM
JESUS CRUST
(Source: secretsbest)
You are good at something, stop lying to yourself. You’re good at breaking down comic book plots, cooking ramen perfectly, making your friends happy, knowing the time without looking at a clock, getting the perfect ending at RPG’s, or figuring out the twist ending to movies. Don’t let society tell you your talents are meaningless because they don’t serve an economical purpose. Your talents reflect your interests and passions, and what’s important to you is important.
(Source: pandavalkyrie)
I will never not reblog this
holy shit
whoa
Whoa
Woah
Wow
viaholy fucking shit. i never thought of it this way..
I had this argument with Adam for an hour
If any of you need someone to talk to about anything at all; I’m here for you. I care, I will make time to talk to you and I will try and fix/help you with your problems in any way I can. I love you, stay strong you beautiful people.
you know those powerpoints where people show pictures of guys to their parents and ask them who they think they are
i did that with my mom
(i have a cardboard cutout of him)
(the only video i ever showed her of dan was his i can’t sleep video)
I was doing good until
“Hank green”
“No wait that’s Hank green”