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incurablylazydevil:

four times Sherlock was alarmed by sex and the one time he wasn’t

he was drunk.

mayadoesstuff:

trappedinsanity:

in Teen Titans we don’t say “I love you” we say “I like the way you shoot starbolts” which roughly translates to “batman never taught me how to talk to girls and that’s sadly the best compliment I could manage” and I think that’s beautiful.-cyborg-window-hallucination

#he went to the Shang school of ‘you fight good

she was totally fine with being a sorority girl and focusing on nails and hair cair and then some idiot had to go and tell her it was because she COULDNT do other things if she tried and she had to go and shut that idiot down.

fuckyeahwomenprotesting:

burdened-with-glorious-puns:

earth-oddity:

2000 was almost 14 years ago
2000 was almost 14 years ago
2000 was almost 14 years ago

there are high schoolers who were born in the 2000s.

I REPEAT: THERE ARE HIGH SCHOOLERS WHO WERE BORN IN 2000.

I feel like our generation doesn’t know how to handle aging. Like anyone born before 1998 is just like nope. 

I was born in 1997 and i aprove this message.

lycantrophies:

#latest episode

what, no, is anyone else freaked out about this post??? cause crystal wanted to leave the show, and i cant deal with any one else being unhappy right now

thereisno4thwall:

Okay so I’m talking to my sister today and we’re talking about Tumblr and she mentions how her and my mom both have blogs and are following me, and they mention this account, which I thought I had shut down, when I switched to my own random fantasy story account thing that I never updated, so when…

i never even thought of that…….holy crap mom has a tumblr nothing we say is anonymous anymore..

jensenlocked:

tardisol:

i-amwho-i-am:

what if a guy in a hoodie comes up to you and hands you a giant book and gives you a sly smirk. when you start to read it, you realize it’s a book about your entire life. would you read it to the end?

what if you read it up to where you are now and then you realize that there’s only like three pages left when you get there

but why is the guy wearing a hoodie

i think the real question is who the heck was that guy
do you also think parrish is the new banshee?
Anonymous

dylanships:

actually I think Meredith is the other banshee?

but parrish sure as hell is something.

dylanships:

ahahhaha

remember when we thought the argument in the loft would be staged because they “needed to come up with a better punchline”

remember when we had theories about Allison being possessed too because she was the only one except for Stiles who hadn’t been checked by the Oni

remember when jeff davis WASNT screwing everyone’s emotions over and doing the opposite of what we thought? yeah, me niether.
elubviq:

expert-jumper:

unscinfinity:

expert-jumper:

It is the year 2046. The time has come for the annual Blog Inspection. Armed android wardens begin to arrive at the homes of the country’s prisoners who were once called citizens. A warden knocks on a ramshackle door. It is answered by an old man, bedraggled, starving, weary. The robotic guard’s abdominal display screen flickers to life with the image of a popular post on tumblr. “This has to be on everyone’s blog at least once,” intones the android. Fear enters the man’s eyes. He has not reblogged this post. He shrieks and, with one fell motion, blasts a hole into the android’s head with his laser magnum. Everyone in the neighborhood watches on in horror as the man, calling for liberation, is tackled by dozens of androids. His screams die with the buzz of plasma spears. There is no freedom. This has to be on everyone’s blog at least once. Everyone’s.

are you okay there

E V E R Y O N E

NO CHANCES TAKEN


tumblr sickness. i am calling this tumblr sickness.

elubviq:

expert-jumper:

unscinfinity:

expert-jumper:

It is the year 2046. The time has come for the annual Blog Inspection. Armed android wardens begin to arrive at the homes of the country’s prisoners who were once called citizens. A warden knocks on a ramshackle door. It is answered by an old man, bedraggled, starving, weary. The robotic guard’s abdominal display screen flickers to life with the image of a popular post on tumblr. “This has to be on everyone’s blog at least once,” intones the android. Fear enters the man’s eyes. He has not reblogged this post. He shrieks and, with one fell motion, blasts a hole into the android’s head with his laser magnum. Everyone in the neighborhood watches on in horror as the man, calling for liberation, is tackled by dozens of androids. His screams die with the buzz of plasma spears. There is no freedom. This has to be on everyone’s blog at least once. Everyone’s.

are you okay there

E V E R Y O N E

NO CHANCES TAKEN

tumblr sickness. i am calling this tumblr sickness.