Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Desperate for a cigarette ↳ BBC Sherlock Edition

- The Hounds of Baskerville (2012)

"I hear you’re writing Miranda again…"

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alpetraum:

morrissarty:

cheeky-jackharries:

avatar-rokuu:

veryscarytwist:

how am i supposed to concentrate in science when whENEVER I LOOK TO THE LEFT I SEE THIS 

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AT LEAST YOU DON”T HAVE TO DEAL WITH THISimage

AT LEAST YOU DONT HAVE TO SIT NEXT TO THIS

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what

My science teacher had the Albert Einstein poster on the wall lol it just showed up one day and she never explained it

They’re totes boobs.

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shuttheheckingup:

city-of-gay-angels:

no but my all-time favourite Jensen thing has got to be his sad, defeated, long-suffering parent face, like:

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oh god, just stop

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jesus have mercy

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i don’t deserve this

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[internally screaming]

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how did it come to this

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how have i offended you o lord

every time its because of Jared

kynky:

lezbromance:

Ask me :)
A - If I’m in love.B - Who the last person I talked to on the phone was.C - How long it’s been since I’ve kissed.D - If I have a preference for boys or girls.E - How many holes I have in my ears.F - Give me any options, like ‘hot or cold?’G - The last person I said ‘I love you’ to.H - The last person I hugged.I - The last time I felt jealous, and why.J - How old I am.K- What i hate.L - If I have siblings.M - If I forgive betrayal.N - If you want to know how I treat my friends.O - If I like my school.P - What kind of music I like.Q - What the last party I went to was, and when the next will be.R - For me to tell 10 of my curiosities.S - 2 habits.T- 5 things I love unconditionally.U - How many texts I send daily.V - 3 big dreams.W - An idol.X - If I’ve done something I regret very much.Y - If I like my town and why.Z - Ask any question you want.

if you reblog you have to respond first……

kynky:

lezbromance:

Ask me :)

A - If I’m in love.
B - Who the last person I talked to on the phone was.
C - How long it’s been since I’ve kissed.
D - If I have a preference for boys or girls.
E - How many holes I have in my ears.
F - Give me any options, like ‘hot or cold?’
G - The last person I said ‘I love you’ to.
H - The last person I hugged.
I - The last time I felt jealous, and why.
J - How old I am.
K- What i hate.
L - If I have siblings.
M - If I forgive betrayal.
N - If you want to know how I treat my friends.
O - If I like my school.
P - What kind of music I like.
Q - What the last party I went to was, and when the next will be.
R - For me to tell 10 of my curiosities.
S - 2 habits.
T- 5 things I love unconditionally.
U - How many texts I send daily.
V - 3 big dreams.
W - An idol.
X - If I’ve done something I regret very much.
Y - If I like my town and why.
Z - Ask any question you want.

if you reblog you have to respond first……

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Sunday, August 10, 2014

therothwoman:

karlimeaghan:

Doctor Who Tumblr Style: "The End of Time" 2/2 (inspired by this x & x)

Okay fine I’ll reblog this one.

kawaii-desu-khoshekh:

illzies-reblobs:

the-goddamazon:

charmed-aphro:

pizza-bagel:

pastelle-prince:

merrychristmasshinjikun:

hair game level magical girl

this is angelic

hair game stronger than anime protagonist

That is so cute!

So who gonna be the one to do fanart of this.




Reblogging because tumblr never knows when to quit and in this instance, it is a thing of beauty.

kawaii-desu-khoshekh:

illzies-reblobs:

the-goddamazon:

charmed-aphro:

pizza-bagel:

pastelle-prince:

merrychristmasshinjikun:

hair game level magical girl

this is angelic

hair game stronger than anime protagonist

That is so cute!

So who gonna be the one to do fanart of this.

Reblogging because tumblr never knows when to quit and in this instance, it is a thing of beauty.

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Thanks to my seductive mint toothpaste, I just received a reply from Dara O’Briain on Twitter. Looks like it works.

After learning my flight was detained 4 hours,
I heard the announcement:
If anyone in the vicinity of gate 4-A understands any Arabic,
Please come to the gate immediately.

Well—one pauses these days. Gate 4-A was my own gate. I went there.
An older woman in full traditional Palestinian dress,
Just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing loudly.
Help, said the flight service person. Talk to her. What is her
Problem? we told her the flight was going to be four hours late and she
Did this.

I put my arm around her and spoke to her haltingly.
Shu dow-a, shu- biduck habibti, stani stani schway, min fadlick,
Sho bit se-wee?

The minute she heard any words she knew—however poorly used—
She stopped crying.

She thought our flight had been canceled entirely.
She needed to be in El Paso for some major medical treatment the
Following day. I said no, no, we’re fine, you’ll get there, just late,

Who is picking you up? Let’s call him and tell him.
We called her son and I spoke with him in English.
I told him I would stay with his mother till we got on the plane and
Would ride next to her—Southwest.

She talked to him. Then we called her other sons just for the fun of it.

Then we called my dad and he and she spoke for a while in Arabic and
Found out of course they had ten shared friends.

Then I thought just for the heck of it why not call some Palestinian
Poets I know and let them chat with her. This all took up about 2 hours.

She was laughing a lot by then. Telling about her life. Answering
Questions.

She had pulled a sack of homemade mamool cookies—little powdered
Sugar crumbly mounds stuffed with dates and nuts—out of her bag—
And was offering them to all the women at the gate.

To my amazement, not a single woman declined one. It was like a
Sacrament. The traveler from Argentina, the traveler from California,
The lovely woman from Laredo—we were all covered with the same
Powdered sugar. And smiling. There are no better cookies.

And then the airline broke out the free beverages from huge coolers—
Non-alcoholic—and the two little girls for our flight, one African
American, one Mexican American—ran around serving us all apple juice
And lemonade and they were covered with powdered sugar too.

And I noticed my new best friend—by now we were holding hands—
Had a potted plant poking out of her bag, some medicinal thing,

With green furry leaves. Such an old country traveling tradition. Always
Carry a plant. Always stay rooted to somewhere.

And I looked around that gate of late and weary ones and thought,
This is the world I want to live in. The shared world.

Not a single person in this gate—once the crying of confusion stopped
—has seemed apprehensive about any other person.

They took the cookies. I wanted to hug all those other women too.
This can still happen anywhere.

Not everything is lost.

Naomi Shihab Nye (b. 1952), “Wandering Around an Albuquerque Airport Terminal.” I think this poem may be making the rounds, this week, but that’s as it should be.  (via oliviacirce)

When I lose hope in the world, I remember this poem.

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I’m really glad I read that.

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