If you’re gonna hate an entire movie because of a 1.8 second animation error I really don’t know what to tell you.
Do you have any idea how long I sat here and stared at that question, wondering what the hell I have missed?!
fUCK I WENT TO LOG ON TO TUMBLR AND THIS IS WHAT CAME UP THIS IS WHY WE HAVE A BAD NAME
LOOKS AN AWFUL LOT
LIKE THIS GUY
NO NO NO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
NOT MY MOLLY
GOD FUCKING DAMN IT. NOT FUCKING AGAIN.
MY OPINION ON THINGS CHANGE FREQUENTLY AS I LEARN MORE STUFF ABOUT THE THING PLEASE DO NOT HOLD ME ACCOUNTABLE FOR SOMETHING I SAID THREE YEARS AGO
(I wanted to sketch something cute, but angst!)
Sherlock stood on the roof of St. Bart’s for a second time. He looked out over London, one final glance at the city he loved. This time though, this time, there was no back up plan and he didn’t want one.
There was no reason for a fail safe, not anymore. He reached up and touched his eye, a smarting reminder of why. Sherlock had anticipated the punch. John was a man of action after all. What Sherlock had not predicted was what John said next.
"Leave. You made me watch you die. You watched me grieve and didn’t care enough to tell me you were alive. You are dead to me."
And he had meant it. There was so much anger and hate in John’s voice and face. Sherlock could live in a world where John mourned him or even in one where John didn’t believe in him. But he couldn’t live in one where John hated him.
Sherlock stepped up onto the ledge. He closed his eyes as he felt the wind whipping around him. One last breath and —
The arms came out of nowhere, pulling him off the ledge and flush against another, shorter body. Sherlock’s eyes shot open as he felt John burying his forehead into his back. He felt, rather than heard, John’s shuddering sobs. Then, a whisper, a promise of hope, that held none of the hate and anger that had been there earlier.
from the perspective of god.
I Don’t Know Anyone Here Or How To Start Conversations” and other scary stories to tell in the dark
iconic video of my childhood
I still regularly quote this.
I can’t reblog this without providing a link in case anyone doesn’t know what this is. Because everyone should know what this is, I feel.
FIRE ZE MISSILES
for some reason i consider myself good friends with at least half of my mutual follows but the reality is we talked like one time a few months ago maybe
I am biased against this because I used to be the smart kid but I do not find this to be funny at all. When I “finally” failed a test, all of my classmates except for my one best friend were making a huge deal out of it. They acted as though it was something unthinkable. They were looking at me as if I had grown another head. It made me feel like I wasn’t allowed to get a bad grade. I had to be perfect, or else I was weird. In the end, I was so stressed because of the pressure I even considered commiting suicide. It wasn’t pressure from my parents, they were okay with it. It was from my classmates who couldn’t grasp the fact I was only human.
So please, I’m begging you, if you have this smart classmate and they fail a test, do NOT laugh at them, do NOT insult them, do NOT make a big deal out of it. We’re all humans, we all make mistakes—don’t take this entitlement away from us.
this has happened to me before. i had to leave the classroom before i could start crying. please don’t ever ever ever do this. the “smart” student is probably one that is so hard on themselves, it’s awful. they’re already violently berating themselves in their head, why make it worse?
why do people make fun of people who get starbucks have you ever had starbucks that shit is delicious
MY MOM JUST TOLD ME TO CREMATE HER AND PUT HER ASHES IN AN HOUR GLASS SO THAT EVEN AFTER SHE’S DEAD AND GONE SHE CAN CONTINUE TELLING ME HOW MUCH TIME I’M WASTING ON THIS SITE.
sooo you both get burned in the end
you did NOT
HOW DARE YOU SPEAK OF MY MOTHER IN THAT TONE OF PUN
ppl who are shy at first but become obnoxious and loud once theyre comfortable around you r awesoem. hold on a sec wait pt this text ost on hold. theres pirate ship outside my window right now whath the
I LIVE BY A R river I CANT GET A CLEAR picture its turnign around
ok so there are like 3 juans in my psychology class and today when the substitute was taking attendance she called out “juan?” and all in unison, they all said “which juan”