socially anticlimactic
dynamically deadpan
the jester hero
ciatlin:

reindeerplaydate:

w-for-wumbo:

I was not expecting that ending.

what the fuck just happened

they fucking wrecked did u not see

ciatlin:

reindeerplaydate:

w-for-wumbo:

I was not expecting that ending.

what the fuck just happened

they fucking wrecked did u not see

(via tiaraisamazing)

sherlock-has-got-the-blue-box:

raawritschai-ann:

So this just happened.

She’s one of us.

sherlock-has-got-the-blue-box:

raawritschai-ann:

So this just happened.

She’s one of us.

(via whatiswhoiswhat)

I’m taking myself out on a date tomorrow. Just me. Because I haven’t spent much time with myself lately.

agentgreenpie:

dudeufugly:

source

I…I don’t know what to do with this…! I just. YOU GUYS.

(via avenging-angel-in-the-tardis)

consultinganglophile:

perfectbenny:

cumberbatcharea:

Benedict’s smile.

This made me cackle. Also, it’s accurate.


love that smile…

consultinganglophile:

perfectbenny:

cumberbatcharea:

Benedict’s smile.

This made me cackle. Also, it’s accurate.

image

love that smile…

(via avenging-angel-in-the-tardis)

halfvulcanhalflove:

worthyourweightinfanfiction:

sherlockspeare:

John, what is your face, John.

I AM EXTREMELY UPSET

THIS IS MY EXTREME FROWN

reblogging for that comment oh my god

(via avenging-angel-in-the-tardis)

The Line

the-hardyest-critic:

In writing, the happy accidents are the lines that speak most on life. They stand out like a sore thumb, the jagged edge of a piece of glass. They cut. Like a knife.

And with a small yellow highlighter, a folded bookmark, or a felt-tip pen, we note— the line that changed our lives forever.

Re-blog and write that line. Mine is:

“You have a choice. Live or die. 
Every breath is a choice. 
Every minute is a choice. 
Every time you don’t throw yourself down the stairs, that’s a choice. Every time you don’t crash your car, you re-enlist.”

— Chuck Palahniuk, Survivor

Mine is a lyric.

“Don’t criticize what you can’t understand.” -Bob Dylan

The question is how we react to this great prejudice against women. The rule of law and social activism certainly are crucial. But no matter how strong the social structure, there is always that cheek-slapped moment when you are alone with the anti-woman prejudice: the joke, the leer, the disregard, the invisibility, the inescapable fact that the moment you walk through the door you are seen as lesser, no matter what your credentials…the prejudice will follow you. What will save you is tacking into the love of the work, into the desire that brought you there in the first place. This creates a suspension of time, opens a spacious room of your own in which you can walk around and consider your response. Staring prejudice in the face imposes a cruel discipline: to structure your anger, to achieve a certain dignity, an angry dignity.

Ellen Ullman, How to be a ‘Woman Programmer’ (via girlinalabcoat)

(via gender-and-science)

bad-wolf-of-baskerville:

authocracy:

kingcheddarxvii:

do you think God ever gets sad like “what do you mean you don’t love yourself i worked so hard on you….”

…why is this so uplifting

I’m not even religious and this makes me smile.

(via alexbaby17)