I just did this. Legit.
Clearly this is black magic at work here
been folding my shirts like this for so long that it feels weird to do it any other way
WHAT THE SHIT
I feel like I’ve wasted endless hours of my life.
ok no. the last gif needs to be slowed down significantly.
This is like a sherlock cat.
Give him a blue scarf.
NO. I can’t. Catstiel and Purrlock? you people are killing me.
wait wait guys what about Purrlin?
Now this is the best post ever.
Just add in some adoption
to think this started out as a hispster picture
Fandoms make everything better
If only all men were like this.
If men were all like this the world population rate would be so slow
There are guys like this you’re just too busy putting them in the fucking friend zone to see that
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Oh hell no you better listen the fuck up dickwads
I was about to go to sleep and then this bullshit showed up on my dash and you have all earned yourselves fedoras so sit down, shut up, and educate your stupid asses.
“Putting them in the friendzone”? I’m sorry did you mean “I was nice to a girl and I cared about her and I’m bitter because she didn’t want me back?” Or was it “I believe that if I love another person they’re a bitch for just wanting to be friends.” Perhaps it was “I treated her (or pretended to, rather) like a person instead of a sexual object and now she’s not being a sexual object for me like I deserve.” No, wait, it’s “friendship with a girl makes me angry because I’m a self-entitled shithead who feels like if I want to be with a girl she has to accept that regardless of her feelings or else she’s a total bitch.”
The friendzone is the concept that a girl wanting to be your friend is somehow this inherently awful thing. Like, wow, did it occur to you that she thought you were, I dunno, FRIENDS? Did it occur to you that maybe she doesn’t feel romantically towards you but she still wants you to be part of her life because she thinks you’re a great person? I mean, if this is your reaction you’re wrong, because if you think friendzoning is a thing then clearly you’re a fucktrumpet but that’s beside the point.
Women are not machines you put niceness coins into until sex comes out. There are no punchcards to fill out to get to sex that you are apparently entitled to.
There is no friendzone, there are only people who don’t know how to behave like they’re not five-year-olds who don’t know how to take “no” for an answer.
Now I’m going to sleep. Disrespectful misogynistic asswagons.
Wow. Fucktrumpet, Asswagons? You are amazing at swearing. Like seriously amazing.
Women are not machines you put niceness coins into until sex comes out.
HOLY FUCK I LOVE YOUeveryone better read that long amazing comment!!!!!!!
OMG REBLOGGING FOR THAT COMMENT/SPEECH/GENIUS OMFG I LOVE YOU
Needed to be said
Wow, this is thought provoking.
Okay this might seem random, but you know what pisses me off:
When men (I’m not talking about all men, just men I’ve heard say it) look at pictures of stick thin models and say, “Ew, I like curves on a woman! Bones are for dogs!” blah blah blah blah.
But by curves they mean “a tiny waist and toned legs but a huge ass and boobs”. It is so much easier to just exercise yourself down to a thin/toned body than it is to have a giant ass and boobs AND a tight tummy. They think they’re being progressive by saying Kate Upton is more attractive than Keira Knightley and they’re not. They’re not not not. It’s just promoting another equally unattainable beauty standard. >80
seriously !! ^^^^
^^ god bless this,
After succumbing to a fever of some sort in 1705, Irish woman Margorie McCall was hastily buried to prevent the spread of whatever had done her in. Margorie was buried with a valuable ring, which her husband had been unable to remove due to swelling. This made her an even better target for body snatchers, who could cash in on both the corpse and the ring.
The evening after Margorie was buried, before the soil had even settled, the grave-robbers showed up and started digging. Unable to pry the ring off the finger, they decided to cut the finger off. As soon as blood was drawn, Margorie awoke from her coma, sat straight up and screamed.
The fate of the grave-robbers remains unknown. One story says the men dropped dead on the spot, while another claims they fled and never returned to their chosen profession.
Margorie climbed out of the hole and made her way back to her home.
Her husband John, a doctor, was at home with the children when he heard a knock at the door. He told the children, “If your mother were still alive, I’d swear that was her knock.”
When he opened the door to find his wife standing there, dressed in her burial clothes, blood dripping from her finger but very much alive, he dropped dead to the floor. He was buried in the plot Margorie had vacated.
Margorie went on to re-marry and have several children. When she did finally die, she was returned to Shankill Cemetery in Lurgan, Ireland, where her gravestone still stands. It bears the inscription “Lived Once, Buried Twice.”
Uh-oh. He’s pulled out the Dad!voice.
It seems like an appropriate response to anything Sherlock does.
I broke Mycrofts umbrella-SH
HAD A FIGHT WITH JOHN- SH
KICKED DONAVIN FOR CALLING ME A FREAK-SH
LOST MY SHOCK BLANKET-SH
SLEPT WITH JOHN-SH