Ok so through a Johnlock RP I have a new BDSM scene idea…it is so hot.

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dudeufugly:

sherlockspeare:

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imagedid someone pick up a certain habit there?image

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crossbelladonna:

mldmnnrdrprtr:

crazylipgloss:

thebatmanchild:

athagazagoraphobic:

invisicanada:

About three things I was absolutely positive. First, I had a pokemon. Second, there was a part of me - and I didn’t know how dominant that part might be - that wanted to be the very best, like no one ever was. Third, Gary Oak was unconditionally and irrevocably a douchenozzle.

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How old are you? 
“ten”
How long have you been ten?
“…”

HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN TEN

Misty looked at Ash, his breathing still heavy from carrying her on his bike as fast as he could through the long grass outside of Pallet Town.
“You’re eyes are impossibly huge and black,” Misty said. “Your hair is… incredibly pointy, and doesn’t need product. Your face changes size and shape based on your feelings… and sometimes you speak like - like you’re from the 90’s. You never spend money on anything; you don’t go to the bathroom.”
The silence hung there, thick and heavy like a Snorlax blocking the bike path. 
“How old are you?” Misty asked, not sure if she wanted to know.
“Ten,” Ash replied, with a slight smirk and an almost amused tone.
Misty new that wasn’t true. Ash wasn’t like the other boys her age. He wasn’t even like her older sisters who ran the gym in Cerulean City. He was wiser and his passion was genuine.
Ash didn’t just want to catch them all, he needed to. He was going to be the best there ever was no matter how long it took, which gave Misty this nagging in the back of her mind. She had to know for sure.
“How long have you been ten?” she asked. Her voice weak, knowing full well the answer could change everything she thought she knew.
“A while…” Ash said. His voice trailing off, as if he were losing himself in a flood of memories.
Misty let out a faint gasp. She knew now. She was certain.
“I know what you are,” she declared, as if whatever had been holding her back from accepting the truth, finally let go of her hand and let her fall right down the Diglett hole.
Ash eyes were alive now, flickering like the flame on a Charmander’s tale.
He stared right into her and said, ”Say it… out loud. Say it.”
Misty’s heart was pounding louder than the thud of a Marowak’s bone club attack.
Despite the now eerily silent meadow, she could barely be heard as she whispered, “Pokemon Trainer.”

OH MY LORD HELP

crossbelladonna:

mldmnnrdrprtr:

crazylipgloss:

thebatmanchild:

athagazagoraphobic:

invisicanada:

About three things I was absolutely positive. First, I had a pokemon. Second, there was a part of me - and I didn’t know how dominant that part might be - that wanted to be the very best, like no one ever was. Third, Gary Oak was unconditionally and irrevocably a douchenozzle.

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How old are you? 

“ten”

How long have you been ten?

“…”

HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN TEN

Misty looked at Ash, his breathing still heavy from carrying her on his bike as fast as he could through the long grass outside of Pallet Town.

“You’re eyes are impossibly huge and black,” Misty said. “Your hair is… incredibly pointy, and doesn’t need product. Your face changes size and shape based on your feelings… and sometimes you speak like - like you’re from the 90’s. You never spend money on anything; you don’t go to the bathroom.”

The silence hung there, thick and heavy like a Snorlax blocking the bike path. 

“How old are you?” Misty asked, not sure if she wanted to know.

“Ten,” Ash replied, with a slight smirk and an almost amused tone.

Misty new that wasn’t true. Ash wasn’t like the other boys her age. He wasn’t even like her older sisters who ran the gym in Cerulean City. He was wiser and his passion was genuine.

Ash didn’t just want to catch them all, he needed to. He was going to be the best there ever was no matter how long it took, which gave Misty this nagging in the back of her mind. She had to know for sure.

“How long have you been ten?” she asked. Her voice weak, knowing full well the answer could change everything she thought she knew.

“A while…” Ash said. His voice trailing off, as if he were losing himself in a flood of memories.

Misty let out a faint gasp. She knew now. She was certain.

“I know what you are,” she declared, as if whatever had been holding her back from accepting the truth, finally let go of her hand and let her fall right down the Diglett hole.

Ash eyes were alive now, flickering like the flame on a Charmander’s tale.

He stared right into her and said, ”Say it… out loud. Say it.”

Misty’s heart was pounding louder than the thud of a Marowak’s bone club attack.

Despite the now eerily silent meadow, she could barely be heard as she whispered, “Pokemon Trainer.”

OH MY LORD HELP

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my-patronus-is-the-face-of-boe:

zombieofagirliusedtoknow:

holytardisofgallifrey:

So many of Whovians can relate to Donna, I don’t know how people hate her. This scene was tear city for me.

WHO THE FUCK DISRESPECT THE HOUSE OF NOBLE??? I WILL CUT A BITCH!!!

I know for sure that many can relate to how she feels.. We all need to love Donna for being our ginger front-figure! 

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daniellediegue:

U.S. Military’s remake of the - Call Me Maybe

For anyone unfortunate enough to have not seen this yet.

I needed this in my life

THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER HOW ARE PEOPLE NOT MORE EXCITED FOR THIS

WATCH IT JUST WATCH IT

I believed it more from the military guys. You cheerleaders need to step up your game!

SCREAMING

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I’ve discovered my go to Little movie: Atlantis. Not really intended for a 2/3 year old, but screw it it’s my favourite.

Could use some cuddles right about now…

amyponder:

but honestly i feel like i’ve earned my accidental random encounter with a celebrity by now

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  • freshman year: i'm definitely going to Harvard.
  • sophomore: maybe Columbia?
  • junior: let's be realistic...
  • senior: community college.

not-jesus:

So this happened on Graham Norton and I felt that the gifs needed to happen

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vriskery:

italy-the-pasta-lover:

lizthefangirl:

yourscientistfriend:


THESE ARE THE AGES OF THE DISNEY PRINCESSES AND YOUR LIFE IS A LIE

And to think, a guy kissed a unconscious/comatose 14 year old.

thats a little bit shady

Jafar you pedo

They’re in India, many younger girls do/did get married to older men

no bUT ARE WE IGNORING THE FACT THAT A FUCKING 16 YEAR OLD SAVED ALL OF CHINA FROM THE HUNS

cadaverousgallant:

vriskery:

italy-the-pasta-lover:

lizthefangirl:

yourscientistfriend:

THESE ARE THE AGES OF THE DISNEY PRINCESSES AND YOUR LIFE IS A LIE

And to think, a guy kissed a unconscious/comatose 14 year old.

thats a little bit shady

Jafar you pedo

They’re in India, many younger girls do/did get married to older men

no bUT ARE WE IGNORING THE FACT THAT A FUCKING 16 YEAR OLD SAVED ALL OF CHINA FROM THE HUNS

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