teamshercock:

cactusaenigma:

andrunn:

sassy-tractor:

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took me a minute

Ahh yes…
Wii
Smith
Wii
Smith
Stone
Point

what a classic.

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stardustcrumb:

You can see the difference in how these characters were brought up clearly from the younger years. Harry if you remember has to be prompted to tell his name, most likely because the Dursley’s hated to acknowledge he is important. Ron, as an afterthought tells his name as though he always gets a head of himself and must be reminded all the time to tell others who he is. While Hermione recites her name as though she has walked up to so many kids trying to make friends, because her parents told her the easiest way to make friends is to introduce yourself. And finally Draco leads with his family name because it shows his pure blood status and sets him above the rest; it is what makes him important and special, and his last name is the only thing that matters. Yet in the end war does not care what your name is, it hurts without discrimination, and that is what the second gifs display all to well.

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officialannakendrick:

sextronautt:

y’all react to the word sex the way dogs react to the word walk

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nico-hulkenbutt:

doctor-ood:




I present you: Eurovision 2013

Eurovision is the best fucking thing in the world ok

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ckings:

eyareilrahc:

See this… this is how it’s done.

No “you don’t look chunky, you look beautiful.”
No “you don’t look chunky” at all.

Just complete acceptance. Yeah, you look how you do, and how you look is beautiful. Mama gets it.

I love you, Mama.

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Q
Or write this: mycroft flirts with John
Anonymous
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I uh… I’m not a massive fan of the Johncroft thing… And as I’ve said, I’m rubbish at writing Mycroft. Sorry…


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Write this: kid!sherlock and teen!mycroft alone on the estate with mycroft having to watch his little brother.
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Mr and Mrs Holmes had gone away for a few days, it was their anniversary and they had decided that time away from their two boys was long overdue. Mycroft was old enough to look after Sherlock now so they decided they may as well. Mycroft had reluctantly agreed, after negotiating a rather large sum of money for his efforts and Sherlock had just pouted and returned to the mud pie he was making when he’d been told what was happening. Little did Mycroft know, as soon as Sherlock had been told he was already making plans to make Mycroft’s life hell for a few days.

Five minutes after their parents left, Mycroft was in his room getting on with school work and Sherlock started to put his plan into action. He headed into the kitchen, standing on chairs to get to high up items, and started concocting a mixture that looked alarmingly like blood. He then poured the ‘blood’ into a jug and headed to the top of the stairs. He grabbed his largest toy, a wooden pirate ship which he could fit into, a pushed it down the stairs. It landed at the bottom with a clatter and he took the stairs two at a time to get down as quickly as he could. He crawled into the ship and poured the fake blood over his head and the carpet before throwing the jug away, closing his eyes and lying there, deathly still.
Mycroft heard the commotion and came out of his room to see what was happening, when he saw Sherlock lying at the bottom of the stairs in his pirate ship alarm bells started to go off. He ran down the stairs and quickly checked Sherlock’s pulse. At this point Sherlock jumped up and yelled,
“Gotcha!” Headbutting Mycroft in the process. The headbutt caused Mycroft’s nose to crack loudly and blood to pour out of it, real blood this time. Sherlock laughed and ran off. Mycroft quickly stemmed the flow of blood and tidied up the mess before calling his parents.

Two hours later Mr and Mrs Holmes returned to the estate, worried from Mycroft’s tone that something awful had happened. Mycroft refused to tell them what had happened and to this day they still don’t know, but Mycroft is still a little nervous around stairs…

((Sorry, that was rubbish. I’m not very good at writing the Holmes boys…))


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I'm at work and I'm about to cry. I don't want to cry, can you say something funny?
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xekstrin:

mylife-beliike:

i-do-it-for-the-lesbians:

ONE TIME AT SCHOOL LET ME REMIND YOU I GO TO AN ALL GIRLS CATHOLIC HIGH SCHOOL SO THEY ALL WEAR SHOIRT ASS SKIRTS OKAY SO ONE TIME THIS GIRL LIKE TRIPPED AND HER SKIRT FLEW UP AND MY FRIEND WAS LIKE TIFFANH GO FUCKING HELP HER UP AND I WAS LIKE PARALYZED STARING AT HER ASS AND THEN MY FRIEND WAS LIKE FUCKING SHIT TIFFANY YOU USELESS LESBIAN AND SHE LITERALLY HIT ME WITH A BIBLE AND I HAVE NO REGRETS NONE

This kills me every time

"TIFFANY YOU USELESS LESBIAN"


pemwin:

ladybowtheboo:

asobita-i:

Reblog for the last one

it’s a game show where everyone eats the furniture in a room and tries to see which is made of chocolate

So basically you’re telling me this is the best fucking game ever created

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