- getting an 80% on a test in 8th grade: (loud wailing that lasts at least an hour followed by a sinking feeling of despair and uselessness)
- getting an 80% on a test now: (power slides down the hall while singing the national anthem)
Signal boosting in case anyone needed to know this.
This is informative as heck. Show this to everyone!
This is actually some great info! Why can’t they teach this kind of thing in school??
Anytime someone says they’re not okay with the Plan B pill I want to show them this.
I’ve taken this. It’s not too bad. Not great, but not terrible. YMMV. :)
Does anyone else have those moments where you sit there looking at the tumblr dashboard and wonder, ‘should i even scroll down? i need to get out more. i need to finished that goddamn essay and plus i have t- oh look. a picture of Benedict Cumberbatch.’
*five hours later*
Jada Pinkett-Smith is aware of the critics that frown up their noses at the way she raises her daughter, Willow. Willow cuts, dyes and styles her hair as she pleases, a fact that bothers many who feel girls shouldn’t have that much control over their appearance at such a young age.
Jada decided to address the criticism in a Facebook post:
“A letter to a friend…This subject is old but I have never answered it in its entirety. And even with this post it will remain incomplete. The question why I would LET Willow cut her hair. First the LET must be challenged. This is a world where women, girls are constantly reminded that they don’t belong to themselves; that their bodies are not their own, nor their power or self determination. I made a promise to endow my little girl with the power to always know that her body, spirit and her mind are HER domain. Willow cut her hair because her beauty, her value, her worth is not measured by the length of her hair. It’s also a statement that claims that even little girls have the RIGHT to own themselves and should not be a slave to even their mother’s deepest insecurities, hopes and desires. Even little girls should not be a slave to the preconceived ideas of what a culture believes a little girl should be.”
I’m pretty sure I’ve reblogged this before but seriously this is something we should be teaching all our children. Their bodies are theirs, not ours as parents. As soon as you tell someone their body doesn’t belong to theirs you take away so much from them.
Both Jada Pinkett Smith and Willow Smith are beautiful. Awesome parenting, Jada. All parents should let their kids be themselves.
Is it just me, or is this the face of a man who’s really relishing the moment before he gets to tell a lie to fool the killer who’s carrying his child?
I mean, who knows what’s been discovered about Mary in the intervening
sixfour months between the events of CAM’s Tower and Appledore? I doubt that he, Sherlock and Mycroft just sat on their thumbs all that time.
"He’d need a confidante."
Sherlock had to leave you out of the loop to save you, before. Not this time.
Was it really six months? I thought it was only three but yes this is exactly what I want to happen. SO MUCH.
I would love so much if they found out Mary worked for Moriarty and was and she was one of the snipers at the pool or something or other that would force them to change their game. So they placate her, think everything is going back to normal but then everything goes bad at Appledore and and it’s like, well fuck. They have to protect Mary because of the baby and because her being out on her own is much more dangerous and not something they can control.
More than anything I want it to be some plan John knows about. No more blind sighting. A plan John and Sherlock did together that ended up going pear shaped before moriarty seemingly came back.
Ah, you’re correct — Sherlock was shot on September 10th. So, four-ish months.
I’m ready to see John included in Sherlock’s plotting, too. He’s died and come back to life for the man; it’s time for him to let John in on this one.
The friend zone is very real. We have all had someone we were close to that we realized we were crushing on in a big way - but we hated ourselves for it. As much as we hoped and prayed things would change for the better, many of us acknowledged that our love for the other person was going to be detrimental towards the relationship. The people in this kind of friend zone cry while watching romance movies or go out and get drunk and kiss strangers. We make sure to keep a respectful distance between the person we like and ourselves - we are distinctly afraid of fucking things up because of our shitty heart being a complete dickweed and doing the thumpy thing when it shouldn’t.
The Friend Zone is entirely false and is a complete invention made by boys who on one hand get angry if they think you’re soliciting sex by playing video games but on the other hand get angry if you are not soliciting sex just by breathing. The Friend Zone consists rarely of actual friends - instead it’s often people who stare at us in class and make us uncomfortable by constantly trying to talk to us while we’re obviously engaged in something else. These are the people who invade our personal space and aren’t afraid to talk dismissively about the things which we are passionate about - our faith in particular.
These are not kind people. Once I was in a hospital’s waiting room and a woman was quietly saying a prayer for her son. After a few minutes, several other people joined in, linking their hands and bowing their heads. The boy next to me began to talk loudly to me about how disgusting and juvenile it was and how amused he happened to be by the behavior of the “sheep.”
"I’m Catholic," I replied, looking into his eyes, "I think what they’re doing is beautiful."
He looked down my shirt. “You seemed more intelligent than that,” he snorted, “I should have known. Are you even reading that book or are you just skimming?”
I blinked. I wish I had said something like, “No, I’m just breathing in the words and hoping they stick,” but instead I just gave him a dirty look and tried to tune him out. He kept talking to me for the better part of an hour.
Eventually, he got around to asking me out for coffee. I wanted to explain I was waiting for my mother to get out of chemotherapy, that my family was poised on the edge of a terrible end, that I barely knew him and basically already hated him. Instead, I smiled sheepishly and said, “I’d rather not.”
"You bitch," he replied. I watched his face flare hot. "You sluts are all like this. You play hard-to-get faux-intelligent and you lead people on just to hurt them."
"I’m…?" I started. I was scared. He was in my face. His hands were curled into fists.
"You’re all like this," he repeated. At this point, a few of the other people in the room were staring. I was pressed against the side of my chair, trying to get as far from him as I could. He wouldn’t lower his voice. "You fucking friend zone all the nice guys and date shitty asshole men and then come crying to our shoulders when you need someone."
I am not a confrontational person. Panic bubbled in my throat. I felt tears jump into my eyes. I started stuttering again. I was really honestly positive he was going to hurt me - for no other reason than turning down coffee.
This is the difference between the friend zone and the Friend Zone: one is hating yourself for liking the other person. The other is hating the other person for not liking you.
A nighttime story about why the terrible deep Friend Zone, mostly written because about seventeen boys have asked what I mean when I complain about it. (via inkskinned)
“#tjlc became a trending hashtag on tumblr, signifying The Johnlock Conspiracy: the belief that the frankly astounding amount of homoerotic subtext on the show is intentional, and that the writers have been setting up the detective and his blogger as a couple from the start.”
That’s pretty good. They showed us respect.
Since I hit 6k followers earlier this week, I wanted to do something special for you guys! It’s not a massive giveaway, but at least it’s something!
This giveaway includes:
- 1 British GQ magazine featuring the one and only Benedict Cumberbatch
- 4 copies of Entertainment Weekly (Sherlock Edition)
- Sherlock series 1 (region 1 DVD)
- Sherlock series 2 (region 1 DVD)
- Sherlock series 3 (region 1 DVD)
*all DVDs are new and have not been used*
In order for yourself to be entered into the giveaway, please make sure you fit the following criteria:
- Must be following me
- No giveaway blogs!! (I will be checking)
- Reblogs only, please do not like the post (your vote will not be counted)
- reblog ONCE (your vote will be counted the first time so there’s no need to spam your dash!)
Anyone can enter (I will ship worldwide). There will be 8 winners, one for each item of the giveaway.You will be able to reblog this post until March 7th, after this date your submission will not be counted. There is no need to worry about shipping costs, I’ll be handling those :)
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