things Sherlock normally doesn’t do but did for John [x]

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curlyboff is jiggling her boobs at me on skype what do  he lp

You love it.

Write her Mystrade porn, she’ll stop.

I heard Mystrade porn

(Source: blomskvist)

When you line up to make a great tackle but the play moves the other way




curlyboff is jiggling her boobs at me on skype what do  he lp

You love it.





oh my fucking god

huge fucking trigger warning but oh my god

well it’s nice to see this getting a little attention even in a comedic sense, nothing gets the truth across better than that in some cases

And this is why we need feminism


i see a lot of people spending time thinking about “who tops” in their otp when they should be thinking about

  • who quotes twilight at the other person
  • who appreciates cat videos more
  • who spent a hellish summer working in the worst gamestop you can imagine
  • who lets the other person win in ticklefights
  • who chews on their pencil
  • who’s the person who accidentally thinks of their grandparents one time while they’re making out and kills the mood



oh my god

everyone needs to see this video at least once in their life

(Source: videohall)

she says that self-diagnosis was ruining her illness,
that kids who are 14 and looking up why they’re sad
without speaking to a doctor are somehow less worthy
of the label “sick” than she is, as if we’re sitting
in a club called The Fucked Up Kids and membership
requires a note from a doctor saying “yeah, it’s true,
she can’t even get out of bed, I mean, how pathetic”

and I want to tell her she’s barking up the wrong tree
because I have never seen a therapist and have
never spoken to a doctor about this, that the stigma
against teens saying “I think something might be wrong
with me” is half of the reason I never spoke to anybody
because I felt so small and so unworthy, I felt like
there were people who were seriously broken and I
was just a little attention-seeking shithole who couldn’t
keep my lunch down who couldn’t get through the day
without looking for blades who didn’t have the energy
to do anything

I want to talk about how it’s not safe in a lot of places
to speak to your family about feeling crazy, about how
the reason so many 15 year-olds feel like they’re drowning
is because we have nowhere for them to go but
shitty school counselors who don’t take them seriously
and say “it’s just hormones,” that depression removes
your ability to speak freely to everyone about being
so sick of this world that you’re considering just
moving out, that just because in public it looks like
you’re happy doesn’t mean shit and doesn’t make it
reality, that even if your mother and father are somehow
supportive of you, there’s still a chance they won’t be
able to find a physician who actually works for you
because there are a shortage of adolescent psychiatric
doctors and just because she got lucky the first time and her therapist fit with her style
doesn’t make that the case for everyone, that my best friend
cycled through about eight shrinks before he just gave up
and ate the front of a gun, how little boys sit at home and say
nothing because boys aren’t supposed to hurt like this, how
little girls try to get help and are told they’re just hyper sensitive

I want to talk about how I actually never realized I was
depressed, I just thought I was seriously fucked in the head, that there was literally someone inside of me trying to end this existence, about how self-harm makes a liar out of good kids
so when people ask about the scars we swear we’re not hurting, about how it’s fucking terrifying to admit to it
since if we get rid of this white cloud of self-hatred,
who the fuck are we even going to be
at least feeling sad is feeling

I want to talk about how when I figured out there was a name
for almost walking in front of traffic, it didn’t make me proud,
it made me feel less ridiculous, that the reason I think it’s okay
that teens are actually admitting to their mental illness
is because I grew up in a generation where we were
supposed to hide it and that fucking killed us
I mean so many wonderful kids died because of this so

let them talk about it, let them express how sad they are, let
them work through it. Don’t you ever fucking tell someone they’re
not bad enough to really earn the title of depression. It’s not your
special something. Telling people who think they’re fucked up
enough that they google their symptoms, “well self-diagnosis
really means nothing” is the same thing as saying “get worse,
and then we’ll focus on your problems.”

It’s okay to talk about feeling crazy. It’s how other people learn
they aren’t. It’s so fucking good to raise awareness about this.
Stop silencing the voices by saying they’re romanticizing
illness just by talking about it. If you’re not calling depression
beautiful, aren’t you just admitting to your sickness? Aren’t you
just saying to some fourteen year old nerd like myself “you’re
not fucking alone you can fucking make it through this I’ll be
there with you we can do it together.” Taking about having the flu
isn’t the same thing as saying everyone should get it. You don’t
tell kids who say “yeah I think it’s probably a 24 hour something” that their suffering isn’t legitimate just because it’s passing. You wanna know what actually makes depression and hurting seem like it’s a big fucking honour?
When you say only certain people own it.

Look, please. I know it hurts, I know there are people you feel
worse off than. I know that there’s this fucked up “gamer girl” idea of people who are only pretending to have serious problems for attention – but nobody I know has ever actually been like that. and besides, if they’re at the point when saying they want to end their lives
is the only way that anyone gives a flying fuck, aren’t they putting up
with more than enough?

Depression isn’t a badge you earn, it isn’t some treehouse fort
for the kids who have already poured bleach down our throats.
We should be talking about it, we should be holding the hands
of the little ones, we should be saying “listen, I know where you’re
coming from, let’s see what we can do about making you feel
less like you relate to this” instead of saying “you have no idea
what you’re talking about, kid.”

because people told me I was too stupid and too young
to know what it was like to really be sad, so I never fucking
spoke up it wasn’t until I was 19 that my parents knew I
cut, it wasn’t until I had already tried to kill myself six times
that on the seventh I realized I might need help to stay alive
and I still said nothing because I didn’t think I was as bad as
other people were and I had a perfectly okay life I was just
some attention whore that nobody liked

see, this shit gets into your head. And that’s not alright.

I’d like to see your degree in psychiatry before you say “oh, they’re just pretending.” /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)


I met a nice cat on the way home

I found it disgusting tbh and I think Mark is quite embarrassed himself about the fact that he was part of such a movie LOL…anyway, he was super cute in it…

It is a disgusting film, but he’s the best actor out of the lot. He is adorable in it, I just want to hug Jeremy. 

did you like Sex lives of the Potato men? XD

The alcohol did help it, actually!


Rupert’s fantastic acting here shows just how much Greg is missing Sherlock. Even if there’s a way that he knew & is covering it up, he still is very much missing his friend.

Caps from ‘Many Happy Returns’ colouring by me.



i really like it when boys look nice in suits like wow a+ you can wear that to my bedroom