I’d do the 8th one. (x
(Source: iraffiruse)
Dark chocolate cake with raspberry mousse filling and white chocolate buttercream.
THIS. IS. AMAZING.
holyshitholyshitholyshitholyshitholyshitholyshitholyshitholyshitholyshitholyshit
what the actual fuck
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REMEMBER WHEN SOMEONE EDITED THE STAR TREK AUDIOBOOK TO MAKE IT SOUND LIKE ZACHARY QUINTO WAS NARRATING KIRK/SPOCK PORN
SCREAAAAAAMING OH MY GOD PACK UP THE INTERNET EXCUSE ME WHILE I THROW MY COMPUTER OUT OF THE WINDOW JESUS FUCKING CHRIST WE ARE DONE HERE, MY LIFE WILL NEVER GET BETTER THAN THIS OH MY FUCKING JESUS FUCKING A POLAR BEAR WOW NO OKAY AHHHHHHHHHH
You know how on Tumblr you sometimes feel this crazed influx of emotions and usually your response is “I can’t?” Well to be honest I’ve never had a moment where I could say that. Sometimes I say it but really I know what my emotions are.
But now I can really say it. I honestly can’t.
Japonista Sole x Kumamiki in Harajuku | x
“I look like a total player”
original tweet / traduccion français / tradução portugues / traducción español / ภาษาไทย
Work it, honey.
Wolverine is invited to da Avengerz Slumber party
i’m sorry but can we please just appreciate this?
there is not a single part of this comic that isn’t the best thing in history
thor screaming PIZZZZZZZZAAAAAAAAAAA is my favorite.
Best Friend: The creature. H’okay.
First Kiss: Patrick Watts. Oh.
Lover: Rory Slippery (I’ve never seen this but wikipedia says there’s lots of sex things in it so that’s a good sign)
Flatmate: Dr. Frankenstein
Ex: Creature. Awkward.
Stalker: Patrick Watts. Oh no.
Cockblock: Paul Marshall
Enemy: Dr. Frankenstein
Killer: Patrick Watts. Jesus Patrick leave me alone for like two seconds.
Best Friend: Martin Crieff. (Sup, bro?)
First Kiss: The Creature. (Well, I have always like The Creature better than Frankenstein…)
Lover: Sherlock Holmes. (YUS.)
Flatmate: Edmond Talbot. (Mmkay.)
Ex: Paul Marshall. (Well from what I read you’s an asshole anyway, Paul. D:<)
Stalker: The Creature (IT WAS A ONE TIME THING, BRO. GAWD.)
Cockblock: Peter Guillam. (Hey! I know your secrets, Peter. Don’t you cockblock me!)
Enemy: Paul Marshall. (Dammit, Paul!)
Killer: Edmound Talbot. (HOLY SHIT PLOT TWIST.)
(Source: perfectbenny)
[…] try to imagine fandom’s reaction if the next big Holmes adaptation to come along had Holmes and Watson as British, yeah - young black British men, living case to case on a council estate in a dodgy area of London. How fandom would react if Sherlock Holmes didn’t employ street kids and homeless people like trained animals to do his bidding, but instead was part of that invisible underclass; if instead of having his eccentricities tolerated~ by Scotland Yard on account of being the Great White Genius, Sherlock Holmes, BME, school dropout, and sometime addict, was regarded by the police as practically a criminal already, one more thug, one more junkie, one more dealer in the making. If he had to choose between buying the week’s groceries or palming a twenty to a bored constable for the chance to spend five minutes on a crime scene, in the hope that whoever’s under enough pressure to deal with crime rates in the neighbourhood will pay him enough for a perp to feed himself and Watson for a month or two. If the greatest threat to his safety were police brutality, or the prospect of being done for a snitch; if his arch enemy weren’t Moriarty, but the systemic poverty and inequality that has him helping out his oppressors just to get by, and that makes the other side of the law look more tempting to someone with his skills every day.
