And that’s why you gotta love Adam Levine.
You have no idea what I’ve been through in my life. I had the ORIGINAL GameBoy Advance. That shit had no light and I had to find the perfectly lit room. You don’t know what I come from.
IF YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON ME OR WANT TO BE FRIENDS YOU LITERALLY HAVE TO SPELL IT OUT FOR ME BECAUSE IM DUMB AND OBLIVIOUS AND EVEN IF I HAVE SUSPICIONS I WILL PROBABLY JUST BRUSH THEM OFF BECAUSE IM AN INSECURE PIECE OF SHIT WHO DOESNT DESERVE YOUR LOVE„,
Benedict Cumberbatch is a real sweetheart and it kinda sucks to see people shitting all over him for his unorthodox name and making fun of his face
You know, the two things he’s most insecure about
I don’t care what fandom you’re in or not in or if you hate fandom bloggers just can you not bully this man he has literally done nothing to deserve it except exist
preach it. AMEN
8 Year old girl from Dublin tries to get her school demolished… Just listen.
every follower has to hear this.
What people don’t realize is that Sherlock is constantly mocked and bullied. His flatmates meet him, realize he’s hard to be around and leave. He doesn’t have any friends, his own brother only seems to care for him because he’s family and might cause a bad image, but otherwise doesn’t give a flying fuck about him.
At work, he’s called ‘freak’ and his deductions are doubted even after they’ve seen hundreds of solved cases under his reign. Lestrade is only his friend because he’s useful, he calls Sherlock a right git and doesn’t do anything to stop Donovan or Anderson from mocking him and making his job harder.
Ms.Hudson is his landlady, the second person who doesn’t show outright care for him, but to a mind like Sherlock, he assumes it’s because she feels indebted to him. It doesn’t make sense for her to actually care about him, he’s ‘heartless’ and ‘freakish’ to everyone around him so why would a sweet old lady care about him?
Above all, Sherlock is utterly lonely. He’s got his experiments, he’s got his work, where he’s bullied and mocked so much that he promptly ignores and then he has the occasional flatmate that try to befriend him and suddenly stop caring when they’ve had enough.
And then there’s John Watson. Sherlock expects him to leave, that’s why in the beginning, he’s more charming then usual, winking at him when he leaves, smiling when they go to check out 221b and getting reservations for dinner. After the drugs bust, Sherlock is sure John will leave— not even Mycroft cared when he found out about the addiction and at least part of Sherlock is craving attention.
Sherlock is probably the most lonely person on the show. Not John, the quiet blogger. Not Lestrade, the man invested in work when it’s his division. Not Ms.Hudson in her quiet dusting and “Not your housekeeper”s. Not even Molly with her silent wanting for Sherlock. Finding John was probably the best thing that could happen to him.
Thank you satan
#in which Bruce Banner finally finds somebody who isn’t afraid to kid around with him #because he has a sense of humour after all #’i’m sorry, that was mean’ anyone? #but everybody tiptoes around him because ‘oh shit, he’s a monster’ #but then he meets Tony #someone who’s not afraid to be around him #someone who might actually be a friend #and that means so much to him and permeates so deep that even when he’s the fucking Hulk he still wants to save Tony’s ass #because by not treating the Hulk like a monster, Tony stopped him from being one
#SCIENCE BRO FEELS
#because by not treating the Hulk like a monster, Tony stopped him from being one
it takes 237 muscles to fake an orgasm but 15 to say “it’s called a clitoris and it’s right here”
abandoned theme parks look rad as fuck someone go explore one with me
you are the first five minutes of supernatural
do you ever look around at the big crowds of people around you and realize everyone has a story and memories and family and troubles and achievements and a first kiss and a broken heart but you’ll never know any of it and every human life is really intricate and expansive but oh they’ve walked into a shop and you’ll never see them again and you’ll never know just what they were thinking