My cat just left…. Oops.
I keep on accidently nudging my cat with my feet because she’s laying at the edge of the bed. She’s probably like “Emily I’m getting real sick of your shit real fast”.
WHEN HE WAS A YOUNG WARTHOGWHEN I WAS A YOUNG WARTHOOOOOOOOG
This is honestly the greatest thing I have ever seen occur on the internet.
Thats literally all omegle is
AsylumWaiting Room of the Big Three.
it’s funny because it looks like the sherlock fandom are sane here
Sherlock bustled about the kitchen, throwing a cupboard door open and pushing aside a box of nicotine patches to retrieve two mismatched mugs. A kettle whistled plaintively in the background, like it had been trying to draw attention to itself for a while now. Setting the mugs aside, Sherlock absently pulled the kettle off the stove, poured tea into the two mugs, and carried them into the living room.
Doctor Who was sprawled over the same chair it had collapsed into last night, when it had appeared at the door muttering inanely about lost regenerations and knackered navigations systems. It made a whining noise as Sherlock tucked the shock blanket it had thrown off in the night back around its shoulders.
Supernatural was in similar straits, curled up on the floor with a throw pillow and a tattered trench coat around its shoulders and alternating between sobbing and muttering about domesticity potential.
A thudding on the stairs indicated the ruckus had finally awoke Merlin, who poked its head into the room, hair sticking up at all angels as it tied its scarf around its neck. Blinking blearily at the mess, it seemed to realize what had occurred when it picked up a discarded bow-tie from the floor, holding it between forefinger and thumb, “Is it that time already?”
“It was bad this year,” Sherlock whispered, trying not to exacerbate the already fragile fandoms under its care.
“I remember what that was like,” Merlin muttered, running a hand through its hair and pulling a cape off the nearby coat rack, “I’ll go to the store. We’re out of milk again. May as well pick up some fish fingers, custard, and salt.”
Supernatural gurgled something quietly.
“No, I won’t forget the pie.”
I SWEAR TO GOD TUMBLR NEVER FUCKING CHANGE
It scares me that there’s only 1000 reblogs.
It scares me that there’s only 3000 reblogs.
how old is google?
google is 13 today
Google with 13 can make a lot of things.
Me with 18… can’t even cook something -.-‘
15 ON FRIDAY BITCHES
We know you bought Tumblr, we know there is nothing we can do about it now, but we only request one thing.
Please, PLEASE do NOT ALLOW FUCKING CHILDREN ON THIS WEBSITE DO NOT MAKE IT FAMILY FRIENDLY, OKAY? THIS IS THE PLACE WHERE WE CAN SHIP AND READ ALL THE GAY SMUT WITHOUT FEELING BAD OR GUILTY AND NOT TO MENTION, THE ONLY PLACE WE DO NOT GET JUDGED BY IT. PLEASE DON’T MAKE IT FAMILY FRIENDLY.
Thank you, that is all we ask for