(Inspired by X)
It shows a strange fondness of the series/films/persons Doctor Who, Sherlock, Supernatural, Teen Wolf, The Avengers, Matt Smith, Robert Downey jr., Misha Collins and suchlike.
i hate when men complain about women’s body hair, even like the fine hair on their backs. go fuck a shark if you wanna have sex with something hairless
wouldn’t that make the shark a
This post got weird
About three things I was absolutely positive. First, I had a pokemon. Second, there was a part of me - and I didn’t know how dominant that part might be - that wanted to be the very best, like no one ever was. Third, Gary Oak was unconditionally and irrevocably a douchenozzle.
Reblogging for the comment
How old are you?
How long have you been ten?
HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN TEN
Misty looked at Ash, his breathing still heavy from carrying her on his bike as fast as he could through the long grass outside of Pallet Town.
“You’re eyes are impossibly huge and black,” Misty said. “Your hair is… incredibly pointy, and doesn’t need product. Your face changes size and shape based on your feelings… and sometimes you speak like - like you’re from the 90’s. You never spend money on anything; you don’t go to the bathroom.”
The silence hung there, thick and heavy like a Snorlax blocking the bike path.
“How old are you?” Misty asked, not sure if she wanted to know.
“Ten,” Ash replied, with a slight smirk and an almost amused tone.
Misty new that wasn’t true. Ash wasn’t like the other boys her age. He wasn’t even like her older sisters who ran the gym in Cerulean City. He was wiser and his passion was genuine.
Ash didn’t just want to catch them all, he needed to. He was going to be the best there ever was no matter how long it took, which gave Misty this nagging in the back of her mind. She had to know for sure.
“How long have you been ten?” she asked. Her voice weak, knowing full well the answer could change everything she thought she knew.
“A while…” Ash said. His voice trailing off, as if he were losing himself in a flood of memories.
Misty let out a faint gasp. She knew now. She was certain.
“I know what you are,” she declared, as if whatever had been holding her back from accepting the truth, finally let go of her hand and let her fall right down the Diglett hole.
Ash eyes were alive now, flickering like the flame on a Charmander’s tale.
He stared right into her and said, ”Say it… out loud. Say it.”
Misty’s heart was pounding louder than the thud of a Marowak’s bone club attack.
Despite the now eerily silent meadow, she could barely be heard as she whispered, “Pokemon Trainer.”
OH MY LORD HELP
KEVIN ADVANCED PLACEMENT CINDERELLA KATNISS SOLO TRAN, PROPHET OF THE LORD, IS HAVING NONE OF YOUR SHIT TODAY
I’m a bit confused.
And very intrigued
oh god I’m going to die he’s like ten years older than me or something
HELP THERE’S THIS GUY CHATTING WITH ME AT FACEBOOK AND HE SORTA INVITED ME TO DINNER BUT ACTUALLY HE JUST WANTS ME TO HELP HIM RECORD SOME FAIRY TALES FOR HIS COUSINS AND THE DINNER IS INCLUSIVE BUT HE’S ASKING ME ABOUT MY LIFE AND WE’RE SMALL TALKING NOW HALP WHAT DO I DO
Doctor Who: Songtaran Carols
tis the season again for Strax’s Christmas Carols
haha I found my old Movie2009/Sherlock Holmes comic from some very old folder : DDDDD My style has change so much : u : …
I always find that the best way to dress is somewhere between 'Last of the Time Lords' & 'Wizard trying to be a muggle'
So my outfit today was apparently a big hit
our poor little angel garfunkle nobody will ever know his true name
NO ONE KILLS BELOVED CHARACTERS LIKE GASTON