i don’t even know anymore. i don’t even give a fuck who says what, who doesn’t say what, whatever. but i mean really. i don’t know what’s happening, but fuck me for building up the confidence to ask a girl that i like to prom, right? fuck me for liking people that i like and for not liking people who i only see as friends and for moving on if someone doesn’t eel the same way about me because i’d rather not be affected by feelings that are useless. fuck me for not telling people things, for no reason other than that i just want to keep things to myself. fuck me for liking someone a little bit a while ago but for seeing them and (having seen them for a while) as just a friend. fuck me for wanting to be happy. it seems I don’t deserve to be, so why even bother?

yeah, if people could just mind their own fucking business and not tell other people what isn’t theirs to tell, that’d be great. ffs.

edit: holy fucking shit wow i’m sorry for wanting to keep my own private matters my own fucking private matters but who the fuck actually does shit like this?





Nathan Stewart-Jarrett for Newt Scamander.

Going off Racebending’s headcanon.

oh gog yes

THIS. He looks so much like what I thought he would.

Somehow his hair is perfect for an adventurous, nerdy wizard, chasing magical creatures through the back alleys of New York, wearing a weird mix of Muggle clothing and wizard robes in a half-assed attempt to blend in.

"Trust me, I’m an expert!" he says, chasing a chimera down the sewers, wielding a knobby stick.


I’ve been doing some thinking, and I just realized just how much this scene said about Sherlock’s past. It always used to confuse me, but now it makes perfect sense. Because there are so many ways that Sherlock could blow off the press, and he has explicitly stated earlier in the show that he was completely indifferent to the press. He could have just said ‘no, because you’re an idiot’ or ignored her and flounced off without a word, but he didn’t. He stepped in close, looked her right in the eye and said “You. Repel. Me.” There is blatant disgust and hatred being shown here, and I used to be baffled by it; he doesn’t even know her, where did this come from? But I’ve figured out why. It’s all in the scene.

First, she tried to trick him. That alone is an insult to his genius. But it’s how she tricked him. She could have dressed up as anything, but what did she pick? A fan. She pretended to be a fan. She pretended to be someone who liked him, who adored him. When really she saw him as her meal ticket. She wanted to use him to further her career, and she was ready to pretend to like him to do it.

After he sniffed her out, what did she do then? She still tried to feed him affection. “You’re going to need someone on your side” (aka. You’re going to need a friend to help you out.) When she knew that she had absolutely no pull. She never expected to hold up her end of the bargain.

How many people do you think have done this over the years? We know Sebastian Wilkes did. In his email, it was all “Hey buddy, how are you?”, but when Sherlock showed up, he told John about how much he hated him at Uni. About how they all hated him. And Sherlock flinched and looked away, but he didn’t look surprised. He knew. Add to the fact that Sherlock calls him ‘Seb” instead of ‘Sebastian’ or “Wilkes’. He still tried to be his friend. Still tried to cling to that.

And how many times did he let them? How many times did he think ‘I’m not someone who can be loved, so this is the closest I’ll ever get.’ But then John came along, and he realized that he could have friends. That he was someone who could be loved. And so when Kitty Riley came up to him and tried to pull the same shit that everyone else had tried to pull on him, and he got to say what he had bottled up for how many years. He got to say ‘No. Fuck you, I don’t need your scraps of affection, because I have John and Lestrade and Mrs. Hudson.’

He got to walk right up to her, look her in the eye and say to her and to Sebastian Wilkes and to everyone else who had ever done that to him “You. Repel. Me.”

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this is my favourite quote ever

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oh my god

I reblog this everytime I see it


can someone message me and tell me what this is from please and thank ya

yes omg what is this from??

stop messaging me oh my gosh guys i got like 80 messages, but thank you, and for those who don’t know, this book is called I Need You More Than I Love You, and I Love You To Bits by Gunnar Ardelius.


This is literally my favorite thing ever

So relevant indeed.

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oh my god Nightvale.

Jeez, Night Vale.  



his tummy hurts, should have eaten his cereal

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when my family went to disney world we went on the haunted mansion ride and this actor dressed as a skeleton came up to our cart and got right in my three year old brothers face and whispered “are you scared?” and my brother kissed him on the nose and the guy laughed so hard he had to leave

The Haunted Mansion is all robots…there are no actors, so either
1. you are lying
2: this story just got real fucking scary