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🔘 jin stan
looking for:
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🔘 his lines
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i am a:
⚪️ male
⚪️ female
🔘 jin stan
looking for:
⚪️ males
⚪️ females
🔘 his lines
idk man the thing that sucks about not being really pretty is that no matter what you tell yourself and what your friends might say, you sort of always know that you’re just not. and i’m not talking about being stubborn and fishing for compliments, it’s just knowing that you’re not conventionally attractive, that people on the street won’t double-take when you pass by them, that people won’t be flustered trying to talk to you. and i know looks aren’t everything but damn it sure feels like it when you aren’t absolutely gorgeous
not killing myself is a personal achievement but you cant really brag about that at dinner parties
where are all the pictures of bill skarsgård being adorable with jackson robert scott behind the scenes i need them for science
There is a big difference between being sad and having depression. Sadness is like having a cold; Depression is like having cancer.
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Moftiss had the chance to finally give us what ACD wanted, but what they gave us was an incomplete timeline with poor plotholes, along with a psychopathic sister that never existed, and Molly. Poor, sweet Molly. Every female character they have used so far have been nothing but comic relief. Besides Mrs. Hudson, of course. That woman is a badass and everyone knows it, even Mrs. Hudson. The year is 2017 and people are still scared of telling the real story, one that was forbidden to even exist so long ago because ACD would have been in a shit ton of trouble would he have published two men in love. You had your chance, Moftiss, and you blew it. It’s our turn now.
Maybe you’re just….wrong?
Sure okay yeah lmao
Man that argument is something else. Flawless. Worthy of a medal of some sort. Homophobia is cancelled everyone. You can all go home.
“Maybe you’re just….wrong?” H E C K it all makes sense now
I don’t even know lol
I’m just casually ugly not UGLY ugly just like if you look at me too long you be like damn kinda weird lookin but UGLY ugly you take a glance and u like my condolences…
I am not shy. Having a social disorder does not make you shy. I can be loud. I laugh a lot. I’m outspoken and will do crazy stuff. I can take up all the space and I can voice my opinion. I can take attention. But ONLY around people I’m comfortable with.
I get panicked at the shop. I can’t go shopping or anywhere on my own. I can’t pay for items by myself. I have to count my change 20 times first. If I can’t plan the conversation I won’t talk to them. Talking to people i don’t know is almost impossible and talking in front of people is torture. I have to rehearse the words yes Mrs every morning to answer a register. If I’m out alone i can’t breath. Someone is always judging me. The way I look, how i walk, the clothes i wear… if someone laughs it’s always at me. These thoughts will drown me. I am terrified of telling new people about my interests from fear of judgement. When out with friends i will always watch what i say, I might slip up otherwise and everyone will hate me. I worry my friends just don’t know how to get rid of me. Every. Single. Day. When I leave a social situation i always regret most of what I say and think nobody really likes me. They just tolerate me. When someone asks if I’m ok. I have to say yes. If I talk about my real feelings, they will think I’m annoying and won’t care. They will call me dramatic. So it’s easier to say I’m good. If a friend even jokes about me. I take it to heart and pretend it’s funny. The minute I’m alone, I think of ways to change. I dwell on awkward moments that I shouldn’t. I can’t make eye contact, its to much. I cross the street so I don’t pass anyone. I’m terrified when someone says can we talk. I have read this post about 100 times for mistakes, from fear someone will point out a flaw.
These are some of what I go through. But I am not shy. No where near. Don’t confuse the two. There’s shyness but there’s also social disorders. They are not the same thing.
concept: me, living in my dream city, speaking multiple languages, working at my dream job, having multiple nerd friends whom I love and who love me
Ok, but do you realize what this means? John said “even you” because he views Sherlock as a person who isn’t human. Not in a bad way, remember all of the times john has said stuff like “amazing” and “fantastic” after Sherlock deductions? He views Sherlock as an incredible person, both in Sherlocks heart and in his head. So when Sherlock said back “ no John, even you”, he didn’t only view John in the same way, but he also saw john above himself. They both see each other as amazing, intelligent, people who they admire above all others. And if that’s not love I don’t know what is.
Sherlock and John with Rosie (since she’s their baby now, after all)
anyway, i was just gonna post the first gifset i made for anon so…. i’ll just leave it here, enjoy!
Brothers and sisters often look alike or have similar personalities…
John cheated on Mary with Sherlock’s sister.
I’m not saying John has a type… but he has a type and it’s Sherlock Holmes.
My favourite thing about The Lying Detective is that basically every person watching thought Moriarty was dressed up as a woman for a few minutes
Sherlock put the recording device into John’s cane.
Sherlock broke into John’s flat to put the recording device into John’s cane.
Sherlock saw Rosie’s baby stuff that hadn’t been touched in a while, saw what of it was missing. He saw the empty bottles of Whiskey in the kitchen, the dirty glasses in the sink, the empty fridge, Mary’s clothes still on the coat rack…
All those conversations John had with Mary… recorded…
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