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SPONGEBOB
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okay so today I was at the mall and this girl walking in front of me and tripped and fell and instead of helping her up like a normal person would- I decided to make her feel less embarrassed and fall down too
but I guess another guy had the same idea because we fell at the same time
and then another person fell
and another
and suddenly I was lying in the middle of an impromptu fainting mob and a lot of people were shouting
and the girl who’d originally fallen looked so fucking happy
THIS IS A NATURALLY OCCURRING METAL WHAT
metal as fuck
This is a pure bismuth crystal. The heaviest element that is not radioactive (ok technically it is but it’s half life is like 9 orders of magnitude older than the universe so it really doesn’t count.) Probably my favourite crystal structure, even if you forget the colour. Surprisingly, bismuth is also super-not-toxic. You can actually eat the stuff and it’s often in indigestion remedies. Fascinating element, all round.
Over-Educated Problems
but the costuming is so historically inaccurate
The armour is from oddly mixed locations and periods..
Exactly what kind of Native American tribe is this suppose to be?
The subtitles on your foreign bad guys aren’t what they’re actually saying.
That ancient text very conveniently rhymes when you translate it into English.
This tank model wasn’t even out by this stage of the war! Please, do your research. Try Germany, 2 years later. The thingamajigs are so un-gadgety and clearly false.
How exactly can your robot move that fast and flexibly with that amount of armor?
Swords break when they clash, most fighting was done with shields
I CAN´T.
Meanwhile Moffat’s children are like
HEIGHT SLIDER IN THE SIMS 4!! Hell Yeah!
MIDDLE NAMES! So in ts2 we couldn’t even customise the last name, in ts3 we had first and last, and now we’ve got first-middle-last! I’m actually so happy about this. c’: And height sliders, adhsalkfaklfshlka
took me a bit to realize how fucked up this actually is
at least he knows it’s not B or D
Non-Whovian friend: I just watched a really cool episode of Doctor Who the other day!
Very Whovian me: Which one?
friend: The world was ending.
me: ...
friend:
me:
friend:
me:
friend:
me: could you
me:
me: could you be more specific
Can we all just take five seconds to acknowledge the fact that Misha STILL hasn’t changed his number yet? I mean how many celebrities would 1. Willingly give out their number and 2. Still not change it weeks later and take time out of their day to send a few texts back to some fans. I’m sorry but if you don’t love Misha Collins you’re wrong because he is as perfect and fucking amazing as you’re going to get.
Sherlock and John reunite in the afterlife.
NO. NO THIS ISN’T FAIR.
WHY. WOULD. YOU. POST. SOMETHING. LIKE. THIS?
WHAT IS THIS FANDOM ON!!?????
SOMEBODY.WRITE.A.FIC
Years had passed.
Decades, really.
He never got over it. He never left Baker Street. And when a woman named Mary asked him for his number in a quiet pub, he smiled and declined with the consummate grace that marked every interaction between John Watson and the rest of humanity.
On the way home from that meeting, he reminisced - as he so often did - about the one who’d fallen. For two perfect years, perhaps his greatest asset to the world’s only consulting detective had been John’s ability to intervene between Sherlock and the world he inhabited, full of those irritating, distracting, dull creatures known as other people.
Two years. John looked up at the night sky, and sighed, thinking about planets and stars and going around the garden like a teddy bear. He’d spent three years after Sherlock jumped waiting for the man to return; had spent that fourth year sodding drunk. Pathetic, just a bit. Took him three damn years to finally admit that the man was never coming home. Took most of that fourth for him to be able to say the words out loud.
I loved you. I loved you. I loved you.
He’d mourned Sherlock longer than he’d known the bloody prat, and if that wasn’t the mark of a soulmate, of the kind of friendship and love that lasts your whole life, he didn’t know what else could be.
It was a bit of hell, really, to live that life alone when the person you were supposed to spend it with was gone. But John managed; he always did, always had. John Watson could survive damn near anything. He stayed in their flat. He started talking to his old friends again. He found better work as a doctor, and he settled into his long wait, his long quiet patience set to this one task. His life was full, and good. He walked around with a Sherlock-shaped hole in his chest, and everyone he met knew it, but the edges knit together over time.
Those next two decades, he smiled. He laughed. He fed ducks in the park. He had tea with Mrs. Hudson. He forgave Lestrade, and Sally, and even Mycroft, though the last one took a good nine years to take.
Even, eventually, he forgave himself. Sherlock would have hated the sentimentality of it all, John was sure; he could hear the eviscerating commentary any time he cared to.
Which was often. John almost always wore a little half-smile as he faded into the background of others’ social interactions, thinking to himself of what Sherlock would say. Hearing a rich, deep voice that only existed in his mind and holding back his smile at the cutting remarks, the brilliant deductions, the wry comments. He talked to Sherlock in his head frequently – not constantly, not quite, but at least once a day. Sometimes just with a nod of acknowledgement as he went to bed, and sometimes a whole day spent talking to his mad genius and feeling soothed at the remembered/imagined voice speaking back to him.
It wasn’t a bad life, not at all.
It ended when John was sixty-four. Routine, normal, a heart attack, such an ordinary and dull method of passing on. Sherlock would have been immensely displeased at John having the temerity to die so boringly.
That was his last thought before he blinked, and knew – knew in bones he didn’t have any more, knew in his soul because that’s all he had left – that he was dead.
He was dead, and standing at a door, and in front of him was Sherlock.
John smiled, a particular fond, loving smile the world hadn’t seen from him in two and a half decades. “You waited.”
Sherlock’s nose wrinkled a little – obvious – but his eyes were soft, and his mouth shaped, “Of course.” The voice had never been quite perfect, quite right in his head, but it was vibrant now. Here. Real. Velvet undertones and night itself given voice, and part of John eased back into place that hadn’t been whole since before that last phone call. This, then, was peace.
John tilted his head, asking Ready? just like Sherlock had asked it of him, one night in a pool a long time ago. Sherlock’s smile recalled the gesture, and as John had then, he gave a short, sharp nod of acknowledgement. When you are.
John opened the door, and they passed into the light together.
Awww, poor John. My heart aches for him. This is a lovely ficlet btw.
OUCH
i swear to god this fandom is just a bunch of sadomasochistic bastards fuck my life…
this never fails to hurt!
The way he ran
every time i wear a fandom shirt i think someone will recognise it and we’ll talk and stuff
but no
everytime i see someone in a fandom hirt i just awkwardly stare at their chest and hope we make a telepathic connection
we need like a hand sign that doesnt require us to talk
moffat that’s not funny
I will never understand cats
CATS ARE FUNNY
Oh god cats are so adorable < xDD
crying
do most american world maps seriously have america in the centre?
WE DO HAHAHAHA
Are you fucking kidding me.
In Chinese maps, Asia is in the center. Which nation is centralized depends on the map’s origins.
In Canada, our maps are cut through the Pacific, so we don’t offend anyone.
sometimes i feel like canadian stereotypes go too far and then this happens
Australian maps are upside down so Australia is above everyone else
you think this is a joke
the best line ever