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May the 10 of Pentacles bless your account with more money than you can spend. đ”âš
10 of Pentz came thruuu
Omg this actually works!!! Thank you 10 of Pentacles!!!
I could seriously use this money right nowâŠ.
Please give me my refund of 400$ soonâŠ
I feel obligated to reblog this every time it shows up in my dash
No bragging, just 100% floored and grateful. Work hard, maintain a positive attitude, and believe that anything can happen.
So I reblogged this exactly a week ago because I thought it was funny and uh lo and behold, a family friend wrote me a big olâ check just to help me out of a tough financial spot AND my bank refunded me $32 for fees theyâd originally taken out. SO UH YEAH. Reblogging this again in hopes that it brings equally good fortune to my followers.
Sure why not? Jobs bring in money and prosperityâŠ
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Me in the Teen Wolf Fandom
Loving Stiles/Derek for 3 years having never seen the show:
Just now watching S1 of Teen Wolf in 2018:
Iâm about to have a fun afternoon.
So my trainerâs bf cheated on her. She broke up with him. Heâs holding her stuff hostage until she agrees to talk with him. Which she refuses.
She trains; for free mind you; three college linebackers, a college wrestler, two martial artists, a body builder, and⊠wait for itâŠ. a Navy seal. Weâre gonna go get her shit for her.
This should make for an interesting story.
So everyone who commented on this being like the avengers, you are absolutely right. Thatâs what all of us had in our heads as we were rolling over to dudeâs house. But Iâm very proud to say, this ended without violence.
Arrival:
So the super friends all jumped into one of the linebackerâs explorer and headed over to dudeâs house. Ok the squad: you all know me, but the other martial artist is a little wirey hapkido guy, the linebackers are all giants (an estimated combined weight of Iâd say 750-800lbs), the wrestler looks like an escaped gorilla, then the navy seal looks like your average guy but something about him is unsettling. Really unsettling. Unfortunately, the body builder had to work. Anyway, we send the Hapkido guy and the wrestler to the door first and dude answers, screams at them, and then slams the door in their face. Then the giant linebackers head over and they ring the door bell again. Lo and behold, he was much more polite, but still denied access. Finally, me and the seal join the fray. I casually make my way towards the front of the group, but the seal decides to CLIMB THE BANISTER. We all just turned and started at him completely shocked when dude answers the door. He looks at this weird mismatched group of relatively threatening individuals and one guy perched on his banister like batman. He was like âFINE. Go take what youâre looking for.â
Retrieval:
So weâre all walking through the house gathering what we think are her things and putting them into two boxes. Mind you. We are completely guessing. We didnât even tell her we were coming, therefore we had no list of items.The only one really being productive was Hapkido, who was legitimately looking for stuff. The linebackers were just randomly picking up furniture, turning it over, and putting it back down. Just showing off how strong they were. In case the numbers game wasnât enough, I guess they were letting him know they could break him if they wanted to. The seal was just shadowing dude in his own house. Walking behind him, not saying much, just being creepy. Then thereâs me. Who was causing general mischiefâŠ. He said to take what I was looking for, thatâs what I was looking for. Ahaha and the wrestler made a fricken sandwich. Because âyou guys look like you have it under control, and Iâm a sucker for egg salad.â We were in and out in 15 minutes.
Delivery:
So the autobots rolled out and headed towards homegirlâs spot. She was conveniently outside when we rolled up. We got out and she was like, how do you all even know each other. The truth is, we donât. She sent us all an email once and didnât blind copy us all. She vented to all of us about dude holding onto her stuff and we started emailing and that was that. We told her that we went to see her ex. âOMG what did you say to him?â Nothing. Weâre not messenger boys. Weâre delivery boys. And we gave her her boxes of stuff. She went through the first box and said that was most of her stuff. Then she got to my box and asked âWtf is all that shit.â So I explained that I took all the batteries out of his remote controls, his deodorant, the light bulb out of his master closet, every pair of dress socks that I could find, the laces out of his running shoes, and all the toilet paper in the house. The guys just looked at me and kind of nodded like they were impressed. She then unexpectedly started CRYING and thanked us. So you have this group of meat heads all standing awkwardly with this weeping trainer. It was quiet for a second when the seal was like âSoâŠ. chipoltle?â And we all got burrito bowls.
What a great day.
This is literally the most beautiful and thrilling tale. Start to finish.
I am almost in tears I am laughing so hard. This is beautiful. I canât believe you took all the toilet paper. Iâm dying. Help. It sounds like the start of a joke: two martial artists, a wrestler, two linebackers and a Navy Seal walk into a Chipotle.
I have reblogged this a dozen times and I will reblog it a dozen more.
This needs reblogging. Iâve read this before, but itâs still priceless.
I donât reblog this amazing piece of human cooperation, assume Iâm dead
ITâS BACK!!!!!
Some make this into a comic!!!
THIS IS GLORIOUS
THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE STORIES AND I WILL ALWAYS REBLOG!
This is some of the funniest shit Iâve ever read. These guys are my new heroes.
Stop dating abusive women 2018
Hardly any women are gonna reblog this tbh đ
A lot of women behave like this and think this ainât abuse
But let a nigga slap them, damage their clothes and pour a drink on them, all hell will break loose.
EVERYONE CAN BE A VICTIM OF DOMESTIC ABUSE!
Buddy has the soul of an angel and composure out of this world
Just in case anyone wants the context: He has been making music in Chicago, he recently performed to a large audience and met London on da track, who offered him an opportunity in LA. She didnât want to leave Chicago because of her business there. He told her that she doesnât have to go, he just needs to do this for his music. She got upset because he straight up told her that he valued his career over their relationship and she did this.Â
Now Iâm not a relationship expert, but I will never understand how some of yâall expect people to put you above the shit they have to do. Always put your career, your job, your livelihood first. This was all kinds of fucked up, really fucking abusive and manipulative, he should definitely go to LA with or without her.Â
Many women *WILL* reblog this, because part of feminism is acknowledging that women are just as capable of being abusive as men. Acting as though women cannot be abusive is misogyny, and relies on the misogynist tropes that women are frail, and innocent in comparison to men. Any true feminist must acknowledge that neither of these things are necessarily true and that a woman is in fact capable of being abusive whether itâs to another woman, a man, or a nonbinary person. The reason we focus on abuse from men towards women is that it is more prevalent, and institutionally encouraged, justified, and allowed without consequence, while a woman even âtalking backâ to a man is to be âput in her place.â Donât bring your weak, fragile âFew women will reblog thisâ shit up in here. We know what abuse looks like when we see it.
if the men find out we can
Shape Shift
theyâre going to tell the church
public school lunch aesthetic
-random applause that eventually encompasses the entire cafeteria -skipping classes to go to your friendâs lunch periods -âcome with me i dont wanna go aloneâ -not knowing who youâre singing happy birthday for -âhey if i pay you will you go through the line and get me somethingâ -knowing your id number so you can actually eat -only wearing your id during lunch period -that ONE security guard -âwhatâs even for lunch todayâ -HOLY FUCK ITâS CHICKEN NUGGET DAY -those girls who chill in the bathroom doing their makeup -fights = dinner AND a show -âhey what lunch do you have this yearâ âbâ âdamn iâm in câ
What the fuck does any of this mean why is there a security guard in your school what
This is America
Wanting to escape lunch and head to the library. But since thatâs not allowed you had to plan early in the year and make friends with all the security guards.
smash that mf reblog if u hate pedophiles
You know that post with the broken likes? If this doesnât get enough reblogs to crash the icon then Iâm fucking rioting
rdj kissing josh brolin on the lips is such a power move. the man doesnât give a single fuck. heâs the male protagonist archetype of this century but he will kiss as many guys as he pleases because he can and thereâs nothing hollywood can do about it
i love how the media has rdj as this manly hetero Man Of Ironâą but he lives on a diferent dimension where sexuality is whatever the fuck he wants it to be. he will kiss man and women as he pleases. he will dress in pink and yellow and not give a single fuck.
MIRAâ
Y SU FAVORITOâ
robert has always not given a single fuck for peopleâs views in what he should wear and how openly affectioned he can be with men. heâs not here for fragile masculinity and heterosexuality. he will continue to kiss, hug and shower them all with love.
Since the photos above focus on him kissing men, I feel the need to also add a few examples of his i donât give a fuck outfits:
1) heâs a fashion disaster
2) all the guys getting kisses from him are literally b e a m i n g . they love it. they want more
This is on my dash again and the only day I donât reblog this is the day Iâm dead.
THIS IS MY HOLY GRAILÂ
This is back and oh my god is it better
âBut if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.â
not even risking that shit
scrolled past this, re-evaluated my life, then SCROOOLLLED back up and hit the damn reblog button.Â
She ainât no games in real life so I take her serious all the time
Anyone with a name that starts with a âZâ, ends with an âiâ, and isnât some kind of Italian pasta, IS SERIOUS
Iâm not climbing no mountain with a pig on my back, đ đœđ đŸđ đż Negative.
Nope. I know better, have your reblog Madame Zeroni.
who the fuck is Madame Zeroni
Look at these stupid children who donât know who Madame Zeroni is
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Man lissen if you donât know you better ask somebody AFTER you hit the reblog button
Idk who she is but I have an exam today so Iâll reblog her
idk who she is but i have an exam today so iâll reblog her
^Haiku^bot^0.4. Sometimes I do stupid things (but I have improved with syllables!). Beep-boop!
Because wise, I am.
Oh fucks no sheâs back lmao must reblog. Iâm sorry guys
Nope
Gonna reblog now before itâs too late
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Canât risk it.
Reblog this if you actually like the blog you reblogged it from.
LEAK THIS GYMâS ADDRESS IMMEDIATELY
I would work out every day if he were my instructor tbh
Iâve reblogged this six million times, and Iâll reblog it seven million more times
whatâs with all these stories of hundred plus year old vampires falling in love with teenagers like yes they might LOOK your age but youâve got a few centuries of maturity on them I want vampires falling in love with 40 year old suburban housewives and business executives and preschool teachers not high school students
vampires falling in love with spry 90-year-old great-grandmothers
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Iâm pretty sure that a author does this....and like when the women/men get turned their body reverts to its optimal stage...but alas I am too lazy to research.
Just an experiment. Reblog if you actually give a fuck about male victims of domestic violence and rape.
Of fucking course
What sick bastard doesnât
âYouâd be surprisedâ, said Xaldien, who just lost four followers and received a lovely âmen canât be rapedâ anon shortly after reblogging this the first time.
Yowch, disgusting.
If I donât reblog this, assume Iâm dead.
Always reblog this
If you Dont reblog this if u see it then i cant call u my friend
IF ANYONE TELLS ME THAT MEN CANâT BE VICTIMS OF DOMESTIC VIOLENCE AND RAPE, I AM SICKENED BY THEIR MERE PRESENCE ON MY BLOG.
If you disagree with me, unfollow my blog, block me and never look at my blog again.
If you want to debate about this or send anonâs about this, I will reply but your actions have consequences.
Out of 19000+ followers I have, only one of you actually reblogged about this issue, yet a lot of you have reblogged and liked a picture by playboy about catcalling and that how men should never do it.
Additionally, I have received abuse in my ask box (which I will be answering when I can) and threats. In particular death threats and rape threats.
I can see the real problem here already. Male domestic violence and rape is just invisible in our society because we donât want to talk about this because it just damages the status quo of this fucking website.
Iâm a male victim of child sexual abuse. We matter. Please, reblog this.
Please never forget male victims are real and it can happen to everyone/anyone
Make sure the romance is there on both sides people
Screw people who donât believe in male rape.
Everyone can be raped and denying that because of your childish, pathetic hatred for men is quite frankly disgusting.
We should care about our mens just as much as our womens.
I canât believe there are people who wonât reblog thisâŠ
Having a physical body = capable of being raped
Male rape victims are (unfortunately) as much a thing as female rape victims.
Itâs not that difficult to understand
People, understand. Listen. Care.
It is really not that hard.
Just try.Â
It is time to stop thinking this is one-sided.
This is unfair.
âDr Watson (or a more pleasant friend.)â I hate what theyâve done to Watsonâs character. Itâs inappropriate for the original character, and disrespectful to Martin.
I cannot believe that the showrunners have let this go, insulting a fine actor. Although Iâm not really surprised, given how they trashed his character in S4.
Some thoughts:
As a quick disclaimer, I do not know, nor have I researched, the real reason behind why Mr. Freeman is not included or a part of this event. While many of you know I could go on and on about my respect for his career, artistic choices, and projects, thatâs not whatâs keeping me up at night in this case.
What is keeping me up at night, and whatâs been eating away at the back of my mind since I first saw this ad, is how a few small words, seen by now by millions of people, irreverently and carelessly trash what is widely regarded as one of the most loyal and beautiful friendships ever put to page.
âDr. Watson (or a more pleasant friend)â
Or a more pleasant friend?
A more pleasant friend???
When there is Sherlock Holmes, Dr. John H. Watson is inevitably by his side. They are inseparable for all time, inked together shoulder to shoulder for hundreds of years, and hundreds of years more.
They are the poor, ill soldier, meaningless and alone in the midst of hundreds of people, and they are the brilliant, lonely man, given too wide a circle by all, with nobody to celebrate with him over his achievements. They are the moment when Mr. Sherlock Holmes reaches out his hand, and sees the drifting and depressed man standing before him, gripping tightly to his cane, and he smiles and says, âHow are you?â which no one else besides Mike Stamford has bothered to ask Dr. John H. Watson since he returned from the hot and bleeding sand.
They are the moment Dr. John H. Watson declares to Mr. Sherlock Holmes that he will write down his cases, so that others may see his genius and appreciate his mind. Who tells him, âYour merits should be publicly recognized,â because he remembers that no one had been there to congratulate Holmes that first day they met in the lab â that he had been smiling over his test tubes alone.
They are that first blinding moment Watson follows him outside their rooms, with purpose in his step for the first time since being told to walk out of the hospital, after Holmes has looked at him and said, âGet your hat,â and Watson asks, âYou wish me to come?â and Holmes immediately says, âYes.â
Who is a more pleasant friend than Dr. John H. Watson, who sat in his armchair late on winter nights, with his healing bullet wound still aching, and no other friend in the world to come knocking on the door, and listened to Sherlock Holmes play music for him on his violin? Who was there for him, by his side, as their pipe smoke drifted together in the air of their home, and who begged him to be happy? Who asked him, as Holmesâ long white hand reached for the cocaine, and their knees knocked together from where they sat closely in their chairs, âPray, what remains for you?â because it pained him to imagine that Holmes, who had spent their day enrapturing the world, and smiling up at the sky, and bathing Watson in his brilliance, must end the adventure alone?
Who is a more pleasant friend than Dr. John H. Watson, who crouched beside Sherlock Holmes for hours in the dark, ignoring his discomfort and fear, and wrote down with the ink pen in his hand the exact moments when Sherlock Holmesâ hand closed protectively around his wrist in the shadows? Who ran across town with vague instructions in the dead of night, and chased masked criminals through the fog, and travelled all the way to Baskerville alone to investigate the snarling devil on earth just because Holmes asked him to?
Who is a more pleasant friend than Dr. John H. Watson, who stood in the swirling mist of the Falls and wept, holding a stained note in his hands, and later sat down in an empty room to write, âI shall ever regard him as the best and the wisest man that I have ever known.â
Who is a more pleasant friend than Dr. John H. Watson, who looked upon the small details of Holmesâ trembling lips, and his wild eyes, and realized as he started to fall to the ground from the gunshot in his leg that Holmes was revealing the depth of his loyalty and love? And who recognized them as the singular, exceptional, and unprecedented gifts that they were, right at the moment his friendâs wiry arms came around him?
Who is a more pleasant friend than the man who humbly accepted that he was the whetstone for a great mind, the stimulus for his genius, the necessary anchor upon which Holmes could always rely, and never asked for anything in return except to keep accompanying him on his adventures? Who kept his secrets for him, and stitched his wounds, and willingly wrote that he himself fainted â such an ungentlemanly thing to do â upon Holmesâ return, to explain the depth of his emotions?
Does Mary Morstan exist? Yes. Do countless iterations of bumbling, idiotic, useless Watsons exist? Yes. Does he for some time leave Baker Street? By all accounts, yes. Does Dr. John H. Watson physically beating Mr. Sherlock Holmes on the floor of a morgue exist? Unfortunately, yes.
But you cannot read Watsonâs letters to Holmes and doubt the fierce loyalty, the depth of appreciation, the gratitude, and the love. You cannot hope to doubt that he is exaggerating during the countless times that he puts to paper âmy dear friend.â
Dr. John H. Watson wrote nearly sixty letters to Mr. Sherlock Holmes, each word of them painstakingly written out by an aging hand, and every word a declaration of the genius of his friend â the strength, and the humor, and the wit. The struggles. The dark nights. The placement of his fingers on the neck of the violin. His laugh.
Those letters are not letters to us, the readers. Oh, no.
And those letters, those love letters to his dearest friend and fellow, the best and the wisest man that he had ever known, have made millions of people, for generations, fall in love with Mr. Sherlock Holmes themselves, again and again and again.
Who is a more pleasant friend than the man who convinces the entire world to adore someone who thought even himself unlovable? Who shows us the emotion beneath the cold mask, and the intimacies of his person, and the quiet moments in his home? Who narrates his adventures, and rightfully calls them so?
A more pleasant friend?
You cannot find one.
I hope you enjoyed your idiotic joke at Dr. John H. Watsonâs expense, a war veteran and a survivor. The Boswell who will eternally write through time. The dearest fellow of the greatest mind who ever lived, and, beneath that mind, the most fathomless heart.
I hope it was worth it.
Now go fuck yourselves.
In the video Ben said âyour most annoying friendâ and it rubbed me the wrong way the whole day. I actually cried. THE MOST ANNOYING FRIEND? This is the same man? That man that pays your bills and takes care of your mental health and makes you eat and make sure clients know you appreciate their gifts?! This is fucking Sherlock Holmes. His friendship with Watson (letâs say itâs platonic) is the most beautiful friendships ever written and one most of us long a lifetime to have. I know I do. If itâs more than best friends, why in Godâs name would you ever EVER EVER call the person you love âthe most annoyingâ?
I hate it.
This. It was jarring when I heard it, and I still canât figure out why theyâd do that.
I always wished, and still do, that I could have a friend like Watson. And it was a slap to my childhood to have him belittled.
Itâs the end of the road for Foxâs cult cop comedy starring Andy Samberg and Andre Braugher, the only remaining Fox comedy series from an outside studio, Universal TV. Brooklyn Nine-NinâŠ
Iâm gonna throw up ???
Uhhh, excuse me? Why the fuck?