I don’t want to leave Canada tomorrow. I love Canada! I plan to come back many more times. Everyone is lovely and very helpful.
I remember when I was in school, they would ask, ‘What are you going to be when you grow up?’ and then you’d have to draw a picture of it. I drew a picture of myself as a bride.
Look, if you nicely tell me that swearing makes you uncomfortable and you politely ask me not to, I will stop immediately and speak nicer than a nun.
But if you start acting like you’re on some fucking high horse, or telling me that I’m going to Hell for talking the way that I do and you can’t “be around that kind of language” then you can bet your motherfuckin’ ass that I’ll be fucking cussing like a cunt-fuckin’ sailor you maggot-ridden piece of dick.
YOU NIQQAS WANNA LEARN ELVISH?! HERE YA GO!
this makes me think about the post about the two girls who didn’t want to get caught sendes notes in class so they learned elvish
OH MY GOD THIS IS PERFECT
So it’s senior week and my school has a tradition of going above and beyond for festivities.
Every year, the seniors get permission from the principal to come into the school over night and just go bananas. Everyday has a different theme. Monday was Hogwarts themed. Today was carnival themed. They set up one of the bouncy things in the middle of the commons and the there was free popcorn and a slushy machine and all the wings were labeled Gyffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflehuff and Slytherin.
I still have no idea how they got the finances to put this all together
I’ll keep you guys updated on what tomorrows theme is
Okay so apparently today was nap day
all the seniors came to school in pajamas. they set up tents and inflatable mattresses, sleeping bags and bean bags all over the commons and just hung out there all day
then during lunch, this truck arrived and there was this huge buffet with mexican food and chinese food. I wish I had taken pictures but the line was so long I didn’t even bother getting any and I’m still trying to figure out how they’re paying for all this.
Can’t wait to see what they have planned for Thursday
cat forgets she’s sticking her tongue out [x]
Today in class the teacher didn’t feel like teaching so instead she had one of her students teach. So this kid, wearing a fez and suspenders, writes shit on the board then takes something out of his pocket to use as a pointer and i didn’t realize what it was until he extended it aND IT WAS THE FUCKING ELEVENTH DOCTORS SONCI AND I FUCKING LOST MY SHIT IN CLASS AND FELL OUT OF MY SEAT AND EVERYONE JUST LOOKED AT ME AND WHEN I EXPLAINED IT SOMEONE YELLED OUT “WHAT THE FUCK IS A DOCTOR WHO” IC ANT
TUMBLR I NEED YOUR HELP.
THIS IS STACIE BARNETT. SHE IS 15 AND SHE IS MISSING FROM ALBION NEW YORK.
she is 5’2” approx 105 lbs. Last seen with her boy friend Tom Norton. Possibly in a white Monticarlo.
she disappeared after being bullied all week at school. The school was notified of the bullying and still NOTHING was done. Please spread the word so we can find Stacie and bring her home. If you see her or have any information call the local authorities
An ordinary day of 221B Baker Street
I really love that they have breakfast together. I just do, I love that. I like the scene it suggests, and the many other scenes it’s clearly built upon. There’s a familiarity about it all; they’ve done this before. They do this all the time. They have a routine of sorts. This is their life. It’s good.
John gets up, takes a shower, gets dressed: Sherlock doesn’t bother. He just pulls on his dressing gown and sits down to eat.
Does John wake up first?
Everything suggests that he does; he’s the one who’s dressed. Not that that’s the most definitive evidence in the world. Sometimes, we know, Sherlock doesn’t appear to bother getting dressed all day. In canon, Watson notes Holmes’ typical late mornings. And John, on the other hand, has probably spent most of his adult life in the military; a life full of early mornings. That’s a tough habit to break. Can I make a presumption, then? (This is fiction, not science, after all. I don’t need water-tight evidence to form an opinion and run off on a tangent. Obviously.) That’s it, settled: John wakes up first. Most of the time, surely.
Does John wake Sherlock for breakfast? Or does he move as quietly as he can through the morning, putting the kettle on, picking up the paper, peering into the fridge, waiting to hear a familiar huff and grumble from Sherlock’s bedroom? Any moment now. Any moment. Look at John: he’s happy. He likes his breakfasts with Sherlock. So he waits for it: any moment now, Sherlock will wake up and join him. He doesn’t ask for company; he just gets it.
Does Sherlock wake up when John puts the kettle on? Does he wake up to the sound of John pulling plates down from a cupboard, or running water into the sink? Or is it when John’s in the shower that he wakes up, to the sound of water running, the sound of it hitting John’s skin, then drifts off into a half-sleep again until he hears the kettle boil?
In any case, Sherlock gets up. Eventually. Before his breakfast is cold. Just in time, probably.
He rubs the sleep out of his eyes. He yawns. he doesn’t bother to do up his dressing gown. John probably says, “Good morning,” or something like it. A dig about the evening before, a complaint about an experiment, or too much noise in the night, or a question about a case. Do they pick up a conversation where they left off? Something half-finished from the evening before? Or new things, random things, the things you say in the morning. “I dreamed I was on boat.” I can’t imagine Sherlock would be that interested in hearing about dreams, or relating them. But you start conversations like that in the morning, just because. It’s the familiarity. “We were going in circles, and no one noticed.” Nothing that requires a comment. Just things you say.
And they have breakfast, drink coffee, read the paper. They probably chat about the headlines. It’s an ordinary day. Nothing remarkable. It’s moments before the next thing happens.
This is probably as happy as either of these men will ever be.
Deliver Us. Prince of Egypt (1998).
River, oh river, flow gently for me,
Such precious cargo you bear!
Do you know somewhere, he can live free?
River, deliver him there…
Words cannot describe the beauty and perfection of this score..