I have my obsession with British men, shows, bands, and all. My fandoms include (but are not limited to): Doctor Who, Shelock, Beatles/Classic Rock, Tom Hiddleston, Avengers, Harry Potter, and Benedict Cumberbatch. I also love to laugh so if you want funny here is a good place to be.

Lastly, I do not apologize for any sort of fandom spamming that appears on this blog at any time. That is all. Why are you still reading this? Follow me.

 

There are only two reasons I’d ever use a public restroom
1) I am being held against my will or
2) I REALLY gotta go

rainbowcranes:

Growing up, my dad had a rule. “You can’t get a tattoo. If you do, I will make you get it removed. Unless, that is, you join the army and can shoot a seagull in the eye from a mile away, or you have a near-death experience.”
On July 12, 2011, I rode my bicycle to the camp I worked at. On my way home, I rode down a hill, and stopped at the bottom. I looked both ways, and there was no car coming. I started to turn left when I got hit by a car going ~55 miles per hour. I completely shattered the windshield, and when the driver stopped, I was ejected back onto the road. The doctors in the emergency room were absolutely perplexed when I arrived, because they all agreed that I should have died, and they were amazed to release me 4 and a half hours later with only 16 stitches, a concussion, and a chipped tooth. During my recovery, I was angry and confused. A couple if days after my accident, I received cards from my eight year old campers. One of them drew a giant paper crane, and said, “if you fold a thousand paper cranes, you’ll get better”. 
Not being able to read, ride a bicycle, or put stress on my body, I cut up an old sudoku puzzle, went on YouTube, and learned how to make a paper crane. By the end of the day, I had a laundry basket full of black and white paper cranes. I kept making paper cranes, even after I made a thousand, and I ran into a dilemma. What do you do with paper cranes once you’ve made them? A girl in my class had committed suicide the same day I had my accident, and I brought a purple crane to her wake. Her family could not have been happier the moment I presented them with this crane. Something clicked in my head right there. I started giving them to people and hiding them in random places for people to find. I started making art with them, and they became a major part of who I was. 
This tattoo is symbolic of my accident, and could not represent me any better.

rainbowcranes:

Growing up, my dad had a rule. “You can’t get a tattoo. If you do, I will make you get it removed. Unless, that is, you join the army and can shoot a seagull in the eye from a mile away, or you have a near-death experience.”

On July 12, 2011, I rode my bicycle to the camp I worked at. On my way home, I rode down a hill, and stopped at the bottom. I looked both ways, and there was no car coming. I started to turn left when I got hit by a car going ~55 miles per hour. I completely shattered the windshield, and when the driver stopped, I was ejected back onto the road. The doctors in the emergency room were absolutely perplexed when I arrived, because they all agreed that I should have died, and they were amazed to release me 4 and a half hours later with only 16 stitches, a concussion, and a chipped tooth. During my recovery, I was angry and confused. A couple if days after my accident, I received cards from my eight year old campers. One of them drew a giant paper crane, and said, “if you fold a thousand paper cranes, you’ll get better”. 

Not being able to read, ride a bicycle, or put stress on my body, I cut up an old sudoku puzzle, went on YouTube, and learned how to make a paper crane. By the end of the day, I had a laundry basket full of black and white paper cranes. 
I kept making paper cranes, even after I made a thousand, and I ran into a dilemma. What do you do with paper cranes once you’ve made them? A girl in my class had committed suicide the same day I had my accident, and I brought a purple crane to her wake. Her family could not have been happier the moment I presented them with this crane. Something clicked in my head right there. I started giving them to people and hiding them in random places for people to find. I started making art with them, and they became a major part of who I was. 

This tattoo is symbolic of my accident, and could not represent me any better.

REBLOG THIS IF YOU HAVE POSTERS ON YOUR WALL IN YOUR ROOM

ashiecrackerr:

I got into an argument with my mother because she took down my posters off my walls and doesnt believe that most teenagers have posters hanging on their walls in their room. So, to prove a point, I want to show her how many other teens have posters on their walls.

mr-egbutt:

nikkysclit:

Can you not?

unbelievable. i cannot believe this. how d id this happe n i dont believ e thi s im so f cukihn 

mr-egbutt:

nikkysclit:

Can you not?

unbelievable. i cannot believe this. how d id this happe n i dont believ e thi s im so f cukihn 

(Source: doctor-in-a-policebox)

spuandi:

this is literally my favourite snapchat photo set in the history of forever

(Source: aurora-spirit)

jenxmalone:

smaugnussen:

goddessofsax:

Hair color reference chart. It’s not perfect, but from what I could gather it’s pretty accurate.

dont let the fanfic writers see this

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cvroline:

There are 5 types of fear

1. Terror
2. Panic
3. 14 missed calls from mom
4. Username or password is incorrect
5. “We need to talk”