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  • ninamodaffari:

    mother fuckin’ themberchaud

    1 week ago
  • (via theunnaturalselectionn)

    1 week ago
  • jumex:

    Addiction is a progressive narrowing of the things that bring you pleasure. A good life is a progressive expansion of the things that bring you pleasure. Btw

    (via modern-heresy)

    4 weeks ago
  • radfemblack:

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    (via femaleisnotafeeling)

    1 month ago
  • thecrazyashley-blog:
“maximum-mom:
“isa-ghost:
“cecil-but-gayer:
“autumnangel20:
“turtleduck-enthusiast:
“pocket-sized-friend:
“alexanderdamnhethin:
“heymissy221b:
“the-most-medium-teen-lebian:
“throneofhavilliard:
“b00kworm:
“aelinfeyreeleven945tbln:...

    thecrazyashley-blog:

    maximum-mom:

    isa-ghost:

    cecil-but-gayer:

    autumnangel20:

    turtleduck-enthusiast:

    pocket-sized-friend:

    alexanderdamnhethin:

    heymissy221b:

    the-most-medium-teen-lebian:

    throneofhavilliard:

    b00kworm:

    aelinfeyreeleven945tbln:

    captainthefangirlofhp:

    thornypeach3:

    masterofhounds:

    that-one-fangirl16:

    moriartyfortheevening:

    lotrlockedwhovian:

    winchester-kelly:

    badgerdash-cumberquat:

    the—superwholockian:

    twistedthicket1:

    trypophobic-canine:

    perks-of-being-chinese:

    heroscafe:

    everyonesfavoriteging:

    my-weeping-angel:

    eatsleepcrap:

    syd224:

    eatsleepcrap:

    wincherlockedintardis:

    even with those four numbers there are countless possible combinations good luck with figuring out which one is the right one you punk

    *straightens calculator*

    It’s pretty likely that it’s a four digit number, and as there are four digits chosen there, that means that there cannot be any repetition. This mean that there are:

    n!/(n-4)! possible orders. As ‘n’ is 4 (number of digits available). 4!/0! which becomes 4x3x2x1/1 which simplifies to 24. That means that there are 24 possible combinations of codes. This would take you about two or three minutes to input all possible codes.

    Unless an alarm goes off if you don’t get it right in 3 tries

    *straightens calculator again*

    Kick the fucking door in

    well ‘technically’ the code is most likley 1970. statistically, a majority of people, when told to choose a 4 digit code will choose their birth year. and this key pad is obviously a few years old to put it nicely, thats most likley it. 

    some sherlock holmes shit just went down over here

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    No, no, no. Don’t base your deductions of psychology. Let’s talk chemistry. When you first press a button, there’s more of the natural oils on your skin, and therefore it wears down the numbers on the keys faster. Obviously 0 is the first one, then. Try 0791 first.

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    Sherlock out.

    woah.

    it got better

    and this is why the sherlock fandom could either rule the world or end it….

    Close, but not quite, I think. People will almost always choose a number they can remember. What’s memorable about 0791? Try 0719 - a birthday, 19th of July. That is more likely.

    Those deductions are great and all, but unnecessary.

    The light is green.

    The door is already open.

    And that’s why we have a John Watson.

    This is “top 10 favorite posts” level.

    Omg, it’s actually on my dash! This post is like a fossil!

    Idk if I’ve rebloged this before, but I’ll reblog this legend again

    Smithsonian? I’ve found the quintessential Tumblr and Sherlock fandom post. Yes. I would consider it definitive.

    Ahh it’s back.

    “And that’s why we have a John Watson”, indeed 😂

    Legend of a post. 10/10 recommend reblogging.

    this post is on my dash I feel HONORED

    THE POST OF LEGENDS HAS RESURFACED ON MY DASH

    I’VE ONLY EVER SEEN THIS IN SCREENSHOTS OMG

    On your dash? I dig for gold like this,,, by looking at my mutual pages.

    I’ve only seen this on Pinterest!

    *gasp* THE SACRED TEXTS!

    :O

    THIS IS A LEGENDARY POST I HAVE BEEN GRACED BY IT’S APPEARANCE!!!

    @hellsite-hall-of-fame

    yesssss

    Why did Tumblr stop doing stuff like this, it’s genuinely fascinating, and cute that we include our favorite media in things we do

    Well. Since you asked. I was on tumblr as this post was being built in 2013. The height of superwholock. Which has, since then, been declared peak cringe. So people picked new fandoms to openly love in earnest. Which were also eventually declared cringe. Eventually the youth decided to cut out the middleman, and declared loving anything in earnest to be fully cringe. So it has been a really long time since the day to day users of tumblr have let any fandom create anything nearing the cultural phenomenon that was superwholock. And it is exactly those cultural phenomena that are needed to create posts like this.

    So. What happened? Cringe culture happened.

    Try and imagine what would happen if this post wasn’t the “sacred texts” only ever seen in screen shots and in pinterest. Try and imagine any current pop culture detective media fandom creating this post today. They’d be slaughtered for being cringe by the time (in this case) Sherlock was mentined.

    But because this post is 10 years old and completely broke containment, it’s celebrated when it graces our dashes.

    I blazed a small fandom event announcement.  Because I was genuinely excited to be part of a Big Bang for a wonderful movie.  One of the first responses I got was “Why would you blaze this?”
    Because of genuine excitement.
    Because I wanted to celebrate the friends I’d met in the fandom
    To spread joy to people who might also like the content but hadn’t seen it yet.  
    The fact that that was genuinely not realized made me sad.  I love thing, I celebrate thing.  
    I’m too old for cringe.  Cringe is dead.  Love what you love.  Enjoy the small things in life, it’s too short to do otherwise.

    (via modern-heresy)

    1 month ago
  • damevaako:

    majorsarcasm19:

    draco-do-you-mind-if-i-slytherin:

    #me

    You all realize this is us in about 20 years.

    Not really. Us right now.

    (via rabbitslion)

    1 month ago
  • lunarlegend:

    y'know, one thing i don’t see get talked about much in regards to asexuality is how it feels to never be ‘sexually motivated’ by anything

    and not just when it comes to advertisements using 'sexy’ models to try and sell you stuff, but like. in general

    sex as a favor, sex as a bribe, sex in exchange for whatever

    casual sex, 'friends with benefits’ situations, even simple flirting

    it all looks a whole lot different from the perspective of someone who’s immune to manipulation via sex appeal, who has virtually no understanding as to why sex would motivate someone to cheat on their partner, etc. etc.

    sex is worthless to me

    i mean, it’s useful as a story element in fiction, but it genuinely perplexes me that sex is such a driving force behind so many aspects of irl society & of people’s individual lives, for better or for worse

    and that it’s so deeply ingrained into how the average person views the world & various situations, because the average person feels sexual attraction, whereas i do not

    i think the barrier between aces & allos is actually even deeper than it seems on the surface at times, because it’s more than just the grating expectation that everyone must want to 'settle down’ and have kids, it’s also the fact that the majority of the world is sort of 'in’ on a joke that aces will never truly be a part of

    (via thegothicalice)

    1 month ago
  • hjellacott:

    dreaming-shark:

    imperial-nuisance-rudje:

    findingfeather:

    lemon-badgeress:

    stele3:

    pa-pa-plasma:

    ajarofpickledtears:

    birdsareblooming:

    dacavendishtime:

    birdsareblooming:

    zarabithia:

    utah-mountain-drifter:

    jooshthepunished:

    mr-system-of-a-downer:

    trojanhorse8-2:

    supreme-leader-stoat:

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    bohemiandragoness:

    whencartoonsruletheworld:

    did i tell u guys i got into an argument on twitter bc i said foxes are dogs and someone tried to bring up their actual fuckin. classification or whatever and i just said “foxes are dogs cause they are fluffye” and they kept arguing with me. the entire time i was like “you will not survive the immigration to tumblr you are lucky we are not there right now”

    This is especially funny because they aren’t even right. Foxes *ARE* dogs.

    No they aren’t.

    yes they are. because they are fluffye.

    OK yes they are.

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    Dog

    Dog

    Different family, but same order as @pictures-of-dogs

    No, they are the same family. They are the same kingdom, phylum, order and family. They separate at the genus.

    They’re a dog.

    yeah they’re fluffye

    theyre literally not dogs theyre not even fluffy. can we get science tumblr over hear or what!?

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    checkmate athiests

    fluffye

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    okay but they literally are dogs, for those who are confused

    If foxes are dogs, then so are wolves, coyotes, dingoes, jackals, and several other extant and extinct species.

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    Behold! A dog.

    of course it’s a dog you buffoon. it’s fluffye.

    Why on earth would someone think “BUT IF THEY’RE DOGS SO AR -”

    Like yes of course wolves are dogs, where have you been. Jackals are excellent doggies! So are coyotes. Why is this confusing.

    #‘but if they’re dogs so are [proceeds to list dogs]’

    Foxes are dogs. I think that some people just get confused because foxes are dogs that are running cat software.

    I think it’s like saying birds or fish. Canine is a word valid for a bunch of animals, each with a different individual name. Like you might think sparrows and ostriches have little in common, but both of them are birds, just like wolves, foxes, dogs and more than thirty others are all canines. I wouldn’t really call them dogs, because dog is the name we gave to the domestic dog (and that then got shortened to just dog), so using it to refer to the whole family of canines just because dogs are the most popular of them wouldn’t be, to me, very correct. But hey, don’t we call lions, leopards and tigers, big cats? it’s a bit of the same. It isn’t really accurate to call them dogs (all dogs are canines, but not all canines are dogs), but also is not so inaccurate that one should make a tantrum, specially when we’re joking and being silly in tumblr. It’s just like calling all felines cats. It’s OK.

    I love this hellscape of a site with all my heart

    (via hjellacott)

    4 months ago
  • storybookhawke:

    My dragon? Aged.

    My mass? Affected.

    1 year ago
  • Ellie and Sandie

    apocalypsokane:

    Thinking about Ellie, a girl of today, alone in a cacophonous, classless modernity, longing for the imagined glamour of the past, and finding the zeitgeist of her nostalgia in Sandie. How quickly she’s struck with awe, kinship, and love at first sight for the specter of her, a girl who lived her life sixty years in the past.

    Thinking about Sandie, a girl of yesteryear, walking into the gilded café, brimming with dreams, all beauty and bubblegum babydoll sashays, wearing a confidence and canniness she doesn’t possess, if only to disguise the fact that she is alone. She has Petula Clark’s song memorized, a verse under her tongue and in her heart when Jack swoops in: “And you may find somebody kind to help and understand you. Someone who is just like you and needs a gentle hand to guide them along…”

    Thinking about Ellie, a girl seeing her muse, her idol, her what-might-have-been slowly devoured and destroyed by the trap of her life. The glitz was a lie, the paint flaked off, and all that is underneath are reaching hands and unbuckled belts and the peddling of Sandie’s pretty meat to Jack’s eager buyers.

    Thinking about Sandie, a girl alone, her life wrung out of her as the noose of Jack and his gentleman friends pulls tighter, tighter, tighter. When she tries to escape, to walk away, there is not only no one there to help, but no escaping the man who knows where to find her, knife in hand.

    Thinking about Ellie, a girl as determined to have justice for a kindred spirit, a nonexistent friend, a beloved phantom as any noir hero ever was to track down the villain who dared to kill the enigmatic damsel he gave his heart to. She is attacked on all sides by spirits of the psyche and the past, dragging and giving chase and grasping as she hunts for answers, for help, for Sandie.

    Thinking about Alexandra, an old woman who had to murder the girl she was in that haunted room, just as surely as she murdered Jack with his own knife, killed all his rutting clients as they slunk back to the room they all knew how to find, burying their deaths and the rest of her long, miserable life inside the boards of the house. An old woman so stripped of hope and trust that she could not recognize her belated champion when they finally revealed themselves to each other, seeing only another threat that needed to disappear, and her little male visitor too.

    Thinking about Ellie, a girl recognizing the dead men’s plea for revenge on their behalf, as if they were equals, victims and victim-to-be, kill her, Ellie, kill her for us, you see what she’s like. Ellie, trapped on the bed that should have been Sandie’s but was always theirs, the stage of their nightly visitations and violations, looking them all in their smeared faces and telling them: “No.”

    Thinking about Sandie, the girl resurrected from the burial ground of the crone, seeing herself for what she’s become, seeing Ellie for what she always was as the flames rise and the clock ticks down. Here is her friend she never made, her love she never met, her ally, her equal, come so, so late, far too late, but oh, she’s here, she’s here, about to die because Alexandra was so quick to lash out like the monster that her stolen youth made of her.

    Thinking about Ellie, a girl still seeing only Sandie through the crust of age and decades, the girl on the staircase, the girl destined for great things, there, right there, stopped from slitting her own throat rather than go into another prison, solid and real and present in her sensitive eyes. Come on, Sandie, come on, it’ll be alright somehow, please, Sandie, please.

    Thinking about Sandie, a girl who is an old woman who has lived too much to believe her chance at a happy ending is possible, if it ever was. But it is possible for Ellie, who is young, Ellie, who is good, Ellie, who is destined for great things, Ellie, who must let her go, Ellie, who must take her young man and live, Ellie, Ellie, you have to let me go.

    Thinking about Ellie, who dreamt of the past and fell in love with what had been and gone.

    Thinking about Sandie, who dreamt of the future and fell in love with what could be.

    1 year ago
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