what time do you need me? i am unavailable whenever that time is
John Barrowman is the only one on the train.
John Barrowman is a twelve year old.
always reblog 12 yr old Barrowman
and i am dead
here’s your daily reminder that
- you aren’t worthless
- you’re worth more than you think you are
- you mean a lot to someone
- you’ve done something to make someone laugh or smile
- you’ve laughed and smiled
- you’re good enough
- you deserve to be happy
- you’re allowed to be sad
- you’re you and nothing can change that
- and there’s no one else you need to be
Ever accidentally throw something away and then later realize you actually needed it? Haha i did this with my life
so is this was spn writers say before a season or
Moffat’s speech at BBC
Daniel Radcliffe’s as Igor in Frankenstein
so basically what harry would have looked like if lily had married snape
So i was looking at the 72 kings of hell with my brother and i found something
This is Stolas he is a prince of hell
And this is a Furby
stolas just has longer legs
OMFG IT ALL MAKES SENSE NOW JFC I’M DEAD
It’s amazing how they choose to incarnate.
please graph your answer
Graphing is where I draw the line.
did you just
lol i suck at art
wow welcome to the club idek what i was thinking
just an in-class doodle
lol I don’t even know what I was trying to do here, I’ll delete it later
wow you guys suck
this is the fucking definition of artists on tumblr oh my god the most fucking accurate representation im so pissed right now but so happy at the same time someone help
This is my son, Chester, who is nearly 4. He was invited to his friend Chloe’s birthday party today, the theme was prince and princesses. He asked if he could go as Sleeping Beauty, so I bought him a dress and put a cute little clip in his hair.
We arrived at the party to the following comments from the adults present:
“Oh that is just cruel.”
"Why did you make him wear a dress?"
"Poor little man, what’s your mummy playing at?"
"He’s going to hate you when he grows up."
"No way I’d let my son dress like a girl."
The fact is, Chester is almost completely gender neutral. I let him wear what he wants, be it boys or girls clothes, and he plays with whatever toys he likes. This usually involves him holding tea parties while wearing his pink Minnie Mouse top, jeans and a tiara. The guests are more often than not a mixture of Winnie The Pooh characters, dinosaurs, Barbie, Dora and solders, and they’re usually transported in his favorite fire engine.
When my husband arrived at the party later on, he was subjected to endless ridicule from the other dad’s present about how I must keep his balls in my back pocket because otherwise he would have put his foot down and not allowed Chester out like that. Oh, and by the way, our other son dressed as Ariel. When my husband pointed out that the boys were happy, and the mother of the birthday child made a point of saying how wonderful she thought it was that we allowed them freedom of choice and expression, they then stopped talking about it to our faces and started muttering about us behind our backs.
Interestingly enough, not a single child said a word about their choice of costumes, other than to compliment Chester on his new dress.
*parent voice* what’s so interesting on that computer of yours?
is that a reaction or an exampleTis both son
that fucking eyebrow came out of no where
omfg it really did