Real BABY Benedict!!! Be still my heart….
Photo from Mirrorpix. Caption:
Mum and dad Wanda Ventham, well know actress of television, and her husband Tim Carlton an actor, show off their newborn baby son. Benedict (Cumberbatch), Ben for short, was born at the Queen Charlotte’s Hospital in West London, weighing nine pounds and 2 ounces.
omg he has his mother’s exact smile! :3
Omfg so if Mary had baby Jesus, and baby Jesus was the Lamb of God…
did Mary have a little lamb?
you broke the world
It’s Fleece was white as snow….
Woman takes a photo of herself every day for a year, chronicling the affects of an abusive relationship.
This is fucking heartbreaking. You can see the happiness and hope slip from her eyes with every shot.
tw domestic abuse
this is heartbreaking tbh
Don’t stop reblogging. Women are better than this to stay with men who do this. Stay strong. Know your worth.
the last one holy shit
wow. i can’t believe she took the beating.. i would never, in a million years, hit my girlfriend.
on that piece of paper it says: Help me, I don’t know if I’ll be alive in the morning. Just heartbreaking, I cried.
why can’t a t-rex clap? because it’s dead
How do you make a plumber sad? Kill his Family.
A horse walks into a bar and the bartender asks “why the long face?”
The horse replies “my wife has terminal cancer”
what’s worse than biting into an apple with a worm in it?
Why did the boy drop his ice cream?
He got hit by a truck.
Is it bad that I’m actually dying reading this?
hey if ur ever feelin shitty use this
Holy shit I’m trying not to cry.
I AM CRYING.
Omg, this is actually really awesome!
Reblogging because this is awesome. Stop shopping, start making these!!
reasons why jim beaver is a+
Because women are weak and completely helpless right? fuck this post yo
Sorry this is about a man realizing that we live in a rape culture and instead of whining that us stoppid wimins just need to protect ourselves or not be so scared or whatever he’s changing HIS behavior to be less threatening and less intimidating.
Reblogging for the commentary.
I know I’m not Tumblr famous and I don’t know how many people are going to actually see this but for those that will see this, I just want them to know that this sort of thing happens all the time at my old school, and I’m getting sick of it. They tried to contact that media and it doesn’t seem to be working. I just want people to know that we need this to stop. If we could do something to help this situation, I don’t know what but something, it would help a lot. Nobody deserves this.
Joseph C. Keenan is the principal of the school. I don’t know how long ago this thing happened, but I think we should start sending in polite but stern complaints. We need to let these dicks know that this isn’t going to stay quiet, because this isn’t right. Even if you don’t believe in gay marriage, this is just fucking disgusting and we can’t let these people get away with this.
This is the Head Coaches Home page.
I didn’t see any contact information, but there is a name. Start sending emails if you have time or if you care to.
I’m just gonna pop in here and abuse the mighty force of my lovely followers.
Oh so not only does this asshole think its ok to beat up women, but he thinks its ok to do it because she was gay?
My fucking blood is boiling.
If it was my sister I’d break him in half.
Signal boost the FUCK out of this
THIS IS SICK.
What the fuck
Wow, what the fuck. Signal boost.
In my experience, highschool football players are already pretty much immune to everything short of outright murder. Between smalltown “pride” and highschools giving them free rides they can do pretty much whatever they want. It’s fucking shameful.
About three things I was absolutely positive. First, I had a pokemon. Second, there was a part of me - and I didn’t know how dominant that part might be - that wanted to be the very best, like no one ever was. Third, Gary Oak was unconditionally and irrevocably a douchenozzle.
Reblogging for the comment
How old are you?
How long have you been ten?
HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN TEN
Misty looked at Ash, his breathing still heavy from carrying her on his bike as fast as he could through the long grass outside of Pallet Town.
“You’re eyes are impossibly huge and black,” Misty said. “Your hair is… incredibly pointy, and doesn’t need product. Your face changes size and shape based on your feelings… and sometimes you speak like - like you’re from the 90’s. You never spend money on anything; you don’t go to the bathroom.”
The silence hung there, thick and heavy like a Snorlax blocking the bike path.
“How old are you?” Misty asked, not sure if she wanted to know.
“Ten,” Ash replied, with a slight smirk and an almost amused tone.
Misty new that wasn’t true. Ash wasn’t like the other boys her age. He wasn’t even like her older sisters who ran the gym in Cerulean City. He was wiser and his passion was genuine.
Ash didn’t just want to catch them all, he needed to. He was going to be the best there ever was no matter how long it took, which gave Misty this nagging in the back of her mind. She had to know for sure.
“How long have you been ten?” she asked. Her voice weak, knowing full well the answer could change everything she thought she knew.
“A while…” Ash said. His voice trailing off, as if he were losing himself in a flood of memories.
Misty let out a faint gasp. She knew now. She was certain.
“I know what you are,” she declared, as if whatever had been holding her back from accepting the truth, finally let go of her hand and let her fall right down the Diglett hole.
Ash eyes were alive now, flickering like the flame on a Charmander’s tale.
He stared right into her and said, ”Say it… out loud. Say it.”
Misty’s heart was pounding louder than the thud of a Marowak’s bone club attack.
Despite the now eerily silent meadow, she could barely be heard as she whispered, “Pokemon Trainer.”