The Random Thoughts of a Kitten! :)

magicalnaturetour:

Black Footed Cat (Kitten) by Asten on Flickr.

I’m constantly torn between the ‘be kind to everyone’ and the ‘fuck everyone you owe them nothing’ mentalities 

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aiwa-sensei:

bulecelup:

Sherlock & De-aged!John (Kid!John)

OH GOD WHY?! 

the saddest part is this is probably what would really happen

John smiled down at his drawing, setting down his paint brush. After 30 minutes of hard work he had managed to paint a hedgehog and an otter, or him and Sherlock with the paints Mrs. Hudson gave him. The otter and hedgehog were holding hands on a happy summer day, and John couldn’t wait to show Sherlock how well his painting turned out.

He hopped down from his chair, careful to not trip. He carefully picked up his painting and ran over to Sherlock who was working on another experiment, one that would bring John back to normal. “Look! Look! Sherlock, I made you something! It’s the otter and the hedgehog!” John yelled excitedly, holding up his painting for the detective to see. Sherlock rolled his eyes.

“Do you like it?!” John asked, his eyes bright, but the brightness left at Sherlocks unimpressed ‘oh.’

“It doesn’t even look like an animal.” Sherlock spat, glaring down at the blonde child. “More like a rubbish scribble.” John’s smiled dropped, and he stared up at Sherlock, looking hurt and lost. Sherlock was unfazed as he continued “Do something useful, John. Your childhood is boring.”

John felt tears well up in his eyes and soon they were spilling over his cheeks. He looked down at his painting and said “But it’s you and me…” He hiccuped, lifting his hand and wiping the tears from his face only for more to fall. He gripped the painting in both hands and he ripped it right down the middle. Then again and again until the painting laid in scattered pieces on the floor. 

When John ran up the stairs to his room, he heard Sherlock shout “Stop being so dramatic!” and his chest tightened as he laid down in his bed and cried. Nothing he did was ever good enough for Sherlock.

FREAKING FLYING FUCK NOW WITH FANFIC I CAN’T DEAL WITH THIS ANYMORE

FUCK YOU AND YOUR FAN FICTIONS I NEED TO SOB MY EYES OUT CAN WE FUCKING NOT

John woke up the next morning, his eyes feeling dry and itchy from crying. Sitting up in his bed, he felt an ache in the center of his chest that hadn’t left since he’d shown Sherlock his picture yesterday.

He really didn’t want to go downstairs.

His mind replayed the scene again against his will, playing over and over like a broken recording how Sherlock had sneered at his hard work. How it lay torn and ruined on the cold linoleum.

Before his eyes began to fill again with more tears, his stomach gave a deep, long growl. John clutched at his middle through the jumper he’d fallen asleep in yesterday having run off to his room before he’d had his supper the night before.

And as much as he didn’t want to leave his room, he really was hungry…

John sniffed slightly, wiping his nose on the back of his sleeve before inching off his bed and shuffling over to the door.

He only hoped Sherlock hadn’t woken up yet.

His hopes were in vain when he heard the tinkling of glassware coming from the kitchen, as well as the sound of the kettle boiling away. John swallowed slightly before mustering his resolve and trodding downstairs and into the kitchen, his head held low to avoid meeting Sherlock’s gaze.

“You should change your clothes before you fall asleep, John,” was all Sherlock had to offer.

John didn’t have it in him to respond. He glanced at Sherlock for a moment, but his attention was still on his microscope. John turned his head away, deciding he might not be that hungry after all when it caught his attention.

In two pieces, John’s torn picture hung haphazardly on the fridge, stuck there with magnets in a way that matched the frayed edges together.

He sucked in a shaky breath and looked from the picture to Sherlock and back again. There was another ache in his chest, but this one felt much tighter than the other, and a lot less empty.

A watery smile broke out onto John’s face before he ran over to Sherlock and gave him a quick, tight hug around the middle before running off.

Sherlock looked on after him, hearing the padding of feet on the stairs and the click of a shut door. He turned to look at the damaged picture on the refrigerator, a small smile ghosting across his face before he settled in to complete his experiment.

WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT TO GIVE ME THESE FEELS?

the-cunning-fire:

This is just so pleasing to watch. 

supernatural-loves-of-my-life:

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Wi-Fighting

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Winternet is coming

pretty sure i’ve rebageled this 20 times already but it’s just so good

Did you just say rebagled?

this is actually one of my favorite things 

rebagled

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out-dividual:

earl-grey-girl:

HEY LOOK A GIVEAWAY

So yeah, I’ve seen a lot of people who don’t have 3DSes that really want one after E3, so here’s another chance to get one!

If you win, you’ll get a brand new 3DS in whatever color you want, plus a copy of Animal Crossing: New Leaf~ (or whatever game you’d like if you’re not a fan)

• Reblog as many times as you’d like 
• Likes count!
• And you don’t have to follow unless you want to 
• No giveaway blogs please
• Shipping will be covered, you don’t have to worry about that
• Ends June 17th!

i would cry

songofthestarwhale:

#how awkward would this moment have been if he didn’t show up

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out-dividual:

earl-grey-girl:

HEY LOOK A GIVEAWAY

So yeah, I’ve seen a lot of people who don’t have 3DSes that really want one after E3, so here’s another chance to get one!

If you win, you’ll get a brand new 3DS in whatever color you want, plus a copy of Animal Crossing: New Leaf~ (or whatever game you’d like if you’re not a fan)

• Reblog as many times as you’d like 
• Likes count!
• And you don’t have to follow unless you want to 
• No giveaway blogs please
• Shipping will be covered, you don’t have to worry about that
• Ends June 17th!

i would cry

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There is literally nothing better than a sexy, badass lady.

CHING MOTHERFUCKING SHIH

This lady was such a badass, I can’t count the ways, but let’s try.

She got married to an already successful pirate, Zheng Yi, and took over when he died. She was crazy strict to keep an iron fist over her fleet of pirates, and the punishments for stepping out of line were brutal. If you stole or looted from a town that provided assistance or tribute to the pirate fleet, Ching would chop your fucking head off with a battle axe and dump your lifeless body in the ocean.  If you stole from the pirate treasury, or she thought you were stealing from the pirate treasury, Ching would chop your fucking head off dump your lifeless body in the ocean.  Raping any captured female prisoners was punishable by immediate death.  Fuck, if you had consensual sex while on duty you got your head chopped off and the woman was chucked off the boat no matter where they were at.  Ching wasn’t fucking around, and she wanted to make damn sure you weren’t fucking around when you should have been working.

Two years after she took over, she got so notorious for ransacking towns and taking taxes on them that she pissed off the entire Chinese government, and sent out a massive fleet to bring her in line. Most pirates probably would’ve said this was out of their pay grade and taken off to hide out or ransack some other country.

Ching Shih said fuck that.

She not only faced them head on, she wiped the floor with them, killing hundreds and capturing sixty-something ships from the Imperial Fleet. Prisoners were given the choice of joining up or being executed on the spot. The Admiral of the Chinese navy, Kwo Lang, was so afraid of being captured by her or going back to admit he’d been beaten by her that he committed suicide.

For the next two years, Ching Shih not only kept on pirating, she fought off Chinese forces as well as Dutch and British warships that the navy called in to help. Finally the government gave up and offered her amnesty as well as amnesty for her then SEVENTEEN THOUSAND crewman. Ching Shih got to keep all her plunder, so she retired to the countryside where she opened up a brothel and lived until she was 69.

tldr: I’ve come to terms with the reality that I’ll never be as terrifyingly badass as this woman was.

i will be as badass as she

You know, I heard of her, but I’d either forgotten or never heard that she grew old and retired having never been brought down or defeated ever.

She won being a pirate.

She got history’s high score.

theguardianjackfrost:

let-them-eat-allthecake:

kanrose:

If you can pronounce correctly every word in this poem, you will be speaking English better than 90% of the native English speakers in the world.

After trying the verses, a Frenchman said he’d prefer six months of hard labour to reading six lines aloud.

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I think this is my new favourite poem ever.

i can read this just fine, considering i english is my only language

but fuck i see what people complain about goddamn .__.

sourwolf:

it’s ironic that tumblr loves a film about how exciting and amazing it is to be outside

#well she didn’t have wifi so outside was the next best thing

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