#i wonder how long it took until doctor excused himself and checked out what had happened below the belt #”excuse me rose” #”i need to check something in the kitchen” #”i’ll be right back” #and the next thing rose heard was a distant cry of joy from the kitchen (via ohmytardis)
The best road rage I’ve ever seen was this girl screaming out of her car window “I hope you don’t fuck like you drive!” I still think about that sometimes
“Julian Fellowes” and the “cast of Downton Abbey” present a staged version of Series 4, Episode 1 at New York’s prestigious 54 Below.
The reviews for Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein kind of remind me of the reception Elementary and Lucy Liu have had by many a PSF
Here, try telling me this doesn’t sound familiar to you:
The writer of it is, we understand, a female; this is an aggravation of that which is the prevailing fault of the novel; but if our authoress can forget the gentleness of her sex, it is no reason why we should; and we shall therefore dismiss the novel without further comment.
#let me tell you how many feels I get from this picture #look at them #look at their relationship #They obviously have feelings for one another #and it’s clearly hatred#Tony mocks him by putting that hand on the shoulder and making a smug face#and Steve looks at him waiting to deck him into the middle of last week #THE FEELS #THE #FEELS #OMG #PUNCH HIM STEVE #PUNCH HIM #STEVE#STEEEEVE #PUNCH THE FUCK OUT OF HIM #:)
My admittedly childish (and badly edited) response to that Tom Preston comic. Y’all know the one.
(For you Sherlockians who also like Elementary and are chilling in our tags, this isn’t aimed at you. Y’all are awesome. This is just me being a goofball and sharing the punching love.)