Chemistry more like cheMYSTERY because i have no idea what’s going on
#OH SNAP IT’S ON #SAMUEL’S ALL COMING IN HERE TRYING TO MAKE BOBBY FEEL LIKE HE’S NOT THEIR ‘REAL’ PARENT #AND BOBBY AIN’T HAVING NONE OF THAT SHIT #UH UH #BITCH I HAVE RAISED THOSE KIDS #AND LOVED THE FUCK OUT OF THOSE LITTLE SHITS #AND YOU COME INTO MY CRIB #AND TRY TO TELL ME I’M PRETENDING TO BE THEIR FATHER #SOMEBODY HOLD MY BEARD #BOBBY SINGER #FUCKING AWESOME
SOMEBODY HOLD MY BEARD
I don’t care if you’ve ever seen the show before or not but you need to watch this clip.
This is the best screw up ever.
this kills the wayne
You guys need to watch the running gag Meow, it makes it funnier that Colin says it because it’s been the punchline throughout the rest of that episode.
I genuinely resent how ‘respecting parents’ often translates into allowing yourself to be an emotional (or even physical) punching bag, doormat or vessel for them to relentlessly project their idealized image of the perfect child, which often proves detrimental and inhibiting. Fuck that shit.
so mary wanted to escape her past and she tried to have a normal life and she married john and lied about her past to him and for a while they were happy together until mary’s past caught up to her
am i talking about sherlock or supernatural
Extra hints! Mary’s blonde and knows how to fight!
Alright final clue! John was in the army!
Well then Sherlock, because John Winchester was in the Marines.
The thing about this is that sculptures like these in art history were for the male gaze. Photoshop a phone to it and suddenly she’s seen as vain and conceited. That’s why I’m 100% for selfie culture because apparently men can gawk at women but when we realize how beautiful we are we’re suddenly full of ourselves…
Girls don’t let anyone tell you loving yourself is vanity.
“You painted a naked woman because you enjoyed looking at her, put a mirror in her hand and you called the painting “Vanity,” thus morally condemning the woman whose nakedness you had depicted for you own pleasure.” ― John Berger, Ways of Seeing