rwbies who have broken bones:
- Ren (thumb, age 11, Nora slammed his hand in a door by accident and cried 10x harder than he did)
- Pyrrha (wrist, age 14, in a tournament)
- Yang (leg, age 8, jumped off the roof)
- Ruby (leg, age 6, jumped off after her)
I am convinced that Jean has broken like every bone because he’s clumsy as fuck and also I feel like he would do stupid shit trying to be normal or nice. But I also feel like he would shrug it off after like a day.
- The constant fear of bleeding through clothes
- The constant cramps
- Having to change pads/tampons every 2-4 hours
- Having to deal with mood swings
- Having to deal with boys going ‘Oh someones on their period’
- When you stand up its like a waterfall from your vagina
- Craving food to calm you down
- The constant fear that you smell of blood even though you dont
- Feeling over emotional
- FUCKEN CRAMPS
YOU MEAN I DON’T ACTUALLY SMELL LIKE BLOOD?!
GUYS REALLY CANNOT TELL WHEN YOU’RE ON YOUR PERIOD
UNLESS YOU’RE BLEEDING THROUGH YOUR PANTS
WHICH YOU NEVER ARE
AND EVEN THEN
WE REALLY DON’T NOTICE
HAHAHA HOLY SHIT WE WERE LOOKING AT PICTURES OF SURGERIES IN CLASS AND ALL THE GUYS WERE HOOTING AT THE SLICED BREAST ONES AND THEN THE TEACHER SWITCHED TO A PENIS PIC WHERE IT WAS CUT OPEN AND SOME 300LB JOCK DOUCHEBAG FAINTED RIGHT OUT OF HIS CHAIR BOYS ARE WEAK BOYS ARE FUCKING WEAK
you mean to tell me
that there was a god damn CUT OPEN BOOB
AND BOYS WERE STILL SEXUALISING IT
FUCKING MOTHERFUCKING FUCK DOES NO ONE SEE HOW FUCKED UP THIS IS
I don’t think it says that they were sexualizing it, just laughing
You see this motherfucker? This is the fucking Audi A9 Concept vehicle.
It is the most beastly bastard to light up my Tumblr page.
The thing has engines in it’s wheels.
IN THE FUCKING WHEELS.
See that futuristic design? Makes Acura designs look so 2010.
Oh? Where’s the windshield? It’s fully integrated into the roof using nano technology.
That means the bastard repairs itself.
Oh and that badass window and windshields?
It can change from solid like that to clear when you drive.
White isn’t a very sporty color? NO WORRIES. This beast can change it’s fucking color to whatever you goddamn want.
THIS SHIT SHOULD GET IN MY GARAGE.
why don’t they hire tumblr bloggers to do the commercials i will never know
I hate driving but hot damn I would live in that car
RWBY’s Red Like Roses in Minecraft Noteblocks
Why doesn’t this have more views? This is amazing.
This is my favorite comic ever.
If anyone doesn’t know, that’s a joke site. you should visit the url, it’s funny and not a shock thing, I promise.
Honestly, I don’t have a preferred size. I’ve seen girls with double Gs, and girls with As (mostly from truth or dare and such) and they’re equally beautiful, honestly I just really really really love boobs. If you have boobs, and they are not actively trying to hurt me, I like them. If they ARE actively trying to hurt me, I wanna do science on them.
And John remains blissfully unaware that The Doctor visited Sherlock years ago and gave him the skull. It was a skull he’d discovered in a ruined church, a thousand years in the future. He couldn’t re-bury it in the grave it came from, because that was completely destroyed, so he took it and gave it to a young Sherlock.
‘This will keep you company until you meet him,’ the Doctor said with a smile.
Sherlock took the skull and immediately began examining it. ‘Who is it? Or rather, who was it?’
‘It’s all that’s left of an old man who lived a good life and became the most important person in yours’.
The Doctor never gave him the name he so desperately wanted, but as soon as he met John Watson on that fateful day in St. Bart’s, Sherlock knew.
After John ran off to see to Mrs. Hudson, before Molly walked through the lab on her way home, the familiar sound of the TARDIS landing interrupted Sherlock’s frantic puzzling. As the Doctor stepped out into St. Bart’s Hospital, his grave expression caused Sherlock’s rising plea for help to die in his throat.
“I’m so, so sorry,” said the Doctor.
“You could not-?”
“No. This, what’s about to happen, it’s a fixed point in time. You have to die.”
“So then why are you here?” scoffed Sherlock. “Come to grant a condemned man’s last… Oh.”
“Yes,” replied the Doctor calmly. “Anywhere in space and time. Is there anything you want to see?”
Sherlock considered. “I’d like to see John again,” he said at last. “Please, Doctor?”
The Doctor didn’t appear surprised by this request. “Of course,” he answered. “But you must understand, you can’t talk to him. He can’t see you.”
“Yes,” Sherlock appeared resigned. “I know.”
Sherlock stepped out of the TARDIS into a familiar graveyard. The Doctor joined him, and indicated the corner of the crypt they were standing next to. “Make sure you stay out of sight,” was all he said.
Sherlock cautiously peered around the corner, and spotted John and Mrs. Hudson, a little ways off, standing in front of a fresh grave. His grave, he realized. Almost as soon as he saw them, Mrs. Hudson started walking away towards a waiting car, leaving John looking lost by the grave. John started talking, and Sherlock realized that he was close enough to listen.
He’d never imagined John cared this much. He wanted so badly to run to him, grab him, cry “It’s okay, John, I’m not dead, I’m here!” but he couldn’t. As the broken soldier strode away, Sherlock found he couldn’t even bring himself to cry.
He returned to where the Doctor waited, pity filling his eyes. “Thank you, Doctor,” Sherlock said, voice even as ever. “I’m ready to return now.”
In his heart, Sherlock resolved to talk to John again before he died, to say whatever he must to prevent what he’d just seen. He would convince John that Sherlock Holmes, Consulting Detective had been no more than a con and that John, like the rest, had been played.
Surely then John could be happy without him.
DO NOT WANT
DO NOT WANT
*melts into a pool of tears*
I DIDN’T ASK FOR THIS
FECK EVERYtHING FEKC YOU
You are so brave and quiet I forget you are suffering.