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Rizzoli and Isles

shortyazk:

So, normally I really look forward to new episodes of Rizzoli and Isles and it’s one of only a few shows that I would normally watch weekly instead of saving them up and getting round to watching because normally, I can’t wait!

I haven’t…

And I’m not stating that you’re not to mention your opinion! Let’s agree to disagree!! Have a nice day!! :)

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I’m filing all the negativity I get in the box with all the fucks that I don’t give!

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Rizzoli and Isles

shortyazk:

So, normally I really look forward to new episodes of Rizzoli and Isles and it’s one of only a few shows that I would normally watch weekly instead of saving them up and getting round to watching because normally, I can’t wait!

I haven’t watched the last 3 episodes of season 5…

Sorry, I’ve seen 3 episodes of the new series, I miscounted!!

I’m not giving up on the show at all, I was just stating MY opinion on MY tumblr! I’m sorry if you disagree with me but from what I’ve watched and read spoilers online I’ve formed my opinion, I haven’t just decided to rant because I thought it would be a fun way to pass the time!!

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Rizzoli and Isles

So, normally I really look forward to new episodes of Rizzoli and Isles and it’s one of only a few shows that I would normally watch weekly instead of saving them up and getting round to watching because normally, I can’t wait!

I haven’t watched the last 3 episodes of season 5 yet!! And I’m not feeling that must watch now buzz that I used to! I loved the show for the close friendship and fun between Jane and Maura, but that doesn’t seem to be happening this season, it’s Janes story and Maura seems like even though her name is in the show title she’s become a secondary character, which I think is insulting to the awesomeness of the character and to Sasha who is a major part of the shows appeal!
As far as the show’s concerned it seems like it’s all about Angie Harmon….oops sorry, did I say Angie, I of course meant Jane…maybe!

There’s no fun bts photos of Angie and Sasha having fun together on set like there used to be either, like they’re keeping apart both on screen and off!

I don’t know, while the episodes I have seen so far haven’t been bad (I actually like Jan Nash and the writers for the most part) it just seems that a big part of the shows appeal is missing!!

Going to stop ranting now!

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weasleyrocksyoursocks:

seong:

I AM FUCKING SCREAMING BECAUSE THIS IS SERIOUSLY THE BEST THING EVER
SWEET JESUS

You have your mother’s cheek bones

godDAMMIT NOW WE’RE SHIPPING CUTLERY
TUMBLR YOU NEED TO S T O P

I hope this post comes back to me when it has a short story attached. 

The Utensils were a happy family, just like any other. Fork was a loving, caring father, who worked at a bank, and Spoon was his beautiful wife, who owned a small business that allowed her to spend a lot of time with their son, Spork. Every day, when Fork came home from work, he gently clinked against the rim of Spoon’s face and asked how her day had been. She would go on and on about how her Aunt Bowl was letting anyone fill her up these days, and telling him he would never guess who they got a phone call from today (it was his brother, Knife), and he would just lean back against the china cabinet, staring at his wife’s beautiful reflective surface, and know everything was right in the world. 
One day, however, everything was suddenly not right in the world at all.
Fork woke up in the silverware drawer and instantly knew something was wrong. He looked over to where Spoon normally slept, confused when he saw nothing but empty space. Or, at least, he thought it was empty. It took him a minute to see the small note left there. Oh no. God, no, he thought.
He picked up the note with shaking prongs, and read amid tears:
“Fork,
     I’m sorry to leave you like this, but I just couldn’t face seeing you. It’s too painful. I’m not strong enough to tell you this to your face, and I know that makes me a coward. I know that makes me a horrible utensil. But I can’t do this anymore.
     Do you remember Cow’s party the other night? The night she was so drunk she swore she jumped over the moon? Well, I met someone that night. His name is Dish. And we’re running away together.
     Please, don’t try and find us. Dish makes me happy. He doesn’t spend all day staring at me, looking at himself in my reflection. 
Goodbye, Fork.
-Spoon”
Fork collapsed to the ground, wishing he could tell Spoon that the reason he loved staring at her reflective surface so much, was because of the way her surface magnified everything around her, making it seem so much greater and more beautiful than people could see themselves as normally. Her personality did the same thing. It’s what he loved most about her. And what he would miss most of all.

I CAN’T EVEN WITH THIS FUCKING SITE.


bra..fucking..vo

sweet jesus i’m crying over cutlery

things like this make me happy i have a tumblr

i’M CRYING… BECAUSE CUTLERY. 
This website is going to be the death of me.

harryis-acupcake:

niick4:

danger-mouz:

calirosegold:

patronustrip:

tootsienoodles:

freackthehopeful:

skylarghost:

weasleyrocksyoursocks:

seong:

I AM FUCKING SCREAMING BECAUSE THIS IS SERIOUSLY THE BEST THING EVER

SWEET JESUS

You have your mother’s cheek bones

godDAMMIT NOW WE’RE SHIPPING CUTLERY

TUMBLR YOU NEED TO S T O P

I hope this post comes back to me when it has a short story attached. 

The Utensils were a happy family, just like any other. Fork was a loving, caring father, who worked at a bank, and Spoon was his beautiful wife, who owned a small business that allowed her to spend a lot of time with their son, Spork. Every day, when Fork came home from work, he gently clinked against the rim of Spoon’s face and asked how her day had been. She would go on and on about how her Aunt Bowl was letting anyone fill her up these days, and telling him he would never guess who they got a phone call from today (it was his brother, Knife), and he would just lean back against the china cabinet, staring at his wife’s beautiful reflective surface, and know everything was right in the world. 

One day, however, everything was suddenly not right in the world at all.

Fork woke up in the silverware drawer and instantly knew something was wrong. He looked over to where Spoon normally slept, confused when he saw nothing but empty space. Or, at least, he thought it was empty. It took him a minute to see the small note left there. Oh no. God, no, he thought.

He picked up the note with shaking prongs, and read amid tears:

“Fork,

     I’m sorry to leave you like this, but I just couldn’t face seeing you. It’s too painful. I’m not strong enough to tell you this to your face, and I know that makes me a coward. I know that makes me a horrible utensil. But I can’t do this anymore.

     Do you remember Cow’s party the other night? The night she was so drunk she swore she jumped over the moon? Well, I met someone that night. His name is Dish. And we’re running away together.

     Please, don’t try and find us. Dish makes me happy. He doesn’t spend all day staring at me, looking at himself in my reflection. 

Goodbye, Fork.

-Spoon”


Fork collapsed to the ground, wishing he could tell Spoon that the reason he loved staring at her reflective surface so much, was because of the way her surface magnified everything around her, making it seem so much greater and more beautiful than people could see themselves as normally. Her personality did the same thing. It’s what he loved most about her. And what he would miss most of all.

I CAN’T EVEN WITH THIS FUCKING SITE.

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bra..fucking..vo

sweet jesus i’m crying over cutlery

things like this make me happy i have a tumblr

i’M CRYING… BECAUSE CUTLERY. 

This website is going to be the death of me.

(Source: soy-un-vampido, via admhawthorne)