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I wish I’d gone travelling. My dad was like, ‘Get a job!’ I was like ‘Can’t I have a year off to find myself?’ ‘Yeah, find yourself at work.’
— Grimmy (via blamefincham)

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blamefincham:

grimmysclique:

ian and andrew chaloner

[showbot voice] andrew could get it

blamefincham:

grimmysclique:

ian and andrew chaloner


[showbot voice] andrew could get it


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grimmysclique:

ladshaw:

listen. watch. share.: ladshaw: grimmysclique: you know one thing I really love about this…

ladshaw:

grimmysclique:

you know one thing I really love about this little clique we have??

“tumblr rules” don’t apply….

  1. our blogs aren’t perfect
  2. we comment all over each others posts
  3. we post whatever the fuck we want
  4. we dont unfollow each other if we are unactive for a few…

i kno idk why i love u so much we should be at war with fellow shippers but yet here we are picking daisies in the middle of the battlefield

seriously though. we are such a great example to the violent shippers. such hippies we are with our daisies and your flower crown <3


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vardaesque:

saevuswinds:

vardaesque:

you don’t understand i would sell my firstborn to know how this story started

Well it all started when Mrs. Hayfer wanted me to babysit her dumb house. When I got the keys, I sat them on top of this pie that I found on the counter. I knew it was going to be given to the family for desert if I didn’t eat it soon, so I was going to plan to eat it in my teacher’s house and dump all the crumbs on her bed. So it’s a win-win, right? Besides, she wouldn’t find out about the crumbs until after I was paid, and this teacher hates me anyway. Then, I got distracted when this hot cheerleader calls me, asking about what movie I’d recommend, but before I could answer, I realize that my mom would be there any second to serve dinner, and there was no way I was sharing that pie. So I bust out of there with the pie and the keys, and the moment I get in the house, I start chowing down on the pie with my bare hands, trying to eat this thing before anyone knows I took it, right? Well, since the pie crust was dry, I chugged a 2-liter bottle of soda whenever my throat would get dry and eventually, I really needed “to go.” Only when I went to flush, the water wouldn’t stop flowing and there was no plunger to be found. Usually I’d just shrug and say it was Josh’s fault or something, but let’s get real here, Mrs. Hayfer would’ve blamed me about her toilet overflowing if I was 30 states away. So I jammed my foot in there, hoping it’d make the toilet stop flushing. Then my phone rings, and I knew it was my mom, asking where her pie went, and because Meghan decided it’d be a great idea to make my ring tone a bunch of cats meowing, Mrs. Hayfer’s dog, Tiberius starts freaking out, bashing into the door over and over again. Now anyone who knows this dog knows that this dog will happily eat anything, and that includes the pie, and probably myself.  So my foot’s totally stuck in there right, I’m freaking out and I still got half a pie left. 

BLESS YOU

vardaesque:

saevuswinds:

vardaesque:

you don’t understand i would sell my firstborn to know how this story started

Well it all started when Mrs. Hayfer wanted me to babysit her dumb house. When I got the keys, I sat them on top of this pie that I found on the counter. I knew it was going to be given to the family for desert if I didn’t eat it soon, so I was going to plan to eat it in my teacher’s house and dump all the crumbs on her bed. So it’s a win-win, right? Besides, she wouldn’t find out about the crumbs until after I was paid, and this teacher hates me anyway. Then, I got distracted when this hot cheerleader calls me, asking about what movie I’d recommend, but before I could answer, I realize that my mom would be there any second to serve dinner, and there was no way I was sharing that pie. So I bust out of there with the pie and the keys, and the moment I get in the house, I start chowing down on the pie with my bare hands, trying to eat this thing before anyone knows I took it, right? Well, since the pie crust was dry, I chugged a 2-liter bottle of soda whenever my throat would get dry and eventually, I really needed “to go.” Only when I went to flush, the water wouldn’t stop flowing and there was no plunger to be found. Usually I’d just shrug and say it was Josh’s fault or something, but let’s get real here, Mrs. Hayfer would’ve blamed me about her toilet overflowing if I was 30 states away. So I jammed my foot in there, hoping it’d make the toilet stop flushing. Then my phone rings, and I knew it was my mom, asking where her pie went, and because Meghan decided it’d be a great idea to make my ring tone a bunch of cats meowing, Mrs. Hayfer’s dog, Tiberius starts freaking out, bashing into the door over and over again. Now anyone who knows this dog knows that this dog will happily eat anything, and that includes the pie, and probably myself.  So my foot’s totally stuck in there right, I’m freaking out and I still got half a pie left. 

BLESS YOU

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blamefincham:

okaaaay but like

grincham = larry 

biggest otp, one is tall and gangly and hip and northern, the other is tiny and adorable and pixieish and snarky


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archivesofgallifrey:

mic-ro-wave:

captainjackdarkness:

BEING IN A LOT OF FANDOMS IS REALLY CONFUSING BECAUSE IF YOU SAY ‘aww, john’ YOU COULD BE TALKING ABOUT JOHN WATSON OR JOHN WINCHESTER MAYBE EVEN JOHN EGBERT AND DONT FORGET JOHN BARROWMAN

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I don’t think I’ve ever heard the phrase “aww, john” directed at john winchester.

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breakfastbabes:

while we’re talking about creepy things we’ve found on facebook

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fincham family picture

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chris stark

gosh we are so creepy but I LOVE IT


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they’re a bit more cray
— finchy accurately describing americans

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