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i love how vague this is. its no[t even gonna tell you how to do it. its not even gonna tell you how its fucking floating like that. it doesnt matter. make a wind tunnel you piece of shit
It floats on the power of moreos dammit.
We actually did this growing up. It does work. Growing up without an AC in the south would’ve been much worse without “fan bubbles” to keep us cool.
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stopitsgingertime: laughs really hard at peter davison’s bio in...
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Is it possible to discuss the practicalities of the death of a loved one? Yes. Is it possible to...
Is it possible to discuss the practicalities of the death of a loved one? Yes.
Is it possible to discuss the practicalities of the death of a pet? Fuck no.
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Soooo I bought a thing.
Soooo I bought a thing.
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agnesanutter: Soooo I bought a thing. When I bought it the guy...
Soooo I bought a thing.
When I bought it the guy told me you can never use too much rosin on your bow and went on and on about it….
And as he was talking I thought about gay sex and how you can never use too much lube.
Man fanfiction has really warped my fragile little mind.
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[x] Stahp! I love you so much.
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Happy Birthday to me Happy Birthday to me You’ve killed my...
Happy Birthday to me
Happy Birthday to me
You’ve killed my productivity
Happy Birthday to me
*blows out candles and cries*
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coyoterose1: Victorian Star Trek uniforms. This makes me happy...
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tranquillityofpassion: oh. OH. #SHOTSFIRED
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ayantiel: aromanticroman: IT’S THAT TIME OF YEAR...
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coltnposey: i hope the xkit guy has a wonderful holiday
i hope the xkit guy has a wonderful holiday
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radderthanmyspace I recorded you a thing. it is brilliant.
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radderthanmyspace replied to your audio post “radderthanmyspace I recorded you a thing. it is...
radderthanmyspace replied to your audio post“radderthanmyspace I recorded you a thing. it is brilliant.”
I am 100% serious about making this my ringtone for everything ever.
You should totally do that. You are… the hawk spider.
Wait no..don’t do that. Then people will want to know why you’re the hawk spider. That can’t end well.
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atlinmerrick: Blind Date I’m not gay. John stands just inside...
Blind Date
I’m not gay.
John stands just inside the cafe door and realises he never said that to the hospital administrator, the one who seems to love just three things: Healthcare, opera, and matchmaking. No, John hadn’t said anything because it never occurred to him that it would occur to her he was gay.
And yet across an empty room, John’s blind date.
A looker from the look of things—curly hair, fine cheekbones, a sensual mouth—but definitely, certainly, emphatically male.
The man meets his eye and stands. John smiles, nods, and walks a very long twelve feet.
He’s not gay.
Sherlock Holmes does not allow himself to be ‘set up.’ Sex, love, romance—they’re pursuits for the terminally dull.
And yet…he’d grown so weary of talking to the skull that he did a spectacular series of not-good-things until at last he owed his absurdly-patient brother an absurdly large favour. Then, pretending pique, he’d said, “Oh all right, Mycroft. Tell your little opera friend I’ll meet her ‘enthralling’ army doctor. I’m sure he’s very tedious.”
Sherlock showed up at the cafe forty-five minutes early. He fidgeted with his hair until it was a finger-twirled nest of curls. And he wondered if strange men kiss other strange men on first dates and was coffee in a park cafe even a date and…
…and then there he was, all straight-backed and small and smiling. And unequivocally, plainly, obviously not gay.
"You must be Sherlock…"
When his boss had set them up John hadn’t thought to ask about his date’s rare name. The good doctor’s gone out with an Envie, a Bronte, and a Brooklyn, Sherlock hadn’t seemed any stranger.
"…I’m John."
Sherlock doesn’t reach for the man’s extended hand. Instead he stares at John’s shoes, then his ears, then out the window. “You didn’t know.”
Shoving hands in his pockets, John frowns, and reflects that this is the very quickest a blind date’s ever gone sour. Except is it a date? If the person you’re supposed to date is the entirely wrong gender then—
"You can go."
John stops frowning and blinks his eyes wide. “What?”
Sherlock sits down with his cold coffee and, in a lonely cafe in the middle of Regent’s park, he pretends he’s alone. He’s very good at doing this.
"I’m sorry, did you just dismiss me?” John makes a noise that would be a growl if he were that sort, but he’s not so it’s just a big, cranky noise out of a little, cranky man.
The good doctor shifts so he’s in Sherlock’s line-of-vision. “No I didn’t know you were a man, but you know what? I did have hopes for human.”
In a movie this would be the point where John stomps off, never to be seen again. John’s also not the sort to let idiots off lightly, so he doesn’t.
What he does do is stand there and stare. No, no…he steps right on up to the other side of Sherlock’s table, leans over, and then he stares. Because that’s the sort John Watson is.
And because Sherlock Holmes is the sort who will outlive god trying to have the last word, he glares at his coffee cup and says, “Why on earth do you care who or what I am. I’m wron—” Sherlock shakes his head to erase the last word, “I’m…the wrong sex so—”
"Just out for a fuck then are you? Have enough friends you can’t imagine making more? Well bully for you, mister, what a tender world yours must be."
John’s breathing heavier than any of this warrants and he realises he’s being a dick, dumping his own frustrations onto a stranger who doesn’t owe him shit. He blows out an exasperated breath and says, “Well. Right. I am…so sorry.”
John quarter turns crisply, nods at nothing, is about to walk away when Sherlock stands, still talking to his coffee. “Skinny vanilla latte extra hot, almond biscotti on the side.”
Another crisp turn, this time back toward the table. “How did you…did my boss…uh. Yes. Please. But it’s actually a mocha latte.”
Sherlock rolls his eyes, grins. "Mocha. It’s always something.”
These stories seem to lend themselves to repurposing of favourite Sherlock quotes. I’d love it if you shared yours! And yes, I ended a previous “The Day They Met” with exactly the same three words. Sherlock’s the kind to stay with a goer.
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psychlowdown: Good News and Bad News: Good News: this promo...
Good News and Bad News:
Good News: this promo announces the Season 8 premiere date as Wed January 8 at 9pm. Mark your calendars!
Bad News: It announces that Season 8 is the final season. Which we all suspected but is now confirmed.
No,no, no, no, no, noooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Can they come back for yearly Christmas specials at least?
Come on!
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ohhelloholly: iwoulddieforprince: ripopgodazippa: visualscott:...
this song is about jesus
He’s totally copying Gaga’s btw ball speech whatevs Prince
Lady Gaga wasn’t even fucking born yet
^^^^^^THATTTTT^^^^^^
copying Lady Gaga??? i will slap you silly.
That was a joke right? I mean….that WAS a joke right?
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