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Dear Tumblr, With our love of really bad puns, I am so shocked...
Dear Tumblr,
With our love of really bad puns, I am so shocked this hasn’t gotten gif’d yet.
2 minutes log but the gif moment is at 1:55+
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yearinreview: 2013 Top Posts: Unicorns Okay now that...
Okay now that you’re doing fuckin top unicorn posts I think my idea for you guys to do a “top starbucks coffee cup posts” isn’t so crazy.
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I'm about to beta the shit out of this fic....
I best be getting a sex scene soon…….And in case it isn’t clear since I’ve had a few projects lately….
thegingerbatch , I’m talking about you.
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talkstoself replied to your post “I’m about to beta the shit out of this fic….” My...
talkstoself replied to your post“I’m about to beta the shit out of this fic….”
My computer comes back from the shop on the 29th so I should have an extra long porny chapter of IS
OMG!!! *sigh* I think I might go re-read the whole thing sometime in the next week or so. Yay!!!!!!
SEX SEX SEX SEX SEX SEX SEX SEX
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dogs420: This is amazing
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reelareela: yummy
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thegingerbatch: benedictcumberbatchruinedme: thegingerbatch replied to your post: thefreemanwizard...
thegingerbatch replied to your post: thefreemanwizard replied to your post …
WHY IS THAT ELF BACKSHHHH! thefreemanwizard doesn’t know that I only use gifs/photos of the elf when I’m talking about naughty Martin related things. He is just a nice,sweet elf.
What…what ya looking at down there, Bernard?
I can’t breAthe. omg,
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When you get work emails at midnight the subject line might as well be “something got really...
When you get work emails at midnight the subject line might as well be “something got really fucked up.”
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From God’s Perspective.
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hbo: Great balls of fire. HBO has joined Tumblr. Omg!!! ...
hbo:
Great balls of fire. HBO has joined Tumblr.
Omg!!! I’ve had a crush on HBO for like ever. *giggles* um…. Hi! *runs away*
This is no joke. Back when I used to run a tv review website, I constantly mentioned my crush on HBO.
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New home wallpaper.
New home wallpaper.
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Okay time to go out and about in NYC!
Sherlock lives thingy today!
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So here are the ones I’m not posting in the...
So here are the ones I’m not posting in the tag…..
Yesterday was our big “let’s go out and about in the city and do holiday things.” I also did the #sherlocklives photo thing.
The first is with my boyfriend giving a double bird and then afterwards asking “Why’d that make you smile?” ”Oh no reason baby.”
At the frikkin tree and just damn. I had never done the tree Pre-Christmas and holy hell it was busier than a motherfucker. Like pushing and shoving and just a frikkin madhouse. Previously I’ve went to the tree after Christmas and ohhh that is soooo much better. Less insanity and you can just stand there and enjoy it. Though yesterday a lovely choir showed up and sang lovely carols.
Okay then we have Radio City Musical Hall…meh
And finally with my whiskey at the end of the night because daaaaaamn yesterday was exhausting and I definitely deserved all the alcohol at the end there.
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jillandsarah: Commission 3/3 for agnesanutter. Seems a bit...
Commission 3/3 for agnesanutter. Seems a bit angsty…
/JG
Well that bit is a little angsty. It’s actually in reference to one of my favorite scenes from one of my favorite fanfics called "Gravity"…
After four weeks, John is conscious for whole hours at a time, able to shuffle along the hospital corridor without pausing to catch his breath every other step—he used the walker at first out of necessity, but flatly refused the cane when it was offered.
The tremors are another matter, but they come less frequently, and hardly ever in his legs now, which seems to please the doctors but only makes John’s mouth go flat and angry, as if sheer stubbornness will overcome the nerve damage—scientifically impossible, of course, and Sherlock wants to tell him it’s foolish, but that rigid determination is a bit endearing. He decides John’s disillusionment can be postponed, and opts instead to conduct his own study on the impact of a patient’s state of mind on neurological disorders.
On the first day of the fifth week, Sherlock sits in his customary spot by John’s bed, garbed in his customary coat and scarf, waiting for John to return from physical therapy. A nurse wheels him into the room in a wheelchair, but John struggles out of it as soon as they’re through the door and walks himself—shakily—to the bed. Sherlock helps him clamber in.
“Your coat,” John says, eyeing him.
“Present from Mycroft.”
“New?”
“Of course not. He managed to retrieve it from the hospital staff and have it cleaned and repaired. Buying a new one wouldn’t have been nearly as impressive, and Mycroft can’t waste an opportunity to show off.”
“He missed a spot.” John’s fingers brush across a small hole in the grey wool, just below Sherlock’s heart.
“I asked him to leave it.”
The doctor looks up at him, his hand still poised over Sherlock’s chest, and the detective’s pulse quickens just a touch. John hasn’t asked to hold his hand since his first week in hospital, and they still haven’t spoken about anything that happened before…well, before.
Sherlock pretends it’s not interesting, the way John is almost touching him. “The doctor says you’ll be able to go home soon,” he says.
John’s hand falls back to his side, his lips pursing. His right hand begins to tremble a bit, and he balls it into a fist in his lap. “Home,” he repeats. He opens and closes his mouth several times, deciding how to phrase the next bit. When he speaks, his voice is straining for indifference, but his hand shakes a little harder than before. “And where is that, exactly?”
And this is my Christmas present to one of my favorite fanfic writers— thegingerbatch. Hope you like the drawing doll.
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jillandsarah: Commission 2/3 for agnesanutter. I can only...
Commission 2/3 for agnesanutter. I can only conclude John is wearing something particularly sexy. Or nothing at all.
/JG
And this is also in reference to a favorite fanfic called “As long as it takes.”
Sherlock became very still for a moment. “What are you implying?” He shifted abruptly, turning to pick up the coffee cup John had set in front of him hours before. John watched as he stared at the cold liquid with feigned interest.
“I think we should fuck.”
Sherlock didn’t attempt to prevent the cup from leaving his hand. It exploded on the floor, shards of crockery hailing across the hardwood and onto the carpet along with the remains of his cold coffee. He turned and stared at John, eyes narrowed. John returned the look without expression. Sherlock opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
“What’s that? Shocked you, have I? Should I have been more delicate?”
“But you, we, you—don’t—this—”
“Sorry, I didn’t follow that,” John said. He released a deep sigh of resignation and leaned forward in his chair, leaning both elbows on his knees. “Why don’t I start?”
Sherlock didn’t respond, so John continued.
And this is my Christmas present to one of my favorite fanfic writers— northray. Merry Christmas darling. I hope you enjoy the drawing.
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