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    Me: I posted a thing! A story! I wonder if I have any hits!
    Me: Don't look. It doesn't matter. Your story stands alone on its own merits whether or not anyone else likes it. What matters is that you trust yourself and your work.
    Me: I wonder if I got kudos. Did I get a kudo? Is that the singular of kudos? Did I get one, yet? No! I have zero kudos! No one loves me! I'm awful!
    Me: It's been five minutes. The story is ten thousand words long. Give people longer than five minutes to read a ten thousand word story. Give people longer than five minutes to see that there has even been a story posted. Some people are at work. Some are asleep. Some are watching Orange is the New Black and eating corn chips. It's okay if you don't immediately get a kudos. Which is its singular form, though kudo as the singular is also an acceptable back formation.
    Me: Everybody hates me.
    Me: Jesus Christ.
    Me: I'm awful. I'm going to go hide under the dinner table.
    Me: It's been six minutes. You need to give this shit time.

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    uh i only know aboutthesethree so have fun with it


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    Guy on grindr: top or bottom?
    Me: Rock bottom. I'm at the lowest I've ever been in years. I really don't know what to do anymore.
    Me: ???
    Me: r u there?

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  • 12/01/14--21:17: Photo





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    zmizet:

    bubble-gum-princess-in-space:

    runningtheremedy:

    vegan-nature:

    Cruelty-Free Cosmetics

    THANK YOU FOR THIS!!!

    Reblogging bc everyone needs to see this

    I recommend the HELL out of Illamasqua nail polish and tarte lipsticks/balms/stains 

    Also melt! Vegan! And their lipsticks have lovely shades and are long-lasting.

    http://www.meltcosmetics.com/collections/melt-shades


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    "There are worse things than being weird and intense and that is—overlooked." Full video here

    LET ME BOLD THIS FOR Y’ALL!

    "There are worse things than being weird and intense and that is—overlooked."


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  • 12/01/14--21:32: Photo



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    I’m very sad right now and I don’t know why. I can’t think of a major contributing factor so it’s probably a chemical imbalance. One of those that takes me so, so low. I should definitely be on drugs. I should. I totally should. Everyone agrees that I could. But it’s not perilous. So ya know. I go it alone. Which is dumb. So dumb.  But ehhh it’s the decision I’m living with for now. Very, very rarely I can logic myself out of the mood. I hope tonight is one of those. I’m a bit too tired to deal with a crisis. 


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    meanwhilebackinthedungeon:

    — Nathan Park

    Queen of Stormhaven


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    drumcorpsdreamer:

    love-you-meanit:

    I was analyzing music for class tomorrow when THIS happened…

    THIS IS THE BEST POST IN THE WORLD.


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    xtinasame:

    Remember when Mary was like, “I’m pregnant omg I’m so so so happy to be having a baby with the love of my life John Watson this is the best day and it just got better #blessed”?
    image

    Cmon. Okay. I hate Mary as much as the next person but honestly if I found out I was preggers I’d immediately freak the fuck out. So ya know. Cmon.

    (Though it does seem like she’s doing the math. I’ve done that before and this is totes the look I had on my face)


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    annabellioncourt:

    So if they cold weather gets here because Persephone is going back to her husband does that mean that these random really warm days are ones where Hades fucks up and Persephone spends the night at her mother’s until he gets his act together?


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    johnthreecontinents:

    johnthreecontinents:

    image

    John took Sherlock’s hand and let him out into the middle of the dance floor as all their guests looked on.

    "This is preposterous, John. This could hardly be considered our first dance."

    "Will you shut up?" John smiled as he stopped in the center and turned around, drawing Sherlock into his arms as the quiet music slowly filled the room. Sherlock blushed.

    John wrapped both arms around Sherlock’s middle and rested his crossed arms in the dip in Sherlock’s back.

    "Have you already forgotten what I taught you?" Sherlock whispered.

    "I don’t want to waltz," John responded. He pulled Sherlock closer until they were chest-to-chest. "I want to hold my husband."

    Sherlock made a noise that he intended to sound scandalized, but it came out much more like a desperate little whine. Resigned, Sherlock brought his arms around John’s shoulders. John smirked a bit and began swaying them slowly.

    Wise men say… Only fools rush in…
    But I can’t help… Falling in love… With you…

    Their feet shuffled back and forth moving them in a circle. The large ballroom was so silent you could hear the rolling of Mycroft’s eyes, as well as the tiny sniffles from Mrs. Hudson and Mrs. Holmes.

    Shall I stay?… Would it be a sin?…
    If I can’t help… Falling in love… With you…

    Sherlock curled his fingers into the soft hair at the back of John’s neck. He forced himself to keep his eyes on John and off of all of the prying eyes that surrounded them. 

    John looked back unabashedly, which did little to quell the red in Sherlock’s cheeks.

    When John whispered “This is my favorite part,” and began to silently mouth along to the words, Sherlock found himself so overwhelmed that he couldn’t prevent burying his face into the side of John’s.

    Like a river flows… Surely to the sea…
    Darling, so it goes… Some things… Are meant to be…

    Sherlock huffed against John’s cheek as he struggled to keep his composure.

    "Take my hand… Take my whole life, too…" Sherlock heard John’s small, soft voice directly in his ear. Despite the silence in the room, there was no way anyone else could hear.

    "For I… Can’t Help…"

    John was singing to him. John was singing. Just for Sherlock.

    "Falling in love… With you…"

    Sherlock lost it.

    Tears spilled over his eyelashes and he struggled not to hyperventilate.

    He had waited so long and he was finally getting everything he wanted. He was almost angry at how perfectly everything had turned out. He clutched John tighter and nuzzled deeper into his shoulder, silently praying that this was real  that he wasn’t dreaming.

    As if on cue, John rubbed his hands lightly up and down Sherlock’s back, grounding him.

    "Take my hand… Take my whole life, too… For I can’t help… Falling in love… With you…"

    Sherlock relented in trying to keep up his facade – with John, at least. He cried brazenly into John’s lapel, squishing and disfiguring his boutonniere, as John continued swaying them and singing so tenderly Sherlock thought he might spontaneously combust.

    "For I can’t help… Falling in love… With you…"


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    johnthreecontinents:

    johnthreecontinents:

    image

    John took Sherlock’s hand and let him out into the middle of the dance floor as all their guests looked on.

    "This is preposterous, John. This could hardly be considered our first dance."

    "Will you shut up?" John smiled as he stopped in the center and turned around, drawing Sherlock into his arms as the quiet music slowly filled the room. Sherlock blushed.

    John wrapped both arms around Sherlock’s middle and rested his crossed arms in the dip in Sherlock’s back.

    "Have you already forgotten what I taught you?" Sherlock whispered.

    "I don’t want to waltz," John responded. He pulled Sherlock closer until they were chest-to-chest. "I want to hold my husband."

    Sherlock made a noise that he intended to sound scandalized, but it came out much more like a desperate little whine. Resigned, Sherlock brought his arms around John’s shoulders. John smirked a bit and began swaying them slowly.

    Wise men say… Only fools rush in…
    But I can’t help… Falling in love… With you…

    Their feet shuffled back and forth moving them in a circle. The large ballroom was so silent you could hear the rolling of Mycroft’s eyes, as well as the tiny sniffles from Mrs. Hudson and Mrs. Holmes.

    Shall I stay?… Would it be a sin?…
    If I can’t help… Falling in love… With you…

    Sherlock curled his fingers into the soft hair at the back of John’s neck. He forced himself to keep his eyes on John and off of all of the prying eyes that surrounded them. 

    John looked back unabashedly, which did little to quell the red in Sherlock’s cheeks.

    When John whispered “This is my favorite part,” and began to silently mouth along to the words, Sherlock found himself so overwhelmed that he couldn’t prevent burying his face into the side of John’s.

    Like a river flows… Surely to the sea…
    Darling, so it goes… Some things… Are meant to be…

    Sherlock huffed against John’s cheek as he struggled to keep his composure.

    "Take my hand… Take my whole life, too…" Sherlock heard John’s small, soft voice directly in his ear. Despite the silence in the room, there was no way anyone else could hear.

    "For I… Can’t Help…"

    John was singing to him. John was singing. Just for Sherlock.

    "Falling in love… With you…"

    Sherlock lost it.

    Tears spilled over his eyelashes and he struggled not to hyperventilate.

    He had waited so long and he was finally getting everything he wanted. He was almost angry at how perfectly everything had turned out. He clutched John tighter and nuzzled deeper into his shoulder, silently praying that this was real  that he wasn’t dreaming.

    As if on cue, John rubbed his hands lightly up and down Sherlock’s back, grounding him.

    "Take my hand… Take my whole life, too… For I can’t help… Falling in love… With you…"

    Sherlock relented in trying to keep up his facade – with John, at least. He cried brazenly into John’s lapel, squishing and disfiguring his boutonniere, as John continued swaying them and singing so tenderly Sherlock thought he might spontaneously combust.

    "For I can’t help… Falling in love… With you…"

    This is my new favorite fanfic of all time. OF ALL TIME. OF ALL TIME!


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    gemsicle:

    *tries to edge towards nsfw mountain but falls into cute valley instead*


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    Bond 24 villain revealed: Sherlock star Andrew Scott to take on Daniel Craig's 007 in new film:

    andrewscottt:

    Apparently Andrew Scott will be the Bond 24 villain! 

    Stay tuned for more on this!

    Wha? I thought it was going to be Waltz.

    This is….this is not good.

    ( I like Andrew fine. I’m just thinking about Sherlock’s future. Unless Moriarty really is dead and then this is good for him.)


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    Iono. I’ll reply to everything in a few days(hopefully). I really want to reply to my friend about the burbs because so good. And other nice people. And that fic rec. I’m just. Blah. Gimme a minute. I’m not crazy low. In fact I’m writing more recently. I’m just. Blah.


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  • 12/02/14--21:03: hamsofwar: LOOK, GUYS


  • hamsofwar:

    LOOK, GUYS


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    the-plaid-princess:

    When your pet adjusts their position so they can lay their head on you

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    reinerashitaka:

    martinfuckman:

    in what dimension is die hard a christmas film

    just because it happens at christmas?

    I actually watch die hard every christmas fuck you

    It’s weird. All of a sudden this year random peeps are declaring Die Hard isn’t a Christmas movie even though it’s been one for like twenty years. So all I can think is that a lot is youngins not understanding things. Either way, whippersnappers, it is a Christmas movie.


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