crazyponds:

vintageurbansupergirl13:

Raise you hand if you ever fangirlied in the theater after seeing a preview for something you’ve been waiting for

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toooldforthissh—stuff replied to your post: I JUST FINISHED A WIP THAT HAS BEEN SI…

*whispers* is it fiddle?

Nope - a prequel to the Hearts ‘Verse.  It’s love story between Sherlock’s parents.  Once I got going, I couldn’t stop and I had an absolutely fantastic time writing it.

(I will get back to Fiddle; I just don’t know when.)

streamgiraph:

Shhhh
doublenegativemeansyes:

a case has just been solved.

doublenegativemeansyes:

a case has just been solved.

(via holy-misha-mangos-batman)

"Cinderella never asked for a prince. She asked for a night off and a dress."

— Kiera Cass (via maxonshreaves)

(via argyle4eva)

rilakkuma12-12:

Redraw 02 Louise by rilakkuma1212
From my deviant art.
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When I was about 25 years old, I worked with two very good actors. The encounters were brief, but I’ve remembered them both with great admiration. Wanda Ventham and Timothy Carlton both embodied qualities which one is fogyishly tempted to look at with nostalgia. Along with very considerable talent, they had elegance, glamor, wit, kindness and decency.

I didn’t know at the time that they were married or that they had a son of about 10 who was quietly gestating all the same attributes. And now, 30 years later, the boy has been let loose. He has taken the form of Benedict Cumberbatch.

His parents’ qualities are on rampant display. It’s rare to the point of outlandish to find so many variables in one actor, including features which ought to be incompatible: vulnerability, a sense of danger, a clear intellect, honesty, courage — and a rather alarming energy. I take no pleasure in feeling humbled, but there’s no getting around it.

He must be stopped.

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— Colin Firth on Benedict Cumberbatch for the TIME 100. [x] (via crieff)

(via shinysherlock)

momotastic27:

Maybe I’m overthinking this, but I feel that with the added gender components, Omegaverse needs its own Sexual and Romantic Orientation terms.

According to my post (that I updated/edited a little bit) I’m dealing with six cis gender options.*

I made a whole (colour coded)…

ladyprydian:

deardeerling:

in west narnia born and raisedthrough the wardrobe was where i spent most of my days

# someone quick write the rest of the song
Not very good, but here you go azriona


Now this is the story all about how My life got flipped, turned upside down And I’d like to take a minute just sit right there I’ll tell you how I became the Queen of a world called Narnia In western Earth, born and raised In the wardrobe where I spent a rainy day Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool And all snooping the house instead of school When I met a fawn, who was up to no good Started making trouble when I stumbled in his ‘hood I had one little nap and he got scared And I ran back through the wardrobe from the world that was there. I begged and pleaded with my siblings to come see But none of them did believe in me Wasn’t ‘til the lamppost, that they saw I was right They ‘pologized profusely with all of their might. Dinner with Beavers, yo this is bad, Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass Is this what the people of Narnia livin’ like Hm this might be alright! Became friends with a lion and when it came near he said his name was Aslan and I was predicted to be here If anything I could say that this was rare But I thought now forget it, yo home to Car Paravel We pulled up to a lamppost about seven or eight And I said to the rest, “yo Holmes smell ya later” One last look at my kingdom I was finally there The wardrobe, our world, with barley a turn of a hair.

I love you.

ladyprydian:

deardeerling:

in west narnia born and raised
through the wardrobe was where i spent most of my days

# someone quick write the rest of the song

Not very good, but here you go azriona

Now this is the story all about how
My life got flipped, turned upside down
And I’d like to take a minute just sit right there
I’ll tell you how I became the Queen of a world called Narnia

In western Earth, born and raised
In the wardrobe where I spent a rainy day
Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool
And all snooping the house instead of school
When I met a fawn, who was up to no good
Started making trouble when I stumbled in his ‘hood
I had one little nap and he got scared
And I ran back through the wardrobe from the world that was there.

I begged and pleaded with my siblings to come see
But none of them did believe in me
Wasn’t ‘til the lamppost, that they saw I was right
They ‘pologized profusely with all of their might.

Dinner with Beavers, yo this is bad,
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass
Is this what the people of Narnia livin’ like
Hm this might be alright!

Became friends with a lion and when it came near he
said his name was Aslan and I was predicted to be here
If anything I could say that this was rare
But I thought now forget it, yo home to Car Paravel

We pulled up to a lamppost about seven or eight
And I said to the rest, “yo Holmes smell ya later”
One last look at my kingdom I was finally there
The wardrobe, our world, with barley a turn of a hair.

I love you.

(Source: areyoutoonenough)

Watching my son in soccer. How can you tell when the coach is deliberately picking on your kid, or when it’s something else entirely?

I JUST FINISHED A WIP THAT HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY FOLDER SINCE OCTOBER.

WOO-HOO.

*collapses*

deardeerling:

in west narnia born and raisedthrough the wardrobe was where i spent most of my days

deardeerling:

in west narnia born and raised
through the wardrobe was where i spent most of my days

(Source: areyoutoonenough, via obsessionality)


these kids these days don’t known our struggle

these kids these days don’t known our struggle

(Source: downfalling, via obsessionality)

spicyshimmy:

you’re only a true star trek fan if you like star trek in any capacity, or if you’re a ventilation unit on a star trek set. sorry i dont make the rules

(via acafanmom)

acafanmom:

esterbrook:

thescienceofobsession:

“he inhaled his scent. he smelled of (ingredient 1), (ingredient 2) and something undefinable, that was uniquely (name of buttsex partner)”

every single fanfiction uploaded in the last two years oh my god  (via brood-of-froods)

Thing is, though, people really do have individual scents. You could drop me into a darkened room with my ex, whom I haven’t seen in years, and I would know he was there from his scent alone, because I have never met anyone else who smelled quite the same. And scent is wired straight into the most primitive bit of the brain — I wrote an entire fic about just that because it really is that primal and evocative. So yeah, maybe there’s a more creative way to phrase it, but don’t try to assert that smell has no role to play in sexual attraction, because it does, oh, it most certainly does.

No, but this. I was thinking the same thing. I mean, I do the thing that’s being talked about, and it IS a kind of funny trope when you think about it, but I spent a year apart from mr. acafanmom before we got married, and occasionally I’d take a smell of a bottle that had his cologne, because it smelled just like him, so, there’s that. 

All the same, I think I just wrote that line about half an hour ago. And now whenever I read it, I’m doomed to start giggling. *goes to edit and try to find a more creative way to phrase it*