ravengoodwoman replied to your post: John refuses to buy the silver-plated honey bee…
Aww :cSeth
He wants the bee things, why won’t John give him beesChel
they can’t afford it!Seth
Sherlock has that Bambi’s-mother-just-got-shot expression.Chel
…Chel
they can’tSeth
he’ll just curl up on the couch with his bee pillow then.Chel
fine.can… can we start a fund? to get Sherlock that honey thing? D:
#AND NOW I WANT #NO #NEED #FANART OF SHERLOCK WITH THAT BEE PILLOW OMG SETH
It’s like a giant version of this plushie:
MY SUBFANDOM IS THE BEST SUBFANDOM JESUS CHRIST.
WHEN/IF I GET MARRIED, YOU ARE ALL LEGITIMATELY INVITED.
Wait? Has no one filled this request yet? Because I am all too happy to make this happen. Also, as is tradition I forgot what furniture Seth mentioned, so he’s on the table (don’t ask, I just thought it’d be cute that way) instead of on the couch. And there aren’t any triangles (unless you count my signature), but it has octagons, which is kind of of like a bunch of triangles having an orgy so close enough.

So I sometimes wonder man
If Sherlock’s all childish and stuff in his mid-thirties
How bad was he when he was actually a child
Anon: Can you draw John and Sherlock playing dress up and then John says he looks pretty *kid-lock*
RELIES ON MYCROFT OFGHJK
CRYING

Sleepovers at 221b.
I’d love to see them all involved in a pillow-fight.^ ppfftt that comment
PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT.
*chokes*
But this is exactly what I do at sleep overs.
I am either the last or close enough to the last to fall asleep, and always the first one up. And chipper as fuck. Guys. Guys. Why are you being so boring. Guys. I am going to just live loudly until I ‘accidentally’ wake you up. I’m going to make you all a big breakfast to kill time. Guys. I’m going to go ahead and eat without you. It’s getting cold. Why don’t you love me? Why do you love sleeping more than me? Why do you sleep? Sleep is what I do when I am being boring. Stop it.
That one time i woke up to you making all of us crapes was the best time i ever had waking up
I went way back in the Hans Solo tag looking for an “I know” .gif, but for some reason this didn’t appear to be a “thing” so let’s just pretend one is here, okay? Okay.
Pretty sure that my willingness to play well with others is directly proportional to the proximity to the latest text post.

Sleepovers at 221b.
I’d love to see them all involved in a pillow-fight.^ ppfftt that comment
PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT.
*chokes*
But this is exactly what I do at sleep overs.
I am either the last or close enough to the last to fall asleep, and always the first one up. And chipper as fuck. Guys. Guys. Why are you being so boring. Guys. I am going to just live loudly until I ‘accidentally’ wake you up. I’m going to make you all a big breakfast to kill time. Guys. I’m going to go ahead and eat without you. It’s getting cold. Why don’t you love me? Why do you love sleeping more than me? Why do you sleep? Sleep is what I do when I am being boring. Stop it.
What speed do you read at? (Remember, it’s not a race!)
“You read 371 words per minute. That makes you 48% faster than the national average.”
You read 445 words per minute.
That makes you 78% faster than the national averageYou read 444 words per minute. That makes you 78% faster than the national average.
You read 237 words per minute.
That makes you 5% slower than the national average.
Oh god, I’m about the same speed as a 7th/8th grader….. /sobs
You read 419 words per minute.
That makes you 68% faster than the national average.
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You read 600 words per minute.
That makes you 140% faster than the national average.o ok
You read 380 words per minute.
That makes you 52% faster than the national average.ah i thought i had gotten slower
You read 477 words per minute.
That makes you 91% faster than the national average.
oooh cool.
You read 187 words per minute. That makes you 25% slower than the national average.
IT’S HARD FOR ME TO REMEMBER EVERYTHING IF I READ FASTER. AND I HAVE TO IMAGINE/REMEMBER ALMOST EVERYHING
“You read 310 words per minute. That makes you 24% faster than the national average.”
This ties in to orangezest100’s response, because I was really expecting a much lower result. As in, I expected to be below average, way below. I take my good time reading and I can’t think of a time when I wasn’t proud of that. I like to think a lot about the things I read and visualize, and pick things apart. It really matters to me when a book was written versus the time when it actually supposed to take place (assuming there is a difference) and the tense that a passage is written in, and especially what person it is written in (My preference for first person is overwhelming, because of how subject the content is. You’re left at the mercy of the narrator’s perspective). All of these things orchestrate into multiple layers of the unwritten text, so I don’t mind at all taking the extra time to examine them. There have been times when I have absorbed a single paragraph, and as much as I had desired to move on with the story I have had to first stop and meditate on what I have just read and maybe write a long, enigmatic love letter to that paragraph explaining how much it meant to me (I’m not joking, by the way. I have written love letters to specific paragraphs in books.) only to move on, read the next paragraph, and do the same thing all over again (I reiterate, this is not exaggerated.) It’s been problematic in the past to finishing works, because I’ll get so charged reading certain things that I really can’t stay focused and by God I have to give these things a proper think, and then I can move on, but that make take a good 15 minutes or so.. I really gave up on reading much in high school because of this only to pick up the hobby over again in college.
Okay, yeah, so the thought process gets in the way some, but it’s really worth the inconvenience because that means I get so much more out of the experience. I think reading slowly is nothing to be ashamed of because of this, and really I expected a lower score, I don’t know how I got what I did. The end.
Series 2 DVD came in this morning, watching the commentary at the moment, and my brother sits down next to me, trying to watch, and asks, “Why won’t those people stop talking?” I love my little brother.
and this man shouts at me that he likes my hair. I keep walking. He shouts this at me twice more, louder. I’m clearly listening to music, so I don’t feel even slightly bad for pretending not to hear him. This is then followed by a series of “Ma’am”s and “Hey”s. Like. A lot of them. You’d think that I was in mortal danger, the way that he was trying to get my attention, enough to the point where I seriously started to doubt myself and wonder if he did have something important to say to me, but I’m uncomfortable enough to risk that possibility. Eventually he chases me down, taps me on the shoulder and I stop and remove one ear bud.
He tells me that he likes my hair again, smiling like he’s done me some massive favor.
I turn away, without a word or acknowledgement, and continue walking. He doesn’t bother me after this. But you know what gets to me? He’s going to go meet up with his friends and complain about how Some Bitch Didn’t Even Smile Or Say Thank You When I Gave Her A Compliment. I know he is, because I know how these types of people work. They’re entitled. They are entitled to my pretty smile and to my gratitude and maybe a conversation and my phone number and why not my entire body while you’re at it? They say something ‘nice’ to you and suddenly you owe them. This man harassed me on a very public street and I retaliated with the BARE MINIMUM of ignoring him, and he is still going to see me as the person lacking in respect and himself as the victim. He’s not going to learn anything about what he did to me to-day, and he’s going to go on to harass another girl. That is what gets to me.

Martin Freeman touching a towel
To celebrate Towel Day, in honor of Douglas Adams and Martin Freeman in “A Hitchhiker’s Guide,” here is Martin Freeman with a towel.
You’re welcome
The Rabbits, from Gunshow by KC Green, made by Stabwool
you can totally buy these two now! Together forever, locked in hate
COMPLETELY HETEROSEXUAL FRIENDSHIP
Whether you ship it or not, I think one has to concede that Sherlock and John surpass the bounds of ordinary friendship. I think they even surpass the title of “best friends.” I feel the same way about MY best friend. We’re not romantically entangled, but we’re insanely physical with eachother. We spoon for chrissakes. But we’re girrrrrls so it’s allowwwwwed. Which is bullshit. So it’s kind of nice to have platonic physicality represented between guys. Which does happen! Like ALL THE TIME! My heterosexual brother and his heterosexual best friend sleep in the same bed. Like… we have a guest room. But nope. They sleep in the same bed when he comes over. It’s fucking adorable.
Also, I’d like to say right now that I’m not trying to derail anyone’s ship (if you know me, you know that I ship Johnlock with the burning passion of a thousand suns) but I’d just like to take a second (and I’ve no idea why I’ve chosen THIS second…) to point out that this shit is fucking beautiful whether it’s platonic or romantic.
Uhm…. endmusing?/

Ttttthhhhhis.
Also, nothing in the world makes me want to cuddle like reapersun’s artwork. The way she draws bodies together looks so cozy I can practically feel it myself.
“You’ve done it now, Watson,” said he coolly. “A pretty mess you’ve made of the carpet.”
I stooped in some confusion and began to pick up the fruit, understanding for some reason my companion desired me to take the blame upon myself. The others did the same and set the table on its legs again.
“Hullo!” cried the inspector, “where’s he got to?”
Holmes had disappeared.
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The Reigate Puzzle, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
(via reading-sherlock) Oh God. I just rolled around gasping for air there for a moment. I forgot this happened. Just imagine this going down. Oh Christ, that is beautiful. |





