I believe in Sherlock.

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Ultimate Writing Resource List

lokishorns:

the-fandoms-are-cool:

a massively extended version of ruthlesscalculus’ post

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I made a very small noise to express a very large amount of happiness.

PLEASE, DON’T EVER DELETE THIS.

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geothebio:

Alright, kiddies, it’s that time again. Giveaway time! This giveaway is kind of sort of celebrating my approaching 30,000 follower mark, but really I just want to get rid of my leftover con merchandise. If you want to see my other tees just head on over to my RedBubble!

Here are the rules (please see before reblogging!):

  • This giveaway will end on August 1st, 2013, so you have plenty of time!
  • You can only reblog once. I repeat. ONCE. If you reblog more than once, it’s not very fair to the other people who want to win, and plus Tumblr doesn’t show multiple reblogs, so really it decreases your chances of winning.
  • Likes do not count.
  • You do not have to be following me, but it is always appreciated!
  • Please, for the love of god, have your ask or submit page open! I need to be able to contact you through tumblr!
  • I do not have any other sizes besides these, so please don’t ask. These tees are what I had leftover from my last con.
  • I will not do specific button requests, you get what I pull out of my magical button box. They’re all great though, don’t worry.
  • I might throw in some bookmarks! You’ll have to wait and see!
  • There will be three winners, each chosen at random with a random number generator. 
  • Each winner will receive one tee (out of the three shown), three random buttons, a hand-drawn doodle of choice, and a handy-dandy business card (those were leftover too I want to get rid of them jusT TAKE ALL OF MY THINGS).
  • If you are chosen as a winner, and your ask/submit pages are not open, I will choose someone else. If you are chosen and your ask/submit pages are up, you must respond to my contact within 24 hours or I will choose someone else.
  • I can ship world-wide, and I will pay for shipping. Customs fees are a bitch, but I will do it. Just know that it might take a while for your package to get to you! I’ll let you know when I’m sending them out!
  • The winners will get to choose their tees, first come first serve to whomever replies to me first! If you do not get the tee you wanted, I can always send you just a drawing by snail mail and I can choose a different winner of the tee!

Happy reblogging! If you have any questions just ask!

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gabrielsaunteredvaguelydownwards: sherlokidinthetardis: therewerebooksinvolved: sociallyawkwardginger: sxymo0finman: sadrobotinabowlerhat: homolily: 148km: … Th’ascending pile Stood fixt her stately height: and straight the doors Op’ning their brazen folds, discover wide Within her ample space o’er the smooth And level pavement: from the arched roof, Pendent by subtle magic, many a row Of starry lamps, and blazing cressets, fed With Naphtha and Asphaltus, yielded light, As from a sky. … my eyes got all wide when I realized the closest book was Paradise Lost fuck Originally, he had also proposed that sacrifice and autopsy follow a suitable period of observation “His chest felt hollowed out and empty.” uh oh “His mother was a Bosnian Muslim of Greek extraction.” “The next morning I woke cold and hungry and shivering, and bitten all over.” “An irreversible decision, one Jonah would have to live with for the rest of his life” “You really are my favorite cousin ,” I told her. “For him, they were ‘mere monstrosities’- abrupt accidents that might emerge under the watchful gaze of breeders, but not adaptive variations produced and propagated and then sustained in response to conditions in the natural environment.” She had nothing round her neck, and little drops of perspiration stood on her bare shoulders

gabrielsaunteredvaguelydownwards:

sherlokidinthetardis:

therewerebooksinvolved:

sociallyawkwardginger:

sxymo0finman:

sadrobotinabowlerhat:

homolily:

148km:

… Th’ascending pile
Stood fixt her stately height: and straight the doors
Op’ning their brazen folds, discover wide
Within her ample space o’er the smooth
And level pavement: from the arched roof,
Pendent by subtle magic, many a row
Of starry lamps, and blazing cressets, fed
With Naphtha and Asphaltus, yielded light,
As from a sky. …

my eyes got all wide when I realized the closest book was Paradise Lost

fuck

Originally, he had also proposed that sacrifice and autopsy follow a suitable period of observation

“His chest felt hollowed out and empty.”

uh oh

“His mother was a Bosnian Muslim of Greek extraction.”

“The next morning I woke cold and hungry and shivering, and bitten all over.”

“An irreversible decision, one Jonah would have to live with for the rest of his life”

“You really are my favorite cousin ,” I told her.

“For him, they were ‘mere monstrosities’- abrupt accidents that might emerge under the watchful gaze of breeders, but not adaptive variations produced and propagated and then sustained in response to conditions in the natural environment.”

She had nothing round her neck, and little drops of perspiration stood on her bare shoulders

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timelordy-teganbreann:

Lyrics by timetravellingtimelord

Come on Sherlock Holmes, just last the year
Just come on, get up, we were never here
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Staring at the pavement of blood and fallen fear

You tell me love would wreck it all
Cut out all the ropes and let you fall
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Right at the moment your name is what I call

And I told you to be patient
And I told you it’ll be fine
And I told you to be balanced
And I told you not to die

And in the morning, I’ll be with you
But it will be a different kind
‘Cause I’ll be holding down the tears
And you’ll be paying for your crimes

Come on Sherlock Holmes, what happened here?
You fell from a great height for someone dear
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Fallen, though you are, so slow on the hit

And I told you to be patient
And I told you it’ll be fine
And I told you to be balanced
And I told you not to die

And now all your love is wasted
Then who the hell was I?
‘Cause now I’m staring at the pictures
And at the end of your short life

Who will love you?
Who will fight?
Who will fall for those lies?

Come on Sherlock Holmes
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my

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FANDOM STYLE


WHAT IS THIS OH MY FUCKING GOD

CAN I MARRY THE GUY WHO DID THIS

CAN OUR SONGS ABOUT FANDOM HAVE CHILDREN

except his have actual production quality. oh well

HOLY SHIT IM DEAD LOLLOL