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anarmytoaster:

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dduane:

sherlocksmug:

wheresmyfroggy:

Dear Sherlock Fandom,

I love you so much. Marry me? I offer this poster as a wedding present.

*the fan art in the poster is from: http://kogitsunenoyosora.tumblr.com/

Who took this picture? This was intended to be kept as a private portrait.

-SM 

:)

As absolutely insane as the mug shipping is, I love it so much. It’s the best kind of crack, the kind that is weird and hard to explain, but it still represents everything that’s sweet and lovely and community exclusive in the best kind of way.

arthur

we’ve gotta get our mugs back together

because this is a thing that now has to happen

wilbur, fuck yeah it’s gonna happen. And there will be pictures

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This morning, my mother was being annoying. Not nasty or anything, just being a nong. I wanted to get back at her and wasn’t quite sure how to until I saw her shoes sitting in front of the couch. I grabbed one, and as per the rules, hid it in plain sight.

I then announced, “THE SHOE IS IN PLAY!”, cackled madly, and left for work.

tacoface:

SHERLOCK/JOHN MIX - WE CAN DO THIS SO MUCH BETTER TOGETHER requested by twilights-blue 

LISTEN ON 8TRACKS | DOWNLOAD (right-click > save. it’s from my dropbox folder)

Oops wow so bad at picking titles, I just keep using lyrics. And cover is kind of cheesy but I couldn’t be bothered to do something better.

1. I Am Not A Robot - Marina and the Diamonds

You’ve been acting awful tough lately 
Smoking a lot of cigarettes lately 
But inside, you’re just a little baby 
It’s okay to say you’ve got a weak spot 
You don’t always have to be on top 
Better to be hated than loved, loved, love for what you’re not

You’re vulnerable, you’re vulnerable 
You are not a robot 
You’re lovable, so lovable 
But you’re just trouble

2. Sax Rohmer #1 - The Mountain Goats

Sailors straggle back from their nights out on the town
Hopeless urchins from the city gather around
Spies from imperial China wash in with the tide
Every battle heads toward surrender on both sides

And I am coming home to you
With my own blood in my mouth
And I coming home to you
If it’s the last thing that I do

3. Beautiful Freak - Eels

Some people think you have a problem
But that problem lies only with them
Just ‘cause you are not like the others 

But that is why I love you
Beautiful freak, beautiful freak
Yeah that is why I love you
Beautiful freak, beautiful freak

4. Together - Patrick Wolf

London Bridge, the rain at last
Back in these arms again
I’m sorry I hurt you
I hurt me too

Forgive my jealousy
That’s not the man I long to be
By your side my whole life
True love knows no sacrifice

And I can do this alone
But we can do this so much better
Together, together, together

5. Why Don’t You Take Care of Me - Jonathan Coulton

I think this handle is broken
No one can fix it cause no one knows how
That’s not the pen that I wanted
Come and look what you made me do now
I’m not surprised at all
I know how it goes
I get it

Why don’t you take care of me?
Why don’t you take care of me?
Why don’t you take care of me?
When you know that I can’t take care of myself at all?

6. Waste - Foster the People

You know its funny how freedom can make us feel contained
When the muscles in our legs aren’t used to all the walking
I know if you could snap both your fingers then you’d escape with me

But in the meantime I’ll just wait here and listen to you when you speak, or scream

And every day that you want to waste, that you want to waste, you can
And every day that you want to wake up, that you want to wake, you can
And every day that you want to change, that you want to change, yeah
I’ll help you see it through because I just really want to be with you

7. Obsessions - Marina And the Diamonds

Sunday, wake up, give me a cigarette.
Last night’s love affair is looking vulnerable in my bed
Silk sheet, blue dawn, Colgate, tongue warm
Won’t you quit your crying? I can’t sleep
One minute I’m a little sweetheart
And next minute you are an absolute creep

We’ve got obsessions
I want to wipe out all the sad ideas that come to me when I am holding you
We’ve got obsessions
All you ever think about are sick ideas involving me, involving you

8. You’re My Only Home - The Magnetic Fields

I will stay if you let me stay
and I’ll go if you let me go,
but I won’t go far away
because you’re my only home.

And I will hide what you want hidden
and I’ll roam if you say roam,
but I’d just as soon you didn’t
because you’re my only home.

humanywomany:

I fought the war, but the war won

a natasha romanoff fanmix

1. Devil In The Details by Placebo

All of my wrongs
No more wicked ways
Will come back to haunt me, come what may

2. Do You Want The Truth Or Something Beautiful by Paloma Faith

Sacred, lies in, telling tales
I can be who you want me to be
But do you want me?

3. Under The Gun by The Killers

She’s got her halo and wings
Hidden under his eyes
But she’s an angel for sure
She just can’t stop telling lies 

4. K.I.A (Killed In Action) by JET

I live in the middle of a combat zone
And I’m too scared to pick up the phone
I went to the market to fill up my heart
Now I’m in a coma, state of the art

5. Monster Hospital by Metric

I fought the war but the war won’t stop for the love of god

I fought the war but the war won

6. Bulletproof by La Roux

Tick, tick, tick, tick on the watch
And life’s too short for me to stop
Oh, baby, your time is running out

7. Femme Fatale by R.E.M

It’s not hard to realize
Just look into her false colored eyes
She builds you up to just put you down

8. Blindness by Metric

What it is and where it stops nobody knows

You gave me a life I never chose

I wanna leave but the world won’t let me go

9. Paradise by Coldplay

When she was just a girl she expected the world

But it flew away from her reach                                                        

and the bullets catch in her teeth

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Compromised; A Clint/Coulson Fanmix 

xkelociraptor:

• Search and Destroy : Peaches
• Yes Sir : Goldfrapp
• Radar (Bloodshy & Avant Remix) : Britney Spears
• Government Hooker (WBMK Remix) : Lady Gaga
• Sweet Dreams (OK DAC Remix) : Beyonce
• In For The Kill (Danger Ocean Remix) : La Roux
• Skin (Matt Hixxon Remix) : Rihanna
• Revolver (One Love Remix) : Madonna
• Cupid Boy (Stereogamous Vocal Mix) : Kylie Minogue
• D Is For Dangerous : Allison Iraheta

You might argue that clint/coulson requires a less dancey mix…. and I might put my hand over your mouth and go, “Shhhhh just let it happen” while I pet your hair.

Follow the cut to check out the preview video and download link. Happy listening! :D

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thirtysecondstogallifrey:

Work it harder, make it better, do it faster, makes us stronger [x]

click. the. X.

DO IT.

You will not regret it.

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homewreckingwhore:

They told me the big black Lab’s name was Reggie, as I looked at him lying in his pen. The shelter was clean, no-kill, and the people really friendly. I’d only been in the area for six months, but everywhere I went in the small college town, people were welcoming and open. Everyone waves when you pass them on the street.

But something was still missing as I attempted to settle in to my new life here, and I thought a dog couldn’t hurt. Give me someone to talk to. And I had just seen Reggie’s advertisement on the local news. The shelter said they had received numerous calls right after, but they said the people who had come down to see him just didn’t look like “Lab people,” whatever that meant. They must’ve thought I did.

But at first, I thought the shelter had misjudged me in giving me Reggie and his things, which consisted of a dog pad, bag of toys almost all of which were brand new tennis balls, his dishes and a sealed letter from his previous owner.

See, Reggie and I didn’t really hit it off when we got home. We struggled for two weeks (which is how long the shelter told me to give him to adjust to his new home). Maybe it was the fact that I was trying to adjust, too.
Maybe we were too much alike.

I saw the sealed envelope. I had completely forgotten about that. “Okay, Reggie,” I said out loud, “let’s see if your previous owner has any advice.”
____________ _________ _________ _________

To Whomever Gets My Dog:

Well, I can’t say that I’m happy you’re reading this, a letter I told the shelter could only be opened by Reggie’s new owner. I’m not even happy writing it. He knew something was different.

So let me tell you about my Lab in the hopes that it will help you bond with him and he with you.

First, he loves tennis balls. The more the merrier. Sometimes I think he’s part squirrel, the way he hoards them. He usually always has two in his mouth, and he tries to get a third in there. Hasn’t done it yet. Doesn’t
matter where you throw them, he’ll bound after them, so be careful. Don’t do it by any roads.

Next, commands. Reggie knows the obvious ones —-“sit,” “stay,” “come,” “heel.”

He knows hand signals, too: He knows “ball” and “food” and “bone” and “treat” like nobody’s business.

Feeding schedule: twice a day, regular store-bought stuff; the shelter has the brand.

He’s up on his shots. Be forewarned: Reggie hates the vet. Good luck getting him in the car. I don’t know how he knows when it’s time to go to the vet, but he knows.

Finally, give him some time. It’s only been Reggie and me for his whole life. He’s gone everywhere with me, so please include him on your daily car rides if you can. He sits well in the backseat, and he doesn’t bark or complain. He just loves to be around people, and me most especially.

And that’s why I need to share one more bit of info with you…His name’s not Reggie. He’s a smart dog, he’ll get used to it and will respond to it, of that I have no doubt. But I just couldn’t bear to give them his real name. But if someone is reading this … well it means that his new owner should know his real name. His real name is “Tank.” Because, that is what I drive.

I told the shelter that they couldn’t make “Reggie” available for adoption until they received word from my company commander. You see, my parents are gone, I have no siblings, no one I could’ve left Tank with .. and it was my only real request of the Army upon my deployment to Iraq, that they make one phone call to the shelter … in the “event” … to tell them that Tank could be put up for adoption. Luckily, my CO is a dog-guy, too, and he knew where my platoon was headed. He said he’d do it personally. And if you’re reading this, then he made good on his word.

Tank has been my family for the last six years, almost as long as the Army has been my family. And now I hope and pray that you make him part of your family, too, and that he will adjust and come to love you the same way he
loved me.

If I have to give up Tank to keep those terrible people from coming to the US I am glad to have done so. He is my example of service and of love. I hope I honored him by my service to my country and comrades.

All right, that’s enough. I deploy this evening and have to drop this letter off at the shelter. Maybe I’ll peek in on him and see if he finally got that third tennis ball in his mouth.

Good luck with Tank. Give him a good home, and give him an extra kiss goodnight - every night - from me.

Thank you,

Paul Mallory
____________ _________ _________ _______

I folded the letter and slipped it back in the envelope. Sure, I had heard of Paul Mallory, everyone in town knew him, even new people like me. Local kid, killed in Iraq a few months ago and posthumously earning the Silver
Star when he gave his life to save three buddies. Flags had been at half-mast all summer.

I leaned forward in my chair and rested my elbows on my knees, staring at the dog.

“Hey, Tank,” I said quietly.

The dog’s head whipped up, his ears cocked and his eyes bright.

“C’mere boy.”

He was instantly on his feet, his nails clicking on the hardwood floor. He sat in front of me, his head tilted, searching for the name he hadn’t heard in months. “Tank,” I whispered.

His tail swished.

I kept whispering his name, over and over, and each time, his ears lowered, his eyes softened, and his posture relaxed as a wave of contentment just seemed to flood him. I stroked his ears, rubbed his shoulders, buried my
face into his scruff and hugged him.

“It’s me now, Tank, just you and me. Your old pal gave you to me.” Tank reached up and licked my cheek.

“So whatdaya say we play some ball?” His ears perked again.

“Yeah? Ball? You like that? Ball?”

Tank tore from my hands and disappeared into the next room. And when he came back, he had three tennis balls in his mouth.”

cRIES

This is just. This is Craig and Cj and I may be legitimately about to cry

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jesusxig:

suzucachoo:

Xig.

I have a confession.

when i see ‘Lukas’ on skype, i do not read it lu-kas. I read it as the plural of luka. I have five lukas (god help me).

that is all　

I’m sorry it had to come out this way but… I am actually five people. It was a sorry state of affairs when we all kind of culminated into one being but… we work through it.

Luka Luka Luka Luka and Luka out

I

cannot

cope with this planet anymore.

arth out >ollies over to pluto

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Xig.

I have a confession.

when i see ‘Lukas’ on skype, i do not read it lu-kas. I read it as the plural of luka. I have five lukas (god help me).

that is all