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#oh yeah I forgot

i'm seeing a lot of new ppl join tumblr who aren't making any spontaneous semi pathetic, oversharing personal textposts whatsoever and i just want to say you're doing it all wrong... this is not like instagram like meant to be some shiny highlight reel used to make u look good its supposed to be an incriminatingly revealing dark intimate look into your life & inner psyche while simultaneously no one knows who u are or gives a fuck... anyway hope this helps some of u get on the right track

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J. K. Rowling and Neil Gaiman are such a funny contrast to me, like Rowling: Oh, and by the way, I put gay characters in my books. People: Is there anything... showing that? Rowling: No. Also trans women don't deserve respect People: wtf Gaiman: Here are some immortals that transcend all human concepts of gender and attraction who use a variety of pronouns, and also some clearly canon human queers. People: Are the immortals queer? Gaiman: That is an entirely valid way to view them. Other people: Ugh, pushing a modern woke agenda. It used to be- Gaiman: Fuck you

Yes, this is me.

Me: I just want to sleep

Brain: Hey remember that internet argument you got into like ten years ago with someone you can't even remember

Me: Please I'm so tired

Brain: I've written a 400,000 word rebuttal which I am going to narrate to you now

Me: please

Brain: Chapter One: How Dare You

Ooo what an awesome way to follow your breath in meditation!!

Ever since I found out the word “inspire” meant “to breathe INTO,” as in being inspired meant something divine was breathing its breath/spirit into someone, repeating this a couple times (preferably outside) has been helping with my anxiety:

Deep breath in: “The world breathes into me.”

Breath out: “I breathe into the world.”

(You could of course substitute a deity or spirit or something else for “the world” if that’s your thing. It just isn’t mine.)

DOCTOR WHO (2005) - The Star Beast

So satisfying and yet so incredibly infuriating.

He tells her

I can't NOT reblog something that made me laugh so hard that, at one point, I was in very real danger of choking on my mini wheats.

some of my favourite sign fails <3

When your neurodivergent brain™️ decides that you have to do a certain thing before doing anything else but you don’t want to or can’t do the thing so you get stuck and do nothing

my brain: well you showered and got dressed in nice clothes yesterday, good job.

my brain: you can spend the next approximately (3) days being a swamp goblin and dealing with your pain until you have to do it again.

The Celebration of Autism

Thank you for the introduction. Hello friends, allies, and fellow Autistic people. The tone of my piece will be a little different today, but I’d like to start by sharing pieces of my story.

In my earliest memory, I am standing in a sunbeam. I move my hands so that the light scatters, becoming a golden glow, and watch the dust particles float like little cosmos and galaxies. I am three years old when a daycare employee grabs my fluttering fingers and squeezes so tight that tears make the world go dark. 

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Hosie is my new favorite thing now.

I know I shouldn’t ship it but like… LOOK AT THEM

I love watching the sun leak through the surface of the ocean 

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On set

Gaaaaaaah I love it so much

It’s very late and that underappreciated moment in asip when John comments on all the rubbish in the flat and Sherlock starts throwing stuff in boxes in an alarmed fashion like ‘Don’t go I can clean the thing I can clean 3 thing’ is corroding me

tenderest lines in bbc sherlock: 

“i never guess.” “yes, you do. what are you so happy about?”

“take my card.”

“feeling better?”

“uh, milk. we need milk.” “i’ll get some.” “really?” “really.” “and some beans, then?” “mmm.”

“that…thing that you, uh, that you did. that, um, you offered to do. that was, um…good.”

“somebody loves you.”

“look at them. they all care so much. do you ever wonder if there’s something wrong with us?” “all lives end, all hearts are broken. caring is not an advantage, sherlock.”

“i am sorry. forgive me. merry christmas, molly hooper.”

“this is low tar.” “well, you barely knew her.” 

“merry christmas, mycroft.” “and a happy new year!”

“are you sure tonight’s a danger night?” “no, but then i never am. you have to stay with him, john.”

“he’s sherlock. how will we ever know what goes on in that funny old head?”

“shame on you, john watson.” “shame on me?” “mrs. hudson leave baker street? england would fall.”

“so she’s alive, then? how are we feeling about that?” “happy new year, john.”

“my brother has the brain of a scientist or a philosopher, yet he elects to be a detective. what might we deduce about his heart?” “i don’t know.” “neither do i. but initially, he wanted to be a pirate.”

“i don’t have friends. i’ve just got one.”

“sentiment?” “sentiment.”

“ready?” “yes.”

“you look sad. when you think he can’t see you.”

“sherlock, i don’t want the world believing-” “that i’m what?” “a fraud.”

“no, i know you’re for real.” “100 percent?” “well, nobody could fake being such an annoying dick all the time.”

“you’re wrong, you know? you do count. you’e always counted and i’ve always trusted you. but you were right. i’m not okay.” “tell me what’s wrong.” “molly, i think i’m going to die.” “what do you need?” “if i wasn’t everything that you think i am, everything that i think i am, would you still want to help me?” “what do you need?” 

“please, will you do this for me?” “do what?” “this phone call, it’s my note. it’s what people do, don’t they? leave a note?” “leave a note when?” “goodbye, john.”

“i’m a doctor, let me come through. let me come through, please. he’s my friend. he’s my friend, please.”

“you told me once that you weren’t a hero. um, there were times i didn’t even think you were human, but let me tell you this: you were the best man the most human human being that i’ve ever known and no one will ever convince me that you told me a lie. so there. i was so alone and i owe you so much.“

“i’m not lonely, sherlock.” “how would you know?”

“i hope you’ll be very happy, molly hooper. you deserve it.”

“please john, forgive me for all the hurt i caused you.”

“look, i find it difficult. i find it difficult, this sort of stuff.” “i know.” “you were the best and the wisest man that i have ever known. yes, of course i forgive you.”

“oh, those things you said- such sweet things! i never knew you cared!”

“i asked you for one more miracle. i asked you to stop being dead.” “i heard you.”

“i mean, who leaves a wedding early?”

“into battle.”

“i thanked him for the trust he placed in me and indicated that i was, in some ways, very close to being…moved by it.”

“you- you mean-” “yes.” “i’m your…best…” “man.” “-friend?” “yeah, of course you are. of course you’re my best friend.”

“the point i’m trying to make is that i am the most unpleasant, rude, ignorant and all-round obnoxious arsehole that anyone could possibly have the misfortune to meet. i am dismissive of the virtuous, unaware of the beautiful, and uncomprehending in the face of the happy. so if i didn’t understand i was being asked to be best man, it is because i never expected to be anybody’s best friend. certainly not the best friend of the bravest and kindest and wisest human being i have ever had the good fortune of knowing.”

“john, i am a ridiculous man, redeemed only by the warmth and constancy of your friendship.”

“what’s wrong? what happened? why are you all doing that? john? did i do it wrong?” “no, you didn’t. come here.”

“clever?” “i’d say so.” “you would? am i important?” “to some people.”

“not you! not you! not you! you. it’s always you. john watson, you keep me right.”

“we wouldn’t do that, would we- you and me? we would never do that to john watson.”

“how dare you throw away the beautiful gifts you were born with? and how dare you betray the love of your friends?”

“human error.”

“hello, redbeard. they’re putting me down too, now. it’s no fun, is it?”

“john will cry buckets and buckets. it’s him that i worry about the most.”

“your loss would break my heart.” “what the hell am i supposed to say to that?”

“oh, sherlock. what have you done?”

“john, there’s something i should say, i’ve meant to say always and then never have. since it’s unlikely we’ll ever meet again, i might as well say it now. sherlock is actually a girl’s name.”

“you’ve been reading john’s blog. the story of how you met.”

“wherever i find him, whatever back alley or doss house, there will always be a list.”

“there’s always the two of us. don’t you read the strand?”

“since when do you call me john?” “you’d be surprised.” “no, i wouldn’t.”

“sherlock. promise me?”

“doctor watson? look after him, please?”

“you just like this dog, don’t you?” “well, i like you.”

“your life is not your own. keep your hands off it, do you hear me?”

“you can keep your scars.”

“well, that’s interesting.” “what is?” “the way you think.” “superbly?” “sweetly.” “i’m not sweet, i’m just high.”

“he’s not about thinking, not sherlock. no, no. he’s more emotional, isn’t he?” 

“i’m gonna make a deduction.” “oh, okay, that’s good.” and if my deduction is right, you’re gonna be honest, and tell me, okay?” “happy birthday.” “thank you, john. that’s…very kind of you.” 

“it’s okay.” “it’s not okay.” “no. but it is what it is.” 

Go sit in the corner and think about what you’ve done.

“i’ve never made a vow in my life and after tonight i never will again”

what a peculiar line. this makes absolutely no sense whatsoever, not to casual viewers and not even to the characters in the show including john.

it only makes sense to 2 parties: sherlock and people who know him to be in love with the groom.

The thing I love about John is that like…he’s so much more dangerous than Sherlock but everyone else was trying to warn him away like “that guy gets off on crime and you seem like a nice bloke, watch yourself.” They’re all scared for him like “one day we’ll be standing around a body and sherlock will be the one who put it there” and that very night they’re all standing around the cabbie’s body and John put it there. 

Calling autists everywhere!

This is my Spectrum is a zine by autistic people.  I’m preparing for the first issue and we’re looking for anything you want to contribute.  And we do mean ANYTHING!  Social media posts of any kind, writing, art, an opinion/story you want to share, a picture of a booger on a tissue that you sent in just because…  Anything goes.  As long as it’s by you and you’re autistic, it counts.  Message the editor here, or email content to thisismyspectrumzine@gmail.com

The deadline for the first edition is August 5th, 2018. The zine will be published on Tumblr and you will be credited unless you don’t want to be. Even if you don’t submit, please like and reblog for the signal boost.

This is great

OMFG, ROFL! I’m dying. I’m dead.

Roses are red, that much is true, but violets are purple, not fucking blue.

Happy Fourth of July to Steven Grant Rogers and no one else

No, indeed.

the most telling thing about the political climate this year is that usually my dash is filled with 4th of July posts by now but there’s been absolutely nothing… like nobody can even find the strength to post ironic eagle memes are you guys alright over there

How appropriate. Happy 4th. :)

Donald Trump gets attacked by an eagle.

This eagle truly represents America. What a majestic symbol.

My five-year Sherlock anniversary!

In my busyness with my upcoming move (6 days now!), I completely forgot to mark my fifth anniversary of having started to write fic in this fandom! I’m almost a week late! On June 15th, 2013, I posted the first chapter of my first Sherlock story, Resurrection. I’d been out of any fandom activity for over three years and in a way, it felt like my own resurrection, the resurrection of my identity as SilentAuror, of my “other” life, etc, and I was hella nervous about it. I had no idea if anyone would read my story, since I was a complete nobody in the Sherlock fandom. I’d had a massive readership in my Harry Potter days, but didn’t know if any of those folk had migrated over to the Sherlock sector (in happy news, some had! Big wave to you guys who’ve been reading my stuff since back in 2003!!!). I had formerly written over 1.4 million words of fiction in HP, so starting from scratch in a whole new fandom universe was a bit daunting. Back in the old days, we used to say that “a day on LJ (livejournal for you wee ones!) is like a week in the outside world”. I’d been gone for three years, so you can imagine how different the landscape looked! No one was on LJ anymore and the old archives I’d traversed were all ghost cities. Meanwhile, fandom had migrated to tumblr and ao3 was were everything was happening. It was wild. 

Since that time, I’ve now posted over 1.92 million words of Sherlock fiction (well: 4 of those are Freebatch, but it’s Sherlock-adjacent!) in 79 stories, with an 80th en route. Between them, my stories have an average of 16,700 hits, 1,014 kudos, 318 bookmarks, and 322 comments, and 2,254 currently voluntarily receive an email to find out when I’ve posted something. I still absolutely boggle at that, that anyone has subscribed to me that way! It’s really, really incredible. My most popular story remains, far and away, Best of Three, which currently has 104,861 hits, 686 comments, 1,933 bookmarks, and 4,502 kudos! You guys absolutely blow me away. 

On TOP of that, as if having my stuff read and generally (ha! There are always exceptions to keep one humble! Well, exceptions and haters, lol!) wasn’t enough, some of you also donate to the humble cause of keeping me clothed and fed and generally alive, which is beyond anything I ever could have expected, particularly in the summer of 2016 when I was hit with an unexpected and rather devastating financial crisis. I won’t embarrass (or expose!) any of you, but let me just say thank you, yet again. Some of my closer friends here beat me about the head with metaphorical sticks for not mentioning it more often (you know who you are, lol), so here it is: if you’re simply dying to become a monthly supporter of mine through Patreon, follow this link. If you’re more of a one-time donation sort and want to do that, you can find me on PayPal through silentauror@yahoo.com. This isn’t a request, to be clear: this is just me putting it out there for those of you who have the itch and good will and means to donate! You guys are beyond amazing, and if it helps, I believe wholeheartedly in karma and hope that it will come back around for you in ways beyond what you could imagine. <3333333333333

If you follow this blog but haven’t read any of my stories and would like to start, but aren’t sure where to start given how many there are (people do occasionally mention this as a deterrent!), I’ve just updated my Guide to (My) Fics! People also often ask what my favourite of my stories is, and I really can’t answer that one without listing half of them. (But really quick, in no particular order, I would HAVE to mention these, at the very least: Against the Rest of the World, Vena Cava, The Wisteria Tree, Bridging the Ravine, The Book of Silence, The Impossible Word, Right Hand Man, Love Is, The White Lotuses, A Case for Domestic Propinquity, The Unfinished Letters, Flesh and Blood and Bone and Heart, Scars (heed the warnings!!)…) You see what I mean. Impossible.  

It’s a bit poignant to me that the five years of my living in Québec (which started on June 1st, 2013) ties in so closely with my life in this fandom, but don’t worry - while I am moving away next Wednesday, I have every intention to go on writing stories about Sherlock and John for the foreseeable future, muses permitting! The Johnlock cookbook project is underway (recipes specifically from my fics!), and my sequel for The Book of Silence is now 16,800 words in and still going strong, and I have other stories planned for after that! It’s actually a great comfort to me to have the anchor of a story that I’m knee-deep in to help me transition from one place to another! Meanwhile, huge, huge thanks to any and all of you who have read my stories, whether you started way back with Resurrection or jumped in at any point since, whether you’ve read one fic or all of them, and for following me here on tumblr, for being my friend, for sharing the love of these characters and the actors who play them, for all of the discussions and all the rest of it. I love you guys and I’m hugging you all right now. <33333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333

I’m almost 100% positive that taking pictures of one’s food isn’t hipster if said picture is taken in one’s sweatpants whilst sitting in one’s bed. #iwokeuplikethis #classy #glutenfree #donuts #wevecomealongwaybaby