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A bit of a random page with no specific theme. A lot of johnlock and Marvel too

potterheads, grab your wands 

whovians, hop in your TARDIS 

supernatural fans, get the shotguns 

sherlockians, hire your consulting criminals 

 tributes, knock an arrow 

avengers fans, assemble 

lotr fans, unsheathe sting 

les mis fans, build a barricade 

gleeks, grab your slushies

imagine ur the homophobic writer who wrote the destiel confession scene and u think ur pandering to the stupid sjws while still withholding any explicit representation thinking the el gee bee tees are gonna have a gay meltdown and sing ur praises and kiss your toes when the episode airs but instead of that happening everyone laughs at you and not only are u a laughing stock for the site that used to worship your show this ship becomes a vessel of news for announcing putin’s resignation but then even that turns out to be a rumor and now thousands of people are too scared to go to sleep because their moms might sell them to one direction tomorrow

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if anyone cares, Putin is not officially stepping down. Only news source as far as I can tell that’s reporting that is the NY Post, which is basically a tabloid, and that report is based on a second hand source. Putin had said nothing, and no reputable news orgs have weighed in as of yet

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[ID: hashtag that reads “he’s waiting for johnlock to become canon first”]

NEW FIC

Rating: Teen and Up

Warnings: None

Fandom/Pairing: Sherlock/Johnlock

Chapters: 4/4

Words: 6k+

Tags: Love Confessions, Love Letter, After TLD, The Hug Scene ™, Repressed John, Establishing Johnlock, First Kiss, Inspired by Song, Romantic Gestures

“Romantic entanglement while fulfilling for other people–” “–would complete you as a human being.”

John is right. Sherlock has no doubt about it at this point. It has taken him long enough to realise and longer still to accept it but, with all the data at hand, there is no longer room for any other conclusion.

Yes, John is right and Sherlock has to do something about it. *Inspired by Vance Joy’s LAY IT ON ME*

CHAPTER 1: Sherlock

There really is no other way, Sherlock decides as he watches John finish his tea.

They are both sitting in their chairs, a fire happily crackling beside them, filling the flat with dancing, golden light. Rosie is perched on John’s lap, her little fingers reaching for his face and teacup. John dodges them expertly and bounces the leg she’s on. At the movement, Rosie lets out a high-pitched giggle, her mouth opening in rapture and revealing soft, pink gums. John chuckles and settles his arm more firmly around her, tugging the little girl closely to his chest.

The sight warms Sherlock more than the fire.

Rosie is growing so fast, he thinks as he watches her clap excitedly. Every time his gaze falls on her, she seems to be bigger by an inch at least, with more golden hair curling on her little head and a new sense of understanding in her round, blue eyes.

He can’t believe it’s been only a few months since her mother died. Rosie seems to be doing just fine now, but Sherlock can’t help but wonder if she notices the sudden gap in her life, if her brain can fathom the loss she has already suffered. Hopefully, she is too young to comprehend it.

John seems to have come to terms with it, at least. Ever since that fateful day at the hospital, when John had hit rock bottom as his fists and feet had met Sherlock’s body, ever since he had broken down later, on Sherlock’s birthday, at this very spot, his reins slackened enough for once to grant him weakness and vulnerability, he seems to be doing better every time Sherlock sees him.

His face tells of more sleep (even when taking the strain of being a single parent to a baby into account) and his hands disclose that he has widely given up on drinking. When he’s taken Sherlock to his check-ups at the hospital, and now, when he’s monitoring Sherlock’s recovery himself, John is calm and collected, a little more solemn than he used to be maybe, but he looks relieved, freed from a burden, as if it had taken this violent thunderstorm to finally wash off some of the dust and guilt that had settled on him over the years.

Sherlock has thought about this afternoon for the past five weeks, has replayed it in his mind palace second by second more times than he cares to count: the way John had cried in his arms. Sometimes his skin still itches with the memory of John’s soft skin under his fingers. The scent that had wafted off John’s hair, familiar and yet overwhelming, seems to linger in the air and re-enter his nose when he least expects it.

But that’s not all Sherlock thinks about.

No. YOU DON’T GET TO DO THIS AND SLIP UNDER THE RADAR. Anyone who’s seeing this, I beg you to reblog. I want as many people to see this shit as possible.

this is really true tho!!! my uncle was a cop in NY & FL and they taught him to shoot first if he had to. anytime a cop feels threatened (and they basically teach cops they’re always threatened) they can shoot. its rlly sick psychological torture shit to help create a police state tbh

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Also! Click here to contact his organization and remind him of the blood on his hands. These are his murders too, and everyone involved deserves to feel the weight of guilt. 

he’s not the only one teaching this, David Grossman is also incredibly guilty of training police to use extreme brutality, he’s writen books and holds police training seminars, despite the fact that he never actually saw action while in the military.  Behind the Bastards did an episode on him and have recently started a Behind the Police mini series

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2020 so far be like

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I really like how this post gets like 40 re-blogs for a differnt reason like every month and the worst part is we got like 6 months left fellas so I’m sure skme other stupid shit is gonna happen

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“What an astonishing thing a book is. It’s a flat object made from a tree with flexible parts on which are imprinted lots of funny dark squiggles. But one glance at it and you’re inside the mind of another person, maybe somebody dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, an author is speaking clearly and silently inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people who never knew each other, citizens of distant epochs. Books break the shackles of time. A book is proof that humans are capable of working magic.”

— Carl Sagan