cane pole


     “No way, I’m not taking a picture with some bearded drunk in a mall.”

     “Why would you assume he’s a drunk?”

      “The last one was,” Dean mumbled.

     You’d been just about to leave the mall - the star Dean picked out to top your future Christmas tree swinging in the bag you carried, the metal’s delicate framework of whirls protected by tissue paper and a sturdy silver box - when you spotted the one thing you knew Dean was trying to avoid. The North Pole.

     Or, at least, a big green chair with a Santa look-a-like atop it, surrounded by fake snow and trees, and a tall candy cane pole with a sign done in beautiful calligraphy informing the mall’s patrons this was meant to be the North Pole. Dean had recoiled.

     “Come on, it won’t be that bad! It’s not like you have to sit on his lap and tell him what you want for Christmas, I just want a picture.” Dean frowned at you and shook his head. You reached forward and wrapped your arms around his waist, the bags in your hand hitting the back of his legs. “Please,” you whispered, pushing yourself as close as you dared in this public setting, “I promise I’ll make it up to you when we get back home.”

     Dean raised his eyebrows and soften his scowl. “Oh really?” He shifted his own bags to one hand and slid the other around your waist. “And how do you plan to do that?”

     “It’s a secret, but trust me you’ll like it!”

     Dean seemed to consider for a moment, just barely hiding the smile your effervescent grin created in his own features, then sighed and pulled you closer. “Fine, if it’ll make you happy.”

     “Yay!” You planted a quick kiss on Dean’s lips and grabbed his hand from your waist, dragging him towards the line for Santa’s tiny North Pole. It almost felt like he was pulling you backwards, but you soldiered on anyway.

     The crowd of people waiting for a picture were unsurprisingly young and you received more than a few questioning looks – some more like glares – from the mothers of the kids in line. You ignored them and squeezed Dean’s hand as he stiffened with discomfort.

     “Next!” A cheery elf called, opening the little red and white stripped gate and ushering you and Dean inside.

     Now that you were here you had to admit that you, too, felt uncomfortable – though you wouldn’t tell Dean - trying to take a picture with man in a red suit meant to provide entertainment for children. But you’d begged Dean to do it so you marched forward and sat on the seat beside the mall Santa, feeling unbelievably grateful that his chair was more like a couch and there was plenty of room. Dean stood beside you and didn’t even consider taking the spot on the other side of the bearded man.

     “Say Merry Christmas!” a second elf singsonged.

     You did as instructed and found yourself bolting from your chair as soon as the flash went off. You and Dean collected your picture and paid, thanking the colorfully dressed employees and heading out to the parking lot hand in hand.

     “See, that wasn’t that bad!” you said.

     Dean’s only response was to yank your hat over your eyes.

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What she says: I’m fine

What she means: All the gifs and vines and mini videos of the EXO'RDIUM are out and there is so much wet dancing, pole/cane grinding, and flashing abs and I’m currently in a puddle of feels yet I’m not even at the concert location!!!!!!!

i wish i could have a sick people party w all of you tbh. We could watch movies and drink water or smth
and we could decorate our wheelchairs, canes, braces, IV poles, etc w stickers and stuff and yeah basically i wish that could be a thing


The missing fence pole of the fence at Baker Street is first seen here, in relation to John.  John comes to the door with his cane and knocks.  I like to think of John’s cane as the missing fence pole at Baker Street.  But, not just that, John will come here to lose his cane.  Just like the absent pole at Baker Street, his cane will disappear, too.      

John has the missing piece that Baker Street needs.  He loses his cane and leaves it symbolically here, outside, as part of the fence.  

If John’s cane is a symbol for his erection then the fence could be a symbol for an empty space into which John may put said erection.  Sherlock’s future flat has the would-be place for John’s cane to go into.

alaskan gothic

* with patience, you can convince the silt down by the river to swallow you up to your knees. it is more difficult to convince it to let you go.

*there are crumbling cabins in the woods. don’t approach them: they are ringed with signs warning that trespassers will  be shot. in the night, sometimes, bangs ring out. it is probably fireworks. probably.

*the salmon drying on the rack has been there for twenty years. the tourists do not need to know this.

* if you climb the rickety ladder in an abandoned dredge up up up you can look down on the rusty gears below. careful! the floor is old. 

* under the candy-cane lights of north pole, santa statues smile with decaying mouths.

* there is an old outhouse in the woods near the ski trails. children say that someone died there. children say many things. it is true, though - the heavy concrete structure should be left alone. the world grows silent and cold around it.

* there are summer days that never end. there are winter days that never begin.

* the tundra is covered in bleached white antlers. moss has grown up around some, digging deep into the bones.

* the polaris building looms over downtown, eleven stories of peeling pink paint and boarded-up windows. it claims to be “looking for love again”. it has not found it. the newspaper calls it empty and decaying, always alone.

* in spring the ice sculptures fill with holes as they melt. they crumble into slush slowly, losing arms first, and then heads.

* at the transfer site, ravens watch you as you heave your trash into the dumpsters. they watch you as you drive past the macdonald’s parking lot, circle above your car, black dots on a blue blue sky.

* the land stretches out on all sides. you can drive for days and not escape.