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Sherlock frickin’ Holmes
  • Sherlock “texts a restaurant owner specifically to go out of his way and come to the flat with John’s abandoned cane to prove his limp is psychosomatic” Holmes
  • Sherlock “lemme just put up my dukes and fight this enormous golem dude ” Holmes
  • Sherlock “goes to Buckingham palace wearing nothing but a sheet just to annoy his brother” Holmes
  • Sherlock “proves a huge frickin’ hell hound was just a hallucination by mixing a fear-inducing drug into his friend’s coffee and scaring the shit out of him in a lab” Holmes
  • Sherlock “gets placed in a jail cell due to excessive showing off” Holmes
  • Sherlock “pretends to take his best friend hostage to avoid being arrested” Holmes
  • Sherlock “literally fakes his own death” Holmes
  • Sherlock “dresses up as an over the top French waiter to surprise his friend with the fact that he’s not actually dead” Holmes
  • Sherlock “vaults over a table, bounces around the room, and talks about murder during his best man speech” Holmes
  • Sherlock “breaks out of a hospital, does a bunch of elaborate shit I’m not even gonna get into, then mediates the weirdest marriage counseling session ever with John and Mary, all while bleeding internally” Holmes
  • Sherlock “has a drug-induced dream about himself and people significant to him in the Victorian era, with maximum gothic drama” Holmes
  • Sherlock “calls his infant goddaughter by her last name” Holmes
  • Sherlock “walks around in such a way that he spells out the words “fuck off” with phone tracking just to mess with his brother” Holmes
  • Sherlock “aggressively recites Henry V while high off his ass and waving around a loaded revolver” Holmes
  • Sherlock “tosses said revolver to the side just to catch a falling cup of tea in midair can you say BRITISH” Holmes
  • Sherlock “finds out he has a sister, decides to get the truth out of his brother with the aid of a horror scenario complete with a creepy little girl, a fucking CLOWN, and portraits bleeding from their eyes Holmes
  • Sherlock “steals a boat, calls himself a pirate, and jumps into the air with his coat flapping in full grandiose fashion” Holmes
Exhibit Four is a photograph of a Guaymi Indian woman whose name is being kept secret. If she is alive today, she is well into middle age. Diagnosed with leukemia in 1991, she sought treatment in a hospital in PAnama City. While there, samples of her blood were drawn and her cell line was “immortalized” and stored in the United States, without her knowledge or consent. Two American scientists, listing themselves as “inventors” of her cell line, applied for its patent in 1993 and placed her cell line on sale at the American Type Culture Collection for $136. They did so on behalf of the Center for Disease Control because of the cell line’s commercial promise and because the government encourages scientists to patent anything of interest.
—  Laurelyn Whitt: Science, Colonialism, and Indigenous Peoples, The Cultural Politics of Law and Knowledge 

for @reshopgoufa

credence barebone, fae of the forest, is captured by grindelwald and placed in the same cell as percival graves, being kept alive for use of his hair for polyjuice potion. the forest will bring back its guardian if it has to destroy itself in the process.

She had loved that cat-a paper mached thing with its back arched and made of many colors. It held a prominent place in her cell at the prison. When the prison fell, she’d been too caught up in avoiding and then finding people to care about the cat. People you cared about were worth more than a flimsy statue any day.

Then there had be rapists and cannibals to worry about.

And then Alexandria, the herd and Carl.

She still felt a lump in her throat at the flashback of Carl falling amongst all those walkers.

But once their journey had quieted, she couldn’t help but think of that silly little cat. It had brought her good luck, a symbol of the start of her friendship with Carl. A symbol of the start of her love with Rick. Her family: Glenn. Maggie. Sasha.

She let it slip how much she missed it one day when Carl was doing physical therapy and Rick was lounging around the house. Carl had finally came back to them two weeks earlier and found his way back home in the last week.

“I actually liked that cat.” She’d tucked her robe closer as she heated up water for tea.

“Seriously?” Rick had tilted his head and given her an incredulous smile. His crooked teeth making him look more charming.

“Yes. Seriously.”

“It was ugly,” Carl had said, his ball bouncing against the wall with a steady thud.

“It was art,” she’d grounded out.

“Ugly art,” Rick chimed in.

Michonne had scowled. “I liked it and I miss it.”

The tea kettle had whistled and broken the conversation, keeping her from launching into a defense of the beautifully, ugly little creature. It was the only time anyone had brought it up.

Until Rick handed her an even uglier cat that he struggled not to bleed on.

She loved it immediately. Her hand kept flicking its springy tail and nuzzling its bulky head as they drove away from the trash heap.

She loved what it symbolized; the amount of care she continuously saw Rick take with their love and relationship. The days of only worrying about whether the solar panels were holding up or the crops were growing were over with Negan perched over their shoulders constantly yammering and batting people to death.

But Michonne knew this cat was one of those things she could bury in her heart and not have it taken. Not only the trash heapers were takers. Their whole world seemed to be taking.

Rick lifted her hand and gave it a gentle kiss.

Except Rick. Rick was a giver. Carl was a giver. Judith was a giver.

And the silly, ugly looking cats in her life were symbolic of that.

We’re in this together

Author’s note: Bit of a filler for Something Peculiar series. I’ll release Part 6 later on today. But have some cute fluffy fluff fluff adoration because it’s needed. 
Missed Part 5? ACCIO PART 5

‘W-w-what? I-i-It can’t be! Not right now!’ Newt’s panic visible in full force.
‘I don’t think I get a say in-ARGH’ She yelped, sinking to her knees.

Newt picked her up, carrying her in his arms, jogging to the nearest confined area he could find; which happened to be in an empty cell.
He placed Y/N on the floor of the cold cell, kissing her forehead, apologising profusely when she contacted the floor.
Her breathing laboured, her eyes shut for fear of letting the pain release tears.
Newt stroked her hair, her hand grasping his in a rhythm for every contraction that came.
‘Remember when you told me?’ Newt asked, trying to distract her from the impending pain.
She nodded.

*8 Months Earlier*
Newt had panicked when she suggested going to St Mungo’s. He had been so focused on his creature’s; he hadn’t noticed his ray of sunshine fall unwell over the past couple of months.
He’d noticed she seemed nauseous and tired; but long distance journeys never sat well with her and travelling would exhaust anyone.

‘Look it’ll be nothing, probably a stomach bug’ She has reassured.
‘And you don’t want me to go with you?’ Newt questioned.
She smiled ‘Stay here, look after the creatures – plus the Niffler’s discovered the cutlery draw so he’s been itching to take them and Tom, Marlow, Poppy, Titus and Finn have been frightening Pickett again. He’s been hiding in your coat pocket all morning in case you hadn’t noticed’
Newt glanced down, seeing the top of Pickett’s leaves poking out.
‘On that note Mr Scamander…’ She said, teasingly, straightening his coat collar out. ‘I need to go now and make sure you give Pickett lots of love and try not to kill the Niffler whilst I’m gone’
Newt chuckled and kissed her goodbye, then scooped Pickett out of his pocket and settled him in his hand.

It was early in the evening she had arrived back home. Newt had begun to worry, he considered roaming the streets of London for her, when he heard keys in the lock.
She came into the living room, Newt stood by the fire, his panic settled; but his nerves shot.
He saw her and rushed towards her, pulling her into his arms.
‘Where have you been? I’ve been so worried!’ Newt rambled, kissing the top of her head.
She remained silent. Newt pulled away slightly, he looked at her; she seemed different.
She looked terrified, but glowing. He put a hand to her cheek, caressing it softly.
‘What’s wrong my love?’
She gazed at Newt, then let out a huge sigh.
‘I love you, you know that right?’ She said.
‘And I love you too, but you’re scaring me right now’

Without blinking an eye, she whispered
‘Newt…I’m pregnant’

Present Time
‘You scared me so much that day Y/N’ Newt enlightened.
She was breathing fast, panting through her contractions.
Her hand grasped his tightly. ‘I thought something had happened to you…’ He paused when he heard her whimpering through her contraction. He rubbed her back, trying to find anyway to comfort her.
‘I-i-I…don’t know…what I’d do…without you…here with me’ She puffed.

Newt replied, squeezing her hand, gently ‘We’re in this together, my love’ 

Tags: @too-coolio-for-youlio1 @hopelessjoyful-dreamer  @ happyozgu @ werniks666  @sweetlittlequeer

Oh hey that’s one of the places with the cells in the, and it appears to be in the fingers.

I still want to see that giant green Voltron this hand was a part of.

The worst part of this is that Connie is suffering because of Steven’s inability to communicate with her. She’s freaking out, and now she’s blaming herself.

I want to punch something.


And the winners are...

Thank you SO MUCH to everyone who entered. The entries were wonderful and so much fun to read! As always, I am blown away by my Tumblr family.

Below are the winners! These were chosen by myself and the lovely @oriona75. Their wonderful fics will be posted throughout the rest of the day- be sure to show them some love!

10th place- He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not by @roxy-davenport

9th place- Wild Hearts by @superlockedincabinhufflepuff

8th place- Dark Sorrow by @thing-you-do-with-that-thing

7th place- Mad World by @singingflames

6th place- Don’t Blame It On Me by @blushingsamgirl

5th place- Cell Block Winchester by @kittenofdoomage

4th place- Wild Heart by @torn-and-frayed

3rd place- Another Chip Off His Already Broken Heart by @chelsea072498

2nd place- When I Needed You Most by @instagramless-ruth


Imperfect by @zepppie

CONGRATULATIONS! Thank you for your wonderful sories!

Again, their fics will be posted throughout the day today, so make sure to read and appreciate these lovely pieces!

Devine (Part Three)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: non

Summary: As a young child you came in contact with an entity. It possessed your body and gave you unthinkable powers. You managed to keep your power hidden for the most of your life, but one day everything goes wrong and you get on the radar of The Avengers.

Word Count: 1.083

And here you were, banging your head against the metal bars that separated you from the rest of the world. The collar around your neck was starting to irritate you and the flashing red light didn’t help one bit.

You banged your head against the bars one last time before you sat down on the small metal bed that was placed in the cell. You placed you head in your hands and groaned.

How in the hell did you end up in this mess?

After The Avengers got rid of the men chasing you, they took you took The Avengers tower and put you in this cell. They hadn’t even given you the chance to explain yourself. Nope, they just locked you up like you were some sort of criminal.

You wanted to cry so badly, but you stayed strong. Now was not the time to be weak. You had to get out of here and find a new place to live.

Keep reading


0510 - Breakfast.

0700 - Given clothes and shaving equipment.

0725 - Front lobby visit by Carol Boone.

0740 - Return to cell.

0820 - Bundy to court.

0840 - Sgt. Kratz, Cpl. Frank, interior and exterior security check of cell.

1210 - Returned from court - fed lunch - 2 sandwiches, Jell-O, Kool-Aid.

1235 - To interview room for legal work.

1240 - Phone call to lawyers.

1315 - Return to cell.

1325 - To court.

1745 - Return from court - searched - fed.

1915 - Taken to court by Off. McClean & Clemmons.

1930 - Interior & exterior cell checked - by Fresco.

2235 - Returned from court by McClean & Clemmons - stripped searched & placed in cell by Fresco.

2235 - 2400 - Quiet.


2400 - 0530 - Sleeping.

0530 - Breakfast consisting of French toast, orange, syrup, coffee.

0530 - 0700 - Legal work in cell.

0710 - Razor & court clothes.

0815 - Court.

0930 - Cell & Catwalk cleaned and inspected.

1215 - Returned from court for lunch - 2 sandwiches, 2 pieces of cake & milk.

1230 - Visit with Carol Boone.

1305 - Returned to cell for legal work - placed in interview room.

1340 - Taken from interview room to court.

1745 - Bundy back from court - stripped, searched & put back by Off. Riesco.

1755 - Dinner consisting of ham hocks, greens, rice, beans, cornbread, cake.

1810 - Attorney interview - 2 attorneys - Harvey, Goode.

1905 - Attorneys left.

1905 - 2000 - Bundy in interview room, working on his case.

2001 - Returned to cell - strip search by Off. Riesco.

2005 - Phone call authorized by Lt. Hickey.

2195 - Returned to cell - long distance call completed.

2245 - Sleeping till 0515.

(Picture : Ted Bundy in court on June 27, 1979)

Ghost Heart
Decellularization is a tissue engineering technique designed to strip out the cells from a donor organ, leaving nothing but connective tissue that used to hold the cells in place. This scaffold of connective tissue - called a “ghost organ” for its pale and almost translucent appearance - can then be reseeded with a patient’s own cells, with the goal of regenerating an organ that can be transplanted into the patient without fear of tissue rejection.

Fun Fact: In scary stories, authors will sometimes use the term “a place of dread” as in “the old mill was a place of dread for the villagers”. Now we know that we have a special kind of memory which attaches feelings to places. Specific neurons in the hippocampus (called “hippocampal place cells”) remember when and where your brain experiences a broad range of sensory stimulation and emotions, including fear. This explains why my cat is always nervous when she is on my desk sitting on my legal papers.

Me: *writes Vegeta doing/saying some rude shit that he literally did/said in canon*

Reader: I normally like Vegeta as a character, but he really pissed me off in this chapter and I don’t know why. :(

I really hate to break it to ya, but… Vegeta’s kind of an arrogant prick. Dunno if you missed the memo on that one, but he’s kinda been that way for, oh, I dunno… the whole show?

Scientists track down possible new treatment for epilepsy

Increasing the concentration of specific fats in the brain could suppress epileptic seizures. This is evident from ground-breaking research carried out by the research groups of Professor Patrik Verstreken (VIB-KU Leuven) and Professor Wim Versées (VIB-Vrije Universiteit Brussel). The results of their close collaboration have been published in the leading trade journal Nature Structural & Molecular Biology.

Professor Patrik Verstreken specializes in brain research, focusing on synapses. These are the junctions between two nerve cells where electrical signals are transmitted. In various brain disorders — such as Parkinson’s disease — there is impaired communication at these synapses.

Professor Wim Versées examines the processes which take place in our cells, right down to the level of individual molecules and atoms. By figuring out the three-dimensional structures of protein molecules, he tries to obtain crucial information about their role in the cell and the mechanisms which underlie various disorders.

The key role of TBC1D24
In earlier research involving fruit flies, Professor Verstreken had already demonstrated that a protein known as ‘Skywalker’ plays a crucial role in maintaining communication between brain cells. An almost identical protein operates in the human brain under the name ‘TBC1D24’.

Professor Patrik Verstreken (VIB-KU Leuven): “Genetic mutations of the protein TBC1D24 cause a deviation known as the DOOR syndrome. Alongside deafness, deformed nails, brittle bones and mental retardation, this serious genetic disorder is characterized by neurodegeneration, movement disorders and epilepsy.”

Analysis with atomic precision
By joining forces with Professor Wim Versées at the VIB research center for structural biology, the scientists were able to figure out the three-dimensional structure of Skywalker, making it possible to study the protein in microscopic detail.

Professor Wim Versées (VIB-Vrije Universiteit Brussel): “Looking at Skywalker in this way gave us completely new insights into the precise function of this protein, and therefore also the function of the human protein TBC1D24. Among other things, we discovered that it connects with specific brain fats. And more importantly, this connection is impaired in over 70% of patients with a TBC1D24 mutation.”

Suppression of epileptic seizures
On the basis of this discovery, the scientists increased the concentration of specific brain fats in fruit flies with a Skywalker mutation. What happened? The epileptic seizures in the sick fruit flies were completely suppressed.

Professor Patrik Verstreken (VIB-KU Leuven): “Our work shows that increasing specific brain fats at the synapses of patients with a TBC1D24 mutation is a possible strategy for preventing epileptic seizures. And although our work focuses on people with TBC1D24 mutations, we think that our findings could be relevant to various forms of epilepsy.”

Scientific cross-pollination
Professor Wim Versées (VIB-Vrije Universiteit Brussel): “Our two research groups will now continue to collaborate in order to seek out strategies for increasing the concentration of specific fats in the brain to prevent epileptic seizures. This research stems from cross-pollination between structural biology, biochemistry and genetics, so we will certainly continue down this interdisciplinary route.”

someone please make a show that is a hybrid of House Hunters and Ghost Hunters, in which couples looking for a new place to live must either confront their very unrealistic expectations of the real estate market, or decide what degree of ghastly haunting they are willing to put up with in exchange for central air and hardwood floors

“the location’s great, it’s got three bedrooms and it’s just within your budget…but full disclosure: in the late nineties, a clown did murder another clown in here.”

"were they both dressed as clowns at the time.”

“looks like…they were, sandra. looks like they were. also i should mention this place gets patchy cell phone reception, and neighbors regularly complain about the strains of faint creepy circus music playing late at night.”

“oh shoot. um can we take another look at those walk-in closets?”

“of course!” (opens door) “lots of space for all your shoes in here, right sandra?”

“what? i—yeah.” (long, melancholy pause) “yeah.”