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sherlock writes john a rainy day song, to be played when it is raining or when it would feel better if it were raining. and when john gets the black thunderclouds in his mind, he can always say to sherlock, play the rainy day one, and it’s perfect, because it gives john a way to communicate his state of mind without having to be vulnerable right away, and it gives sherlock a way to comfort all in one go.

and eventually john records it and loads it onto his phone, and then he can play it for sherlock, too. and they can fold up onto the sofa together and listen to the rain and the violin and, when they’re ready finally to talk, they listen to each other, too.

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Hi guys ~ I hope you’re having a great week so far! ヽ(๏∀๏ )ノ

Real quick update here. Recently, as I’ve been doing the 2K requests, it comes to my attention that some of the newer people seem to misunderstand that I am taking requests on the fly right now? I’d like to address this issue and make things clearer.

No, I am not taking requests.

Reasons for that are:

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Just throwing this out there to keep myself accountable but…I’m going to be posting Watch Me on Monday.  It will be my first smut one shot since September so please be gentle haha.  Also…sorry to all the Namjoon stans.  I love you.

I can’t stop thinking about the wisecrack carrie fisher would make about debbie reynolds dying a day after her: the joke about her family, always bringing the drama, the ‘she couldn’t stand to let me have all the attention even when I had just died. I want you all to remember that I did it first.’  

I like to imagine her in the afterlife adding material to her stand up: ‘I’m really disappointed to be here tonight, I was hoping I’d get to haunt george lucas for that metal bikini.’ ‘do you know how long the line for this place is? I flipped off nancy reagan and fidel castro on the way in. ’ ‘when I said dear lord please don’t let me live to see that orange buffoon be president I should have been a helluva lot more specific.’

playing to a sold out audience, her mother in the front row. bowie and rickman at a table in the back. 

So about those space orcs...

I’ve seen a lot of posts about humans pack-bonding with frankly everything, no matter how big, scary, threatening, lethal or oozy.

But you know what I haven’t seen?

Humans entrusting their young to their pack-bonded friends. Because that’s a thing we do. We entrust our children to our friends. We entrust our children to our dogs. We befriend the biggest, meanest, scariest shit, and then we dump our defenseless, hasn’t-even-got-a-fully-fused-skull-yet offspring on them. Half for shits-and-giggles, half because it’s cute, mostly because children are exhausting and we need a nanny.

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·· I was under the impression that quinces were bow-and-arrow using savages…But after witnessing that, I guess they’re quite civilized… ··

                                                           - Happy Birthday @vegeet // 2.28.17

he’s gonna start reciting a poem any minute.