Sherlolly Halloweek: Day Four
  • *Bart's Halloween party*
  • Molly:*dressed as a pumpkin*
  • Mary:*dressed as Harley Quinn; groans* Pleeeeeease tell me who the father is! I swear I won't tell anyone.
  • Molly:*chuckles* I can't tell you. Not yet.
  • Mary:*sighs* Give me a clue.
  • Molly:*shrugs* He's here tonight.
  • Mary:*looks around; points* Greg?
  • Molly:*smiles* Maybe.
  • Mary:*raises an eyebrow* Mike?
  • Molly:Could be.
  • Mary:*eyes wide* Sherlock?
  • Molly:*nods* Equally possible.
  • Mary:*sighs* I give up.
  • *meanwhile*
  • Sherlock:*takes a deep breath* John?
  • John:*dressed as the Joker; sipping wine* Mmm?
  • Sherlock:*slowly* You know that Molly is pregnant-
  • John:*dressed as the joker; snorts* Yeah. Bastard just sleeps with her, knocks her up and does a runner *shakes his head; pointing dramatically* let me tell you, if I ever find out who did that to her, I'll beat them to death with their own shoe.
  • Sherlock:...
  • Sherlock:*smiles; hands him a bottle* Have more wine.

little-red-rabbit  asked:

*ninja in and put her in an cute sweater*

Woah !? What’s this colorful, tacky thing ?
ASTRELLA is surprised, but she seems to like the sweater.
Even if she doesn’t have arms, those floppy sleeves are cute !
Thank you, mysterious red rabbit ninja !

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161020 Myeong-dong Fansign (w/ Yoongi)

Q: Which members cuteness can’t lose to Holly’s cuteness?
*without hesitation Yoongi chooses himself*
Yoongi: It’s me.
Fan: ..?
Yoongi: I’m cuter than Holly.

Here we have it, Yoongi and his cute narcissism.



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*breathes deeply* It is finished. I am so happy. Well, all that’s left to say is congrats on 1M, @thatsthat24 and here’s to your next million!

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dear diary, today steve wrecked three motorcycles and a car. that’s still three less than last month

“Goodness had nothing to do with it.”

Clara and the Doctor resemble each other, in their love for adventure and saving the world, in their cleverness and recklessness, and in the chaos and destruction they’d be wiling to unleash for the other. For two people who are so similar, a story holding up a mirror between is a powerful thing.

Realisations can be discomforting, painful even. Clara slips into the Doctor’s role and the Doctor meets someone who calls herself by his name, who does not truy fit into this world in spite of looking the part, who readily chooses lying as a way to achieve her aim, who moves on after witnessing a death with no time for grieving. What does being the Doctor mean? He leaves Clara standing there, staring ahead, her expression puzzled.

Clara looks into a face which has gone through unimaginable terror for billions of years, she demands to know why, and is met by her own reflection. “Why would you even do that to yourself?,” asks the girl who jumped into the Doctor’s time stream to be torn into a million pieaces. “I have a duty of care, you know what that is?,” a teacher explains in another time, in another place. Wouldn’t she have done the same here, chosen the path that horrifies her? Would goodness have had something to do with it?