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This Mess is a Place

@techno-poet / techno-poet.tumblr.com

Just a person, trying to do stuff 🍋 18+ Only; May Contain Citrus 🍋
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I gained a couple of new followers recently, so I figured I might as well warn you all before you stick around:

  • this blog is a bunch of multifandom garbage (affectionate)
  • the queue is usually set up to post at least once an hour, because I hoard posts in my drafts and it’s becoming A Problem™
  • there are no rules here, and I post whatever I feel like
  • ship whatever you want, I know I certainly do

despite the seeming disorganization of this blog, I do actually have an extensive tagging system, but it might be one that only I can understand

and oh yeah, if I reblog something from you from like. years ago? it's because it got lost in my drafts and I'm only just now getting to it.

thank you for listening; please enjoy responsibly

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Just learned about the existence of this poem written by Vincent Starrett in 1942. I'm always so happy when I can learn more about the Sherlockian fandom and discover more of Sherlockiana.

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dduane

A verse very much on my mind today as I settle in to finish work on a first-time paid visit to 221B.*

*Adding the fairly belated realization that this is the third time now that I've pulled off this stunt of getting paid for writing in an IP I was already a fan of. (In this case, my very first major fandom.) Damn, but what a privilege. :)

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neil-gaiman

As a Baker Street Irregular, I need to reblog the poem. And Diane, obviously.

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kiss2012

eliot in the boys’ night out job is so funny he acts head over heels for hardison the whole time attempts to save parker and hardison’s relationship then tries to compensate for that by flirting with a hot nun and he’s in the process. of leaving with the hot nun. and he’s telling her not to stop to talk to the others. but then out of his OWN volition he reaches out to touch hardison’s arm for a goodbye. that was Your decision eliot.