do you ever notice how like, we have our own language for fanfic that only readers understand?
“36k wip destiel hs au on ao3”
I can’t believe I understood all those words
oh my god
It’s the secret language of shippers.
Three weeks ago, my friend Joe lost his father to a long battle with cancer. Earlier this week, Joe’s mother got in a fatal car accident which resulted in her death. Joe is a senior in high school and most of his money was already going towards paying bills for his family. Unfortunately, now he has no more close family and has the responsibility of paying for the funerals for both of his parents.
I know most of you probably won’t be able to help, but I knew it couldn’t hurt to spread the word. My school and community are trying to come together to raise money to help him out with the funeral expenses.
If there is any chance you are able to make any sort of financial donation to helping him out, please contact me on my personal blog for more information. Something like a $10-20 donation could help tremendously, but please remember that even the smallest amounts (even $1 if that’s all you can do) will be greatly appreciated.
Even if you can’t donate money, it would be wonderful if you could spread the word. Prayers and positive vibes sent his way could also be a great help. This is a tragic thing for someone at his age to be going through. Please do anything you can to help whether it’s donations, spreading the word, or prayers for him.
And I have seen people writing that they hated how my hair looks in certain roles and it’s just like.. I don’t give a FUCK
Anonymous asked: this might get buried so deep among all your other asks but I just had to say in TGG Jim came back and decided to kill Sherlock right after he and John inappropriately flirting in a pool talking about stripping and people might talk. Jealous much?
Yessssss! I never noticed that until loudest-subtext pointed it out and now every time I watch this scene I crack up when I see that mic still hooked on John’s jacket.
"Ciao, Sherlock Holmes." piiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimp omg
now watch me walk away that’s right honey you had no idea what you’ve been missing but now you know
yeah i bet you will catch me later but only when i want you to
alright speak into the mic now baby tell me what you thought
*heavy breathing* "Are you alright?!"
*heavy breathing intensifies* "Sh-Sherlock!"
the FUCK is going on in there
*groaning* "Oh, christ…"
*gasping for air* "Are you okay?"
WHO FUCKING CARES JUST FUCKING SAY SOMETHING ABOUT MY SUIT
*seriously labored panting* "Yeah, me, I’m fine…that thing you did, that was…good."
THING? WHAT THING?
"I’m glad no one saw that…you ripping my clothes off in a darkened swimming pool. People might talk."
OH HELL NO
"People do little else."
SORRY BOYS I’M SO FUCKING CHANGEABLE PUT IT BACK IN YOUR PANTS “DOCTOR”
YOU CAN’T ACTUALLY BE INTO THAT JUMPER WEARING MOTHERFUCKER I PULLED OUT THE WESTWOOD FOR YOU I’M A GODDAMN SEX GOD LOOK AT MY EYEBROWS DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH THIS SHIT COST AND THAT’S NOT ALL THAT’S BEEN WAXED I KNOW YOU LIKE YOUR CRIMINALS CLEAN SHAVEN SO LET’S FUCKING DO THIS
TURN AROUND AND LOOK AT ME ASSHOLE JESUS CHRIST THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU
oh my fucking god you’re still into Doctor Wankshit.
well then you can’t be allowed to continue because it’s Mr. Sex or no one i mean i fucking strapped bombs to people for your virgin ass what else does a boy have to do to get some fucking attention besides dress like your fucking DAD i mean do i need to go shopping for flannel or something?
omg lol flannel. as if.
Jealous Moriarty is my headcanon, thanks to LSiT.