Watching Them Kiss Just Might Be His Division

All of the yas.

"I read everyday"

Fanfiction. I read fanfiction everyday.

Go sit in the corner and think of all the hearts you just shattered and subsequently melted.

I love/hate this so bad...

If Sherlock BBC was a romantic comedy. Epistolary is very popular in this fandom, so here’s my take on it, hope you like it. And happy Valentine’s Day (:

Love, Sherlock: The greatest love story told in texts.

Whoa. Holy shit. How can I not reblog this?! Damn...

Same.

Me: I don’t want my OTP to become canon. It’ll ruin my image of them.

Also me: FUCKING KISS ALREADY DAMN IT

I ship the hell out of this. For the love of god, bring back Snowbert.

Snowbert in Every Episode: 03x10 Borrowing Problems from The Future

I need to get rid of my powers before- Before what? Before I hurt someone else, the way I hurt you.

When your neurodivergent brain™️ decides that you have to do a certain thing before doing anything else but you don’t want to or can’t do the thing so you get stuck and do nothing

My money’s on Dolls.

Doc, Dolls and/or Wynonna aren’t straight

EMILY SAID SO.

Emily Andras interview at San Diego Comic Con: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hsNcnHBxTLo

At 6:22 (about Docs, Dolls and Wynonna) “I think they’re not all straight.”

She wasn’t even talking about Nicole, Waverly or Jeremy, who we already know are confirmed not straight. 

Binonna RISE 2K17

also part of growing up is realizing that the embarrassing music you liked in your early teen years still goes hard as hell

It’s often been remarked that Spider-Man’s schtick wouldn’t work nearly so well if he didn’t live in a town with so many tall buildings, but consider: how well would Batman’s “I am the night” routine work if he was operating out of a normal city where people actually live, rather than a perpetually twilit urban hellscape that looks like the Art Deco movement had a one-night stand with Soviet Brutalism in a wrought-iron-and-gargoyle factory?

The Celebration of Autism

Thank you for the introduction. Hello friends, allies, and fellow Autistic people. The tone of my piece will be a little different today, but I’d like to start by sharing pieces of my story.

In my earliest memory, I am standing in a sunbeam. I move my hands so that the light scatters, becoming a golden glow, and watch the dust particles float like little cosmos and galaxies. I am three years old when a daycare employee grabs my fluttering fingers and squeezes so tight that tears make the world go dark. 

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