mint and ginger.

That moment when you finally muster up the balls to IM someone…and they suddenly go idle or away. *facepalm*

Describe your sex life with a Pokemon Move.

shoomlah:

oxboxer:

amarilloo:

lavender-ice:

razirune:

debrides:

bonethief:

pokemonmasterkimba:

Random # generator: http://www.random.org/

Pokemon move list: http://bulbapedia.bulbagarden.net/wiki/List_of_moves

Go.

Megahorn

Take Down

Recover

Ice Burn

Pay day 

hahahahahahaa oh my

DynamicPunch

At first I was like WOW and then I noticed it only had 50% accuracy…..

………………

Man, I wasn’t gonna reblog it, but:

Role Play

…solid.

….Sleep Powder.

That’s kind of depressing.

vinyloid:

Thomas Dolby - Europa & The Pirate Twins/Therapy Growth

vinyloid:

Thomas Dolby - Europa & The Pirate Twins/Therapy Growth

For the time being, I work in an ice cream parlor. A guy came into the shop the other day, and while he was most certainly not a doppleganger by any means, his facial structure and overall impression was Cumberbatch-like enough. My god, he was cute.

Too bad his wife was with him.

So…for whatever reason, my first instinct upon seeing this picture was to start humming “Can’t Touch This”.

So…for whatever reason, my first instinct upon seeing this picture was to start humming “Can’t Touch This”.

typewriterinthetardis:




On the day Sherlock Holmes turned seven years old, he found a hedgehog in the garden. 
Scared by a straying cat currently sniffing curiously at the small animal, the little fella had curled up in a protective ball, trembling ever so slightly. Promptly, Sherlock had shooed the cat away.The hedgehog, of course, did not uncurl immediately. Sherlock crouched down, thinking that that was a rather reasonable decision. After all, how was it to know that Sherlock wasn’t an even bigger danger? Especially as the hedgehog’s former assailant had been scared away by him.Rather smart, this little hedehog. Definitely smarter than the cat, which had been startled so easily by a few shooing motions and threatening sounds.So, Sherlock held himself carefully still, showing the animal that he meant no harm, hoping for it to calm down. Really, Sherlock was rather a bit fascinated by the hedgehog. He had only ever seen them in his books. If he could make the animal believe he wouldn’t hurt it, maybe it would uncurl and he could watch it for a bit, collect some new data.Collecting new information, after all, was one of Sherlock’s favourite pasttimes.Now, so far, nothing very unusual had occured. Which was why, when the hedgehog finally uncurled, Sherlock expected it to maybe sniff at Sherlock’s new leather shoes briefly before going back to whatever hedgehogs did with their lives. They had been one of his birthday presents and an animal might pick up on the smell.However, the hedgehog did no such thing. Instead, it got to stand on its four tiny legs, wriggled its head, then stared up at Sherlock with its dark, beady eyes.Sherlock instantly felt scrutinized and kept quiet. He knew he liked silence when he observed something. It was only right to extend the same courtesy to the hedehog, wasn’t it?The hedgehog took its time watching him.Then, seemingly coming to an decision, it approached Sherlock’s shoes after all, though not to sniff at them. Instead, rather awkwardly, the hedgehog started to walk up on them, cleary trying to somehow climb onto Sherlock.Surprised, Sherlock carefully moved to offer his hands as a lift. By now, Sherlock was sure the animal was clever enough to see it for the friendly gesture it was.And he was right, too. After only a second’s hesitation, the hedhehog made its way onto Sherlock’s hands. Its underside was surprisingly soft and tickled against Sherlock’s skin.Very slowly, Sherlock got up until he was no longer crouching, but standing straight, the seemingly very special hedgehog in his hands.“Hello,” he said. “I’m Sherlock Holmes.”The hedgehog wiggled its nose in greeting.“It’s my birthday today, you know,” Sherlock continued quietly.The hedgehog seemed unimpressed by this.Clearing his throat, Sherlock decided that he could trust the hedgehog with a secret. After all, it wouldn’t be able to tell anyone, not even Mycroft, and Sherlock dearly was in need to get the one thing off his chest that had been bothering him all day.“It’s my birthday and nobody came,” he admitted in a rush. “Nobody phoned. Nobody wanted to come over. Only my family cares I am seven now.” The hedgehog, Sherlock thought, looked a bit enquiring after that, so he explained: “The others, at school - they don’t like me. I don’t have any friends. I can’t make them like me, not like Mycroft can. I try, really, but nobody understands me.”The hedgehog wiggled in his hands and Sherlock brought it up to his face to get a better look.“What is it?” he asked and gasped when softly, carefully, the hedgehog pressed its nose against Sherlock’s.Sherlock blinked.“You… you want to be my friend?” he deduced slowly.Another touch of their noses. Sherlock smiled shyly.“Good. That’s - that’s good.” He paused, thinking briefly. “If you’ll be my friend, you’ll need a name.” Sherlock looked at the hedgehog sharply. “What are you - a Bill? An Albert? A Gregory?”The hedgehog didn’t seem to like either of those names.“A John?”This time, the hedgehog let out the tiniest hint of a yelp.Sherlock, in return, broke into a startled laugh.“John it is, then,” he decided. Carefully, he pulled John closer and let him climb on his shoulder, which John seemed eager to do. “Let’s explore the garden together, friend. Maybe, we’ll find some interesting things.”It felt rather good, Sherlock decided as he walked towards Mummy’s roses, having a friend.(That night, though, Mummy wouldn’t let John inside the house. And the next morning, John would be gone and Sherlock would be devastated for weeks, losing his first friend just like that. But John the Hedgehog, who was a rather special animal as Sherlock had realized, would have a plan and that plan would suceed and nearly thirty years later, Sherlock would meet John Watson and find more than a friend in him.)



I honestly teared up. This was so sweet, if a bit incomplete.

Nothing will ever be more precious.

typewriterinthetardis:

On the day Sherlock Holmes turned seven years old, he found a hedgehog in the garden. 


Scared by a straying cat currently sniffing curiously at the small animal, the little fella had curled up in a protective ball, trembling ever so slightly. Promptly, Sherlock had shooed the cat away.

The hedgehog, of course, did not uncurl immediately. Sherlock crouched down, thinking that that was a rather reasonable decision. After all, how was it to know that Sherlock wasn’t an even bigger danger? Especially as the hedgehog’s former assailant had been scared away by him.

Rather smart, this little hedehog. Definitely smarter than the cat, which had been startled so easily by a few shooing motions and threatening sounds.

So, Sherlock held himself carefully still, showing the animal that he meant no harm, hoping for it to calm down.

Really, Sherlock was rather a bit fascinated by the hedgehog. He had only ever seen them in his books. If he could make the animal believe he wouldn’t hurt it, maybe it would uncurl and he could watch it for a bit, collect some new data.

Collecting new information, after all, was one of Sherlock’s favourite pasttimes.

Now, so far, nothing very unusual had occured. Which was why, when the hedgehog finally uncurled, Sherlock expected it to maybe sniff at Sherlock’s new leather shoes briefly before going back to whatever hedgehogs did with their lives. They had been one of his birthday presents and an animal might pick up on the smell.

However, the hedgehog did no such thing. Instead, it got to stand on its four tiny legs, wriggled its head, then stared up at Sherlock with its dark, beady eyes.

Sherlock instantly felt scrutinized and kept quiet. He knew he liked silence when he observed something. It was only right to extend the same courtesy to the hedehog, wasn’t it?

The hedgehog took its time watching him.

Then, seemingly coming to an decision, it approached Sherlock’s shoes after all, though not to sniff at them. Instead, rather awkwardly, the hedgehog started to walk up on them, cleary trying to somehow climb onto Sherlock.

Surprised, Sherlock carefully moved to offer his hands as a lift. By now, Sherlock was sure the animal was clever enough to see it for the friendly gesture it was.

And he was right, too. After only a second’s hesitation, the hedhehog made its way onto Sherlock’s hands. Its underside was surprisingly soft and tickled against Sherlock’s skin.

Very slowly, Sherlock got up until he was no longer crouching, but standing straight, the seemingly very special hedgehog in his hands.

“Hello,” he said. “I’m Sherlock Holmes.”

The hedgehog wiggled its nose in greeting.

“It’s my birthday today, you know,” Sherlock continued quietly.

The hedgehog seemed unimpressed by this.

Clearing his throat, Sherlock decided that he could trust the hedgehog with a secret. After all, it wouldn’t be able to tell anyone, not even Mycroft, and Sherlock dearly was in need to get the one thing off his chest that had been bothering him all day.

“It’s my birthday and nobody came,” he admitted in a rush. “Nobody phoned. Nobody wanted to come over. Only my family cares I am seven now.”

The hedgehog, Sherlock thought, looked a bit enquiring after that, so he explained: “The others, at school - they don’t like me. I don’t have any friends. I can’t make them like me, not like Mycroft can. I try, really, but nobody understands me.”

The hedgehog wiggled in his hands and Sherlock brought it up to his face to get a better look.

“What is it?” he asked and gasped when softly, carefully, the hedgehog pressed its nose against Sherlock’s.

Sherlock blinked.

“You… you want to be my friend?” he deduced slowly.

Another touch of their noses. Sherlock smiled shyly.

“Good. That’s - that’s good.” He paused, thinking briefly. “If you’ll be my friend, you’ll need a name.” Sherlock looked at the hedgehog sharply. “What are you - a Bill? An Albert? A Gregory?”

The hedgehog didn’t seem to like either of those names.

“A John?”

This time, the hedgehog let out the tiniest hint of a yelp.

Sherlock, in return, broke into a startled laugh.

“John it is, then,” he decided. Carefully, he pulled John closer and let him climb on his shoulder, which John seemed eager to do. “Let’s explore the garden together, friend. Maybe, we’ll find some interesting things.”

It felt rather good, Sherlock decided as he walked towards Mummy’s roses, having a friend.

(That night, though, Mummy wouldn’t let John inside the house. And the next morning, John would be gone and Sherlock would be devastated for weeks, losing his first friend just like that. But John the Hedgehog, who was a rather special animal as Sherlock had realized, would have a plan and that plan would suceed and nearly thirty years later, Sherlock would meet John Watson and find more than a friend in him.)

I honestly teared up. This was so sweet, if a bit incomplete.

Nothing will ever be more precious.

(Source: elisabethsh, via tellusaboutrupertgraves-benedic)

So…I’ve successfully had two dreams that involve Benedict somehow, one where he’s some kind of Renaissance lord looking for a mistress (he already had a wife) and one where he has my old high school art teacher’s annoying voice (I forget what he was doing). Unfortunately these were third-person dreams, so I wasn’t even part of the scene. :(

Man, even in my dreams he’s playing a character of some sort. Come on brain, I want a dream where Benedict is just Benedict. And I get to interact with him.

(Almost) All of Benedict’s Jaguar voiceovers in one video. This doesn’t include the one that actually features him. But still.

All the technical jargon completely went over my head, but it sounded lovely. I feel like I could listen to Benedict say the words “jaguar” and “power” for hours. Chocolate for the ears indeed.

JAG-gue-uh.

(The music is really nice too actually)

It’s like he’s looking right at me and grinning. o.o

You know what isn’t really helping? I heard “Do Ya Think I’m Sexy” on the radio today and it’s stuck in my head (I don’t even like Rod Stewart!). So I’m looking at this and all I hear is:

If you want my body and you think I’m sexy
Come on sugar let me know
If you really need me just reach out and touch me
Come on honey tell me so, tell me so baby

(Source: myliteraryboners)

doctorworm:

Best pictures of Thomas Dolby from Europa And The Pirate Twins

It may just be that I’ve only seen the youtube version of the Europa video or that they’re just small images, but I am pleasantly surprised at how clear these are.

Lets me better appreciate the handsomeness that is Dolby.