I should be doing homework

I enjoy Sherlock, SNL, science, and art. I do not like tomatoes. Texas.

Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.

—Matthew 6:34 (via burdge)

alicia-mb:

Just one of those things that I always wondered about. Stags and otters are all very well, but what if you end up with a tiny chameleon or giant blue whale? I mean, it could be a giant tub of nutella…

Anyway, so glad I got around to doing this pic -drawing the less attractive animals was awesome.

Popped it up on Redbubble because they have tote bags and cushions now which is just wow - can grab it also on cards or posters - check it out here!

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This hadn’t been part of the plan.
Captain Molly Hooper prided herself in being always practical, and the kidnap of Lord Holmes had been completely practical: kidnap, ask for ransom, sail into the sunset with enough to bankroll her crew through another winter.
And now, here she was, getting ready to haul off a proper Navy vessel, empty-handed in all the worst ways and without a real plan all because she hadn’t been careful enough not to fall in love.
"Molly!"
She paused, knowing full well that she shouldn’t as she could hear the alert going up around the ship that she’d escaped and her crew was urging her to come across to her ship quickly.
But Sherlock Holmes was calling her, and she found herself waiting for him to reach her.
"Molly, don’t you dare leave me behind," he nearly snarled, shucking off his coat as he prepared to jump in the water after her.
She was out of time, and suddenly, she did have a plan.
Molly pulled him towards her, crushing their lips together as she kissed him thoroughly, making sure that her taste would linger with him long enough to get them through their separation.
"I will find you, Sherlock Holmes. I will come for you,” she promised.
And with a tug of her wrist, she was lifted away, the last glimpse of his shocked face making her smirk.

This hadn’t been part of the plan.

Captain Molly Hooper prided herself in being always practical, and the kidnap of Lord Holmes had been completely practical: kidnap, ask for ransom, sail into the sunset with enough to bankroll her crew through another winter.

And now, here she was, getting ready to haul off a proper Navy vessel, empty-handed in all the worst ways and without a real plan all because she hadn’t been careful enough not to fall in love.

"Molly!"

She paused, knowing full well that she shouldn’t as she could hear the alert going up around the ship that she’d escaped and her crew was urging her to come across to her ship quickly.

But Sherlock Holmes was calling her, and she found herself waiting for him to reach her.

"Molly, don’t you dare leave me behind," he nearly snarled, shucking off his coat as he prepared to jump in the water after her.

She was out of time, and suddenly, she did have a plan.

Molly pulled him towards her, crushing their lips together as she kissed him thoroughly, making sure that her taste would linger with him long enough to get them through their separation.

"I will find you, Sherlock Holmes. I will come for you,” she promised.

And with a tug of her wrist, she was lifted away, the last glimpse of his shocked face making her smirk.

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gallifrey-feels:

More fun facts about ancient Celtic marriage laws: There were no laws against interclass or interracial marriage, no laws against open homosexual relationships (although they weren’t considered ‘marriages’ since the definition of a marriage was ‘couple with child’), no requirement for women to take their husband’s names or give up their property, but comedians couldn’t get married

It’s Adam and Eve not Adam Sandler and Eve

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lesbianvenom:

there’s something really interesting in this passage that I wanted to point out Trelawney assumes that Harry was born in midwinter because of his “dark hair” and “mean stature” and “tragic losses so young in life” Tom Riddle was born in midwinter, is describe in CoS as resembling Harry, and his mother died right after his birth Harry has a piece of Voldemort’s soul in him that’s why Trelawney made that assumption

TRELAWNY WAS ACTUALLY A GREAT SEER SHE JUST MESSED UP SOMETIMES AND ACTED A LITTLE GOOFY SO NO ONE TOOK HER SERIOUSLY

BECAUSE CLASSICAL ALLUSIONS 
For those of you who don’t know your Greek mythology, Cassandra was the daughter of the King and Queen of Troy. Apollo tried to get in her pants by giving her the gift of prophecy and took nice guy douche-bagging to a godly level by cursing her when she turned him down. 
The curse? That she would never be believed. 
So all of Cassandra’s warnings to the people of Troy fell on deaf ears. 
And in case you don’t remember, Trelawny mentions that her great-great-grandmother’s name was … you guessed it… “Cassandra” 

durnesque-esque:

ramblingsofanintrovert:

lesbianvenom:

there’s something really interesting in this passage that I wanted to point out
Trelawney assumes that Harry was born in midwinter because of his “dark hair” and “mean stature” and “tragic losses so young in life”
Tom Riddle was born in midwinter, is describe in CoS as resembling Harry, and his mother died right after his birth
Harry has a piece of Voldemort’s soul in him
that’s why Trelawney made that assumption

TRELAWNY WAS ACTUALLY A GREAT SEER SHE JUST MESSED UP SOMETIMES AND ACTED A LITTLE GOOFY SO NO ONE TOOK HER SERIOUSLY

BECAUSE CLASSICAL ALLUSIONS 

For those of you who don’t know your Greek mythology, Cassandra was the daughter of the King and Queen of Troy. Apollo tried to get in her pants by giving her the gift of prophecy and took nice guy douche-bagging to a godly level by cursing her when she turned him down. 

The curse? That she would never be believed. 

So all of Cassandra’s warnings to the people of Troy fell on deaf ears. 

And in case you don’t remember, Trelawny mentions that her great-great-grandmother’s name was … you guessed it… “Cassandra” 

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cumberburch:

Daily reblog. I have to, it’s the law.

time to take my vitamin…

You know what gets to me every time this pops up on my dash?
The takes this must have taken. Like how many they must have done until they decided ^this one was the one the world got to see.

according to Loo, it took 4 takes. [X]

well, Loo is one lucky lady

And Benedict is one lucky gentleman. :)

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