How Responsible To Mention Mental Health. Some People Are Pretty Anxious Around Here. Thanks.

women of sherlock → sarah sawyer (played by zoe telford)

Sandy Nour “To the Moon & Back” Resort 2020 Semi Couture Collection

handwashing can dramatically lower the risk of contracting coronavirus because it's an enveloped virus, it's specifically surrounded in a lipid (fat) and the majority of soaps are designed to break up grease and fat bonds which means if you break up that outer layer? the virus dies! it's not super hardy without that outer layer, so washing your hands beyond just physically removing the virus, kills it as well if you use soap.

every word out of guillermo del toro’s mouth is the most hardcore thing i’ve ever heard and he says it all so casually like he doesn’t even realize how much of a gothic visionary he is 

(Author unknown)

To the tune of “Modern Major General”

I am the very model of effective social distancing!

I listen to the experts on the topic of resistance-ing;

I know that brunch and yoga class aren’t nearly as imperative

As doing what I can to change the nation’s viral narrative.

I’m very well acquainted, too, with living solitarily

And confident that everyone can do it temporarily:

Go take a walk, or ride a bike, or dig into an unread book;

Avoid the bars and restaurants and carry out, or learn to cook.

There’s lots of stuff to watch online while keeping safe from sinus ills

(In this case, it’s far better to enjoy your Netflix MINUS chills)!

Adopt a pet, compose a ballad, write some earnest doggerel,

And help demolish Trump before our next event inaugural.

Pandemics are alarming, but they aren’t insurmountable

If everybody pitches in to hold ourselves accountable.

In short, please do your part to practice prudent co-existence-ing,

And be the very model of effective social distancing!

Buster Keaton gifs for all your fandom needs

When a WIP ends on an angsty cliffhanger:

When you didn’t realize you were reading deathfic:

When you keep reading even after realizing it’s deathfic:

When you remember that embarrassing thing you said 12 years ago:

When there’s something that everyone else loves that squicks you out:

When Tumblr is full of fanwank and you have no idea what’s going on:

When someone leaves a bitchy comment on your fic:

When someone leaves a lovely comment on your fic:

When AO3 won’t let you leave more kudos:

When your favorite author posts a new fic:

When it’s 3am and your favorite author posts a new fic:

Oh yeah, the 29th thing to happen today.

Lol :)

You know everything in the world is going to shit when the day is almost over and not one person has acknowledged that it’s Friday the 13th.

Devil John 7 - Sex

Fandom: Sherlock

Rating: Explicit

Excerpt:

In the army, his unassuming nature and his ability to get a repeat date with any woman who had dropped her knickers for him once was what spurred the men to name him Three-Continents Watson.

He couldn't help the desire he felt whenever a pretty woman walked by, but it was contained somewhat by his certainty that he could have them begging and calling his name if he wanted them to. Even so, he always felt a little tense when he was alone with a woman.

Men, for the most part, did nothing for him. John found them uninteresting, almost without exception. Until a man had strutted across the lab toward him with his cheekbones and his tailored suit and John had felt it like a punch in the gut. He'd even had the gall to wink at him on his way out, just like she had, reminding him of what it felt like to be powerless.

When Sherlock had taken John's very mild query into his sexual orientation and thrown it in his face, John knew that his momentary thought of perhaps giving the other side a go was never going to happen. He put it out of his mind.

And yet, Sherlock always had a way of throwing him off balance. He definitely was NOT a woman, but sometimes the ever-changing color of his eyes, or the pale freckles on his neck as he stood playing the violin, or the rounded curve of his ass would hit John in a way that made him feel like he was back in that referee's closet.

continued on AO3

Story: Devil John

Fandom: Sherlock

WARNING! - Not even a little PC

Excerpt:

Breathing in he smells familiar scents: The elegant dust which settles on the bookshelves and drapes. The odd chemical tang of one of Sherlock's forgotten experiments. The chalky taste of bone. The traitorous smell of cigarette smoke.

He catches his image in the mirror. His face is dark, shadowed, threatening. His black eyes shine like moonlight on an obsidian knife. He doesn't look human.

Black Dragon's Blood burns when it goes down, but it settles in John's bones as a warm heat that glows like anger. He feels dangerous.

He frowns, and the darkness grows deeper. John realizes then that he is controlling it. It must be one of the effects of being a supernatural creature. He is a demon, after all. Things should be different, like breathing. He doesn't need to breathe anymore. He breathes in anyway just for the silky feel of it.

When he crosses his arms, darkness closes around him like smoke, with only his eyes shining through. His very thoughts have the power to manipulate matter. He wants to investigate it. Discover all of the things that he can do, but suddenly, he realizes that he is not alone.

Sherlock is sitting in his chair. He was so still and so quiet that John didn't notice him at first. John wonders if he has seen him, but Sherlock never turns around. Has Sherlock fallen asleep? No, his eyes are open, and his hair has been freshly groomed. What is he waiting for?

He's wearing the white shirt that he wore the day he met John and Mary in the restaurant. The shirts that he buys for himself are tight, the buttons almost popping across his chest, the nipples peeking through. Mycroft bought this shirt. It looks modest in comparison. John floats closer.

Sherlock seems to wake then. He sits straighter in his chair before rolling up his sleeve. It is only when Sherlock reaches over to pick up a bit of rubber tubing that John notices, on the table beside him, a syringe. The empty bottle next to it reads. DIAMORPHINE HYDROCHLORIDE. John growls.

Continued on AO3

What chemicals cause a match head to burst into flame when struck? A look at the history & chemistry of matches: http://wp.me/s4aPLT-matches