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Happy Easter to all of you! Have a great time and enjoy :)


so someone once called my old english teacher immature (because at this point he was spinning around on a wheely chair) and he said:

“Yeah, but the truth is we never really grow up. We just masquerade as adults because that’s what we’re expected to do.”

and to this day that is the single most profound thing i have ever heard uttered by someone dicking around on a swivel chair


No, but okay, just imagine for a second an autistic character in a tv show that’s a main character, and is like an actual person, three dimensional and not just there as a disability, but it’s just part of who they are, and it’s not a major thing, it’s sort of there and sometimes there are meltdowns and the other people know what to do and it’s not a big deal to wear a weighted blanket like a cape or to have to stop and look at the way the light interacts with stained glass or pet every single kitty you come across because the sensory input is just so lovely. Imagine friendships and romantic relationships and adorable stimming and clothes that don’t have tags and therapy animals and sensory breaks and what it’s actually like to be autistic, which is wonderful and nothing and everything because it just simply is. Imagine an entire cast of autistic characters not being used as jokes or plot points, and imagine seasons upon seasons of wonderful writing and characterizations and plot and story arcs and it would be so beautiful.

Imagine that.



sherlock holmes would be the cutest dotty old man living in sussex and telling curious kiddos about his bees and the honey and pretending to be a grumpy tottery old coot but getting all smiley and lighting up when someone says that they remember reading all about him and john watson solving crimes and he tells john’s romanticised versions of the adventures and john walks over from another aisle of the grocery and finds sherlock telling a nice young couple about the bloody guardsman and stops to get up on his toes and kiss sherlock’s cheek and tell him that he’s only got five more minutes so wrap it up quickly and sherlock smiles the dumbest warmest smile at him

WHEEZES GENTLY B UT LOUDLY and when neighbourhood kids are out playing and they see sherlock and john with jars they run over and ask for a sample cos they know it’s time for them to sell the honey and john always has one just for sampling so he takes out some scones and puts honey on them and gives them to the kids and they run off yelling their thanks and sherlock complains that now a jar is contaminated and john rolls his eyes and reminds him that it was his idea to get a sample jar for “acceptable” clients and sherlock pouts and john kisses his cheek and calls their irish setter pup over and it barrels to them and trips over its own legs and sherlock stoops to pet it and john hurries back into the house and comes out with sherlock’s glasses and sherlock grunts cos nO JOHN but john puts them on him anyway and says they’re a tiny bit sexy and sherlock shrugs and says he can liv e with theM IF THAS THE CASE KLL ME NOW


it’s always interested me how watson gives extremely romantic descriptions of male physical beauty while acd avoids overt implications of homoeroticism by throwing in lines such as ‘very well equipped to steal the heart of a country girl' and 'which might easily hold an irresistible fascination for women

and whenever holmes comments on female beauty, he does pretty much the exact same thing but inverted - ‘a face that a man might die for’ and ‘no young man would cross her path unscathed’

like watson distances himself from attraction to men by denying that men can be attracted to men

while holmes distances himself from attraction to women by denying that he is a man

yet continues to refer to male characters as ‘incredibly dashing’ and ‘remarkably handsome’ and ‘attractive’ with no such distancing lines whatsoever

and people wonder why queer theorists have always loved sherlock holmes


yeah so i slept with this dude last night and idk we were chatting a bit  during the sexy time and for some reason his birthday came up and i was like “wait 25th of september? DUDE me TOO, wtf thats such a coincidence” and he was like “really? we have the same birthday? are u fuckin with me?” and i just looked down at his penis literally inside my vagina and was like “well technically yeah” and he was like haha nice one and high fived me