jossujb:

I haven’t made any Sherlock Holmes-fanart like, I don’t even remember. I think last time I did some was BBC!Sherlock like a year ago? And I feel bad, most days feel like I should start/finish something, but I never get around.

Well, except this one, I inked a sketch I had to test PS-brush i suspected could be good for it. Nothing particularly flashy, but it is something.

quecksilvereyes:

motherbychoice:

callmegoddess618:

spoonie-isms:

softshirringsound:

chronicreality:

fireheartedkaratepup:

hiiimaugust:

otomeloveinterest:

damuron:

chaquemoi:

nice-as-rice:

ivorywirepearls:

msmongoose:

thereallieutenantcommanderdata:

blind-lemon:

tiwhwylmr:

the-half-moon:

justbarelynineties:

cashasthephonebox:

mirab3lle:

illogicalilse:

osointricate:

ladymalchav:

Here lies Tricia Werner. She was going to be a little late.

My phone knows me too well

Here lies Emily. She was just so tired of it all.

Oops.

Here lies Ilse. She was made to work.

My phone is a communist.

Here lies Mira. She was born with an average rating

Here lies Alexis. They were like a good idea.

Here lies Alexandria. She was the name of your dog a good student that cares about doing my work

Here lies Jacob. He was just the best and most beautiful.

Here lies Ari. She was just confused about what you want me to call you.

Here lies Mo. She is for show and looked like the cool thing.

Here lies thereallieutenantcommanderdata. They were on my computer.

Here lies Frances. She was utterly brilliant in Penny Dreadful.

Here lies Laine. She was a very good mommy.

Here likes Shima. They were so close to the room,

Here lies Cazix. They were in the and and and and and and,

My phone is having a stroke.

Here lies Damu. They are not going to be able to come get back to me but I don’t know if y’all can get them to do anything.

Here lies Jean. She was a little longer than I thought.

Here lies August. They were expecting to get out soon.

Here lies me. She was a little bit of a thing for me to do it again soon and I will be there at least a week or so ago and I was wondering if you could send me a copy of the receipt for the first time in a long time and I don’t want to be a part of the team.

I got carried away.

Here lies Bailey. She was just trying to get to her house.

Epitaph or Obituary. You pick.

Here lies Sam. She was a good idea.

Here lies Sheri. She was like oh fun to see you in the morning

Here lies Kat. She was not a thing all hospitals do anymore.

Here lies Nina. She was a kid is not the same as a period of time to stop and grab a coke please dont reblog this post.

Here lies Larissa. She was a very good handwriting forger and then you can work with it.

Here lies Bel. She had two loves.

aprillikesthings:

“Medusa lost her beauty—or rather, it was taken from her. Beauty is always something you can lose. Women’s beauty is seen as something separate from us, something we owe but never own: We are its stewards, not its beneficiaries. We tend it like a garden where we do not live. Oh, but ugliness—ugliness is always yours. Almost everyone has some innate kernel of grotesquerie; even fashion models (I’ve heard) tend to look a bit strange and froggish in person, having been gifted with naturally level faces that pool light luminously instead of breaking it into shards. And everyone has the ability to mine their ugliness, to emphasize and magnify it, to distort even those parts of themselves that fall within acceptable bounds. Where beauty is narrow and constrained, ugliness is an entire galaxy, a myriad of sparkling paths that lurch crazily away from the ideal. There are so few ways to look perfect, but there are thousands of ways to look monstrous, surprising, upsetting, outlandish, or odd. Thousands of stories to tell in dozens of languages: the languages of strong features or weak chins, the languages of garish makeup and weird haircuts and startling clothes, fat and bony and hairy languages, the languages of any kind of beauty that’s not white. Nose languages, eyebrow languages, piercing and tattoo languages, languages of blemish and birthmark and scar. When you give up trying to declare yourself acceptable, there are so many new things to say.”

— What If We Cultivated Our Ugliness?, Jess Zimmerman (via xshayarsha)

angryqueerautie:

Every queer person I know over the age of 30 is fucking appalled by the state of the queer community, and I have heard some absolutely stellar anti-gatekeeping tirades from queer grandparents. I had a long conversation with a 43 year old pansexual who told me the infighting is almost certainly because we’ve collectively forgotten our joint history and have become more interested in individual social clout than actually advancing the movement for across the board queer equality.

So this is a reminder, I guess, that our elders are on our side. The gatekeeping and the exclusionary behavior is crap.

scrumptiousangst:

cheeseanonioncrisps:

weedyshurgusburgus:

anexperimentallife:

This whole thread is cool and wholesome.

something they have control over!!! yes!!!!!!!

My number one tip for straight men (I mean, it could conceivably work for other genders and sexualities, but you’d have to adjust it quite a bit) is: inagine they’re a man.

Imagine that you just randomly told some bloke in a pub that he has beautiful eyes.

That you walked up behind your coworker Jim and started caressing his neck and shoulders while talking to him about the budget.

That you just sent a large and unexplained bouquet of flowers to Darren in Accounting.

That instead of complimenting a coworker on her breasts, you complimented him on his dick.

Does the action now seem weird? Uncomfortable? Do you no longer want to do it now that it isn’t directed at somebody you are sexually attracted to?

That strongly suggests that your action has a sexual aspect to it and therefore probably counts as sexual harassment!

If you can’t give a compliment without being accused of sexual harassment, the problem isn’t this PC World…it’s you