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OKAY CAN SOMEBODY EXPLAIN TO ME HOW THE FUCK YOU SHIP A PACKAGE OF COOKIES TO A FRIEND WHO LIVES IN NEW JERSEY, ONLY TO HAVE IT NOT GET THERE ON TIME BECAUSE IT SOMEHOW ENDED UP IN GUAM?
I JUST
GUAM?
IM CRYING REAL TEARS MAH DUDES THE COOKIES ARE IN GUAM
KATIE TRIED TO SEND US COOKIES OUTTA THE GOODNESS OF HER HEART AND JUST
“OHHHH THESE COOKIES WERE SUPPOSED TO GO TO NEW JERSEY, PHIL? I THOUGHT YOU SAID
12/27, 8:37PM CT
ITS STILL IN FUCKING GUAM
12/28, 12:18PM CT
THE COOKIES ARE IN HONOLULU GUYS THEY ***FINALLY LEFT GUAM***
12/28, 10:22PM CT
THE COOKIES ARE FINALLY ON THEIR WAY TO NEW JERSEY
GO COOKIES GO
@phantomrose96 @cupcakecreeper @homebeccer GET READY
lol i was looking through my history to find the tracking number page and
12/30, 12:39AM CT
@phantomrose96 @homebeccer @cupcakecreeper
holy fuCK HOLY FUCK HOLY FUCK GUYS GUYS GUYS GUYS GUYS
THE COOKIES ARE ALMOST THERE
The saga of Katie’s Guam cookies is my Anime of the Season
THEY’VE ARRIIIIIIIIIIVVEEDDDDD THEY’RE ON THE FRONT DOORSTEP
COOKIES ACQUIRED
THE THRILLING CONCLUSION
also as a bonus visual here’s a rough approximation of these cookies’ journey
how the FUCK did this blow up and get so many notes
SO FOR SHITS AND GIGGLES, @homebeccer @phantomrose96 @cupcakecreeper AND I WANTED TO KNOW HOW MUCH IT WOULD ACTUALLY COST THE U.S. GOVERNMENT TO INTENTIONALLY SEND THESE COOKIES FROM TEXAS TO GUAM TO NEW JERSEY AND???????????????
AND
IT’S
IT’S
IT’S NOT AN OPTION IT’S NOT AN OPTION I CAN’T I-
I COULDN’T EVEN HAVE SENT THESE COOKIES TO GUAM EVEN IF I’D HAVE TRIED
Cant believe we uncovered the Guam Cookie glitch folks
Its not even an in-game feature
Oh my god it’s back
H O W
I’ve had this sort of thing happen.
At least it explained why the package took so long to get here.
I appreciate that they have an Entire Stamp for “Missent to Nepal”
No one said “hey let’s stop missending things to Nepal” they just said “let’s make a stamp for this” and called it a day.
I’m gonna get Missent to Guam tattooed on my arm in commemoration.
this is so sad omg please give the snail a happy ending :(
@oodlemcdoodle can.. You…give him a happy ending..
Okay, hold on bud
@garecc
Okay but this can be interpreted as a lesson about disability, illness, and mental health. It might take *you* ten seconds to draw a big old orange line, but for some people it’s an enormous accomplishment. People whose hands shake, people with executive dysfunction, people with poor hand-eye coordination. This snail.
It may be easy for you to go out for groceries. Some people barely manage to get out of bed.
It may be easy for you to express yourself. Some people were never given the tools.
Raindrops
“Miss Hooper, wait!”
She ignored the call, hurrying along the muddy path, her feet slipping every so often, an arm held above her in futile attempt to keep the rain from her eyes. But already it fell on her face, mingling with her tears.
Why must he always, always, say such horrible things?
What had she done to him to warrant having her deepest, most guarded secret exposed for all the world to see?
“Please!”
He was closer, almost upon her. It was hopeless. Soaked through, shivering, and heartbroken, she took refuge under a nearby tree and closed her eyes, wishing he would just leave her.
She felt his stare heavy on her back as they caught their breath.
Here, the rain was lessened, the leaves above them sheltering them from the downpour. The wind brushed her bared arms and she could not stop the shiver that wracked her frame.
Suddenly, she was engulfed in warmth and the scent of sandalwood, the hint of tobacco smoke, and something that made her heart ache for home.
She gripped the lapels of his coat, her frigid fingers tugging it close around her, for she had no pride left to toss it at his feet.
“Thank you.” She wondered if he heard her whisper over the distant rumbling thunder.
“Will you not look at me?”
Curse her heart, though broken, she could not deny his soft plea.
Hesitantly, she turned around and lifted her gaze. Without his heavy coat, he seemed less intimidating. Mud caked his shoes and splattered up his trousers. His white shirt was gathering the misting rain fast, slick against his shoulders, braces straining against his chest.
Rain dripped down his face, his curls heavy with water and hanging over his forehead.
His eyes, though, stole her breath away. They were not the cold, piercing gray that had cut her down just moments ago.
They were soft, a warm green-blue, beckoning to her.
“Forgive me.”
She watched carefully as he stepped closer.
“I was wrong. So very wrong,” he whispered, almost in wonder. Regret softened his voice and the hard edges of his face. “I thought…”
“Yes?” She encouraged when he trailed off helplessly.
He swallowed and her eyes briefly fell to the exposed line of his throat. “That you were engaged.”
Of all the reasons he could have chosen, she did not expect that. Her eyes widened in surprise. “Is that why you have been so cruel? Why you have pushed me away at every opportunity?”
Hesitantly, he said, “It was not right for me to love another man’s betrothed.”
It was if the rain had stilled in midair, the entire world holding its breath, in the silence that followed.
She stared at him. He had been cruel and broken her heart into a thousand pieces. But she knew who he was she had fallen in love with him, for all his flaws and all his virtues, for the way he rushed headfirst into danger, for the smile on his face when he lifted their goddaughter in the air.
All this time she had resigned herself to a life alone. For if she could not marry for love, she would not marry at all. And now here was the great detective, humble, before her, holding out his heart to her.
“There has never been anyone else,” she whispered. “It has always been you.”
His eyes softened, the fear vanishing. Then she felt his hand cover hers, the warmth melting her cold fingers. His brow furrowed in concern and he cocooned her hand in both of his, his thumbs sweeping over her palm. When he brought her hand up to his mouth, she thought her heart would stop, the reverent brush of his lips against her wrist bringing a warm flush to her cheeks.
“I know I have a long path to walk to earn your forgiveness,” he said softly, keeping her hand captive with one hand and reaching out with the other to brush the tangled strands that clung to her cheek. “But may I kiss you?”
She leaned into his touch and smiled softly. “Please do.”
She closed her eyes in anticipation, expecting him to kiss her as passionately as he approached everything else. But to her surprise, he was almost hesitant, his lips only just brushing hers. Once. Twice.
Her other hand came up around his neck and he took the hint, lingering long enough for her to deepen the kiss. He tasted of raindrops and tea, a subtle tinge of tobacco, and undeniably home. He held her with a gentleness that belied his cruel words, his kiss an unspoken plea for forgiveness.
A promise.
*kicks down door months later*
I’ve come with unsolicited art because I just got back from Bath and I have Regency heart eyes right now, and all y’all are going to feel the consequences.
@thisisartbylexie This stunning! And the way he holds her hand against his chest got me like 😍
I’m so glad my little drabble inspired you!
I wonder how many people ship Sherlolly
reblogging because this needs more notes
Come on, guys! I have 1100+ followers and this has only 800 notes! I know some of you might only like my Khanolly, but if you’re following me surely you support my ship? Reblog for the win!
Hooray! over 1000 reblogs/likes! Splendid ship Sherlolly setting sail!
How could you not ship them?
I ship them and will always ship them no matter what happens in series 4. TLA!
This still has fewer notes than I have followers. #SquadGoalMoreThan2400Notes
Come on guys: 3000? I GODDAMN LOVE THIS SHIP SO FUCKING MUCH ITS UNREAL ❤️❤️❤️
Always ALWAYS reblog the SHERLOLLIED kiss ❤️💋
Cautiously canon
“We’re gonna need a bigger boat”
Sherlolly Forever!
Forever SHERLOLLIED ❤
Always…always.
I Do Count On their Ship😗
#SquadGoalMoreThan4000Notes
Reblog if you are a Sherlollian
I just want to show someone how MANY of us are out there!! The figure is more than what people think!
Ride or die
Totes Sherlolly ❤️
Proud Sherlollian since 2012
Yep, sherlolly fan here
Molly Hooper, pathologist
Sherlolly
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hey lets play how hot is that celebrity
Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY
hey lets play how hot is that celebrity
Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY
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A Wee Rant On The Difference Between HC and Canon
Ok, so I’m about to say something which is apparently a little contentious.
It’s something I’ve written in private before when answering reviews on Ao3 and ff.net but which I haven’t mentioned here, and it’s this: In my head-cannon, Eurus Holmes is not the youngest of the Holmes children.
In my head-canon, Sherlock is the baby, because he’s brattish, self-obsessed (sometimes) and overly protected and coddled by the rest of the family.
Speaking as the baby of my family, I can relate.
Eurus, on the other hand, sounds to me like the classic middle child: ignored for years and desperate for attention- So desperate, in fact, that she orchestrates a massive criminal plot in order to get her family to come visit her on Sherrinford. When John says, “middle child, that explains a lot,” in TFP that’s what I believe he’s referring to, but the wording is ambiguous. What’s not ambiguous is the fact that Eurus claims she taught Sherlock to play the violin, something which a very young child would be unable to do (she wouldn’t have the finger strength). It’s also unlikely (IMHO) that she would be able to overpower a child older than her, which is what she would have to have done to Victor if you make her the youngest Holmes.
Don’t get me wrong: the wording is ambiguous, and if Eurus being the baby of the family is your HC then go with that. It’ s your HC, and you do with it what you want. There is no fandom policing here (or at least that’s not my intent).
BUUUTTT could people please stop messaging me to correct me on canon which isn’t actually canon? Like, if you prefer Eurus as the baby then good luck to you, but personally, I think it’s more interesting if she isn’t the youngest. And since it’s not confirmed in show either way then why can’t I just have my HC? Why? It’s just as viable as yours and it makes me happy. Like, Benedict Cumerbatch in wet clothes happy. Why can’t you let me happy, people?
Ahem. Rant over. Thank you for reading.
I’m just wondering ... how many sherlollians are there in the fandom?
So please, like or reblog [or maybe leave a comment] if you ship sherlolly. Thank you much in advance!
Full-time, unrepentant Sherlollian here!
I second the unrepentant part!😂👏🏻
Present!
[ Extreme Internal Screaming ]
Oh, so true.
Enter the year you were born on the gif area and post what you get.
Fuck. I feel old
it all makes sense.
Oh Gods I’m old