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This list includes doctors in the United States, Australia, Canada, and Europe!
Even if you're not the target demographic, please share for any of your friends who may be.
And if you or someone you know would like to be added to the list, there's a place for that!
i'm curious to know the ratio of writers to readers on ao3 so here's a poll. when i say writer, i mean people who have published works on ao3, doesn't matter if it's once, or if it was ages ago, or if it's a regular occurrence. when i say reader, i mean people who have never published a work on ao3. the reader vote still counts if you don't have an account on ao3. if you're a writer who is also an active reader, please still click on the "writer" option!
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please do boost this so it reaches a larger sample space!
god remember when there were no ads AND you could post dick on here. take me back i'll be grateful this time
daily reminders
no human being is 100% happy 100% of the time
being a person is extraordinarily difficult even in the best of times
this is not the best of times
someone is grateful you exist (don't argue, it's true)
a bad day does not predict a bad existence
it's gonna be okay
A tiny belated Easter ficlet
As I told @lilsherlockian1975 earlier - I did a thing. A horrible, horrible thing.
Inspired by those Cumberbunny things, I give you a late Easter Sherlollyish ficlet. (Warning for a few naughty words.)
“Oh my God!” Molly stumbled back a step, one hand clutched over her rapidly pounding heart. She turned the full force of her glare on the laughing detective inspector who had followed her into her tiny office at Barts. “What the hell is that … thing?”
Greg wiped a bit of moisture from the corner of his eyes—his efforts to stifle his laughter not amounting to much—and leaned his shoulder against the open door frame. “It’s a chocolate bunny, obviously.”
Now that the initial panic from finding the large monstrosity sitting on her desk (it really did look like some kind of freakish animal at first glance, so Molly felt she should be forgiven for having a tiny moment of fear) was over, she bent closer to get a better look at it.
As Greg claimed, it was made of chocolate and had a mostly bunny-like appearance. But the head … Oh, good gravy, the head. It had Sherlock’s face.
“Where did you get this? And more importantly, why would you get this?” she couldn’t help but ask.
“There’s a posh candy shop that made a batch of Sherlock Holmes rabbits for Easter. Sherlhops, I think they were calling them? We took up a collection around the department and bought an entire carton. Expensive buggers.”
Molly sat on the edge of her desk and picked up the chocolate bunny. “I can’t imagine they sold very many.”
“Sold out completely, from what I understand. I tried to get one of the ones with him in the hat, those long ears poking out the top, but I couldn’t even get my name on the wait list.”
She shot him a questioning look and he shrugged. “My daughter is a fan.”
She tilted the bunny so she could examine the face. “The likeness is eerie.”
“Isn’t it just?” Greg shuddered. “Donovan bought half a dozen outright and bit the heads off each one. She didn’t eat them, mind, just left their decapitated bunny bodies in a pile in the breakroom.”
Molly grimaced at that mental image and shook her head. “Can I keep this one?”
“Sure. I thought you’d get a kick out of it. Chocolate’s too rich for me anyway.”
Her answering smile was wide and devious.
இڿڰۣ-ڰۣ—
Sneaking into 221b wasn’t difficult.
Did it even count as sneaking if the landlady let you in and waved you upstairs with a fit of giggles once you explained what you were up to, Molly wondered?
As she’d hoped, Sherlock had been deep in thought at his desk, fingers pressed against his chin. Molly had tiptoed across the floor and carefully left the chocolate doppelganger placed just so in front of him. Other than a flex of his fingers and a cross “I said I don’t want any tea!” that was uttered without Sherlock opening his eyes, he didn’t really react to her intrusion at all.
Molly skipped back down the stairs and took Mrs Hudson up on her offer of a cuppa and a slice of poppy seed cake.
Barely twenty minutes later Molly’s efforts paid off with a loud “Fuck!” and the unmistakable sound of Sherlock’s chair falling backward, followed very closely by stomping feet and an extremely cross Sherlock Holmes standing in the open doorway of Mrs Hudson’s flat.
4/1/18 - As per what is becoming a bit of an Easter Tradition here, I am reblogging the horrible horrible Sherlock Easter fic I wrote a few years ago. Enjoy.
It’s 4/22/19 - The day after Easter (I’m running a little late this year) and I’m reblogging what has become an annual revisit to the Cumberbunny fic. If nothing else, you should enjoy the visual reminder that someone, somewhere, thought that chocolate bunny was a good idea AND that people actually bought them.
It’s 4/3/21 - It’s the day before Easter and that means it’s CUMBERBUNNY TIME!
It’s 4/18/22 - I missed Easter again, but I’m not going to let that stop me from reposting my favorite Easter abomination. Enjoy the yearly CUMBERBUNNY fic.
It’s Easter, and you know what that means!
It’s the Return of the Cumberbunny fic!
Brought to you (almost) every year since 2016.
Enjoy.
dude seeing these Mega high quality images of the surface of mars that we now have has me fucked up. Like. Mars is a place. mars is a real actual place where one could hypothetically stand. It is a physical place in the universe. ITS JUST OUT THERE LOOKING LIKE UH IDK A REGULAR OLD DESERT WITH LOTS OF ROCKS BUT ITS A WHOLE OTHER PLANET?
LIKE THIS JUST LOOKS LIKE IT COULD BE A PERSON’S BACKYARD. LIKE YEA A LITTLE DUSTY MAYBE THERE WAS A SANDSTORM BUT THAT’S COOL I’M JUST GONNA WALK DOWN TO THE STORE P S Y C H YOU’RE ON MARS BICH!
i hate to be rude and intrude on this post but we have decent pictures of the surface Venus too!
#venus has a low render distance
See also below Saturn’s moon, Titan. Mars has a blue horizon at sunset so it looks even more Earth-like in this image:
Source
Also: Comet 67P/Churyumov–Gerasimenko
So it’s not quite snowing on Churyumov–Gerasimenko, unfortunately; the white specks are artifacts of cosmic rays impinging on the CCDs in the camera, as well as a rotating starfield in the background (since the comet is spinning). A few specks could be dust. But, holy shit, that’s the surface of a comet. That’s a spot you could in theory cling to for dear life sit down on. The Cliffs of Comet 76p are a place.
If that isn’t the neatest shit I don’t know what is.
I FUCKING LOVE THIS
PHOTOS OF ACTUAL OTHER GODDAMN PLANETS
@agentmarymargaretskitz you’ll probably appreciate this as much as i do
I do I do!!!!
What is... a headcanon?
A headcanon is a personal idea, a theory, or a particular belief about a piece of media. These theories are the ideas of an individual fan, even though they are not actually canon in the source material. They are their personal ideas about a character, a specific scene or about background information.
They can become canon if they get adopted into the actual source material by their creators.
Or they can become part of fanon if the headcanon attracts a bigger group of fans that like the ideas more than what canon shows them.
Headcanons can give extra information to the piece of media and just fill empty spaces or it can contradict it.
Okay but after seeing this I started doing it too and it’s amazing how many men I’ve run into bc they expected me to move
Gotta try it
I work (and walk) on a college campus. I’ve lost count of how many men I’ve smacked shoulders with.
Recently, I was standing outside my son’s classroom waiting to talk to his teacher. I stood on one side of the hallway, not even close to the center. At some point, a man came walking along. I was standing right in his path, but the hallway was empty, so I logically expected him to swerve around me. Instead he kept walking right toward me, got to me, and stopped, as if waiting for me to get out of his way. I didn’t; I just smiled politely at him. He finally walked around me, clearly annoyed that I hadn’t leapt out of his manly path.
Now I’m wishing I’d leapt aside, taken off my jacket and laid it on the floor before him, then bowed deeply and said, “My Liege!”
I also work at a college campus. I smack shoulders sometimes, but I find that if I stare straight ahead and follow the advice below, people get the heck out of the way.
Honestly this post changed how I carry myself when walking alone in public, or in a situation where I’m the one leading. People definitely move for the murder gaze.
Confirmed. I once had to rush back inside a convention hall as the con was closing in order to a retrieve a sick friend’s medication, and I didn’t understand why people in the crowd were jumping out of my way (literally—one guy vaulted a table) until I realized I was dressed as the Winter Soldier and doing the Murder Walk because that’s just how I walk in those boots. I got the meds, got out, and made a mental note.
I repeated the experiment later, wearing the boots but otherwise my usual clothing and mimicking the expression I thought I’d had at that moment. People parted like I was Charlton Heston.
I now wear that style of boots whenever possible. I recently had a man do a double-take as I walked by and ask me, politely, where I had served because I “looked like a soldier.” I’m not current or former military. I was wearing a flowy purple peasant top and looked as un-soldierlike as possible.
Moral of the story: wear comfortable shoes, square your shoulders, and walk like you’ve been sent to murder Captain America.
WALK LIKE YOU’VE BEEN SENT TO MURDER CAPTAIN AMERICA
It’s called the Murder Strut.
IT’S BACK!!!!!! I was searching for this to show my daughter the other day and couldn’t find it. I’m so glad IT’S BACK!! I will always reblog the Murder Strut!!
A guy on a bike went around me because he could tell I had no intention of moving. Thanks to this post.
One day and I bumped into a guy while doing the Murder Strut and he apologized to me even though I was the one who had bumped into him.
It works wonders.
In case you were wondering, yes you can do this in a wheelchair. Same look in your eyes and let ‘em know you will run them down. Just picture yourself in a sports car accelerating towards someone with the intention of flattening them.
If there’s anything more satisfying than watching Abled men leap out of my way when they realize I’m not moving for them, I can’t think of it atm.
Walk like you’ve been sent to murder Captain America.
Wheel like you’re gonna win the Indy 500 and don’t care how.
Your crutches are short swords; walk like you can see them buried in the bodies of anyone who crosses (in front of) you.
Tumblr: teaching women how to be Moses and part the fucking Red Sea with the power of their minds.
I had never seen these updates to the Patriarchy Chicken Game before and they are all a goddam DELIGHT
Patriarchy Chicken and The Murder Strut, dance names for the new millenium.
OH MY GOD I HAD BARELY SCROLLED DOWN THIS POST AND WAS GONNA SAY “JUST TAKE SOME ADVICE FROM ME THAT I LEARNT FROM AN OLD TUMBLR POST ABOUT WALKING LIKE THE WINTER SOLDIER FROM YEARS AGO” BUT THEN IT TURNED OUT TO BE THIS POST
I first discovered this a few years ago when I was an insecure 14-year-old, and since then I indeed do the “murder strut” and staunch everywhere I go, literally works wonders
murder strut works wonders in the airport and school.
Back in HS, other kids would kinda stream behind me like the tail of a comet because I was several inches taller than most of the student population and the Murder Strut was just…how I walked. Amazingly effective.
In case you have forgotten. The Murder Strut works!
It works on Bourbon Street on a Saturday night and that’s about as crazy as it gets.
I get people asking if they can walk with me past dangerous areas because of the Murder Strut plus being Tall.
It still didn’t work when I was living in South Korea and carrying groceries home and a dude on his phone was determined to walk on the wrong side of the sidewalk and straight into me.
I use the murder strut at my workplace in a high school. After a couple of years of being banged into by careless sophomores, I started employing it, and it has IMMEASURABLY helped me get through hallways. Do the teenagers know I am thinking MURDER and stalking hard? Probably not, but the body language read definitely projects the authority that I am not the librarian they want to bump today.
I have explained the Murder Strut to many teenaged girls, and the results are always both heartwarming and slightly terrifying… As the goddess would have wanted 🤣
beautiful
Know what I find interesting? John and Mycroft stood by while Sherlock had a complete emotional and physical breakdown, resulting in the destruction of Molly’s coffin. If your friend/family is flipping out, usually someone steps in to calm them or diffuse the situation. That’s the normal and automatic reaction. And yet they did nothing. Not even John (who is not only in tune to emotions but is a soldier who could likely handle someone losing their cool) approached till Sherlock was completely spent and on the floor.
And I can almost picture the moment of decision between john and Mycroft. I bet that in the first moment Sherlocks fists shattered that wood, they exchanged only a single look in order to mutually agree, “just let him…he needs this.”
By that time, they knew. They KNEW.
This post just popped up in my notes and I had almost forgotten about it 🥺
If Mary Watson was my wife, I wouldn't hold a petty grudge against her for not telling me about her old life and being a spy-assassin. I'd just accept that my wife is a badass, fall in love with her all over again, and move on. RIP John Watson, but I'm different.
Omg perfection
Loveky!
Ben really was out to get us all in this shoot 😮💨
I, for one, was ever so happy to be gotten 😍
His hair and eyes are sending my head SPINNING 😮💨
Current obsession: THIS LOOK BEN
Affsgdhskksllk… whoa! It’s so hot in here! ❤️🔥❤️🔥
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I’m missing him. That is a fine pic…you know what I like @cumbercougars 🥰🥰
