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I found this poem by @frogyell and laughed at it for two days straight so take this doodle as a symbol of my appreciation. 😂

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The first meme for 2017 should be all the old ones but wholesome

I’ll go first

What she says: I’m fine What she means: I love you so much and I want to declare it to the world but public extreme expressions of love short of marriage proposals are looked down upon or made fun of by society and I’m worried people are going to judge me but I’m content being by your side because there’s nothing I love more

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How Our Current Understanding of Sherlock and TJLC Have Evolved to Now, A Month After TFP Aired.

Including their intentions and plans with the show, Mark’s love of TPLoSH, the 2009 BBC LGBT report, How They Lie Constantly, The Five-Act Shakespearean Structure, M-Theory with Moriarty and Mycroft, Extra-Narrative and Meta-narrative elements, Moriarty’s Post-TFP message, The Lost Special, The Show Being Reichenbach’d, The Geek Interpreter, The State of the ARG and the BBC Pure Drama Ad, #Sherlock Live, and how in the end we know that something is coming, and soon.

See Also: How TAB foreshadowed and can be used to decode Series 4.

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The nuclear family is probably the greatest enabler of child abuse, ever.

Putting two people in complete control of another person (who is particularly vulnerable and has few legal rights) and then having no oversight for the whole arrangement is the absolute worst idea.

Families are garbage.

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so i don’t think a lot of people really understand how often south asian culture is misinterpreted and appropriated so i’m making a post about it right here.

any mention of third eyes

any mention of chakras

people wearing bindis when they shouldn’t be 

fucking “om” or “aum” tattoos or appliques on things like yoga pants. do you know how fucking disrespectful it is to put a symbol that is so important to my religion and culture on the ass of some white chick’s yoga pants

people wearing maang tikka when they shouldn’t be

anklets with bells on them are very important to the dance culture of south asia and it’s disrespectful to wear them outside of a traditional dance setting

feel free to add any more that i missed because i’m fucking tired

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Adele about Beyoncé in TV Radio Room After Winning Album, Record and Song of the Year.

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I’m crying in the street

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Valentine’s Day Fanfic!!

3 days, 10,386 words, and hazardous levels of coffee. Happy Valentine’s Day, folks!!

Speed Date With Destiny When Molly’s friend cancels on her at the last minute on Valentine’s Day, John is called in from the bisexual reserves to be her wingman at the LGBT society’s speed dating event. And the rest, as they say…

psst, this one is also Molrene

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Any valentines headcanons for Victor and Yuuri? Like how they spend it together or if some fan sent anything crazy in the past (Yuuri sending Victor things every year but being too embarrassed to write his name as the sender??)

“Wait, someone actually sent you their used panties?” Yuuri has no idea what kind of a face he’s making, but he hopes it does the sheer disgust he’s feeling justice, because what is wrong with people?

Victor laughs. “On more than one occasion. Most of the time Yakov just sent them to the incinerator.” 

“’Most of the time’?”

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want answered,” Victor says, horrifyingly, then brightens. “I didn’t get to keep any of the chocolates people gave me—for safety reasons, you know—but the plushies were mine to do whatever with. I usually gave them away to sick kids.”

He remembers. It was SKATING’s December 2003 issue cover story. Victor had been in a white doctor’s jacket smiling wide while the two children he had tucked under each arm flashed peace signs. Stuffed animals were strewn across the floor around them like fallen soldiers. He’d taped it into his cubby at Ice Palace until Takeshi joked that they should beat Yuuri up so Victor would come visit him in the hospital. Yuuri seriously considered it. 

“I can’t believe you kept some of this stuff,” Yuuri marvels, holding up an actual wedding invitation. You are cordially invited to the marriage of Victor Nikiforov and Joanne Spiers…

Yuuri gently places it back into the box. Well, chucks it back in, more like.

“Oh! Let me show you my favorite one!” Victor nudges him out of the way to rummage around, eventually coming up with a little blue envelope with a sticker that’s faded with time and oddly shaped. Yuuri squints at it, trying to place it, when it hits him. He goes very, very still.

“I think I was… maybe 16 when I got this one? It was the sweetest letter I’d ever received.” Victor sighs wistfully and cradles the envelope to his chest as though it were precious, spun glass and lace, before handing it over.

If Yuuri’s hands shake a little as he undoes the katsudon sticker on the backflap and slides the piece of notebook paper out, Victor doesn’t comment on it. Instead, he notches his chin onto Yuuri’s shoulder to read it along with him.

It’s a little yellow, but the faded images of sakura still comes through behind shaky, painstaking Cyrillic penned to fill the page.  

Dear Victor,

You are the greatest skater in the whole wide world. I am a skater too but I am only 12 years old and I am still learning. I did a triple axel for the first time yesterday! I hope you are proud. Someday I would like to hold your hand and skate with you. We could do a triple axel together. Please wait for me. 

Happy Valentine’s Day!

“I wanted to write back, but they didn’t leave a name or a return address,” Victor says softly, reaching around Yuuri to brush reverent fingers over the page. “Even with the terrible translation, it was the most genuine expression of love I’d ever seen at that time. I brought that letter with me everywhere I went, hoping I might catch a glimpse of that kid in the crowd, or even on the ice. Whoever it was, I hope they continued to skate. I really would’ve liked to have skated with them.”

The boxy letters swim and blur, spreading out until they’re vague blobs, and when Yuuri blinks to clear it, the page is wet. “It wasn’t terrible.”

“Hmm?”

Turning in Victor’s arms, Yuuri beams up at him through his tears. “The translation. It wasn’t terrible. Vasiliev-sensei at Ice Palace wrote it out for me and I spent hours practice-copying it to make sure it was perfect.”

He can see the moment realization dawns, because Victor’s furrowed brow ripples and smoothes out, jaw dropping almost into Yuuri’s lap. “You—”

The world tilts dangerously and skews when he’s tackled onto his back, and Yuuri laughs up at the ceiling as Victor presses frantic kisses to his mouth, his neck, the swells of his cheeks and the sides of his nose. He shakes with a giddy sort of joy, drowning under a wave of relief nearly fifteen years in the making, and reaches up to palm Victor’s face—a little older, a little more mature, but still the greatest skater in the whole wide world who was everything to a little boy once. Even more now as a man. 

“Thank you for waiting for me,” Yuuri murmurs, then leans up and meets Victor halfway.

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me

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Part 5 of Yuri on frozen water but with CG voices and bad writing from an enthusiastic writer. This almost killed my laptop.

Part 4: Eye of the Tiger // Part 5: Where I Take This Seriously? // Part 6 coming soon like i dunno maybe next week?

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Part 4 of Yuri on Ice but with bad CG voices and poor writing (with the additional benefit of mediocre editing)

Part 3: Pip Pip Yurio // Part 4: Eye of the Tiger // Part 5: Where I Take This Seriously?

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Oh! My!! God!!!

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Linguistic and academic valentines, via twitter. 

(More context on Stroop tests, grue, “i lik the bred”, and the stress system of English poetry.)

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i just have so many ideas and ambitions that i get overwhelmed and then i never do anything at all

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You were a vision in the morning when the light came through

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If I had your talent and I was wasting it on fanart where all I did was copy photos I would seriously kill myself. You're basically a plagiarist in visual form. This is all just appalling to me, and the sheer amount of life wasted here is mindblowing. How do you live with yourself? I feel so bad for you that you think this is art. I sincerely hope when realization sinks in that you've done so much nothing that you have people who care because it's going to be a rough awakening. Damn this is sad.

Uggggggghhhhh