#meshled

[miketownsends]

Hi. What’s happened with the Mariners. Yes i could go look this up and if you tell me to i will but if it is something you would like to explain/rant about i would love to hear it.

you’re talking about this post specifically, right?

so basically what was happening here was that the home plate umpire was doing uhhhhhh a bad job calling balls and strikes. that square in the middle is (a representation of) the strike zone. in general, you would expect to see strikes (red circles) inside the square. the further inside the square a ball is, or the further outside the square a called strike is, the worse the call is (in general, there’s some nuance there). this particular umpire was making pretty bad calls all game - the pictures in the post are just two of them.

in the first image, you can see that there’s a ball pretty far inside the strike zone in the upper right corner. this is bad! that batter should’ve struck out on that pitch. (he did eventually get out anyway, but the pitcher had to throw more pitches to reach that outcome, which isn’t ideal).

in the second image, there’s a ball on the line down in the lower right corner. this doesn’t LOOK like as bad of a call, but that should’ve been strike three and instead it walked Fitzgerald. so now instead on a guy on 3rd with two outs you have runners on the corners and only one out. the game would’ve ended when the next batter struck out and the Mariners would’ve won. instead Fitzgerald would come around to score the winning run on a base hit.

that’s just the way the cookie crumbles in baseball sometimes, but MAN it sucks to be on the wrong end of it.

[who-suffered-more]

Submitted by @ivy-meshle

Propaganda: “What if Jesus was depressed and enslaved and couldn’t save people and god personally hated him”

[ivy-meshle]

Man those tball players sure are interesting huh. Shame about the games today but I’m sure Tuesday will be fun!

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Khaza pressured me into joining the rest of the team here on [tumblr]

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u asked me what everyone was talking about ;Þ

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GO TO HELL

#wasnt enough for you to steal his face now ur commenting on his tumblr GO TO HELL

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Man what is going on in NERD 💀 istg every new thing I learn about them is more insane than the next

#what is a tab. why did the fans kill someone. what do you mean players explode??

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Ava is home safe for anyone worrying. Funeral is being held in a week at the Orchard.

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Thank you.

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FUCK

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NOT GUNNER TOO

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Fuck. Fuck! Goddammit! How much more is this goddamn weather going to take from us!

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I’m not drinking. I’m just fucking angry.

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We were going to brunch tomorrow. Fuck.

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I can’t deal with this right now. I don’t know what to do.

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DMd you

#call me asap #i can and will get to sleepy hollow in under an hour #i don’t care about traffic laws

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Hell yeah we’re in the championships!! Sorry to ████ but you can’t beat good wine B)

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HELL YEAH we’re in the Territory Cup! See you NERDs tomorrow

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Or not. Why does your games manager practice with you.

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Does it matter? We’ll crush you all the same

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#selfies like those u can crush me any time #<- prev tags I see you being horny on main Esme #maybe not the girl in mourning?? #tball topic tag #here’s to you #ah fuck I don’t have an apple barons tag uhhhhhh #one sec let me google something #good to the core #<- apple barons motto

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Happy tball tsunday!

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Nvm lol. Apparently Gina sprained her ankle 😔 get better soon!

[shernola]

since most people following me probably know jack shit about the source material at this point, i'm rereading The Case Of The Left-Handed Lady because that's the only one I can find atm (book 2). knocked it out in a single afternoon because these are short af. below the cut is liveblogging of the shernola parts as i read it. probably gonna be very long but i'm already having fun so wheeee. Shernola Propaganda.

one single page in and we've got this conversation between Sherlock and Mycroft after an extended argument where Sherlock is already in support of Enola not going to finishing school.

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“Logic is not everything.” (this is Sherlock)

“Certainly this is the first time I have ever heard you say so!” No longer placid or comfortable, the stout man sits forward in his armchair, his boots (sheathed by impeccable spats) planted on the parquet floor. He demands, “Why are you so – so overridden by emotion, so affected? Why is locating our rebellious runaway sister different than any other little problem – ”

“Because she is our sister!”

“So much younger that you have met her exactly twice in your life.”

The tall, hawk-faced, restless one actually stands still. “Once would have been enough.” His quick, sharp voice has slowed and softened, but he does not look at his brother; rather, he appears to stare through the oak-panelled walls of the club-room to some distant place – or time.

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"Once would have been enough" for you to throw down with Mycroft about her, huh? (also. they didnt grow up together and have only met twice. those incest-bad connections in the brain have NOT formed for these two). Sherlock Holmes saying that Logic Isn't Everything because he loves his baby sister. Hm.

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and then it cuts to Enola's perspective, where she's already established a business for The Finding Of Lost People And Things, posing as Ivy Meshle, the secretary of the ACTUAL "guy in charge" who always just so happens to be out at the moment. and her first client is none other than John Watson, on Sherlock's behalf

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“Doubtless you know that I boarded for several years with Mr. Sherlock Holmes at the beginning of his astounding career, but as I am now married and in general practice as a medical doctor, I see far less of him than I did formerly. It has not escaped my notice, however, that since this past summer he has seemed uneasy in his mind, and over the past few months positively distraught, to the extent that he is not eating properly, nor sleeping, and I have become concerned for him not only as a friend but as a physician. He has lost weight, his colour is unhealthy, and he has grown quite melancholy and irritable.”

Busily noting down all this for “Dr. Ragostin,” I was able to keep my head lowered over my desk so that Dr. Watson would not see my face. A good thing, for I am sure dismay showed; tears formed in my eyes. My brother, paragon of the coldly logical mind, distraught? Unable to eat or sleep? I had no idea that he was capable of such depth of feeling. Least of all about me.

...

I shivered with fear.

Of my brother Sherlock, whom I adored.

He was my hero. He was my nemesis. I very nearly worshipped him. But if he tracked me down, I would lose my freedom forever.

Yet – he was distraught on my account?

I could no longer tell myself that I had hurt nothing except his pride.

...

My other brother, Mycroft, entered my thoughts only briefly; I did not care whether his pride were hurt. Although quite as intelligent as Sherlock, otherwise he rather resembled last night’s left-over cooked potato, cold and inert. He did not care for me enough to try to find me.

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"Sherlock is suffering because he's worried about me? Sherlock is showing emotions because of me? This is the worst news I've ever heard in my life." "I very nearly worshipped him." "Mycroft doesn't give a flying fuck about me. Potato man." Your bias is showing

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someone has attempted to garotte Enola as one of her OTHER identities, The Sister Of The Streets, where she dresses as a nonverbal nun and goes out helping homeless people

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But on this particular day, with the pain in my throat exacerbated by a lump that had arisen therein, I suddenly, achingly realised that I wanted – I wanted something. Or someone.

I wanted no longer to be alone.

Enola, alone, with no one to walk by my side.

With no one to confide in.

With no one to comfort me.

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girlie you want your Sherlock.

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Sherlock has intercepted Enola's message to her mother and and tried to bait her into a trap. Enola figured that out, obviously, and instead takes this chance to break into his house (after watching him leave. obviously.)

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Striding off towards the British Museum, he passed me without a glance. Other than letting his forelock hang, he had not done anything to his face, and with a pang in my heart I saw that his hawk-like features did, indeed, look pale and harrowed, as his friend Watson had said.

Silent, suffering a queer inward pain, I watched him walk by.

I took a long breath and let it out again.

Then I moved on.

...

Mrs. Hudson tsked over the books and papers strewn everywhere. “Mr. Holmes is tidy in his dress and in his personal habits if not in his housekeeping,” she excused him. “He’s a real gentleman. Whatever your difficulty may be, he’ll do his best to help you with it, miss, and never mind whether you can pay him or not.”

Her words brought fresh tears to my eyes, for despite his trickery, I wanted to believe all goodness of my brother.

...

With a sigh of relief, I smiled. I had been right all along. Mum was safe in the country somewhere, and Sherlock was trying to outsmart his disgraceful younger sister. When he went home, he would find out who was smart.

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breaking and entering successful! has stolen back the cipher book from their mom that he had stolen first and been using to read their messages!

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While I adored Mum’s handiwork, I found myself now turning my attention to my brother’s notations. He had pencilled them so lightly that I could easily have erased them, so that my cipher book would be once again the way Mum had given it to me. But rather to my surprise, I found that I wanted to keep Sherlock’s intrusions. I wanted to possess something of my brother, if only his small, precise lettering beneath my mother’s artistic flourishes.

Handwriting tells a great deal about a person in my opinion, both that which is plain to be seen and that which may be hidden. I had been thinking of my brother Sherlock as the great detective, incisive and commanding, but his handwriting was smaller than my mother’s. He did not think of himself as so very big. He might indeed be a bit shy in his way, as I was.

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Wants to keep something of Sherlock (specifically, "wanted to possess something of my brother" which has a very different vibe than "i want a memento of my brother"). Handwriting analysis of the annotations he left in the book he stole from her first. "he's just like me fr".

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Enola, as The Sister Of The Streets, encounters Sherlock, as a random homeless man looking for his "granddaughter" "Ivy", who he believes to be homeless. Luckily, he does NOT clock The Sister as Enola since she wears a veil and doesn't speak.

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The next morning Ivy Meshle, for the first time since her visit to Baker Street, reported to work without fear. No longer did that worthy secretary need to fret, for Sherlock Holmes did not seek her; he was on the hunt for a poor street vendor who had worn a waterproof.

So I felt better, yet worse, for I had heard a quiver of emotion – the genuine article, I sensed, not just an actor’s rendition – in my brother’s voice when he had described me as a skinny girl crying with wretchedness.

Surely he realised I did not actually live in poverty? He knew I had money.

But just as surely Mrs. Hudson had told him how miserably I had been weeping when she let me in.

Confound everything. Intent only on getting my cipher book back, I hadn’t realised how such news might affect him.

How, how could I safely reassure brother Sherlock of my well-being?

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girl literally only gives a shit about Sherlock's emotions. fuck Mycroft, who's Mycroft, she doesn't know him. Sherlock, however,

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But I so badly wanted her to advise me about Sherlock. Without benefit of her greater wisdom, how might I take action? Send my brother a letter of reassurance? But – he was so confoundedly clever – what if he somehow traced it back to me?

Place a similar message for him in the newspaper personal columns?

But to do so, even in cipher, would be to make our family difficulties public. I could not risk damaging Sherlock’s pride even worse than I had already. Moreover, surely brother Mycroft – who so far, cold kidney pie that he was, had not much troubled me or my thoughts – surely Mycroft would see such a message as well, and what sort of hornet’s nest might ensue . . . I could not imagine.

I had no idea what to do.

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"hmmmm I COULD leave a coded message in the newspaper like I've BEEN doing to talk with Mom, but then MYCROFT might see it, and I don't want MYCROFT to know I'm okay. Sherlock needs to know I'm okay though because it's keeping me up at night." Enola, sweetheart.

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Enola has LOCATED the missing person, who was promptly garotted by a person Enola promptly stabbed. she then took Lady Cecily to Dr. Watson's place because yknow. this girl was just garotted she needs a doctor. Sherlock happened to be there when Enola arrived (as The Sister Of The Streets), and Sherlock and Watson are both way more interested in the garotted Lady than The Sister.

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And there was every reason for me to leave. Dr. Watson’s attention might turn towards me, or the attention of his friend might do the same; my brother might recognise me. Moreover, at any moment Lady Cecily might regain her senses and say my name, which like a fool I had told her.

Every nerve told me to flee.

Yet, instead, like an overlarge black moth drawn to a candle-flame, I ghosted into the room with the others.

With my brother.

...

The silence stretched, then broke. Watson broke it, his voice a bit strained. “I think it’s not her blood, Holmes.”

“I would quite like to know whose,” murmured the great detective. Then he spread his hands towards me in a pacific yet quelling gesture, and he started to protest, or cajole, “My dear Sister – ”

His dear sister.

Those words – how oddly they affected me.

“Do not condescend to me!” I hardly recognised my own quite distinctive, aristocratic voice bursting forth, as it never should have done, from under my veil. “I am in no need of assistance. On the other hand, Lady Cecily” – with a jerk of my weapon I indicated the still-unconscious girl lying on the sofa – “daughter of Sir Eustace Alistair, requires more care than I can give her.” Although she was unlikely ever to receive it – care for her alienisation of the psyche, her secret left-handed self. But if the police were on the way, there was no time to explain. I continued, “The villain who garroted her – ”

His voice glassy and cracked with – with incredulity, I suppose – my brother interrupted, “Enola?” His face had gone as keen and white as a fine carving in marble.

“Do not speak. Listen.” There was no time for melodrama; I had to finish what I was saying. “Please attend to what I am telling you. The garroter is [redacted bc it's a spoiler for if you're actually gonna read the book]. You are likely to find him at some surgeon or hospital, with the marks of my knife on him.”

I could only hope that Dr. Watson had taken in most of this, for my brother evidently had not. He responded in much the same way as before. “Enola?”

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THE Sherlock Holmes. reduced to "Enola? my Enola? my Enola alive and not dead? my Enola obviously in a dangerous situation?"

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now, Sherlock knows that Enola is The Sister Of The Streets, and Enola has to abandon that identity. she also has to hide somewhere for the night because now the cops are after her because Sherlock called them and she's way too far from home. So she goes and hides in Sherlock's apartment. because she KNOWS he's spending the night roaming the streets after her instead of coming home.

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At dawn, the great detective climbs the stairs to his rooms, his step uncharacteristically leaden due to the fatigue and frustration of hours spent searching for a black butterfly that had paused for a few moments almost within his grasp before disappearing into the night, gone like a spirit – but his sister is no spirit, confound everything; she is a mere skinny broomstick of a girl, unequipped with wings, and could not possibly have actually flown away from the stony face of London; wherever could she have got to? Why could he not find her?

Head and shoulders bowed under the weight of his failure, he enters his lodging and closes the door behind him.

Odd. The sitting-room is quite warm, as if someone has been keeping the fire going all night. But that cannot be.

Yet it is. Glancing towards the hearth, he sees flames leaping merrily, and finds himself suddenly fully alert, for who – what intruder has entered here?

But even as he turns up the gas to have a look about, he strongly suspects, indeed even in advance of proof he knows, and chagrin as keen as a stiletto blade stabs his heart; he clenches his fists to keep from cursing aloud. In the fireplace he sees a substantial amount of charred black fabric, formerly a “nun’s habit,” no doubt. He can expect to find some garments missing from his supply of disguises. His oh-so-clever sister has made her escape after spending the night hiding in his own rooms, the one place he had not thought to look for her.

“The nerve of the girl!” he whispers between teeth set edge to edge. “The impudence, the effrontery, the sheer, unmitigated daring of her!” But as he glares at the evidence that, once again, his sister has outsmarted him, his hands relax along with his mouth, his thin lips twitch into a smile, and he begins heartily and almost joyously to laugh.

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oh he's so into it. sapiosexuals. the both of them.

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anyways thats the book! as I said earlier, these things are SUPER short, I knocked this one out in a single afternoon. if you EVER find yourself wanting a quick read, please. please do it. You Will Not Regret Reading Enola Holmes.

[huh-enheim]

I made a dungeon meshi OC (dungeon meshling?) to add to some friends' OC adventuring party and I keep wanting to post 'em but I keep minorly redesigning and redrawing the outfits because I'm still not yet happy with it

[ugly-cryer]

@ivy-meshle

For Bram I was planning for him to be more cozy or having Aya convince Bram to do winter activities that aren't directly related to Christmas. Cookie baking for example.

[marypsue]

#I’m not stopping it then it’s like antibiotics #you take it until the doctor says you can stop because if you don’t you WILL regret it (via @ivy-meshle)

the self-indulgent fanfiction will continue until morale improves

[ivy-meshle]

hubris save me

@ivy-meshle so I can reblog this later lol

[companionwolf]

@ivy-meshle

baby ghast

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[roll-a-troll]

You're Meshle Niecul. You're lime. You masquerade as Violet; Aqucen is okay enough to hide as. At 24 sweeps, you've made a life for yourself. Heir suits you. You're Fond of Men, you use they/them. Fuck it, you ball. Your whiffet mom raised you poorly, you don't begrude the creature, though. Would you trade your life for anything else? Yes. You're tired of hiding You wish you could've changed the world. When you had the time, you did amateur astronomy, and you weren't half bad, and it kept the time moving.. You've been training very hard at the pistol, it's gonna pay off any day now. You use the handle talkativeAndroid on grubtube. When you type, you use |Y| for your capital M's and use all lowercase, out of old habit. via roll-a-troll https://ift.tt/OtvlPTa, do as you please

[companionwolf]

@ivy-meshle

i am in love with these lil guys

[ivy-meshle]

Tball discord is making me feel things. Plus the Territory Cup going the way it did is making me feel More things. Yuo know how it goes.

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Okay does this work oh look it does thank you Gaza this is so much nicer how do I get it to stop tap it again oh okay thank

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Gaza helped me figure out speech to text no not Gaza Gaza no KH not G

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Khaza

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Okay that worked Khaza just had to type her name a bunch so it knows I want to say Khaza and not the other one wait she doesn’t spell her pronouns like that she uses the other ones SIE and HIR not those

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I can’t do the typing thing again because both pronouns sound the same

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Don’t worry about it. I've got worse problems.

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Okay thank you I appreciate it

#ismd srill rryinf ti leRN TO RUPD

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now i look stupid in front of hot girl. my life is over 😔

#i told her i’d crush her and then we lost two games in a row #im losing my mind

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Hhhholy shit

#SHE JSUT POSTED HERE AND CALLED ME HOT #HOWDYA LIKE EM GRAPES WHISKEY?? #or howdya like em apples. since she’s an apple baron

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hey check out this cool new trick i learned *i try to do a backflip and kick you in the face before landing on my hip, fucking it up. we have to call corvid to drive us to urgent care because gunner is dead and teccie didnt inherit his driving ability*

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you know this format is for stuff that didn't actually happen right

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I mean haha yeah thats funny deb. thatd be crazy.

#don't look at me #don't even talk to me #no i didnt get a concussion im just a silly little guy

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ok my bad i did not realize how NERD rolls.

#i thought for sure the girl who was dating(?) the guy the fans killed would not be looking for a new so yet #but what do i know i guess

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my dash is looking wild after those games

[adokle]

Masked Crow (And/or raven (or something else idk) Guy from 2 panels of the Archie Sonic Champions arc, plus a few others. 

Think Champions is my favourite post reboot arc solely for the eccentric npc char designs in it (Also Honey debuts, which is a plus.)

[oifaaa]

I followed you for Star Wars and ALSO get DC content? Truly I am blessed

I'm glad you feel that way it's always so nerve racking to post art that isn't star wars so it really makes me happy to know some people are enjoying the other art I post as well

[companionwolf]

@ivy-meshle

HAPPY GHASTLING