Reblog if you’re over 20 and still read/write fan fiction.

I’m curious!

Ya know, IF you're NOT OVER 20 ya probably shouldn't be here at all.

Come back in a few years when ya have a little real world experience.

I need to see something.

Please reblog this and put in the tags if the surname "Donner" means anything to you (without looking it up first), and if it does, give one or two words that describe what you know. Please also include where you grew up, including the state if you grew up in the US.

You have no idea how unintentionally hilarious this is

[ID: Tags reading "# donner kebab..? # north england" End ID]

Yeah, means Donner Pass, Donner party of immigrants who were the victims of some bad decisions, bad guides, and brutally bad luck.

I literally live up the road from descendants of not-named-Donner survivors; they're great great great great grandkids (did I miss a "great"? maybe) of one of the luckier families.

Now I'm gonna be suspicious if I see "donner kebab" in a fanfic.

Mrs. Lovett's pies, ya know.

i know for sure that kermit can sing and play the banjo, because he's already been in multiple movies and done that. i'm sure benedict would put in a good effort, he commits that way, but kermit is already proficient.

Benedict did learn banjo for The Power of the Dog. Well, he learned enough to have his hands filmed while playing, although just enough to be painfully aware that he was not a real master of the instrument. I figure he wouldn't take on this new movie as Pete Seeger if he didn't think he could do justice by Pete's legacy.

I couldn't watch The Power of the Dog, because I didn't want to watch him be villainous, but I sure am looking forward to seeing him as 1960s Pete Seeger.

right, but kermit has been in multiple musicals playing banjo, plus i would not be surprised if he had actually met pete. i wonder who arlo would pick, now that i think about it. many of both their kids & grandkids are musicians too, maybe one of them.

Yes, you're right, and ya see that Kermit wins this poll by something like 97% to 3%

So if tumblr had the power to change the world ...

what I really want to know now is who tumblr would pick to play Bob Dylan. Would definitely be better with more muppet.

How 'bout Gonzo the Great? He's weird enough to stand in for Dylan.

i know for sure that kermit can sing and play the banjo, because he's already been in multiple movies and done that. i'm sure benedict would put in a good effort, he commits that way, but kermit is already proficient.

Benedict did learn banjo for The Power of the Dog. Well, he learned enough to have his hands filmed while playing, although just enough to be painfully aware that he was not a real master of the instrument. I figure he wouldn't take on this new movie as Pete Seeger if he didn't think he could do justice by Pete's legacy.

I couldn't watch The Power of the Dog, because I didn't want to watch him be villainous, but I sure am looking forward to seeing him as 1960s Pete Seeger.

Pastel houses, Cologne, Germany, the building behind the homes is the Great St. Martin Church.

The Great Saint Martin Church is a Romanesque Catholic church in Cologne, Germany. Its foundations rest on remnants of a Roman chapel, built on what was then an island in the Rhine. The church was later transformed into a Benedictine monastery.

© 2016 Oscar Alcañiz - Please, do not erase this text if you reblog this picture.

I'm thinking of the spiritual courage it takes for the community to display bright colors under the looming shadow of that monstrosity.

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Waiting There For You on AO3 by Mazarin221b

Benedict

Vincent

Eric

Gasp! Oh! Omg, omg, omg!

Redheaded, curls, bearded, glasses …HELP!!

@silentauroriamthereal , @bakingsherlycakes , @jolieblack , and what the hay, @totallysilvergirl !

@jobooksncoffee you going to write a fic about Sherlock going ginger in his years Away? You are, aren't you? Aren't you?

If ever there were a man who looks better with a bit of curl, it's Benedict. This is so much his better self that it's hard for me to remember: this is him dressed for a role. Sadly, sounds like his role in the show Eric is another tortured genius.

We need fanfic to give curly-ginger-haired man a lighthearted chance at happiness ;)

Ya know, there's an old fanfic where Sherlock was naturally red-haired and had dyed his hair dark since school so that people would take him more seriously.

Now imagine what will happen when John finds out what's underneath that sheet draped around Sherlock.

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On AO3: just about the most stupid social-action suggestion I have ever seen.

If you change the name of any of your fics on AO3 to "End Racism in the OTW", I will never again comment on, give kudos to, or even look at any of your fics in the future.

Which I imagine would make you happy, because who would want a person like me as a fan/follower of your work anyway.

So, go for it, be stupid, turn fanfic into your polemic.

I completely support your right to be as stupid as you want to be.

A hard zero for me.

Three. THREE points. I’m ancient as hills.

Two. I never had aol or MySpace.

Wow. I've done all of them.

Used a paper map on Saturday.

Two hikers had three smart devices amongst us, and the stupid paper map was vital for choosing the right trail back.

Must say, I don't miss having to pound the typewriter keys, but ... not all of these "never-have-I-ever" things are now gone and forgotten.

Landlocked states, provinces and territories of North America

In Nebraska it’s illegal to talk about the ocean

i showed this to my dad and he said “nebraskans should stay in nebraska because the culture shock of talking to people who know what the ocean is would kill them instantly” and im not over it

Do Michiganites actually think of their state as landlocked?

Yes, they do. Because the state is, really, landlocked.

I mean, Michiganders are quite rightly happy about living among the Great Lakes -- but those are not the open ocean. Although it's true Great Lakes are big enough that you can't see the other side from one shore, they simply feel like any other local lake with a bit of sandy beach you can walk along.

And as a sailor might cast off on a voyage to be away from land -- well, that's a minimum 600 mile boat trip (a week of sailing); most of the transit hugs lake shore, then there's the canals ... makes sense when midwestern folks feel as if they are (stuck) in the middle of a wide land, which just happens to have a handful of impressive lakes for scenery.

I remember the shock when I first touched the Pacific Ocean after moving west from the Great Lakes state.

Physical shock. Oh it's SO BIG. WAVES. WAVE NOISE. ENDLESS.

Good Samaritans don't kill the vulnerable.

If those ReThugs did not represent 47% of all so-called christians in the USA, I would call them fake christians -- but how can I call them "fake" when they are accepted everywhere.

DeSantis and his kind are sickos. They might merely be pretending to believe to get votes and influence, or they might really believe in god and Jesus. But either way they are sickos for claiming that god is okay with idolizing gun violence, praising murderers (as long as murderer is white-skinned and murdered person is dark-skinned), constantly lying about Jewish people, and coveting money above everything else.

They supposedly believe that god tells them not to sin. Their every word and every action shows that they don't really believe.

Whatever they should be called, no christian with integrity should ever accept them into the fellowship of christians.

And it’s gold and silver medals for Team GB in the men’s individual sabre tonight. These guys are well known training partners but it’s John Watson who takes the honours this time.

For @sherlocksportschallenge 

on Redbubble

No longer on Redbubble sorry.

This reminds me of a story which hinges upon Sherlock as a fencing champion -- although that story doesn't fulfill this fan art because John does not fence and they are not in competition -- but when you read it, you can picture Sherlock returning to the piste for a case.

On the Fence by BeautifulFiction on AO3

Recommended!

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given that ACD's Watson describes Holmes as an "expert swordsman" it's a bit surprising how few fandom authors include "fencing" in the plot of their works.

So, the story prompt in this fanart is still up for grabs: a sport AU where our two favorite men are both on the team and end up competing against each other for the championship ...

The Right/GQP/Elon/MAGA are scared. Manupulating their fear is Republican politics.

Here is some context:

It's not "woke cities" which are the worst for gun deaths per capita. Not at all.

Rural areas and small towns are worse than major cities for gun deaths -- as well as for opioid overdose and fatal automotive accidents -- as well as for violent victimization of LGBTQ folks (although that's a plus in the eyes of the right wing thugs nowadays).

So not only are big cities safer now than they used to be, the blue cities like SF and NYC are actually safer than areas where the MAGAts live.

No reason to be surprised. We were told this a century ago by Sherlock Holmes:

Yes, think of the hidden -- or not so hidden -- wickedness of the ReThugs.

Cincinnati chili is a special treat in my family -- no, I'm not from Cincinnati, never even passed through town -- Cincinnati chili is, properly speaking, a descendant of Greek pasta sauce (such as saltsa kima) which has little in common with western American chili. Cincinnati chili is flavorful with warm spices like cinnamon, nutmeg, clove, bay leaf, and not much if any actual chili heat.

It's never eaten in a bowl by itself, always served over long spaghetti noodles. Okay, so far so good, but I'd be denying myself the real deal if I skip the five-way toppings.

Five way means noodles topped with the chili sauce, cooked beans, minced raw onion, and shredded cheese.

Now that's the way I eat my western chili con carne too. With extra chili spice, because all those noodles and starchy beans and mild cheese soak up the heat.

Male Nude in the Studio of Bonnat, Laurits Regner Tuxen

Sherlock. Earning a bit of money at university as an artist's model.

The timing is actually perfect. Sherlock Holmes is believed to have birth date 1854. Holmes would have been 22 or 23 when this was painted in 1877.

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Of course the location is not plausible for ACD's Holmes.

Don't spoil my fantasy.

Okay, buckle up buckaroos, because today I met an honest-to-goodness cryptid.

I was out running errands and I made a stop at Intimate Books (…for a friend), and on my way out I realized that the bookshop next door was open.

This bookshop has existed for more than a hundred years, and in all my life it has NEVER BEEN OPEN. I mean, I assume it has to be open sometimes, but never at any normal, reasonable hour. Everyone says it’s a front for the mob or something.

So what do you do when the weird mafia bookshop is open? You go the fuck inside.

The first thing I noticed was the smell. You know that smell when you accidentally leave your towel on the bathroom floor all day and you come back to that mildew funk? The shop smelled like that times a thousand. I expected to see stuff growing on the walls, but the books were pristine. We’re talking first editions, rare editions, weird Bibles and books inscribed to really famous dead people. Librarians would weep for the chance to accession this place. In the first two minutes I found a signed copy of The Crucible and what I think was a first edition of Blake’s Book of Thel.

Then a clerk showed up out of nowhere—honestly nowhere. He looked EXACTLY like a bookseller should look, kind of fluffy and bewildered and really, really gay.

“Are you lost?” was the first thing he said to me.

“Nope. Just browsing, thanks.”

“Browsing, I see. Erm. How do you feel about snakes?” he asked. And without waiting for me to answer, he just walked away and vanished around a shelf.

I figured it was a metaphor, or a code phrase for the mafia. Until I turned a corner like ten minutes later and found a little reading nook. It was really pretty, although I feel like that particular window should have been on an interior wall? Anyway, curled up in an armchair in a patch of sunlight was the biggest fuck-off black snake I have ever seen.

Like, I don’t mind snakes in general. But in their normal context, right? Outside. On the ground. Not six feet long and sitting on a threadbare velvet armchair like it owns the place.

I was about to turn around and leave, but I saw a gorgeous first-edition copy of Leaves of Grass on a shelf, a little too close to the snake for comfort. But I had never needed anything so badly in my life.

So I went back to the counter to buy it, but the clerk was nowhere to be found.

While I was waiting, I noticed a collection of pictures hanging on the wall behind the counter, dating back to the very dawn of photography. A couple were of this rock-star looking guy from the 70s that I should probably have recognized, but there were authors and landscapes and stuff, too. There was even an old tintype portrait of Oscar freaking Wilde, sitting in this very shop with a guy that I would ACTUALLY SWEAR was the clerk from before. Like, I know my family all has the same nose, but this guy had the same everything.

After approximately one year of waiting, the clerk came back out to the desk. By now I’ve realized that he’s too bad at his job to be anything but the owner of the shop.

“I saw your snake,” I told him.

“Did you? Was he behaving himself?”

“He was sleeping.”

“Yes, he enjoys that.”

“Does he just stay out in the open like that? What if he gets out?”

He shrugged and smiled. “He always comes home again, the dear boy.”

Right, a homing snake. That’s totally normal.

Then he cleared his throat and asked, in a weirdly reluctant voice, if I was going to buy the Whitman.

“Yes, please,” I told him. “I saw it on a shelf by the snake, and it was just too tempting.”

He sighed. “Oh, yes, I expect it was.”

When I started to hand him my card, he went all fluttery and said that they didn’t take cards.

All right, fine. I had some cash on me, but I told him that he’d sell a lot more books if he got a Square or something.

He got this scandalized look on his face and went, “Why would I want to do that?”

Oookay. I handed over the cash and he popped open the ancient till and started making change.

In shillings. Shillings! I swear to god I saw Queen Anne’s face on one of them. The silver value of the coins was probably as much as I paid for the book.

But I had to have proof that this happened—at that point, all I had was a book in a plain brown wrapper, not appreciably different from what I bought next door. So I asked him for a receipt.

He looked delighted and wrote one up for me.

By hand.

With a fountain pen.

And that’s the story of how I met a bookseller cryptid and his pet snake.

Ooh so excellent!

Not my fandom -- and you had me hooked from a quick glimpse of "the weird mafia bookshop" (who could resist reading more when that's on offer!) and you more than rewarded an attentive reader with the tintype portrait and shillings in the till (perfect details!) -- and now it's breakin' my heart that this clever work is not on AO3 so I cannot go and add some kudos there too.

Thanks, y'all, for keeping this story circulating for all of us to enjoy!

No one asked my opinion, so I will just butt in here anyway -- and y'all can ignore as you wish. As far as I'm concerned, the sooner that FF.net dies the true death, the better. And any old author who has disrespected their readers by refusing to update their works to AO3 ... well ... too bad.

But having said my say, I will cheerfully search for the stories uploaded to AO3.

Five Seconds, two completely different Sherlock fics with that title; xXLadyLovelaceXx, nobody by that name on AO3

Message Not Sent, no; Queerasil, nobody

Explosions, Literal and Otherwise, one non-Sherlock fic with that title; Jennistar1 nobody, there is a Jennistar who has some Sherlock fics but not one matching the summary of the Explosions fic

London's Ghost, one completely different Sherlock fic with that title; JustLikeWater, nobody

AliuIce0814 currently active on AO3, no Sherlock fics on AO3 -- currently active on tumblr [ontinetine] -- maybe could send them a message requesting them to upload their old Sherlock fics to AO3

Lost For Words, three completely different Sherlock fics with that title; notactivesherlockaccount, nobody

That's all I have time for today.

Hope that helps!