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[lil-kissy]

@sketchmog

Smol child runs up and using the paw of her stuffed rabbit

*boop*

[bells-of-black-sunday]

I think the funniest part about thinking about killers/survivors actually managing to leave the fog is the fucking beef a lot of them have. Immediately after getting out they're going to beat each other's ass. I just know someone has made a promise of beating someone's ass after they get out and one of them as to keep it.

It's Tar. He would keep it.

[airteacher]

Kai grinned. "You're just mad because I make the new outfits look good." *poses in the red, form-fitted outfit*

"Jinora's blog is over that way."

[ask-dark-monita]

"How could you still be alive and talking?" (Neptune)

"Cuz I got the magic in me!"

@mizumeism

[edenpoise]

eve points to heaven higher ups: fuck you to adam: fuck you fuck me to lucifer: fuck YOU to lilth: fuck you by association sorry girl to charlie: ... you're cool

[secondflame-archive]

"Why will no seamstress agree to alter my clothes?"

[providing-leverage]

Okay but has anybody tried messaging the bots and negotiating a ceasefire? Because we can't go on like this forever. Something must break.

[faeriekit]

"This fic was ai generated—" Cool, so lemme block you real quick

[clonerightsagenda]

I was rambling on the issue of museums and human remains and how certain populations are more likely to have their bodies put on display to be gawked at and then went "well I guess the Pompeii casts were of Europeans. there are bones in there right?" and Googled it to make sure, at which point I confirmed that yes there are bones in there, but more interestingly DNA testing revealed that a cast of an adult holding a child everyone assumed was a mother and child were, in fact, a man and a kid entirely unrelated to him. Honestly that's more moving to me. Maybe they were connected in a way other than blood, but maybe a stranger saw a child when the world was ending and thought the one thing he could do was hold them.

[balrogballs]

i'm a writer irl (can't say who because my agent would rightfully put me into a blender and press the button if i go and out myself as "balrogballs") and honestly the funniest and most humiliating incident of my life was the time my finished manuscript triggered a plagiarism flag with the publisher for two lines of prose in my literary fiction novel...

.... which was word for word similar to a paragraph in a certain explicit work on FFN starring elrond and his batsman from the hobbit films, aka that one elf that looked like he ate panic attacks for breakfast (i forget his name but it's Figwit II) where the lord of imladris bends said twink over his writing desk and gives him the battering ram treatment.

and if you think i had to sit in front of one if the biggest publishing companies in the world and admit that it was, in fact, me who wrote the fic where the lord of imladris bends said twink over his writing desk and gives him the battering ram treatment in order to avoid being wrongly flagged for plagiarism, you would be absolutely correct.

(yes they published the book)

[bells-of-black-sunday]

he's got a weird urge , as if having just received a direct order from god ( me ) that he must carry out : ' good ... boy ? '

International Dog Day

"....Thanks?" Did Haru put people up to this? Why is everyone calling him a good boy? What is happening... Ugh he'll ask him on his break.

[astronomalyy]

parenting

[gemsandjunk]

the two types of billford content

[edenpoise]

⁽ @gctchell ⁾ ― ： replied: . // lilith like "😔 at least the baby makes it out." THAT'S ALL THAT MATTERS-

Eve at Charlie: I hate your entire family ... Charlie: ... Eve: But you're okay

[cheeseanonioncrisps]

An adaptation of Sherlock Holmes set in a world in which the fictional character/literary juggernaut Sherlock Holmes, and all the subsequent adaptations thereof, still exist.

Sherlock Holmes (pronounced Holl-mess, as he is constantly reminding people) just had the misfortune of having parents who really liked the books, and his attitude towards his fictional counterpart is pretty much the same as that of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

Sherlock runs a Youtube Theory channel called Mysteries Unwrapped with Sherlock Holmes. He has received no less than seven cease and desist letters from the Conan Doyle estate, all of which he has so faded managed to rebuff by pointing out that that's literally his name.

(No he won't change his name. He's Sherlock Holmes the real live human person. Let Sherlock Holmes the non existent fictional character change his name.)

John is Sherlock's flatmate. Sherlock almost refused to live with him once he realised that it would mean staying with a medical student named John, and only gave in once John pointed out that: a) he's a biomedical student, which is completely different from an md, and b) his surname isn't Watson.

It's now been three years, which is long enough for them to have developed a genuine friendship, and for John to have a) started working towards his PhD in biotechnology, and b) for him to start dating somebody with the surname Watson.

Sherlock can feel the narrative closing in.

His Youtube channel is meant to be focused on lost media, fan theories and stuff like that, but he keeps accidentally stumbling upon and then solving genuine crimes.

His brother Mycroft may or may not have chosen that name after he transitions specifically to annoy him.

He doesn't even live in London, but somehow the only flat they could afford was on a street named fucking Baker Street.

Sherlock Holmes and the Unescapable Power of the Narrative.