Episode 139: 10th Anniversary
It's Sherlock's birthday, but it's also the 10 YEAR anniversary of @threepatchpodcast! We're celebrating with an old-school 4+ hour episode full of reminiscing and drunken shenanigans.
Featuring:
A celebration of a decade of Sherlock fanworks with @emmagrant01, @merindab, @bluebellofbakerstreet, Iwantthatcoat, @themrsscience, and @songlin
A look back at the Setlock era with @penns-woods, Geny, and @foxestacado
Drunk history of TPP with @emmagrant01, @sundayduck, @kelly-mads, and @suspup
Our favorite ever top tens with @themrsscience, @hpswl-cumbercookie, and @suspup
Plus more staff memories and behind-the-scenes stories from the last 10 years of podcasting!
Stream or download on our website or wherever you catch your pods!
Art by @foxestacado
Reblog to help us celebrate a literal DECADE of monthly podcast episodes about fandom!
118 notes
·
View notes
first impressions: super excited to see such a thorough discussion of my piece in the tags! this person is so sweet 🥹 oh and they’re an older latine! its so rare to run into other latines in the fanfic space i should reach out ☺️!
current impression: mi xavito lindo! such a sweet boy who i yap too constantly (and i worry about yapping too much to). genuinely makes me so happy to flip my phone over and find a message from you 🥺💕 im so happy to be friends with you and so thankful to have sent you a message :) super excited for our future lotr night 💕💕 - @mikichko 💕
Mi vida, mi amor, mi tesoro eterno 💕💕💕💕
I can't fucking believe our first exchange was because of a fucking writing analysis, help me what a nerd 😆😆
YOU BETTER STOP APOLOGIZING FOR YOUR YAPPING, I FUCKING LOVE IT!! You're such a wonderful fucking friend and I love you so much I'd burn the world for you 😘😘 our next movie night is gonna be fucking amazing, and you know why? Cos I'll get to spend time with you 💕💕
2 notes
·
View notes
Cronus has a wide, short box arrive on a nearby surface, wrapped in pearlescent-yellow paper with a pink bow on top and a note attached.
"ii know iit's been a whiile and we don't talk much, but you're cute and aiitar liikes you- so ii hope you liike these!!
-cookiie 💗"
Inside is a circular piece of stained glass art bearing a violet Aquarius symbol in its center, surrounded by clear and pink shards arranged in no particular pattern. It sits on top of a pink-and-purple blanket long enough to cover someone over 6ft tall.
You've been preoccupied, suffice to say; preoccupied with trying to stay alive (or... un-alive? You don't know the right terminology and you don't give a shit either, honestly) and then preoccupied with grieving the loss of someone who doesn't deserve it.
You'd put the gift in your sylladex when it arrived, figured you'd get around to it when you felt up to the task, and now you're safe in this bubble with friends around you and the good days outnumber the bad ones, so you guess that's now.
You retrieve it from your dex, twirl the box in your hands looking for the note you're sure it came with. It falls into your lap and you give it a cursory glance and then feel like a real piece of shit for not getting around to this sooner. For just letting it sit in your sylladex, abandoned for over a fucking month.
You pout, undo the ribbon. You pull out the glass art, treat it like it's fragile and precious, like it's priceless, and it fucking is, at least to you. It's been a long time since you've owned anything this pretty.
You don't know what to do with it; you're afraid of breaking it. You put it in your sylladex for safe-keeping and promise yourself not to forget about it.
You peek into the box again, run your hand across the blanket; soft, sateen, if you had to guess. It's light under your fingers and smooth to the touch and it's another bit of luxury you've grown unaccustomed to. You love it and you don't think you deserve it at all.
You pick up the note, stew for a second in your own guilt.
... you could at least reach out. You can at least thank him, send him some food, if he's interested.
You can at least do that.
2 notes
·
View notes
its just occurred to me the sheer amount of time ive spent listening to jrwi
so im on episode 64, and just estimating that each episode was like 1 1/2 long (which is severly underestimating) that would be 96 hours of content but im listening on on 1.2x speed which brings it closer to 80 but like i said thats severely undershooting so ive listened to over 80 hours in about 3 weeks
rhats fucking insane oh my god
…. So I did a lil math— adding up just the hours and minutes of episodes 1-64 (no seconds, no rounding up, so this is 100% definitely to some extent lower than in reality) is 90 hours and 37 minutes. with the 1.2 speed, that places your pace at approx 75 hours and 30 minutes— aka a bit over 3 straight days.
3 weeks is only 504 hours. 75.5 hours is 14.9% of 504 hours. and that’s not ‘hours awake’, that’s hours in general.
assuming 8 hours of sleep each night, that gives you 336 hours awake. 22.4% of which was watching riptide. OVER 1/5th of your conscious existence for the past 3 weeks has been riptide.
(and that’s all technically a lowball since i completely disregarded seconds which would slowly add up to more minutes of watchtime BFJDND)
tldr. are you Okay.
31 notes
·
View notes
A fantasy/soft sci-fi story that features a race of creatures who are apparently - for no really sensible reason - all male. And upon encountering humans for the first time, one of them discovers that women exist. And this is an epiphany, and the most splendid news in the entire world as he knows it. Holy shit, women. It takes him some time before he stops making sure that every human he encounters is aware that women exist, it would be a pity if they wouldn't. They do, all of them do, and some of the ones that he addresses are women, who apparently come in a far wider range of appearances than he had previously been aware of. This, too, is amazing.
Neglecting whatever duties he was supposed to be performing while among humans, he focuses mainly on learning more about women. This leads to learning about human romantic relationships, which leads to discovering polyamorous relationships, and the LGBT community. All of which are splendid discoveries.
Eventually, after having not heard anything of their duty-neglecting emissary for months, the people receive one letter that basically goes "I am ceasing my mission and relinquishing my position in order to make a home here. Do not try to seek me, I am currently living in a household of seven women including myself, and I will fight you if you try to remove me. Farewell."
And these people, relieved to finally get a confirmation that they can get someone else on the task, just look at this letter like "what the fuck is a woman."
4K notes
·
View notes