#i really did love this

[marta-bee]

There's fake relationship, for a case. Fake parenting too, only that part's not so fake after the first thirty seconds or so, and while the relationship stays fake for a while longer, we all know how these things go. Mycroft is a good, if meddling, brother. Lestrade is somehow just as much of a good brother, though his meddling is more of the take-no-BS variety than the deus-ex sort. And as all the best Sherlockian fics must, it ends with bees.

And that's before we even get to the siren's call that is "garridebs." Few Johnlock fans can resist its lure.

Aside from all that, this fic does the less tropey but somehow more commendable (and rare!) work of finding a way to start a John/Sherlock romantic relationship after all the events of the show that still makes sense in light of those events , and at the same time doesn't have this static ending where they've nothing left to accomplish character-wise. Because while our Baker-Street boys have both matured enough for a romantic relationship to make sense, that doesn't mean there's not still room for them to grow into each other. The past shaped them and is addressed, but it doesn't weigh the fic down.

Seriously, go and read the thing.

[breath-of-eternity]

All right I clicked the link and was instantly hooked. The rules are to make cups of tea based on your characters, either something they'd drink themself or something just inspired by them.

This was a lot of fun, so thanks @risingshards <3. I will tag @tourneyofashvara, @ren-c-leyn, @writerfae and everyone else who wants to. It's really fun, so check it out!

These are the cups I made based on the four eternal knights of my book.

For Melusine, the knight of water, who would act like the whole idea was beneath her and then be incredibly exacting about the details, and would absolutely insist they fit her theme of water.

This would be for Agni, the knight of fire, because he would pick the simplest, plainest option for anything, as he's rather dull in that regard.

Imatar, the knight of air, would throw the craziest looking stuff they could find together and have it somehow look good. Also sweets, because when you have an immortal body, you should make good use of it.

The knight of earth, Ereshkigal, would choose something simple that she found satisfying to look at. She would be quite pleased with this, and then she would never actually drink it because she hates ingesting food and beverages.

Find the artist here.

[razzafrazzle]

Just Checking In! (aka Something About Red Triangles)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

License to Kitty.

[maibeloved]

Guess who is back in their gravity falls phase! (After it being dormant for almost a decade!)

[no-face-no-shame]

Locking in seconds before doing the most insane thing possible

[musubiki]

my favorite fields of mistria boys 🥰

[chloesimaginationthings]

Michael learns of Jeff’s pizza from FNAF Into the pit

[herd-reject-arts]

So I'm leaving work and something darts in front of me, maybe 10ft away, too fast for me to see what it is. Peek around the tree blocking my path and I see this

Just like... a whole ass hawk. Dude's gotta be about 1.5ft tall. Massive fucking bird. And it's just staring me straight in my soul like this, even as I try to move ahead. It didn't budge. And there's only this path back to my car unless I want to walk on a busy highway. So I have the option of Death By Raptor or Death By Truck.

So I walk in the poison ivy filled patch off the sidewalk. Guy still isn't moving. Still staring me directly in the eyes. And I do this thing when animals are behaving strangely where I'll talk to them, so I'm just like, "Hey, man. I don't know you. You don't know me. This feels really threatening. I'm just trying to get to my car, dude. Can I get some space please? You're a big fucking bird. I see those claws. You could kill me right now, but I'd appreciate if you didn't, ok?"

It didn't move until I was about 2ft away. Again: I'm as far from it as I can be without walking into the street. It clearly wasn't going to budge. I walk past, thing flies up (silent, btw. Scary) and lands on a brick wall a little further ahead

Anyway. Weird guy. Nearly shit my pants when I noticed a bird big enough to carry off a fully grown cat was just... there, staring me in the face, unwilling to move away from me, a human, something it should see as a threat. I watched behind me the whole rest of the way to my car, just in case this bird decided to help me shed this mortal coil. 10/10 experience. Super cool guy.

[juha-art]

THE NEXT WORLD MURAL

text is from this post by @even-disco-baby <3

mural is inspired by 'the kiss' by hayez

[kimeoshi]

Corrupted Ratio for Twitter! Reached 2k followers and he won in a prompt game

Timelapse:

[akantorrr]

[hhhhunty]

How funny that she never considered that.

[razzafrazzle]

literally my favorite aspect of sock opera is bill calmly but repeatedly failing to buckle his seatbelt. like its funny enough that Bill Cipher of all people is putting on a seatbelt but its so funny that he keeps fucking it up. but he's still just smiling like a dumbass the entire time

[ruporas]

your love returns in tragedy (ID in alt)

[giantkillerjack]

Today my therapist introduced me to a concept surrounding disability that she called "hLep".

Which is when you - in this case, you are a disabled person - ask someone for help ("I can't drink almond milk so can you get me some whole milk?", or "Please call Donna and ask her to pick up the car for me."), and they say yes, and then they do something that is not what you asked for but is what they think you should have asked for ("I know you said you wanted whole, but I got you skim milk because it's better for you!", "I didn't want to ruin Donna's day by asking her that, so I spent your money on an expensive towing service!") And then if you get annoyed at them for ignoring what you actually asked for - and often it has already happened repeatedly - they get angry because they "were just helping you! You should be grateful!!"

And my therapist pointed out that this is not "help", it's "hLep".

Sure, it looks like help; it kind of sounds like help too; and if it was adjusted just a little bit, it could be help. But it's not help. It's hLep.

At its best, it is patronizing and makes a person feel unvalued and un-listened-to. Always, it reinforces the false idea that disabled people can't be trusted with our own care. And at its worst, it results in disabled people losing our freedom and control over our lives, and also being unable to actually access what we need to survive.

So please, when a disabled person asks you for help on something, don't be a hLeper, be a helper! In other words: they know better than you what they need, and the best way you can honor the trust they've put in you is to believe that!

Also, I want to be very clear that the "getting angry at a disabled person's attempts to point out harmful behavior" part of this makes the whole thing WAY worse. Like it'd be one thing if my roommate bought me some passive-aggressive skim milk, but then they heard what I had to say, and they apologized and did better in the future - our relationship could bounce back from that. But it is very much another thing to have a crying shouting match with someone who is furious at you for saying something they did was ableist. Like, Christ, Jessica, remind me to never ask for your support ever again! You make me feel like if I asked you to call 911, you'd order a pizza because you know I'll feel better once I eat something!!

Edit: crediting my therapist by name with her permission - this term was coined by Nahime Aguirre Mtanous!

Edit again: I made an optional follow-up to this post after seeing the responses. Might help somebody. CW for me frankly talking about how dangerous hLep really is.