#i went to durham

[cicaklah]

Ya girl watched saltburn and will never be the same again.

[yourdailyjormy]

bit chilly today lads

[pheonixbuchanan]

RIP Bunny Corcoran you would have loved Durham University

[cocteautwinslyrics]

i love mustard so fucking much

[thursdayg1rl]

now im sad…

[pheadrus]

had to stop talking to this guy bc his answer to “does god exist” was that he “assumes god exists and goes from there” and when asked why he said “bc a lot of debates make more sense if god exists” and that. is a worldview i can’t begin to understand… what are his priorities? how does he understand truth? what motivates him? who knows

[ukrfeminism]

The creation of sexually explicit "deepfake" images is to be made a criminal offence in England and Wales under a new law, the government says.

Under the legislation, anyone making explicit images of an adult without their consent will face a criminal record and unlimited fine.

It will apply regardless of whether the creator of an image intended to share it, the Ministry of Justice (MoJ) said.

And if the image is then shared more widely, they could face jail.

A deepfake is an image or video that has been digitally altered with the help of Artificial Intelligence (AI) to replace the face of one person with the face of another.

Recent years have seen the growing use of the technology to add the faces of celebrities or public figures - most often women - into pornographic films.

Channel 4 News presenter Cathy Newman, who discovered her own image used as part of a deepfake video, told BBC Radio 4's Today programme it was "incredibly invasive".

Ms Newman found she was a victim as part of a Channel 4 investigation into deepfakes.

"It was violating... it was kind of me and not me," she said, explaining the video displayed her face but not her hair.

Ms Newman said finding perpetrators is hard, adding: "This is a worldwide problem, so we can legislate in this jurisdiction, it might have no impact on whoever created my video or the millions of other videos that are out there."

She said the person who created the video is yet to be found.

Under the Online Safety Act, which was passed last year, the sharing of deepfakes was made illegal.

The new law will make it an offence for someone to create a sexually explicit deepfake - even if they have no intention to share it but "purely want to cause alarm, humiliation, or distress to the victim", the MoJ said.

Clare McGlynn, a law professor at Durham University who specialises in legal regulation of pornography and online abuse, told the Today programme the legislation has some limitations.

She said it "will only criminalise where you can prove a person created the image with the intention to cause distress", and this could create loopholes in the law.

It will apply to images of adults, because the law already covers this behaviour where the image is of a child, the MoJ said.

It will be introduced as an amendment to the Criminal Justice Bill, which is currently making its way through Parliament.

Minister for Victims and Safeguarding Laura Farris said the new law would send a "crystal clear message that making this material is immoral, often misogynistic, and a crime".

"The creation of deepfake sexual images is despicable and completely unacceptable irrespective of whether the image is shared," she said.

"It is another example of ways in which certain people seek to degrade and dehumanise others - especially women.

"And it has the capacity to cause catastrophic consequences if the material is shared more widely. This Government will not tolerate it."

Cally Jane Beech, a former Love Island contestant who earlier this year was the victim of deepfake images, said the law was a "huge step in further strengthening of the laws around deepfakes to better protect women".

"What I endured went beyond embarrassment or inconvenience," she said.

"Too many women continue to have their privacy, dignity, and identity compromised by malicious individuals in this way and it has to stop. People who do this need to be held accountable."

Shadow home secretary Yvette Cooper described the creation of the images as a "gross violation" of a person's autonomy and privacy and said it "must not be tolerated".

"Technology is increasingly being manipulated to manufacture misogynistic content and is emboldening perpetrators of Violence Against Women and Girls," she said.

"That's why it is vital for the government to get ahead of these fast-changing threats and not to be outpaced by them.

"It's essential that the police and prosecutors are equipped with the training and tools required to rigorously enforce these laws in order to stop perpetrators from acting with impunity."

[theweepingangelofcas]

Eat The Rich, Feed Them to the Cats - Moriarty Bros x Reader

Anyone else in the USA having a crisis? Me too! Let's all maladaptive daydream together that our sweet dear Sherlock boys are with us, on our side.

Title is inspired by a fav nonprofit cat shelter of mine, Wonky Hearts Animal Haven. Please go check them out. They have stories that are truly so heartwarming and uplifting, it's a great distraction.

(No, I do not believe all men are bad. I myself have a male fiance whom I love and trust very much. But the election has left me feeling helpless and scared, as though my rights or my body don't matter. I'm writing this to vent. I respect if your political opinions are different than me, but I ask that you do not attack me in the comments, my dm's, etc)

******************

William Moriarty

You two had been together for years now, since you two were teenagers. You've shared everything. Hopes, dreams, ideals... So when he saw someone try to harass you simply because of your gender? That won't do.

"Oi! Pretty broad!"

The random man's words did little to phase you. You didn't even speed up your footsteps. But your dear William stopped in his tracks.

Oh, yes, that's right. No one had ever been stupid enough to cat call you with him around before.

"Y/N..." his gaze had turned to the man, unblinking, "Did you not hear what that man just so crudely yelled at you?"

You shrugged, stopping in your tracks to try and let him catch up to you. He didn't dare move.

"It's nothing, William. Happens all the time to us ladies."

If you didn't know better, you'd say his eye just twitched.

"Is that so? And here I was, thinking it was mostly noblemen who were the rotten part of our society."

He smiled then. Like his mind wasn't 100% alongside you anymore.

His cane left the ground, being weilded in both hands almost like a baseball bat.

Or, more accurately, perhaps he was holding it like a mace.

It was safe to say, no man went within a few dozen meters of you for quite some time after that. After all, you always had your dear William with you now.

Louis Moriarty

Oh, did you think William would be protective?

Ha!

Louis is SO MUCH WORSE

To be completely fair, he was already practically a guard dog for both you and William. You had been engaged to him for a few months, and each passing day he just wanted to spend more time by your side.

This was how he found out how truly awful some men could be.

You two had boarded a train back to Durham, coming back from a lunch date together. You two had managed to score a semi-private spot in the lunch car, meaning that he could hold you without too much fuss from the rest of society. One hand was in yours, the other wrapped around your waist. You had both ordered drinks, his a sophisticated Earl Grey tea, yours a refreshing seltzer water. That was when your waiter came back up to you both.

"Sir, I know this is quite uncouth of me to say, but the gentleman a few seats down won't stop staring at your lady friend there." He gestured to you, specifically your chest, and you seemed to shrink into your seat instantly.

Louis scowled, "Thank you for informing me. You're dismissed, good sir."

The waiter stepped away, and Louis's grip on you got tighter.

"It's fine, darling. You mustn't fret." You tried to comfort him, but his scowl only deepened.

"I will fret." He turned his head, catching eyes with a man a few booths down. He did, indeed, seem to be staring at you. "And I'm going to teach him to respect others, or die trying."

You saw Louis stand, and approach the man in a terrifying calmness. He shook his hand, and gestured for him to follow him.

If you happened to see a person-shaped figure get thrown out of the train that day, no one has to know.

Albert Moriarty

He understands deep, seething rage. He dealt with it much when he was younger. So he understands that the best way to deal with it, is to take care of it yourself.

Normally, women weren't allowed into a prestigious college. But Albert, with his power and wealth, managed to convince the school that having one woman among its ranks wouldn't hurt. Hence, you being halfway through a science and medicine degree. Albert supported you all the way through. Your husband truly was a lovely, understanding man.

"It was fascinating, my love!" Your eyes lit up as you opened your textbook to that day's lesson, "We learned about the chambers of the heart, and all the illnesses and diseases that can correlate to it's health. Isn't that so cool!"

His smile widened at seeing you happy, "It certainly is, my dear. Do go on, teach me more about it."

You nodded, eyes bright, about to keep talking before-

"I'm sure anything is fascinating to a woman. But can she even understand it? Why, she should be at home, not trying to educate herself on something she could never possibly understand."

A man had approached you both. His smug grin was enough to dampen your joy immediately.

Albert blinked, his expression blank, before turning his head back to you, "My dear, would you like my walking stick, or do you want to use your textbook? After all, this fine gentleman seems in need of an anatomy lesson."

Your grin came back, "Your walking stick, please. I'd rather not get my favorite chapter dirty."

The man's eyes flew open as you took the wooden cane from Albert, weilding it more like a weapon than an aid.

"Now," The excitement in your expression was back, "I'll give you an anatomy lesson as I break all of your bones in alphabetical order."

[haggishlyhagging]

Women were also regularly employed in brewing, at least as much as men. Medieval peasants drank rather a lot of small (or low-alcohol) beer and ale. In the tenth-century Alfric's Colloguy, which records theoretical dialogues between a teacher and his students, one young man states, "I drink ale, usually, if I drink at all, and water if I have no ale. . . . I am not rich enough to be able to buy myself wine: Wine is not a drink for boys or fools but for old men and wise men." By the late medieval period, in brewing centers such as České Budejovice, from whence the name Budweiser comes, beer was being made on a large enough scale that it was being exported to Bavaria.

Medieval people desired to drink beer and ale not because water was unsafe, but because farmwork is extremely hard. Small beer and ale added additional calories to their daily uptake in an enjoyable way. Although the wealthy were probably able to procure professionally made and imported beers, most people, especially in the earlier medieval period, made their own ale or bought it from nearby producers. Ale was brewed primarily from barley and did not include the hops of beer, which meant it could not be stored for long before going off. As such, those who wanted ale had to be constantly brewing it to ensure a steady supply, making brewing a very common cottage industry. Women who brewed for their families would often brew excess for sale, allowing them to bring in a bit of money. Because brewing was a craft that could be learned at home, women could be employed as brewers in larger commercial breweries.

We find women in the brewing trade consistently: records show them paying taxes on their gains from brewing, and registering with the authorities who oversaw standards. When someone performed below these standards, they were frequently written up, so we can find the women who were not meeting them. The Durham Court Rolls from 1365 record that Agnes Postell and Alice de Belasis were fined twelve denarii for selling bad ale, about the equivalent of two days' work for a skilled craftsman. Similarly Alice de Belasis was separately fined two shillings, or the equivalent of five days wages, for poor-quality ale, which a court proved had no strength at all. Punishments for brewing bad ale could range from fines to ritualized humiliation. In England, the Domesday Book first recorded the use of the cucking stool (which would become the ducking stool in the early modern period) in Chester to punish those who sold bad ale or ale in incorrect measures. They would be forced to sit in a chair out side their home and be jeered at by locals. Fourteenth-century Scottish laws noted that any alewife who made "evil ale" was either fined "eight shillings" or placed in the cucking stool, a nod to women as the primary brewers in the region who could face the largely gendered humiliation as a result.

We also learn of women in the brewing profession through records of accidents. For example, one coroner's roll indicates that at around noon on October 2, 1270, Amice Belamy was carrying a tub full of gruit, an agent for flavoring ale, with Sibyl Bonchevaler at her work in Lady Juliana de Beauchamp's brewhouse in Staple, Eaton Socon. As they went to dump the gruit into the boiling vat of beer, Amice slipped and fell into it and was trapped by the tub that fell on top of her. "Sibyl immediately jumped towards her, dragged her from the vat and shouted; the household came and found her scalded almost to death. She was given the last rites of the church and died on the day following. This harrowing story reminds us what a physically tasking and dangerous job brewing, especially in large quantities, could be.

This episode is also interesting because the two women were working for another woman, and a lady at that, Juliana de Beauchamp. Brewing was commonly associated with women across class lines, since the brewhouse is listed as belonging to the Lady Juliana. All in all, during these years a woman was just as likely to be brewing ale as a man, if not more likely in some instances.

-Eleanor Janega, The Once and Future Sex: Going Medieval on Women’s Roles in Society

[joanquill]

Valentine's Day Headcanons

How the Moriarty brothers and Sherlock ask their significant other to be their Valentine's and how they would spend the day with them.

Albert, William, Louis James Moriarty, and Sherlock Holmes

Albert James Moriarty

The day Albert was planning to ask you to be his Valentine, you were out on a mission.

Ever the opportunist, he took the chance to surprise you when you came home.

When you entered the manor, the entrance was lit with romantic candlelight, rose petals on the ground, and Albert holding a bouquet of roses as soft music played.

Albert happily showed you what he had prepared for your evening.

The dining room had a table decorated, sporting candles and flowers in the middle. It even had neatly folded napkins, as if you were in a high-end restaurant.

The bathroom even had a bathtub filled with bubbles and scented candles.

By the end of dinner, he asked you to be his Valentine, which you happily agreed to.

He definitely has something grand planned for the occasion.

Unfortunately, some nobles started making their move, making you and Albert work on a mission.

Nothing says romance like hunting down corrupt nobles <3

Luckily, you two finished before the end of the day and had time for Albert's plans for Valentine's.

It might be weird to see you two run towards the train station while laughing, but you both didn't care and were relieved to catch the last train.

The rest of the trip went smooth sailing... if you ignore the fact that you forgot to pack some essentials.

Nothing a shopping trip couldn't fix.

Either way, it was a Valentine's you couldn't forget.

William James Moriarty

I think William's way of asking would be either of the two, simple and sweet, or a full-on treasure hunt... or both!

He will ask you on a library date inside the manor to unwind and relax for the afternoon.

The only thing is, the book you picked had a note inside.

It was a riddle, and you could tell at first glance it was William's little game.

You looked for him and saw him acting innocent as he read his book in his nook.

You playfully rolled your eyes as you played along to his game, making William hide his smile as he tried to focus on his book.

Each clue was filled with memories and inside jokes only the two of you shared, leading you to the last clue, which only told you to turn around and answer a question.

You did as it said and saw William holding a basket of lilies and your favorite things.

He asked you to be his Valentine's, and you happily said yes.

On the day, you and William visited Durham University and enjoyed the sights and date spots his students happily suggested.

While you two enjoyed the day, you didn't expect avoiding his students to be a side quest.

You also heard some of them joking about catching their professor on a date, hoping he would heed their advice.

Good thing William came prepared with disguises.

As the sun was about to set, William led you to the university, letting you guess what his last surprise was.

While sneaking into Durham University to use the observatory for stargazing was not one of your guesses, it was definitely a delightful experience.

Louis James Moriarty

He practiced asking you in person countless times in front of the mirror.

How to approach you, making sure he was saying it right, not fumbling in his words, and asking you confidently.

In the morning, he tried to approach you, but he either backed out at the last minute, you two were busy with chores, or someone else was in the room.

He tried to ask again at lunch while you were preparing the food, but Master Jack entered the kitchen, offering a helping hand.

Night came, and Louis was practically defeated.

But he settled in leaving you an extra treat during dinner to ask you instead.

It didn't help his nerves when you sat beside him at the dinner table, though.

As Louis prepared everyone's desserts, you had an extra small plate of elegant chocolate-covered strawberries with chocolate syrup writing: "Will you be my Valentine's?"

In shock, you looked at Louis, who was facing away from you as he gave everyone their dessert.

You smiled as you waited for him to finish.

As Louis gave the last dessert, he hurriedly over to his spot, trying to avoid your gaze as he sat down.

You softly tugged his sleeve and whispered yes, making Louis freeze up as he tried to settle down his burning face.

Fortunately, everyone thought he just had too much to drink that night.

For Valentine's Day, Louis prepared a cozy date for you two to enjoy in the manor. (his brothers made sure no one would bother you two on the day)

Cooking together, making chocolate, trying new recipes, dancing while no one's looking, reading books, snuggling under the covers, and just spending the whole day together sums up your Valentine's.

Sherlock Holmes

Romance isn't exactly this man's forte.

You were walking to 221B Baker Street as Sherlock asked you, but you were surprised to see no one was there.

You carefully walked up to their flat and saw the surprise on the table.

He will most likely leave a real human heart in a glass container with a card saying: "Will you be my Valentine's?" to ask you.

How is it still beating in there? You will never know.

But hey, at least he's got the spirit!

When you check the card, you see it had instructions to open a specific drawer.

Debating whether to ignore or follow along and be greeted by a human brain, you complied and opened the drawer carefully.

Inside were paper iris flowers, a small teddy bear, chocolates, and a pen with another card written Yes and No on it.

You circled yes.

You found out he, John, and Miss Hudson were hiding nearby, unsure how to face you if you didn't agree (despite already dating)

If there isn't a case during Valentine's, he'll likely have a date all over London. He'll take you to places and spots he saw or visited during investigations and wanted to take you there.

During your date, he'll probably get you the most random stuff he wants to give you, ranging from random flowers to a peculiar antique he'd think you like or wants you to have.

When a case does come up, he'll try to put it on hold. But you could tell he really wanted to take it, so your date became an investigation.

He still tries to make it romantic and fun for both of you, thanking you for letting him work, but you reassured him it was still fun watching him deduce and work on a case.

[kentsjohnson91]

𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐒, 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘ˡᵉ⁷⁷

in which luke witnesses your shot at the national championship.

warnings; none that i can think of (may upset some wisconsin fans, sorry if this is too soon)

If you could tell the hockey gods to go to hell at this moment, you would not hesitate.

March 24, 2024. Whittemore Center Arena, University of New Hampshire. The University of Wisconsin vs. The Ohio State University. 2 vs. 1. A little over eight minutes left in the game. The score? 0-0.

Despite outshooting Wisconsin throughout the entire game, you had not scored a single goal. You had had a few close chances, sliding in past Wisconsin’s defensemen a few times, but just couldn’t convert. At this point, you were thanking Raygan for her outstanding performance in goal. But most definitely not the hockey gods.

The voice of Coach Muzerall fluttered through your ears as she told you all to give it everything you got. You were sure Mark Johnson was giving the same speech to his girls at the opposing bench, but honestly, you were too nervous to care. Your eyes wandered around the arena in hopes of finding the only person who could offer any comfort at the moment — Luke.

Unfortunately, Luke had missed the past few games of the NCAA tournament — even your earlier Frozen Four game against Clarkson — because of his schedule with the Preds. Luckily for you, the team was rewarded with a complete off day after their win over Detroit last night. So Luke did the only he could think of. He bought a plane ticket to Durham as soon as he landed in Nashville, and ubered to the arena in order to see you play. You woke up to a text saying that he’d be there, and were beyond excited (and relieved).

As you skated onto the ice in preparation to resume the game, you were able to locate him about halfway up in the stands. He was on his feet, decked up in his scarlet and gray apparel, with a buckeye necklace hanging around his neck. In his hands was a sign that read ‘BUCKEYES > BUCKY’. A small smile crept its way onto your face, wondering where he would have even gotten the materials to make it, but you didn’t care. His support meant everything.

After moving your eyes off of Luke, you focused on Cayla Barnes, who was stationed off to the right of you. She gave you a quick nod, and you knew she meant business. Just as you focused your attention back on the ice, the puck had dropped, with the Badgers winning the draw.

You quickly moved into your own zone, parking yourself in front of the nearest Wisconsin player, which happened to be Britta Curl. The puck passed back and forth between a few of the players before Laila Edwards ended up taking a shot. Raygan managed to kick save it out of your zone as most of your teammates went to make a line change.

They weren’t quick enough, however. Wisconsin had managed to quickly pass the puck out of their zone to center ice, where Curl was waiting patiently with her stick. The puck fell into line perfectly as she entered your zone. You rushed back as fast as you could as you saw Raygan prepare for a wrist shot, and somehow managed to poke the puck away as you tangled up with her. This time, the puck landed right on Cayla’s stick.

Cayla quickly rushed up ice as you let out a small breath. You followed suit, backing her up in case a Wisconsin player managed to steal the puck back. It didn’t take long, however, for Cayla to find Hannah Bilka at center ice, with Joy Dunne on her tail.

You held your breath as the puck landed on Joy Dunne’s stick. If there was one person who wasn’t going to fail you, it was her. She was your team’s leading point scorer with 38 points on the year (23 of which were goals), the WCHA Rookie of the Year, and the NCAA Rookie of the Year. Almost immediately, she sent the puck flying right past McNaughton’s glove and into the goal.

Cheers erupted from the ice, bench, and stands as you were swallowed up into a team huddle by the glass. Joy excitedly made an “O-H” with her hands before embracing you all and making her way to the bench. You smiled softly and looked up at the clock — 7:13 left in the third. You skated off the ice and Stephanie Markowski took your place by center ice.

Locating Luke again, a bright smile was plastered wide across his face as he watched the replay. He had met Joy, who you embraced as a little sister, when he had come to campus to visit you earlier during the all star break. Needless to say, he was proud of her, as anyone should be. What you didn’t know, however, is just how proud he was of you. Your defensive poke-check set the scoring play into motion and here you were just over seven minutes away from winning the national championship.

Time couldn’t have passed more slowly for you as the clock wound down. Wisconsin had created many more scoring opportunities, but just couldn’t convert (you had to thank Raygan once again). You were back on the ice with two minutes to go, scrambling back into the defensive zone as the Badgers pulled McNaughton in order to gain an extra attacker. Your heart raced as you saw Casey O’Brien rush onto the ice, skating swiftly towards your goal.

You knew nothing good was going to happen if you couldn’t calm down. So, as the puck was passed to Ava Murphy, you took a deep breath and raced in front of her as she wound up for a slap shot. As she let go of the puck, you dove in front of it, the puck redirecting off of your ankle and into neutral territory.

Man, did that hurt like a motherfucker. The crowd simultaneously grimaced and cheered for you as you recollected yourself off of the ice. You swear you could hear Luke’s voice yelling your name out of the entire crowd, telling you to get up and kick ass.

The puck was quickly regathered by Caroline Harvey as she circled through neutral ice, waiting for her teammates to reenter the zone. Once completed, the puck was passed to Lacey Eden as Emma Peschel tried to poke it away, but in vain. Caroline passed it to Charla Edwards, who lined up to take a shot from the blue line. None of your teammates were guarding her, so you did what you had to do. You once again skated up and prepared your body to be hit with a hard piece of vulcanized rubber. When it did, you fell to the ground, but got right back up as cheers erupted once again.

“Let’s go, Y/N!” Quinn Kuntz yelled from the bench, and you struggled to skate, but the puck had bounced right back to Edwards. Instead of trying to move around you, she wound up for another slap shot, but that one didn’t get past you either. The puck once again hit your body as you blocked the shot, falling to the ice once again. Finally, Emma was able to clear the zone as the puck raced towards the other end of the ice.

At that moment, you used your stick to propel you towards the bench. You knew you weren’t seriously injured — you’d just have a few bad bruises here and there — but your body hurt like a bitch from taking all of those shots. You were greeted with pats on the back from all your teammates on the bench as Hannah jumped back on in your place. You smiled softly as a response, focusing on the jumbotron to see the time left in the game.

One minute. If you could hold off Wisconsin for one minute, you would be a national champion. You watched anxiously as your teammates tried to clear the zone towards the now empty net of Wisconsin, but to no avail. Finally, Joy had managed to send it down the length of the ice, which forced a quick line change. You hopped on the ice with around 30 seconds left and made your way into the defensive zone yet again.

Since McNaughton was pulled, the Badgers had an extra attacker, which made it harder to defend your goal than usual. You weren’t going to give up that easily, however. The puck was passed back in forth between the six Badgers on the ice, each one of them waiting for the perfect shot. The clock wound down as the puck finally landed on Sophie Hegleson’s stick.

Everything seemed to move in slow motion. You could hear nothing as you once again forced yourself to skate in front of her, knowing that this goal would change the trajectory of the game. Your teammates were counting on you, so you were going to give it your all. You braced yourself for impact as the puck hit your back, your body sacrificing itself for the win exactly as the buzzer went off.

The game was over. You were officially a national champion. The sounds of your teammates yelling filled your ears as you let your body collapse to the ice, both in pain and in shock. You took your helmet off to gather yourself as a small smile made its way across your face. You had done it.

Emma skated over to you and pulled you up off of the ice, and you both rushed over to join the dog pile of your teammates on top of Raygan. Although you couldn’t see him, Luke was smiling down at you, a look of immense pride present on his face. He fumbled with the buckeye necklace hanging around his neck as he couldn’t contain his excitement, knowing that you were a national champion.

After you all had settled down and received your medals (but not before shaking hands and congratulating Wisconsin on their tremendous effort), you were allowed to bring family members and friends onto the ice to take pictures. As Luke made his way onto the ice, you excitedly skated over to him, and his arms were wide open to catch you. You smiled widely, your eyes shining brightly, “I did it, Luke. I really did it.”

He cupped your face with his hands, nodding his head in agreement, “You did it, my love. I’m so fucking proud of you.”

You smiled brightly up at him again, your eyes swelling with tears. Luke pulled you into another hug, gently kissing the top of your head, “Go celebrate with your teammates. I’ll be right here waiting for you when you’re done.” He reassured, giving you a soft smile as he wiped away some stray tears that had fallen with the pads of his thumbs. You nodded, skating over and joining Joy. When you were finally given the trophy after she did, you hoisted it high up into the air, ready to show it off to the entire world.

After all, it’s always been Ohio against the world.

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youruser: ohio against the world ❤️🩶

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ohiostatewhky: THAT’S OUR NATIONAL CHAMPION

lukevangelista: BUCK YEAH 🌰

lukevangelista: THAT’S MY GIRLFRIEND

maxmccuee: gross

lukevangelista: my girlfriend just won a national championship, what did yours do?

maxmccuee: go fuck yourself evangelista

youruser: hey now let’s stop arguing (and max i’m the only one who gets to do that with my boyfriend ☺️)

luca.fantilli: OH MY GOD

user1: y/n’s iconic lmfao

user2: LUCA 😭😭

quinnkuntz: yeah, we did that

matthewknies: how are your shins

youruser: i’m not sure you wanna know

matthewknies: fair enough have a good day

colemcward: buckeyes > badgers

_alexturcotte: cole that’s not nice

colemcward: truth hurts buddy, but keep your head up! i’m sure it’ll get better soon 😚

joyv_dunne: HELL YEAH

emmapeschel: always been ohio against the world!!!

kentjohnson.13: check the record books

youruser: hey kj you might want to focus on your 24-50 record first!

kentjohnson.13: it’s actually 24-38-12, thank you very much

youruser: so we’re actually the only team bringing honor to cbus rn, but if you keep it up maybe you can too!!

lhughes_06: HOLY SHIT

adamfantilli: unfortunately can’t argue with that so pipe down kj

kentjohnson.13: okay i’m sorry

user3: pls y/n is so funny 💀

user4: SHE’S DATING LUKE?!

youruser: …surprise?

lukevangelista: something about our friendship being firm idrk

user5: i wanna be y/n when i grow up

ncaaicehockey: honestly same

user6: ncaa what are you doing here 💀

_connorbedard: congrats!!!

alex.vlasic: connor’s big social media debut folks! be nice to him he’s a little shy

adamfantilli: CONNOR CAME OUT OF HIDING

_willsmith2: DID SOMEONE SAY CONNOR BEDARD

youruser: okay let’s take bets, if connor sees his shadow (these comments) it’s six more weeks of his social media hiatus, but if he doesn’t then we’re all blessed by his presence

youruser: (thanks connor)

nickmoldenhaur: six more weeks of winter for sure 😔

user7: i didn’t realize how funny y/n actually is she’s hilarious

brandtclarke55: nah i’m hopeful for an early spring

_connorbedard: you guys are mean

brandtclarke55: …soooo does that count as an early spring or no?

a/n; hope you all enjoy!!! i had fun with this one (also not sure why two of my imagines have revolved around ohio state but this was convenient hahaha), thanks so much for reading!!

[gusty-wind]

INTERVIEW OF KASH PATEL ABOUT THE FBI'S TREASON AGAINST PRESIDENT TRUMP THE RUSSIAGATE!

Listen to Kash Patel eloquently explain exactly how the FBI was framing Trump for treason in the Russia Gate scandal. You'd be hard-pressed to find someone more knowledgeable about the inner workings of the FBI crime scene than Kash. They were duping the world into believing Trump was a Russian asset when it was Clinton and Obama who were actually funding and organizing the scheme from the shadows. But they left a money trail. The upper echelon of the FBI was acting as a hand of the deep state and usurping the will of the people. This must all be exposed and we the people want justice! Kash knows exactly where the bodies are buried. In-Depth Clips here:

1: "The FBI met with Igor Denchenko…for three years while he was a confidential human source for the FBI. They could have been asking all these questions. But as I've said from the beginning the FBI is smart enough to know questions they don't want answers to because they didn't want their investigation to be shut down. And that's what they did. They struck page Comey All those people failed on purpose to answer to set forth specific questions because they knew the answers would kill the Russia investigation because they would have no credibility, for their source verification process, and they would have no fundamental facts upon which to go to the Pfizer Court That was their end goal They engineered a crime and worked in reverse. And then they went out there as we'll talk about and offered a bounty to people with information. It is a shocking abuse of the law."

2) "Remember when we broke the news that the DNC and Hillary Clinton had paid for the Steele Dossier? To me, this news is as important and as signify as that. Because now you have not the political party paying for the dossier, you have the United States government and our tax dollars being offered for what...Can you, Christopher Steele, corroborate any of the information we're looking for and we'll pay you a million dollars. Shocking. That is the exact reverse of how you run sources at the FBI."

3: Kash Patel says that the FBI, Clinton and the deep state are the real "insurrectionists" after the Durham Report revealed they were all in on it. "The FBI has become the police state. America does not have a single tier system of justice. Our judiciary and the FBI are corrupt gangsters and they've put it on full display. (They were) committing insurrection acts by trying to overthrow a duly elected President and subvert Democracy and ruining his administration. The Steele Dossier was the basic road map to how they kept doing it version after version all the way up to Hunter Biden's laptop."

4: "They are afraid that President Trump is going to come in and actually use the law to prosecute those who broke it. Whether they are in government, private sector, civilians, and yes, even if they are in the media if they participated in a conspiracy to rig elections and break the law you will be prosecuted.. The entire quote says we will use the constitutional courts of law to go after those that broke the law including those in the media. I think they are threatened because we caught them in Russia Gate, we caught them with 51 intel letter, we caught them on Jan 6th, we are catching them in Hunter Biden/Joe Biden criminal activities, and American citizens are tired of it. And they know they are in on it. That's when criminals fret the most and that's why are they slinging baseless rhetoric and hyperbole."

[seeingteacupsindragons]

YuuMori Remains: The Final

Finally settled in here at Utah to read.

Okay.

Firstly:

CUTE.

The tag line implies that this little scrap fragment he's holding is what they went to the Durham mansion to get; it says it's important and was left behind.

Wonder what it is

I know the fandom will think it's Sherlock's test, but there was a comment about "being left unfinished" in here so I think more likely it's a set up for part two. But we'll see!

I'm laughing at Lestrade thanking Sherlock and Sherlock trying to defer to to Gregson and Lestrade basically being like, "We both know he's a dumbass come on."

Sherlock: HEY, HEY, MURDERER, THIS WAS REALLY WELL PLANNED AND INVOLVED A LOT OF BALLISTICS MATH. WHAT'S UP WITH THAT, EY?

Sherlock: What's the crush up to, ey?

Lots of pieces are coming together here that makes this arc really satisfying, but like, I still wish the pacing was better.

Lots of talk about true evil and morality and limits on what even criminals will do and how they treat other people, which lines up nicely with William whatever he thinks about it.

Ur just not the darkness you think you are, bb boy.

This whole Rasputin murder attempt of shooting, fire, and a river involves all the parts of The Final Problem also fake deaths. I dunno if that's on purpose, but I do find it interesting.

So is, "I can't tell anyone I survived, so I will eke out a living alone."

At least Liam had Sherly.

Liam out here planning a complicated murder and a heartwarming family reunion at the same time.

Also, you know, Helena reuniting with her long lost family member with a giant hug.

There's parallels, is what I'm saying.

William and his Letters

And they've flashed out of the Remains.

More things are on fire

Oh this HURT

William is being William about it and says it's fine, Louis, predictably, is Not Okay with this, and they're talking about taking another family photo. Awww.

And that's a wrap on The Remains! See us back here in December for the start of Part Two.

[fairy-writes]

BY YOUR SIDE

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Moriarty the Patriot

Pairing(s): William James Moriarty x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Female!Reader, Holmes!Reader, Pregnant!Reader, Archaeologist!Reader, Potential OOC-ness for William

Notes: I KNOW I SAID I WOULDN'T DO A PART THREE, BUT I DO WHAT I WANT

PART ONE LINKED HERE

PART TWO LINKED HERE

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“Professor Moriarty?”

A student interrupted your conversation with William, effectively capturing your attention. You and your husband turn to face the student, a young boy you recognized from your most recent lecture at Durham University. 

You had kept your promise to William about him stealing a lecture or two from you. And with your pregnancy advancing the way it was, you weren’t able to go on any long trips for excavations anyway. 

“Yes?” You and William say in unison, and the boy stares for just a moment before giggling, 

“Sorry, I meant Doctor Moriarty. I just had a question about the latest anthropology lecture?” He amended, and you looked back at your husband with a cheeky smile. 

“I suppose I’m needed elsewhere.” You tease, and he nods, looking at you with what seems like fondness. 

He had been doing that more and more often these days. It was doing things to your heart that you couldn't quite define. 

“I’ll meet you in my office.” He said simply, and you nodded before following the student back into the classroom you had just come from. 

“Does that make sense? I’m more of an archaeologist than a bioanthropologist. It’s been a while since I took or taught a class on it.” You trail off, the chalkboard full of supplemental notes, and the student’s eyes have glazed over. He snapped to attention and hurriedly scribbled down what he thought was important. While he did so, you placed a hand on your swollen belly, rubbing and soothing the baby inside. They were awfully wiggly today. 

The student opened his mouth to ask presumably another question when you experienced something strange.

There was a “popping” sound and a gush of water between your legs. It soaked your dress and trickled down your legs onto the hardwood floor. You paused in rubbing your belly and looked down. 

What…?

Then it hit you, along with a contraction. 

“Oh dear…” You mumble.

Where were you? 

You should’ve been here by now. 

William sat in his office, grading a mathematics exam he had just administered to his students earlier that week. His lunch sat uneaten, as you typically ate with him during your lunch period, but seeing as you weren’t here yet, he hadn’t started eating. 

But food was pushed to the back of his mind as someone frantically knocked on his office door and threw it open before he could even say anything. 

“Professor Moriarty!” The student you had been talking to gasped, leaning his hands on his knees as he sucked in great lungfuls of air. 

William was on his feet in a second, noticing immediately that you were nowhere to be found. 

“What’s wrong?” He asked, though he already had an idea of what was happening. 

“She’s… in… labor!” The student wheezed, and before William could even comprehend what he was doing, he grabbed the student’s arm and steered him around back into the hallway. 

“Where is my wife?” He demanded, and the student pointed down the hall,

“In the nurse's office!” 

William made it to the nurse’s office in record time. He was alone now, having sent the student to his dorm while he went to check on you. 

However, he was stopped by the nurse’s assistant the second he tried to go through the door. 

“My wife is in there.” He snapped, feeling strangely panicked, and the assistant nodded, 

“Men aren’t allowed in the delivery room. The nurse is a former midwife, so she knows what she’s doing. You have to wait out here.” The assistant said, and William found himself gritting his teeth. 

You were vulnerable and in pain. You needed him, and he couldn’t be there for you. 

So he did the only thing he could and waited. 

Hours pass. 

He can hear your pained noises as you labor through bringing your child into the world. The door does nothing to hide the agonizing noises. He sat on the bench outside the nurse’s office, his knee bouncing and his hands clasped together. 

“Liam!” 

Who?

William looked up to see Sherlock running down the hallway. Worry was etched on his features. No one else followed. You still didn’t talk to the rest of your family, and John was at home caring for Mary, who was pregnant with their second child. You two were supposed to have your kids around the same time. 

But you were a whole month before your due date!

He forgot that he had called 221B Baker Street to explain everything. 

“How is she?” Sherlock takes a seat beside William, leaning back against the wall as he studies the door before him. 

“I don’t know. They haven’t told me anything.” He said, and Sherlock huffed. 

“‘Course they won’t. That would be too easy.” He jokes but William doesn’t even crack a smile. 

It wasn’t long before Sherlock put a hand on his shoulder. 

“It’ll be alright. My sister is a tough woman. She dealt with our parents for years. This’ll be nothing!” He tried, but William just hung his head. 

“This is one of the first times I’ve been out of control of something. I can’t do anything to help.” He said, frustration clear in his voice. It was then that the door opened, and the nurse’s assistant came out. 

“Professor Moriarty? You—”

A baby cried, and William felt his heart stop. 

Were you okay?

What was happening?

Sherlock pulled William to his feet with a grin. 

“Ready to meet your child?” He teased, and William nodded, feeling suddenly unsure. But he slipped past the nurse’s assistant into the office where your makeshift labor and delivery room was. He heard Sherlock talking to the nurse’s assistant behind him, but that didn’t matter as he spotted you. 

Sweat was a sheen on your face, hair sticking to the nape of your neck, and you looked unbelievably tired. 

But you held a little bundle in your arms, swaddled in a towel, and he saw a tuft of hair that matched his own. 

He was frozen. 

“Are you going to come and meet your son?” You whispered, exhausted, but positively glowing. 

Son. 

Son.

He took a step when Sherlock tumbled into the room and bumped into William. Your face morphed into one of surprise, 

“Sherly?” You asked, and he grinned, 

“Liam called me. I wanted to make sure you were alright.” He said, nudging William forward as he spoke. 

William made it to your side and sat in the chair beside your bed. It was more of a cot, really, and you had a multitude of pillows propping you up.

“How are you feeling?” He asked, leaning down to kiss your sweaty hairline. You let out a relieved sigh and reach up to grip his hand. 

“Better now that you’re here.” You murmur and adjust the baby in your arms to show him. 

The baby boy is pale, like William, and has blond hair, like William. He’s the spitting image of his father, and when the baby opens his eyes, William sees that he has reddish eyes much like his own. 

“He’s beautiful,” William says, and you grin,

“He got it from you.” You tease and beckon Sherlock over from where he was leaning against the door frame. 

“Cute lil’ tyke, isn’t he?” He says, and you roll your eyes,

“Of course he is. Look at his father.” You tease, and William simply smiles. 

[viir-tanadhal]

Neil: Well I came to London… I did my A-levels…  Chris: Did you pass them? Neil: I did… Chris: A*s? You invented… you invented the A*! Neil: I only did three A-levels: History, English Literature, and Economics. I didn’t get Economics. Chris: They served you well, didn’t they? Neil: But I got an O-level pass on Economics, I was quite pleased, getting an O-level ‘cause I never really knew what was going on in it. And History of course I’ve always been pretty good at although I only got a B! Didn’t get an A. And I got a C in English Literature. Chris: You’ve made up for it now, haven’t you– Neil: I made it– Chris: He’s got honorary this… [Neil groans], honorary that. Haven’t you got a doctorate? Neil: I’ve– Chris: He’s a doctor! Neil: I’ve got an honorary… I’ve only got one thing, Chris, an honorary doctorate from Durham University. Chris: What for? Neil: A doctorate of letters. Chris: Letters… Neil: Yes… Chris: ...not numbers. Neil: Not numbers. Robert: That’s pretty chic coming from Durham. That’s like… that’s like– intelligence… Chris: He turned down a few before he accepted that one! Robert: Ohh, well done. Chris: He wasn't going to get it from one of the lesser universities! Russell: Have you not been given any honorary– Chris: Have I–? I nearly swore there.  Russell: You can swear. Chris: I can’t swear! Robert: You can, we love swearing. Chris: Have I heck? Neil: [laughs] Russell: How do you feel [laughing] about that, then? Chris: Well I wouldn’t accept it anyway so they probably know me better than that. Russell: Wouldn’t you? You wouldn’t want those letters after your name. Chris: I’d be like, “What are you doing? Like I’m going to turn up for that.” Neil: Didn’t you get something… you went to your old school once for something.  Chris: That was at school and I’d already left! I got the music prize. Neil: No! Chris: And I was really annoyed about having to go to that as well. Neil: No I thought you went to something… Oh you opened a school building. Robert: You cut the ribbon! Neil: Yes… Robert: Oh my God that’s glamorous.  Chris: I made a big speech and I did the whole thing and about a year later the school closed. Russell: No!! Why did you open it?? Chris: And I didn’t even get my plaque! [Robert and Russell laugh] Russell: It said “Chris Lowe opened the school.” Chris: Yeah! "Opened by Chris Lowe". It should’ve said "Closed by..." Russell: …Closed the school. Neil: I didn’t know you had a plaque! Out comes the Queen… Chris: I know, it was, it very much was like that! Neil: …and a little curtain! [Laughs] Chris: Anyway… Next year the school was gone. Robert: Oh my God that’s so… Neil: Talk about the curse of the Pet Shop Boys.

TalkArt Podcast "Pet Shop Boys" (April 26, 2024)

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Dan and Phil Terrible Influence Tour - 10000/10

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I went to the Durham show last night and can confirm it was SO fun🤩 definitely healed a part of me from high school/middle school that I didn’t know needed healing

Also I was one of the people who went with my straight boyfriend and he thoroughly enjoyed the straight bf jokes!! the first thing he did ask when we got in the car was “so what’s up with the pig?”🤣

It’s been a while since I’ve laughed out loud at something and I did a lot of it last night

So thanks for an awesome show!!!

@danielhowell @amazingphil