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November 4, 2019
jobooksncoffee:
elldotsee:
likingthistoomuch:
God he looks...
God he looks gorgeous
*criiiinkle*
He usually does ❤️❤️
What is this “usually” blasphemy?? He *always* looks gorgeous!
jilldarbc:
#BenedictCumberbatch looks so “autumn” and so warm...
#BenedictCumberbatch looks so “autumn” and so warm as well
#mg
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r7OvbMYA8B4
How is he so cute?
Edinburgh Gothic
You are stuck in roadworks. There were no roadworks yesterday. There will be no roadworks tomorrow, when you do not need to drive. You turn down another street, but there are roadworks here, too. There are roadworks behind you. Everywhere, the sound of jackhammers.
To get from home to work, you must walk uphill. To get from work to home, you must walk uphill. There are no downhills.
You cross a bridge. Below it is Edinburgh. Around you is Edinburgh. Above you is Edinburgh. Inside you is Edinburgh.
Outside it is raining. You look up and see sun and blue sky. At your feet is snow.
You walk into a building and cross over ot the window. You are six stories up. You return to the door. You are twelve stories up. You return to the window. You are in the void.
Your feet stick to the floor in Hive. You can feel yourself beginning to sink. You try to escape, but every door leads to another dancefloor. You sink into a sticky darkness where unseen figures gyrate against you. Shots are a pound.
Humans are seen bringing sticks and toys to Greyfriars Bobby’s grave. No human is seen removing them, but they disappear.
It is 12.59. You hear nothing. It is 2pm. No cannon fired and one o’clock did not happen.
You spit on the heart for luck. The heart beats. The city pulses. The city blesses you.
You wander down a side street. There is a statue of John Knox and a shop that sells only hats of many colours. Tomorrow you will return, and there will be a statue of Adam Smith and a cafe that does not serve coffee.
A tourist wants a history book about Princess Merida. A tourist tells you that William Wallace is only a movie character. A tourist wants to know why you do not know your own history. You weep that you only know the history of the reality that you are from.
You are cold and lost and alone in an unknown place. You find a bus stop. A 35 bus arrives. The 35 goes everywhere. The 35 can take you home. The 35 leaves without you because you do not have exact change.So work was boring again and I did an Edinburgh Fringe Gothic
You cannot go to work because it is now a Fringe venue. You go to the shops, but they are all Fringe venues too. You try to return home, but there is singing inside. Your flat is now a Fringe venue. Admission is ten pounds.
Masked figures in black rob a bank. One holds a sign proclaiming that they are drama students doing a performance art piece on the evils of capitalism. The crowd cheers and puts money in a hat when they sing a Proclaimers song. The great cow lies with all four legs in the air. Inside, there is laughter.Reality frays at the edges in the Fringe. Dimensions cartwheel past and hand you a flyer for the End of Days. Admission is free. Fringe Venue 616 is an open grave. Maggots fall into your hair and bones crack under your feet as you climb in. Three students perform Hamlet. It is alright. They’ve clearly worked hard.A corpse lies in the middle of the Royal Mile. It is advertising a show. A knight fights a demon in front of the Tron Kirk. They are advertising a show. People with painted faces slay and devour the hapless in the street. They are advertising a show. They have flyers. Children giggle as a living statue dances for them. Across the city, people stare at an empty plinth in confusion.Have a flyer. Your hands are full of flyers. Have a flyer. Your pockets are full of flyers. Have a flyer. Your bag is full of flyers. Have a flyer. Your eyes are full of flyers. Have a flyer.You open your mouth to scream, but your throat is full of flyers. Have a flyer.
I’m sick. :( It started as a bad cold, and then a patch of itchy rash appeared on my back. I was so...
I’m sick. :(
It started as a bad cold, and then a patch of itchy rash appeared on my back. I was so anxious over the thought of it being either a) bed bugs or b) a recurrence of the severe, head-to-toe case of hives I had five years ago (it was a terrible reaction to a virus) that I nearly had a full-blown panic attack at work on Friday. My apartment building is downtown, terribly-maintained, and other floors have reportedly had bed bugs, though always much lower floors than mine. My mom came over and checked thoroughly, and found nothing. I started taking antihistamines to treat the hives, though the rash didn’t look like hives. It spread. It’s half itch and half burning pain.
I got in to see my doctor this morning, and apparently I have shingles - and the best part is, it was almost certainly brought on by the intense level of stress I’ve had with this vaguely-alluded to bad thing that’s been going on in my life lately. Perfect cherry on THAT sundae. Thanks, universe! So now I have an anti-viral med, a prescription-strength topical cream for the rash, and an anti-anxiety med to help deal with the stress bit. It would also help if my apartment had water (they do regular shut-offs through the whole building for maintenance, and today is a shut-off day), if I had hot water even when it’s on (apparently they’re replacing a boiler or something, with zero idea of when we can expect to be able to shower in something other than ice-cold temperatures again), and if I weren’t so bloody overworked these days. But at least this will help control how much adrenaline is coursing through my veins…
The best part of shingles is that, once the rash has faded, I can expect the intense nerve pain to set in. Whee! Send a good vibe my way, would you?
PS: Please don’t reblog this post!
November 3, 2019
uncleromeo:
gaylittlepieceofsh1t:
ghostspaceships:
bando–grand-scamyon:
drankinwatahmelin:
femin...
4. If the car pulls up to you run in the opposite direction.
5. Walk with your keys in your hands and keep a key between each finger
6. If they put you in the trunk kick out the headlights
7. If you get lost find a woman with a child. Never ask a man for help (this one was drilled)
That scream fire piece of advice is literally life saving
8. Watch your shadows and reflections, especially if someone is walking behind you. A split second notice is better than none and will help you.
Yes this last one really saves lives y'all I do it all the time
girls have to learn to view the world like international intelligence agents just to be safe walking down the street. smh.
Other things:
-if you’re passing a building where the door is set into an alcove, give that alcove a wide berth. Might be someone in there waiting to jump out at you
-never wear headphones/ear buds if you’re walking alone at night. You need all your senses available to you
-wear purses/bags with crossbody straps and keep your hand on that thing at all times
-always walk like you know where you’re going. Need to stop and check a map or something? Find somewhere safe to do it, like step into a shop or fast food restaurant or something
-ponytails and braids are easy for attackers to grab onto. Ditto for long scarves that hang down behind you
-assume the best of people but prepare for the worst case scenario. When you’re a woman (of any stripe!) or a smaller person, disabled, slow-moving, older, any of that, you just can’t afford to not look out for your own safety
This is 100% me as a customer, lolll
This is 100% me as a customer, lolll
redeadepression:
bookishdiplodocus:
Reblog the writers’ fortune cookie for luck!
Guys I reblogged...
Reblog the writers’ fortune cookie for luck!
Guys I reblogged this and then wrote an 8000 word story I didn’t even have a solid plan for. Reblog this shit.
Reblogging in hopes of finding the time, physical, and emotional energy for working on my current project again
loveismyrevolution:John Watson in his 40’s. kitbulls:me in ninth grade It’s the little head...
John Watson in his 40’s.
me in ninth grade
It’s the little head turn at the end that really sells it, lolll
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