teaforlupin:

Scientific studies indicate that I need another cup of tea

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fightyourdragon replied to your post: “Wow I feel super crap today. If anyone has hugs/amusing…”:

*snuggles* My three year old son just told me he’s going to be either Black Widow or Captain America for halloween, but he’s not sure yet. So that’s cute at least : )

That is ADORABLE. Today (so far), 4yo son has been Batman, a princess called White Snow, and a sea monster. XD

He is now sporting an eyebrow-pencil moustache and goatee so he can be Tony Stark. ‘I don’t want to wash it off, mum, I look cool,’ he says.

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the real nyan cat

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the real nyan cat

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fightyourdragon replied to your post: “Wow I feel super crap today. If anyone has hugs/amusing…”:

*snuggles* My three year old son just told me he’s going to be either Black Widow or Captain America for halloween, but he’s not sure yet. So that’s cute at least : )

That is ADORABLE. Today (so far), 4yo son has been Batman, a princess called White Snow, and a sea monster. XD

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Shut. The fuck. Up.

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A duck walks into a corner shop

Some Johnlockary fluff for thewiggleofjudas. Contains a rendition of one of my favourite jokes ever, for which I can sadly take no credit. Love you Jude - hope you enjoy!

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‘A patient told me a joke today,’ John says, dropping down into his chair at 221B.

'Booooring,' scoffs Sherlock, from where he has draped himself artistically over the couch, blue dressing gown trailing behind him like the tail of a sulking peacock.

'Shut up,' John answers mildly, with an eye roll at Mary, 'you haven't heard it yet.'

'I might have.'

'Well, obviously,' says John; he and Mary share a grin. 'But there's no way of knowing that, is there, until I've at least started telling it, so button it, Sherlock. Anyway, it's funny. You might even laugh.'

This earns him a snort of derision from the couch, but Sherlock does, in fact, button it, and John proceeds, lacing his fingers with Mary’s and brushing a quick kiss over them, as she sits on the floor beside his chair.

'A duck walks into a corner shop one day—'

'Why?'

'You'll find out if you just listen—A duck walks into a corner shop one day, and says to the man behind the counter, “I'd like a kilo of corn, please.” The man says, “Sorry mate, we don't have any,” and the duck says—'

'Well of course there wouldn't be a kilo of corn at a corner shop, it's not a supermarket or a grocer—'

'Sherlock—'

'He's been like this all day,' Mary says a in a stage whisper. 'He finished the case of the twisted umbrella and he needs another one.'

'Oh really, I'd never have guessed.' John begins to wonder why he bothered trying to tell this joke to the two of them, but takes a breath and goes on. 'And the duck says, “Oh, sorry,”, and goes away.' He raises a warning finger at Sherlock, who has rolled around to face him and opened his mouth. 'No, just listen, all right. The next day, the duck comes back, and he goes up to the man behind the counter and says, “Hello, I'd like a kilo of corn please.” The man scratches his head and says, 'Look mate, I told you yesterday, we don't have any corn.” The duck says, “Oh, sorry,” and goes out again. But the next day he comes back—'

And Mary is starting to smile, he can see it in the light in her eyes and the twitch of her lips, and all of a sudden John would very much like to be kissing those lips, but he’s damned if he won’t finish this story now he’s started it.

'And the next day, and the day after that, and the day after that, until every day for a whole week this duck has come into the corner shop and asked for a kilo of corn. And each time the man behind the counter tells him that there isn't any, as politely as he can, but finally, on the last day, his temper snaps and he yells at the duck, “Look, I've told you and told you, we don't sell corn, and if you come in asking for it again I'm going to nail your bloody beak to the counter!” So the duck looks rather shocked, and walks out.'

Mary is giggling now, and Sherlock has that little frown between his eyebrows that indicates computing processes are going on, but he hasn’t opened his mouth again so John decides he may as well hasten on with the punchline before he gets interrupted.

'The next day, the duck walks back into the corner shop, and goes up to the counter and says to the man there, “Excuse me, but do you sell nails?” And the man says, “Well, no,” so the duck says, “Then in that case I'd like a kilo of corn please!”'

Mary collapses with laughter and even Sherlock’s mouth is quirking a little at the edges, though he appears to be doing his best to maintain a straight face. ‘The question is—’ he begins.

John mock-groans. ‘When will you ever not be a facetious sod? No questions, Sherlock. Just take it for what it is.’

Sherlock raises an eyebrow haughtily, but Mary scoots herself over to him and places a kiss on his nose, and Sherlock makes the little humming noise he always does at such gestures of affection—John wonders if he even knows he’s doing it—and John smiles at the sight of the two of them, blonde hair and dark curls mingled together.

eadfrith:

ALL 4000 objects from the incredible Staffordshire Hoard laid out for study.  Images from the Staffordshire hoard website

The Staffordshire Hoard is the largest hoard of Anglo-Saxon gold ever found.

http://www.staffordshirehoard.org.uk/

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YOU GUYS ARE AWESOME THANK YOU SO MUCH *snuggles lovely comments and messages* I LOVE YOU

Wow I feel super crap today. If anyone has hugs/amusing anecdotes/random facts/headcanons to share they would be appreciated.

elanorofrohan:

Changing the Lord of the Rings

We have all learnt that the Beatles wanted to make their LOTR film (and each singer had chosen a role for himself) and there were also rumours of legendary Stanley Kubrick at the helm. As we know, nothing came out of it.

What was much more important was the script that director John Boorman (who later made Excalibur) and  writer Rospo Pallenberg envisioned at the end of the 70s. I have always been very curious about it.

Well, I am happy that this project aborted. Because the changes were too many and overwhelming. 

Galadriel, the guiding spirit for Frodo in times of darkness, who has such a spiritual connection with him and succeeds in renouncing the Ring freely offered to her, seduces Frodo. And we are saying that Peter Jackson has taken too many liberties letting Kili speak about starlight with Tauriel…. (By the way, Celeborn doesn’t exist)

The soulful story of Eowyn who knows nothing about true love, and falls in love with her idea of Aragorn, and wants to die on the battlefield, and in the end discovers what true love for a true man means… is completely wiped out.

In its place we have Aragorn healing Eowyn on the battlefield in such a blatantly sexual way that they get married almost immediately. Arwen is only 13 years old and conveniently leaves for Valinor with her father Elrond. Gondor will have not an Elf Queen but a warrior Queen.

Of course everyone has the right to his/her vision, and John Boorman is a great director.

Nonetheless, I am so relieved and grateful that our visual experience of middle Earth was destined to be realized by Peter Jackson and his co-writers. Who loved and respected Professor Tolkien’s work.

(x) original article here

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