impertinence

So I did the crankypants love meme! Here I am. Since I already posted today I have nothing else useful to offer. Except that marksykins has handed me a challenge: she says I'm too adorable to be creepy. So if you have suggestions for how I should prove her wrong, feel free to offer them. >:)

Title: Psychologically Disturbed
Pairing: Holmes/Watson/Mary
Rating: Adult
Word Count: 10,050
Summary: Irene stirs up trouble, Holmes is jealous, Mary is perplexed, and Watson is exasperated.
Notes: Thanks to angelsaves. Technically a sequel to Of Dubious and Questionable Memory, but to read this on its own all you really need to know is Irene conned Mary into going to the U.S. for adventures before Mary and Watson got married. Title from this exchange in the movie where Watson concludes he's nuts for following Holmes around. YOU MIGHT BE RIGHT, SIR.

Under the cut or at AO₃.

( He wondered sometimes if she saw the world the same way he did. )

Comment with the name of a female character (in any show, movie, book, comic, etc that you think I'm familiar with) and I'll tell you one thing I love about her. In return, you can do the same in your journal (if you like!).

also, if you give me a prompt, I will write a commentfic about her!

if i see one more dyke say OBAMA DOESN'T CARE ABOUT THE GAYS I'm gonna kill them. Of course Obama doesn't care about the gays! We know this! He has never made us ANY promises, just namedropped us when it was convenient. And yeah, it's a big deal that we even get namedropped, but Florida and Alabama and a bunch of other places think we're not FIT TO RAISE CHILDREN and the fact that we get namedropped, and the fact that maybe some day we'll be able to get married, is not going to be because Obama stood up for us. It will be when we wrest power from the goddamn fucking HRC and get some decent pro-gay rights campaigning going on.

FOR GOD'S SAKE IN THE VICE PRESIDENTIAL DEBATES BIDEN WAS CAREFUL TO ONLY IMPLY THAT HE DIDN'T WANT TO LIGHT GAYS ON FIRE, AND MAYBE NOT INFRINGE ON THEIR RIGHTS. THAT DOES NOT MEAN SUPPORT. THAT MEANS, PLEASE VOTE FOR US BUT ALSO STAND AT A DISTANCE SO WE CAN RETAIN THE VOTES OF MODERATES WHO DON'T REALLY LIKE THE HOMOS.

*breeeathe*

Anyway, I enjoyed the SOTU because I have no expectations for politicans and just think it's nice that Obama can pronounce 'nuclear' properly. And that there were so many sharply dressed ladies and Biden's general existence. Oh, and Fifty-Eight Is A Majority is a great site, if you've never seen it before. I blame most of the problems we have right now on the combination of a moderate president (that's another pet peeve. omg did no one check Obama's Senate voting record before they voted for him. Wait, of course they didn't, the other option was McSoldMySoul. THIS JUST IN: DUDE'S A MODERATE) and the world's least effectual Democratic majority. Sometimes I think about how much the Dems HAVEN'T accomplished and kick a wall. Can it be time for the revolution yet? No? How about now?

Also there's this ad currently circulating on cable about how some politican running for office in Springfield fudged some paperwork and made it seem like a senior lived in a house she owned, by using dead people's names in the paperwork. Speaking of politics that are really kind of hilarious...

Anyway, that's all boring stuff. Can we discuss this picture?



WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, PATRICK STUMP?? YOU MAKE ME FEEL VAGUELY GUILTY JUST LOOKING AT YOU, AND I'M A NINETEEN-YEAR-OLD LESBIAN.

OH GOD. Apparently when you're me and just_katarin, demolishing a bottle and a half of bacardi razz results in drunken walks to Walgreens, Snuggie and stuffed frog-buying for angelsaves, and public peeing. The last was me, and I can only defend it by saying that we'd been waiting for the bus for approximately half an eternity and Katarin told me I couldn't. So I did.

It was okay, though, because neither of us puked and we remembered to put the Diet Coke we bought in the fridge. And angelsaves liked her Snuggie. She is smarter than both of us, by the way, because when she realized she was super drunk she went to bed instead of going on a Coke-buying mission to Walgreens fuelled by hurriedly downing the last half-glass of rum and coke.

Anyway, drunken adventures aside, I have nothing useful to say! It's Sunday night and I'm gonna read about lesbians now, I suppose. And compile pictures for my Lady Gaga/Beyoncé thing.

Hello, flist! Today is a day of celebration, for I have KICKED MY CAFFEINE HABIT! \o/ The headaches are GONE! HALLELUJAH!

Don't forget that at the beginning of February, halfamoon starts up! halfamoon is a comm about posting female-centric fanworks from Feb 1 to Feb 14. It is a fabulous idea! Everyone should participate.

Last night I went down to the South Side for a series of bad decisions, one of which was ( watching Leverage! )

GUESS WHO GOT NEW ICONS? that's right, this imp! \o/ now I can confuse you all for forever. Coincidence, or actually the longest-planned trolling I've ever done? You decide.

anyway so I made some icons too! Here they are!

Preview:

( mostly random hot ladies - some nsfw because nipples )

Hey guys. Yesterday there was a 7.0 earthquake in Haiti. They need help. There are a few ways to do this.

Texting (via jubella)

To donate to the Red Cross' relief efforts, text 'HAITI' to 90999. $10 will be added to your phone bill.

To donate to Wyclef Jean's Yele Haiti organization, text 'Yele' to 501 501.

Online Donating

To donate to Unicef, go here.

To donate to the Red Cross, I think you go here, but the donation form is currently down.

To donate to Operation USA: go here.

Telephone

To donate to Unicef, you can also call 1-800-4UNICEF.

To donate to Operation USA, call 1-800-678-7255.


A good friend of mine has family in Haiti. Haiti's not a rich country and this earthquake was devastating. If you can give, please do.

Other resources for donating can be found here.

inspring photo of the day:



FUCKIN' RIGHT! it's supposed to be Amber Rose btw.

This weekend has been really weird. Friday night I had, hands down, the worst dream I've had in at least two years, and it made me shaky and prone to crying for all of Satuday. When I finally forced myself to sleep again, though, I had the same fuzzy kitten in every single dream I had. I am going to assume this is my brain's way of apologizing for being a dick.

Also, this morning I got hit by a car! Because when it's 8 on a goddamn Sunday morning, the right thing to do is to make a sharp right-hand turn while NOT IN THE RIGHT HAND TURN LANE and misjudge it so terribly that the girl who's just stepped into the right-hand turn lane (because, you know, NO ONE ELSE IS AROUND AND YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE GOING STRAIGHT) ends up being bodily slammed against the side of your car.

Seriously, a bigger step from me or a slightly sharper turn on the driver's part and I'd be in the hospital right now. And I know they saw me because they slowed down until I waved them to keep going because I thought they were going STRAIGHT because they were NOT IN THE GODDAMN RIGHT-HAND TURN LANE, FUCK YOU, CAR.

I wasn't even mad at the time because I was too tired to process what had happened. I was just like "well ok then" and kept going to work. But now I just keep getting madder and madder.

My milk has an inappropriately early expiration date, so if anyone feels like reccing exciting things I can do with milk tonight (if you know what I mean and I think you do) then I would appreciate it greatly. SUNDAY NIGHT IS HOPPIN' UP HERE!

FUCK ME, I HATE .FLACS. JUST BUY A FUCKING RECORD, FUCKFACE. >:(