sally donovan’s instagram

  • victory selfies after successfully closed cases (half of philip’s face sometimes included)
  • #ootd’s for when she goes to court
  • bathroom mirror selfies with molly from whenever sally visits the morgue
  • candid shots of sherlock’s face under harsh light from all of the most unflattering angles possible
  • a video that’s just a mashup of all the times she’s burst into greg’s office while he was asleep, shouting “BOSS” to jolt him awake and cause him to drop his coffee/donut/taco/etc on his shirt
  • selfie with janine when they bumped into each other in sherlock’s hospital room circa-HLV. they’re both grinning into the camera and in the corner of the picture is sherlock in his hospital bed looking annoyed


#I actually can’t with this #His face at the end #He looks so sad #Like how could you possibly doubt how important you are #He’s been through time and space #Seen it all #900 years of exploring things you wouldn’t believe #But to him #Humans are still amazing and wonderful and IMPORTANT




I’m actually crying now.

Oh I cannot handle

A hole inside a hole.

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And then in the future, everything changes. He’s been through it all, of course-watched humanity rediscover the heavens above them, watched them begin to wonder what’s out there. He cheered with the rest of the world when they landed on the moon, cheered as if he’d found Isla de la Muerta all over again, because there was something new. New treasure, a new horizon. But then they stop going, stop exploring, and he goes back to riding tankers across the rising seas. So he’s surprised when one day he wakes up from a night with his bottle of rum (his truest companion), and hears that there’s colonies on Mars now, and they need ships to supply them. He spends the next decade crafting new identities, learning all he can to qualify for the job, and after several tries (and even more faked deaths-this immortality thing isn’t all it’s cracked up to be in the age of the inerasable digital self) he gets it. The ships go nearly constantly now, the needs of the terraforming project creating an unbroken line of vessels from Mars to Earth and back again. “Show me that horizon,” he whispers to himself, his personal prayer of thanksgiving, each time they leave orbit, because the worlds, the stars are in motion and it’s never the same, with nearly three years for a round trip the ports are always different, even if they keep the old names. And finally one trip something goes wrong with the reactor, they’re too low on power and have to deploy the backups, and Jack (Lucky Jack, they call him, for he survives too many things he shouldn’t but science has yet to accept that maybe some things weren’t old wives’ tales after all) goes out for the spacewalk to bring up the solar panels. And as they rise, geometric patterns black against the sun’s glare, he’s struck by a powerful sense of déjà vu, because it’s all here-wind and sails, a ship beneath his feet and stars above his head, horizon in all directions. He wonders, for a moment, if the reason he’s still here is because the universe wanted a witness, to mourn the end of one age of exploration, and rejoice in the birth of the next.

Thank you for writing this. It made me cry, but oh I am so relieved to see the yearning for the stars.

That shouldn’t have given me as many feels as it did… 

'The world is still the same, just less in it'




India replaces the Ice Bucket Challenge with the much more sustainable Rice Bucket Challenge 

After seeing the dramatic results from the Ice Bucket Challenge, Indian journalist Manju Latha Kalanidhi was compelled to start something similar, but with an Indian slant. “I felt like doing something more locally tangible. Rice is a staple here,” Kalanidhi told CNN. “We eat it every day, we can store it for months. Why not donate rice to someone who is hungry?”

It’s fairly simpleFollow micdotcom

Go off x1000000


When you are 13 years old,
the heat will be turned up too high
and the stars will not be in your favor.
You will hide behind a bookcase
with your family and everything left behind.
You will pour an ocean into a diary.
When they find you, you will be nothing
but a spark above a burning bush,
still, tell them
Despite everything, I really believe people are good at heart.

When you are 14,
a voice will call you to greatness.
When the doubters call you crazy, do not listen.
They don’t know the sound
of their own God’s whisper. Use your armor,
use your sword, use your two good hands.
Do not let their doubting
drown out the sound of your own heartbeat.
You are the Maid of Untamed Patriotism.
Born to lead armies into victory and unite a nation
like a broken heart.

When you are 15, you will be punished
for learning too proudly. A man
will climb onto your school bus and insist
your sisters name you enemy.
When you do not hide,
he will point his gun at your temple
and fire three times. Three years later,
in an ocean of words, with no apologies,
you will stand before the leaders of the world
and tell them your country is burning.

When you are 16 years old,
you will invent science fiction.
The story of a man named Frankenstein
and his creation. Soon after you will learn
that little girls with big ideas are more terrifying
than monsters, but don’t worry.
You will be remembered long after
they have put down their torches.

When you are 17 years old,
you will strike out Babe Ruth and Lou Gehrig
one right after the other.
Men will be afraid of the lightening
in your fingertips. A few days later
you will be fired from the major leagues
because “Girls are too delicate to play baseball”

You will turn 18 with a baby on your back
leading Lewis and Clark
across North America.

You will turn 18 
and become queen of the Nile.

You will turn 18 
and bring justice to journalism.

You are now 18, standing on the precipice,
trembling before your own greatness.

This is your call to leap.

There will always being those
who say you are too young and delicate
to make anything happen for yourself.
They don’t see the part of you that smolders.
Don’t let their doubting drown out the sound
of your own heartbeat.

You are the first drop of a hurricane.
Your bravery builds beyond you. You are needed
by all the little girls still living in secret,
writing oceans made of monsters and
throwing like lightening.

You don’t need to grow up to find greatness.
You are stronger than the world has ever believed you to be.
The world laid out before you to set on fire.
All you have to do
is burn.

For Teenage Girls With Wild Ambition and Trembling Hearts, Clementine von Radics (via clementinevonradics)


 Adolph von Menzel

Das Chorgestühl im Dom zu Mainz, 1869

PSA for Cosplayers: Cast Members at Disney Don’t Think You’re Awesome.


I’m a cast member (employee) at one of the US Disney Parks. Every year when the local anime conventions come into town we have a problem. Cosplayers love to come to the park and try to cosplay in the park.

(Except at certain parks halloween parties)

For whatever reason, there are cosplayers who think it’s some kind of badge of honor to get asked to leave. Or, they will pitch a fit and try to get reAds or merch from us for “interrupting their fun.”

Cosplayers have become slick about this. They know they will be turned away at the gate, so they will change in a washroom.

Do you understand WHY we can’t allow this?
Intellectual property is one reason. The other? Little kids may not be able to tell that you’re not the real Belle. And what if you’re some creepy who gets off on little kids who decided to dress up as Gaston? And kids are following you around???

Please, get the word out!

Stop coming to the park in costume. Stop bringing your costumes into the park. You may think its awesome that people can’t tell you’re not a Disney employee but it makes it harder on those of us who work there!

And our managers have started arresting people for this!  No more comps or reads or “oh, sorry I didn’t know.”


Let’s help Luke out on this one!

This Sunday is August’s #SaveInTheFlesh Social Media Sunday.

So, on Sunday 31st August at 10pm UK time, we all start talking about In The Flesh and how much we want series 3 on facebook, twitter and tumblr.

If you’re new to the fandom, #SaveInTheFlesh Social Media Sunday is a campaign event the fandom holds on the last Sunday of every month. Full details on how to take part can be found on this post from last month’s event, and here is our tag for Social Media Sundays.

Hope to see you all there! :)


My entry for the third Let’s Draw Sherlock mini challenge — where the lighting’s made up and the perspective doesn’t matter! 

I have a special love of Donovan. I mean, can you imagine trying to do her job and deal with Sherlock all the time? And all the paperwork his assistance creates? I think she’s shown great restraint in not breaking his fingers or kneecaps. 


smoo told me to draw zutara week stuff so instead i drew some modern au gaang. sorry for my shitty handwriting.


Castiel “Mythical”
You live like a dragon but you burn like a phoenix…

I had started this a looong time ago, and after yesterday’s episode I had all the feelz and was inspired to finish this. This completes my 3 fandom wing study… previous is TWD “Icarus Iscariot” and Sherlock “Them”. ^_^


What do you think?