Died And Came Back Right. There Was Definitely Something Wrong With Me Before? Resurrection Fixed Me

"We met next day as he had arranged, and inspected the rooms at No. 221B, Baker Street, of which he had spoken at our meeting. They consisted of a couple of comfortable bed-rooms and a single large airy sitting-room, cheerfully furnished, and illuminated by two broad windows."

Izzy’s facial expressions as Paula are so hilarious. She doesn’t even have to say anything. She just has to make a face and I’m dying.

worlds most normal uncle & nephew duo on the santa monica pier

🍸 kofi link in bio if you’re feeling generous 🍸

Read a cute and funny fanfic about Halloween office party which gave me this idea lol

John didn’t even try, his first idea was to put a sticker “NotJohn” but then figured out it might be in poor taste

I'm never beating the lesbian alligators

I tend to forget how important it really is to me that people recognize the fact that I am, i'm fact, a queer person.

The way I choose to present myself makes it very easy for people that want to ignore that fact to cast it aside when they find it most convenient. Which, while sometimes still jarring, I've come to expect.

And then I will have one singular interaction with someone who just gets it, alludes to my queerness speaking as if it was a given, and I'm suddenly overwhelmed with the realization of "Oh. I have been missing it. It really was an important and valuable, indispensable, part of what makes me fundamentally myself".

biggest mindfuck is the fact that it can be so so difficult to tell the difference between when it's time for "do it bored/scared/stupid but by jove just do it" and when it's time for "if it sucks hit the bricks"

I know that feel, bro.