Oh For Fuck's Sake!

I’m an asshole who gets caught up talking to comic book shop people at the meaning of life for 2.5 hours in a parking lot and makes her wife worry about her very much. And I’m sorry.

 
With the belt.

With the belt.

 
jellynotjam:

Our baby boy! We had an ultrasound today, obviously. Full report for those interested here. :)

jellynotjam:

Our baby boy! We had an ultrasound today, obviously. Full report for those interested here. :)

This post was reblogged from Radially Symmetrical.

 

Also. I’m 5’10”. How ridiculously long must this dress be on regular-height girls?

 

Y/n?

One size smaller from previous post.
 

Y/n?

 
jellynotjam:

A friend just posted this status update on Facebook. I thought some of you would appreciate it. ;)

jellynotjam:

A friend just posted this status update on Facebook. I thought some of you would appreciate it. ;)

This post was reblogged from Radially Symmetrical.

 

Wake Your Watsons Up 6/30: Retirement Snoozing in the Garden
doodle by ireallyshouldbedrawing • drabble by ColebaltBlue
also on AO3
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The sun was warm, but the sea breeze was cool and soothing.  Watson was stretched out on a blanket, his straw hat shielding his eyes, and his book forgotten in his lap. The faint hum of bees hard at work in our garden mingled with his soft snores.  I was loath to wake him, but he wasn’t the brown as a nut skinny as a lath boy that he once was and his London-pale skin would burn soon.  A drizzle of honey fresh from the hives on his lips and my tongue to lick it off should do the trick.

Wake Your Watsons Up 6/30: Retirement Snoozing in the Garden

doodle by ireallyshouldbedrawing • drabble by ColebaltBlue

also on AO3

—-

The sun was warm, but the sea breeze was cool and soothing.  Watson was stretched out on a blanket, his straw hat shielding his eyes, and his book forgotten in his lap. The faint hum of bees hard at work in our garden mingled with his soft snores.  I was loath to wake him, but he wasn’t the brown as a nut skinny as a lath boy that he once was and his London-pale skin would burn soon.  A drizzle of honey fresh from the hives on his lips and my tongue to lick it off should do the trick.

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I’m looking for that doodle that someone made about how he has two moms and when he shouts for one, sometimes the wrong one responds and he gets all embarassed and is like, “no, the other one”.

 

So the building I work in is named Friendly.  My storage closet on the 4th floor is room 420.

THESE STUPID ASS CHILDISH MOTHERFUCKING COLLEGE STUDENTS CAN’T LEAVE THE MOTHERFUCKING ROOM NUMBER SIGN ON MY FUCKING DOOR. 

Someone helpfully wrote it in with black sharpie, over the glue left behind from where they pried off the most recent door sign.

Thanks.  Real helpful there.

 

jellynotjam:

Holy Baby Shower, Batman. What a day. We had decided on an open house style shower to avoid having a ton of people in our house at once, but pretty much everyone showed up and left at the same time. So our little 950 sq. ft. house was busting at the seams with like 24 people. It was loud and a bit chaotic and overwhelming, but I’m so touched that so many people showed up. Ollie is exhausted, as are we, but what a great day. :)

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muirin007:

I’m jumping on the “Tulio and Miguel look like Loki and Thor” bandwagon really late, but I couldn’t help myself. That horse is two seconds away from jumping ship.

muirin007:

I’m jumping on the “Tulio and Miguel look like Loki and Thor” bandwagon really late, but I couldn’t help myself. 

That horse is two seconds away from jumping ship.

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Wake Your Watsons Up 5/30: Indoor Target Practice
doodle by ireallyshouldbedrawing • 221B by ColebaltBlue
also on AO3
—-
I jerked awake at the first thump that landed startling close to my ear.  
"Don’t move, Watson!" I heard Holmes shout from the hallway.
I cracked my eyes open only to see the still quivering wooden arrow lodged into the sofa inches from my face.
A second one thumped into the pillow near my hip before I had time to react.
"What the devil do you think you’re doing!" I shouted at the madman shooting arrows at me, indoors of all places.
"Just hold still!" he called.
"No you hold still!" I lept up as soon as the third arrow hit, distressingly close to where my feet were curled against the armrest.
Holmes let out a rather undignified yelp and dropped his bow as I scrambled over the back of the sofa towards him, my displeasure showing clearly on my face.
"It was just a spot of harmless archery," he gasped as he struggled up the stairs towards my bedroom.  The bastard was laughing.
"Harmless?  You call that harmless?  You could have hit my-"
"Never! I have impeccable aim!" he said throwing himself into my room and slamming the door shut in my face.
"I’ll show you impeccable aim!" I hollered, pounding on the door.
"Archery champion at Harrow, Watson! Two years running!"
"Boxing champion, Melville College, 5th AND 6th form!"

Wake Your Watsons Up 5/30: Indoor Target Practice

doodle by ireallyshouldbedrawing • 221B by ColebaltBlue

also on AO3

—-

I jerked awake at the first thump that landed startling close to my ear.  

"Don’t move, Watson!" I heard Holmes shout from the hallway.

I cracked my eyes open only to see the still quivering wooden arrow lodged into the sofa inches from my face.

A second one thumped into the pillow near my hip before I had time to react.

"What the devil do you think you’re doing!" I shouted at the madman shooting arrows at me, indoors of all places.

"Just hold still!" he called.

"No you hold still!" I lept up as soon as the third arrow hit, distressingly close to where my feet were curled against the armrest.

Holmes let out a rather undignified yelp and dropped his bow as I scrambled over the back of the sofa towards him, my displeasure showing clearly on my face.

"It was just a spot of harmless archery," he gasped as he struggled up the stairs towards my bedroom.  The bastard was laughing.

"Harmless?  You call that harmless?  You could have hit my-"

"Never! I have impeccable aim!" he said throwing himself into my room and slamming the door shut in my face.

"I’ll show you impeccable aim!" I hollered, pounding on the door.

"Archery champion at Harrow, Watson! Two years running!"

"Boxing champion, Melville College, 5th AND 6th form!"

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Pulled pork, corn, and ‘slaw with a 2nd drink.

Pulled pork, corn, and ‘slaw with a 2nd drink.

 
Vodka, sprite, purple koolaid, and lemon. 100% deliciously dangerous.

Vodka, sprite, purple koolaid, and lemon. 100% deliciously dangerous.

 

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