Voice Meme (because Euphorbic did it and it sounded fun)

• Your name and username. 
• Where you’re from. 
• Pronounce the following words: Aunt, Roof, Route, Theater, Iron, Salmon, Caramel, Fire, Water, New Orleans, Pecan, Both, Again, Probably, Alabama, Lawyer, Coupon, Mayonnaise, Pajamas, Caught, Naturally, Aluminium, GIF, Tumblr, Crackerjack, Doorknob, Envelope, GPOY. 
• What is it called when you throw toilet paper on a house? What is a bubbly carbonated drink called? 
• What’s the bug, that when you touch it, it curls into a ball?
• What do you say to address a group of people?
• What do you call the kind of spider that has an oval-shaped body and extremely long legs?
• Be a wizard or a vampire?
• How old are you?
• Is it cold where you are?
• What is your favorite color?
• What color are your eyes?
• Do you have freckles? 
• When is your birthday?
• What was the last thing you drank?
• Would you rather: Have a million dollars or a million friends? Eat a taco or a quesadilla? Be a shark or an elephant? 
• Do you speak a second language? Say something in it.
• What do you call gym shoes? 
• What do you call your grandparents? 
• What do you call the wheeled contraption in which you carry groceries at the supermarket? 
• What is the thing you change the TV channel with? 
• Choose a book and read a passage from it.
  
• Do you think you have an accent? 
• Do you know anyone on Tumblr in real life? End audio post by saying any THREE words you want.

sheffiesharpe:

Last section of this part of the arc, doves. The universe isn’t disappearing, but I do need a break for a bit. Thank you for being so utterly lovely about this fic. (And please don’t panic. The characters aren’t going away, but I do need my life back for a while.)

<3

marmosette:

anglofile:

Cover No. 3 of 5 for Eva and Nyxe

At Least There’s the Football by Sheffiesharpe

SHIT YES.

So very much my division.

sheffiesharpe:

Finally a new bit.

My timing on these things is utterly terrible. But that’s okay. Excessively long and incredibly slow is the name of the game, so there’s no rush.

“Mycroft glances at him. ‘How many copies of London Calling do you own?’

Lestrade almost argues that they’re not all the same, thank you, that four are vinyl and two are alternate covers and—but he closes his mouth as Corrie approaches.”

From Tearing Up the Seven Veils, Part 9 of At Least There’s The Football by Sheffiesharpe

If you like Mystrade and haven’t read it yet, what are you waiting for?

akintolove:

Mycroft is still wearing a suit, but it’s somehow different than the others, cut less formally, the waistcoat cut more deeply, his tie looser. And he’s wearing a hat, a charcoal fedora with a green band. His jacket lies over one arm, even though it’s cool enough that he could be wearing it. He’s got matching sleeve garters—thin, green rings just above the elbow—and it should be ridiculous. It should be laughable. On anyone else, it would be a costume. On Mycroft Holmes, it looks as natural as breathing.

- At Least There’s The Football

I strongly recommende this fanfic to you, dear friends.

myheartinhiding:

Headcanon caption for this delicious drawing:

Mycroft hugs his arm closer. “Then I didn’t wake you because lying here, like this, with you, is one of the singularly extraordinary experiences of my life.”

Just Take a Confident Go at It, by Sheffiesharpe

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