Okay so a crazy old lady set fire to the roof.

Well, okay, not entirely.

An old lady started a pit fire on the roof garden of our apartment, as she apparently didn’t know that this is not generally allowed, and of course someone over the road saw that THE ROOF, THE ROOF, THE ROOF WAS ON FAIYER and then there were firemen.

Best part?

I didn’t know and I was sat in our apartment the whole time. No fire alarms went off. My roomie came in and was like ‘wtf how are you inside’ and I was like LOL WUT WHY WOULD I BE OUTSIDE NUTHIN’S UP BRO

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… yyyeeeeah, we need to get our fire alarm fixed.

Japan what have you made now.

I may take you up on your proofreading offer, and even more so, make unreasonable demands that you help me out with British colloquialisms.

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I’M IN.

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cosmostar:
“  ’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
’Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and...

cosmostar:

 ’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
     Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
    All mimsy were the borogoves,
     And the mome raths outgrabe.

    ’Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
     The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
    Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
     The frumious Bandersnatch!’

    He took his vorpal sword in hand:
     Long time the manxome foe he sought—
    So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
     And stood awhile in thought.

    And as in uffish thought he stood,
     The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
    Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
     And burbled as it came!

    One, two! One, two! And through and through
     The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
    He left it dead, and with its head
     He went galumphing back.

    ’And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
     Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
    O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!’
     He chortled in his joy.

    ’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
     Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
    All mimsy were the borogoves,
     And the mome raths outgrabe.

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Notes for a short story I am working on:

trapeze-swinger:

Mostly for my own reference, but it would be cool to hear opinions or ideas! 

  • Possible title: The Devil in Devon(?)
  • based on the Devil’s Footprints case of 1855
  • Detective investigating the re-appearance of the prints(?)
  • Secondary character the one who will be targeted
  • two points of view?
  • Paranormal; demon related?
  • conclusion?
  • channel Angela Carter

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Do it.

Do it do it do it.

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matuska:

amfoo:

the most entertaining music video i have seen in a long, long time

wow this is fantastic! i love good music videos so much!

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So I got a hair cut.
Looks pretty much the same only slightly more kempt but now it’s all straggly because of the stupid HUMIDITY today.
Also I may have accidentally bought another waistcoat.
What do you mean I had three already that is clearly not...

So I got a hair cut.

Looks pretty much the same only slightly more kempt but now it’s all straggly because of the stupid HUMIDITY today.

Also I may have accidentally bought another waistcoat.

What do you mean I had three already that is clearly not enough to sate my lust for pinstripes.

EMERGENCY PLEA FOR HELP especially you chaps of CA76

I NEED A PIANO.

OR A PIANIST.

PREFERABLY BOTH and I heard that Nancy does that sort of gig can anyone help?

Basically the situation is that my composer has done a decent score, but he’s as technically adept as a rock and so am I, so if I can’t find someone to perform and record the piece I’m going to end up with a digital audio track that sounds like a car crash WHICH IS NOT EXACTLY IDEAL.

Pleeeeease please someone save me I will pay you in love and cookies and possibly even money if that is what this comes to.

hoursago:

sherlock hates disneyland

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