The Eighth had brought some mistletoe,
And aimed for Seven, to Seven’s woe:
‘Ah! No! Rrrrrevolting! Ace! D’you mind?
Try Six, he’s more that way inclined.’
‘That way inclined? Inclined? What, me?
I burst with masculinity!
[…]
Five called to light the pud this year –
‘You’re good at starting fires, I hear?’
The dancing flames sent Eight insane:
‘Yes! I remember! Pudding Lane!’
He planted Five with juicy smackers,
Two and Seven pulled on crackers,
[…]
‘I knew Puccini once,’ sighed Eight,
‘He had the softest lips.’ That’s great,
But stay away from me, you sissy,’
Four looked cautious, Eight looked kissy.
Three o’clock, the Queen appeared,
The Third, all patriotic, cheered,
But Eight, lips puckered, mistletoe handy,
Went for the clown and got the dandy.
Tried again to get the clown,
But got a slap, so settled down.
—
“The Feast of Seven… Eight (and Nine)” by Vanessa Bishop, from ‘Short Trips: A Christmas Treasure’
In which the Doctors have a Christmas party and Eight tries to kiss all his former selves.
Because… yeah.

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no homo
sapiens. only homo superior. don’t talk to me unless you are telekinetic or a shapeshifter of some kind
calm down magneto
So I bought this book because it actually produces some really great prompts. If you ever need any ideas for an au or something original holler at me I’ll dial you up one of these.
I want this.
(via everandeverprolixity)
less romantic love more Romantic love, come grave robbing with me in a thunderstorm.
(via dapurinthos)
inspired by JK Rowling, other authors speak out about pairing regrets in their work
This is the only one I’ll reblog. Hold me to it.
(via mumblingsage)
HanLock AU: Closing In
└ Sherlock Holmes assists Will Graham on catching a cannibal.
run, sherlock!! HE’S GONNA EAT YOU
Oh no. Hannibal won’t eat Sherlock.
He knows a clever mind and loves to watch that mind slowly twist inside itself.
He’s going to find the source of that mind’s sanity.
He’s going to eat John.
hOW ABOUT NO
Who the fuck gave u the right
Actually Sherlock is a rude shit. He could be brilliant, but Hannibal would end eating him
yea, sherlock would be food so quickly…
I don’t think y’all are properly considering the implications here.
In his 1996 novel Excession, science fiction writer Iain M Banks formalised the concept of the “outside context problem”. In a nutshell, an outside context problem is a threat that cannot be anticipated - indeed, a threat the possibility of which cannot properly be conceived of prior to its appearance - because it’s simply not playing by the same rules as everyone else. The canonical example of an outside context problem given by Mr. Banks is the sudden arrival, in the midst of a naval engagement between wooden sailing ships, of a fully armed 21st Century battleship.
Both Holmes and Lecter are, within their respective milieux, outside context problems. The former is a pulp-fiction polymath supergenius, and the latter, a monster in the grand tradition of gothic horror, both operating in settings that otherwise much more closely approximate our own world. Their strength derives primarily not from any personal merit, but from the simple fact that, by authorial fiat, they are not obliged to play by the rules that govern the worlds they inhabit.
Consequently, which of them would emerge victorious is less a question of capability and more a question of thematics. According to the pulp adventure tropes that Sherlock Holmes carries with him, Lecter’s evil is a lurking shadow to be banished by the light of Reason. Conversely, the gothic horror tropes that cling to Hannibal Lecter demand that Holmes’ intellectual worldview be revealed a pathetic delusion that will ultimately be swallowed by the darkness of Unreason. They’re playing different games with different and largely incommensurable rules.
It’s for this reason that the question of who would “beat” who can’t meaningfully be answered. The outcome would depend entirely on which set of tropes the author found more persuasive.
One thing I can tell you, though?
If it’s done right, no matter who wins out in the end, nothing would be left standing in their wake.
There is nothing about the previous comment that didn’t give me an intellectual boner.
(via mumblingsage)
FANFIC
“YOU’RE SO MISOGYNIST AND RACIST,” screamed Elementary fandom, waving its latte.
“YOU’RE HOMOPHOBIC AND INACCURATE AND A COPYCAT,” sobbed Sherlock fandom.
“Children, please,” Granada fandom sighed from its wingback armchair. “Settle down and fetch me a drink.”“WILL YOU PLEASE SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU ASSHOLES” Sir Arthur Conan Doyle yelled from his grave
this is perfection
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