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francesca-wayland:

***LAST DAY TO ENTER***

GIVEAWAY!

The item: As featured in A Scandal in Begravia, Sherlock’s Woburn 8 dressing gown in navy blue satin-silk stripe, by Derek Rose.

"The Woburn is a pure silk men’s dressing gown with a satin stripe design, featuring a shawl collar, breast pocket and two side pockets. One of our most popular classic robes, the Woburn epitomises timeless, refined elegance, striking the perfect balance between luxury and simplicity. We think it makes the perfect sleepwear add-on for any gentleman’s wardrobe."

Item details: It is a size Large, and has only been worn once, when I tried it on for several minutes. It will come packaged in its original box and ribbon. 

Giveaway details:

-  Likes, comments, and reblogs all count, but you must be following me. Only one reblog will count - your first one.

- You must be willing to disclose an address where I can send the item, should you win.

- On that note, I’ll need to notify the winner so make sure your ask boxes are open (or will be open). I will give the winner 48 hours to respond before I pick another winner. If necessary I will continue in this manner until I reach someone.

- I will pick the winner using an online random number generator.

- I will do that at the very end of this month: midnight BST on the 1st of September.

- I will do international shipping. 

- No giveaway blogs, please. I reserve the right to delete entries from these types of blogs.

This is my first giveaway so if I’ve left out any pertinent information, let me know and I’ll do my best to fix it!

Good luck :)

PS If the winner is so inclined, I’ll also include this sealed bottle of Jessica nail varnish in the color 222 Winter Berries, which is what Lara Pulver wore as Irene Adler in this episode.

***LAST DAY TO ENTER***

ffs-benedict:

john can’t have sex with sherlock unless they’re facing each other because looking at sherlock’s back hurts him too much, seeing all the scars sherlock acquired during the two years and knowing that sherlock was suffering for john. he’s thankful of course but he can’t help but feel bad. one day sherlock asks why and john finally admits, so sherlock pulls off John’s jumper and traces his calloused fingertips over John’s scars and says “we match now”

It’s Monday. I’m going home at 6pm and a middle aged man and a teenage boy are the only people left on the bus with me. I consider the fact that because the driver is also a man I am the only person left on the bus with the correct genetic makeup for boobs. I’m automatically scared, scared because of my own anatomy. I wonder how old I was when I realized that my own body was going to be the cause of the constant anxiety and fear I feel in situations like this. I get off at the last stop and the older man smiles at me while following me up the street. His smile drips, drips, drips and my heart is pounding, pounding, pounding. He turns off down another road, but I run the rest of the way home.

Not all men.

I’m at home on a Tuesday, beginning to plan the travels I want to go on next year. I dream of wandering the streets and meeting strangers. I just can’t wait to escape the city I’ve lived in for 17 long years. But… my mum is hesitant. She’s forever worried about the danger that being a young girl traveling alone can bring. I’ll be alone and she’s scared. Surely I’m invincible. I feel invincible. But I know, I know this danger is real and I can’t help but think to myself, if I feel unsafe in my own city, how am i going to feel in a strange place with strange men who don’t speak the same language as me? If I was my brother planning this, I would probably just be wondering if European girls are going to be hot.

Not all men.

Wednesday is a beautiful sunny day but I’ve always been told that I don’t have a “nice enough body” to wear a bikini on the beach. Ever since I was 6 years old I’ve thought that having tummy fat was ugly. That skin that doesn’t have a perfectly golden glow is undesirable. I amble to a clear patch of sand in my one piece and I can feel pairs of eyes latching onto me. Hairy men in speedos who I don’t look twice at eat into my body with their stares. I’m a piece of meat. I am a piece of meat? I am here for their amusement. Please don’t let me be eaten alive.

Not all men.

Thursday night two friends and I are walking to our god damn school dance when we hear “Jesus look at you! You sluts heading to a pole?” These words snarl out of the mouth of a respectably dressed man and we stop in horror. Shivers roll up my back in fear. It’s dark. We are alone. What. Do. We. Do??? One of us pulls the finger back. I can never be sure how quickly a sexist man can get angry so we walk quickly away. We’re angry, so so angry. But also so… deflated. I wonder if we deserve this shame.

Not all men.

Sitting on the internet, Friday night and scrolling down my Facebook newsfeed:

“Haha, good job at the game today bro. You RAPED them!”
“Damn with tits like that, you’re asking for it :P”

Another sexist comment…
Another sexist comment…
Another sexist comment…

I’m shrinking and shrinking and shrinking and I want to CRY because these boys don’t realize how small they make me feel with just pressing a few keys. I see these boys on the streets, I talk to these boys, I laugh with these boys. Dear GOD, dear GOD i hope these boys don’t think actions speak louder than words…

Not all men.

Three rules that have been drilled into me since I was young run through my mind at 1.30am on a Satur… Sunday Morning:

-Don’t ever talk to strange men
-Don’t ever be alone at night in a strange place
-Don’t ever get into a car with a stranger

I break all 3 of these laws as I pull open the taxi door. Making light conversation with the driver, he doesn’t see my sweaty hand clutching the small pocket knife I keep hidden on me at all times. He doesn’t even realize the fear I feel at his mere presence. He cannot comprehend it, he never will. How easy would this 15 minute car ride be if I was born a boy?

Not all men.

It comes to Sunday, another snoozy, sleepy, Sunday and someone has the AUDACITY to tell me not all men are rapists. I say nothing.

I’m a 17 year old girl.
When I am walking alone and it’s dark, it’s all men.
When I am in a car with a man I don’t know well, it’s all men.
When men drunkenly leer at me on the streets, it’s all men.
When a boy won’t leave me alone at a party, it’s all men.

Not all men are rapists. But for a young girl like me? Every one of them has the potential to be.

Not.
All.
Men.

a piece i wrote for an english assignment about my personal experiences with rape culture, in particular with the saying “not all men” which i know has been makin a lot of controversy on the internet recently! idk just wanted to share (via trueho)

Deeply emotional piece.

thewinterizzy:

All twelve Emmys nominations for Sherlock: His Last Vow:

Outstanding Television Movie - (tba)

Outstanding Casting for a Miniseries, Movie or a Special - Fargo

Outstanding Writing for a Miniseries, Movie or a Dramatic Special - WON!

Outstanding Cinematography for a Miniseries or a Movie - WON!

Outstanding Costumes for a Miniseries, Movie or a Special - American Horror Story: Coven

Outstanding Directing for a Miniseries, Movie or a Dramatic Special - Fargo

Outstanding Lead Actor in a Miniseries or a Movie - WON!

Outstanding Music Composition for a Miniseries, Movie or a Special (Original Dramatic Score) - WON!

Outstanding Singe-Camera Editing for a Miniseries or a Movie - WON!

Outstanding Sound Editing for a Miniseries, Movie or a Special - WON!

Outstanding Sound Mixing for a Miniseries or a Movie - Treme

Outstanding Supporting Actor in a Miniseries or a Movie - WON!

SEVEN WINS. WHAT A TIME TO BE ALIVE.

carry-on-my-wayward-butt:

videohall:

This guy plays the tune of Jason Mraz - “I’m Yours” using two Nokia Phone

this is so fucking relaxing

WOW.

softkakumei asked:

ahhhh hi dear!!! *w* this is nyonyo from LJ. XD I got so excited ages ago when I saw you had a tumblr, but your ask wasn't open back when I added you and I kept forgetting to email you to say it was me... how are you doing??

Darling! I’m so happy to hear from you again! *big hug* How are you? Hahah I totally had no idea you were on Tumblr… You have to excuse my overexcited fandom reblogging hahah! It’s the only place where I can fangirl safely without being judged by friends and family!

What have you been up to lately? Any plans to go back to Japan?

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