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astrid, xxii, reasonably aloof and nefariously distant, addicted to tea and marmite, surviving on jazz and pretty things

my friends call me sugar daddy


16 shades of beach - samples of sand taken from 16 different beaches on the Isles of Lewis and Harris.

16 shades of beach - samples of sand taken from 16 different beaches on the Isles of Lewis and Harris.


Dagger with Scabbard
Indian, Mughal, 18th century
Blade: Steel;
Hilt: White jade inlaid with gold rubies and emeralds;
Scabbard: White jade inlaid with gold, rubies and emeralds, velvet with gilt metal;

Dagger with Scabbard

Indian, Mughal, 18th century

Blade: Steel;

Hilt: White jade inlaid with gold rubies and emeralds;

Scabbard: White jade inlaid with gold, rubies and emeralds, velvet with gilt metal;

BA thesis: I NEED YOUR HELP

juliaisaglobetrotter:

Shoutout to all my followers: I’m currently writing my BA thesis on cyber-hate on Tumblr. Now I would need some of you guys, as experts on that matter, (preferable from all across the world) to fill out my survey. It’ll take about one hour to complete. If you’re interested please leave me a message so I can send you a link to the online survey here’s the link. Thanks for your help, guys. xx


Wake Your Watsons Up 4/30 : Hot Cocoa
doodle by ireallyshouldbedrawing • drabble by ColebaltBlue
also on AO3
—-
I awoke to my name being urgently whispered and a warm cup of cocoa being pressed into my hand.  I raised it cautiously to my lips and was pleased to find it the perfect temperature for drinking.  I took a sip and lowered it, looking suspiciously at Holmes.  ”What in the world is it now?” I asked.  
"Can’t a man wake his lover with a cup of hot cocoa every now and again without it having to be an emergency, Watson?"
"No," I responded with wryly.  
He sighed, “very well. Watson, I need your revolver and we must be off!”

Wake Your Watsons Up 4/30 : Hot Cocoa

doodle by ireallyshouldbedrawing • drabble by ColebaltBlue

also on AO3

—-

I awoke to my name being urgently whispered and a warm cup of cocoa being pressed into my hand.  I raised it cautiously to my lips and was pleased to find it the perfect temperature for drinking.  I took a sip and lowered it, looking suspiciously at Holmes.  ”What in the world is it now?” I asked.  

"Can’t a man wake his lover with a cup of hot cocoa every now and again without it having to be an emergency, Watson?"

"No," I responded with wryly.  

He sighed, “very well. Watson, I need your revolver and we must be off!”

She was, to me, the woman. To me, she eclipsed and predominated the whole of her gender.
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