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thedrunkenmoogle:

thetadoctor: Sherlock Holmes and John Watson cocktails

Sherlock
Ingredients:
1 oz. Top Shelf Vodka (We’re talking about Sherlock. Try Grey Goose or Belvedere)
1 1/2 oz Cranberry Juice
1/2 oz Blue Curacao 

Directions: Use a chilled stemmed glass. This drink would look smooth in a Martini Glass. Pour the ingredients in the glass in order. When you add the Blue Curacao, you’ll notice the color smoke into purple. Ah, Science. Optional Cherry Garnish, but don’t over do it. The body is just transport.

The game, Mrs. Hudson, is on!

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John Watson
Ingredients:
1/2 oz Light Rum
1/2 oz Tequila
1/2 oz Gin
1/2 oz Vodka
1/2 oz Triple Sec
Orange Juice
Orange Wheel

Directions: The Glass doesn’t matter too much, you’re not trying to show off. Try a stein type shown here, or a Collins Glass. Shake the alcoholic ingredients with ice and strain into the glass. Fill with Orange Juice. You’re allowed to feel fancy, Float some Grand Marnier if you’d like. Add Orange Wheel. The idea is to let them think that you’re innocent, then you can unexpectedly kick them in the face. 

Now people will definitely talk.

Drinks created and photographed by Toki. 

geothebio:

Alright, kiddies, it’s that time again. Giveaway time! This giveaway is kind of sort of celebrating my approaching 30,000 follower mark, but really I just want to get rid of my leftover con merchandise. If you want to see my other tees just head on over to my RedBubble!

>EDIT!<: I’m changing the deadline to June 30th! It seems like August was too far away, so I’m making it a little easier on you guys. Your previous reblogs still count, but please do not reblog more then once! Thanks~

Here are the rules (please see before reblogging!):

• This giveaway will end on June 30th, 2013!
• You can only reblog once. I repeat. ONCE. If you reblog more than once, it’s not very fair to the other people who want to win, and plus Tumblr doesn’t show multiple reblogs, so really it decreases your chances of winning.
• Likes do not count.
• You do not have to be following me, but it is always appreciated!
• Please, for the love of god, have your ask or submit page open! I need to be able to contact you through tumblr!
• I do not have any other sizes besides these, so please don’t ask. These tees are what I had leftover from my last con.
• I will not do specific button requests, you get what I pull out of my magical button box. They’re all great though, don’t worry.
• I might throw in some bookmarks! You’ll have to wait and see!
• There will be three winners, each chosen at random with a random number generator. 
• Each winner will receive one tee (out of the three shown), three random buttons, a hand-drawn doodle of choice, and a handy-dandy business card (those were leftover too I want to get rid of them jusT TAKE ALL OF MY THINGS).
• If you are chosen as a winner, and your ask/submit pages are not open, I will choose someone else. If you are chosen and your ask/submit pages are up, you must respond to my contact within 24 hours or I will choose someone else.
• I can ship world-wide, and I will pay for shipping. Customs fees are a bitch, but I will do it. Just know that it might take a while for your package to get to you! I’ll let you know when I’m sending them out!
• The winners will get to choose their tees, first come first serve to whomever replies to me first! If you do not get the tee you wanted, I can always send you just a drawing by snail mail and I can choose a different winner of the tee!

Happy reblogging! If you have any questions just ask!

cumberdame:

Things No One Will Tell Fat Girls… SO I WILL.

fuckyeahchubbygirls:

• Everyone has rolls when they bend over. Everyone. Lets just get this out of the way right off the bat. In the last few months, I’ve had over 30 women ranging from rail thin to extra large naked in my bed and I would routinely ask them to hug their knees. You wont believe this… ALL OF THEM HAD TUMMY ROLLS. Not one was exempt. Even my super fabulous professional model 6 foot tall and some amazing Katie had rolls. The stomach pictures turned into some of my favorite images from the project… so quit thinking they’re bad, and try accepting (dare I say embracing?) yours!

• When people say “you’re gorgeous”, believe them. I tend not to, and it’s a cryin’ shame. When people genuinely compliment you, it’s because they really see it. Try to not dismiss their perspective as wrong and assume that you know better. They see all of you. We see our flaws. Believe them.

• “Arm flab is embarrassing.”No its not, go fuck yourself. No, not you. The people who tell us that, silly.

• You’re not stunning despite your body. You’re stunning because of your body. There is a distinct difference. I grew up in a culture that would deem “unattractive” women as “special spirits”. A degrading categorization that implied that the only thing worthwhile was whatever was inside. Well, yeah. We are all much much more than our bodies, but our bodies are a beautiful part of us too. Beauty comes from the inside AND the outside.  I am of the firm belief that every person is beautiful, and so this leaves the inside to be the part that is the most telling when it comes to true “beauty”.

• A guy can pick you up off your feet, and it won’t break his back.  “Wait, whaaaaaa Jes? You’re full of shit.” Nope. This just happened to me for the first time in… six years? I’m considerably heavier than I was 6 years ago (like… 70 pounds heavier) and so when I ran up to my friend Eric for a hug and he picked me up with my heels in the air… it left me breathless. I had forgotten that it was possible; I had accepted a life void of being lifted. So exhilarating. Eric didn’t suffer any injuries and walked away unscathed.

• You need to exercise every day in order to feel better about yourself. Well that’s just silly. Not to be confused with not exercising to feel healthy. You simply don’t owe it to anyone else to make an effort to change your body. It’s yours and you decide the rules. Plain and simple.

• You’re allowed to fall in love with yourself. I promise. This will be the scariest thing you will ever do, and that’s okay. It will also be the most amazing (albeit super gradual) experience you will ever have. It doesn’t make you narcissistic. It doesn’t make you vain. It is liberating in every form of the word.

• It’s also okay to have days were you don’t love yourself.Read this. No really. Read it. And then realize that we’ve grown up learning and internalizing that we are not okay our entire life. For me, that’s 26 years of self-hate indoctrination and brainwashing.  It’s going to take a lot longer than you think to reverse this thinking, and it’s definitely not going to happen overnight. Allow yourself to have “weak” days. Cry, mourn, sob, yell, throw things. Whichever. Then get up, brush yourself off, give the media the finger, and move forward because you’re a warrior.

• Everyone’s boobs are uneven. If you have a lot of boobs, they might be way uneven.  Don’t stress. This is totally normal.

• There are people who prefer large ladies. And I mean all sizes of large. I thought that my best bet in life was to find a partner who accepted my fat. Pause. Give me a minute to hang my head and shake it at myself. Not only are there people who adore “thick” women, but a LOT of them who prefer it. This eventually ends up in an interesting territory which Marianne talks about here, but the point that I’m trying to make goes back to the “despite vs because of” argument. Here is what you need to know: you do NOT need to settle for a lover who is “okay” with your body. You have the right (and millions of opportunities) to find someone who is infatuated with your body. You deserve to be worshiped, woman!

• Fat chicks bang hot guys… ALL. THE. TIME. This was the most powerful realization for me. In line with the above paragraph, I knew that there would be someone that would find me attractive but the pool would be small and most likely full of guys I didn’t personally find sexy. So I would have to settle. After all, how could a conventionally gorgeous man (tall and with tattoos of course) like fat chicks?  Weh-he-hell, let me tell you somethin’: through various sites, events, parties, and corner store meetings, I found myself with over a hundred men who were chomping at the bit to get with this. I was the one who had to sift through and pick the hottest of the hot. Ladies, over a hundred. “Girls” showed what society thinks about that when Hannah’s character has a weekend romance with an attractive and wealthy doctor. People flipped their shit. “Patrick Wilson is so hot he would never do Lena Dunham” was the most eye catching. Wilson’s wife responded to that rubbish here, but the tweet speaks volumes about what the majority of people think unconventional women deserve. Jesus christ, it’s annoying. I won’t spill the details of my bedroom coming and goings, but lets just say this: the hottest guys in Tucson and I get along just fine. I would recommend reading Emily’s article on xoJane for a better explanation of what I’m struggling to say. (To clarify, in this case, when I say “hot” I mean conventionally “hot”. This is not meant to fat shame any gender, as hot is relative and an individual opinion. This paragraph is mean to dispel the myth that atypical bodies can’t be paired with typically attractive bodies. This is false, and women need to know that all bodies can be paired with all bodies.) 

• Riding during sex will NOT collapse his insides. Just trust me on this one, what you fear is totally false. Here’s a great article that changed my life.

• Wearing whatever you want is a political statement. Join the revolution. Throw style rules out the window. Wear the tutu. Wear the horizontal stripes. Wear the turquoise skinny jeans. Wear the see-through blouse. Wear the bikini. Wear the sweat pants. Wear the shirt that says “Does this shirt make me look fat?”. Wear whatever it is that makes you happy. This is your life.

• You are fucking beautiful. I’m saying this with a straight face and seriously meaningful look where I maintain eye contact for an uncomfortable amount of time. I know you don’t feel like you fit into the category of gorgeous that our world creates. I know that its hard. I know that its a daily battle. But fuck their fascist beauty standards. The second you stop looking for a skinny model in your mirror and start looking at YOU… is the second you will start to appreciate what you are. Stop looking for flaws. Stop looking for differences. You are perfect. You are more than enough. You are the best thing that has ever happened to you. And you are fucking beautiful.

Say it with me.

bluandorange:

monetizeyourcat:

dancepunksnotdead:

You know, the one that gives housewives/full-time mothers a pension— wages for housework?

It’s ONLY A HUGE VICTORY FOR FEMINISM, SOCIALISM, AND WOMEN OF COLOR. Not a big deal or anything. Tumblr is mysteriously silent about this.

http://rabble.ca/columnists/2013/05/venezuelas-new-labour-law-best-mothers-day-gift

holy shit!

fucking COOL

Steven Moffat on not having any Classic Who Doctors on the 50th anniversary special. (X)

#aka ‘I DON’T WANT ANYBODY TO PAY ATTENTION TO ANYONE’S DOCTOR BUT MINE’ (via wwinrys)

(Source: letseyx)

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kosplaybaby:

if you ever call me cute i will think about it all day

and when i go to sleep i’ll just be a little burrito of blankets

and i will whisper quietly 

“they called me cute”