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dduane:

petermorwood:

copperbadge:

That one time Dorothy Sayers wrote Sherlock Holmes self-insert kidfic where her original character Peter Wimsey consults Sherlock Holmes over the affair of a missing kitten.

Click to embiggen image to get the full fanfic, or purchase the book it’s published in, Sayers On Holmes.

dduane - I think you’ll like this one!

I love Lord Peter just a shade less than Dorothy did. Which is saying something. :)

Reblogging for my friend Alison. And I will have to email it to my mom, who doesn’t do Tumblr.

mattfractionblog:

St. Freddie

Yes.

I am a princess


Whenever the subject of furriness comes up, I usually find myself saying something along the lines of “I like animal people, but I don’t, y’know, think I have the soul of a wombat or anything.” Then I started thinking about this statement. And I suppose, assuming the wombat drank tea, lounged around reading books on wombat evolution, and had a secret weakness for Flavor Blasted Goldfish, and generally acted like a human all the time, that it might be possible. But I’m not holding my breath. -Ursula Vernon


I could be this wombat.

Whenever the subject of furriness comes up, I usually find myself saying something along the lines of “I like animal people, but I don’t, y’know, think I have the soul of a wombat or anything.” Then I started thinking about this statement. And I suppose, assuming the wombat drank tea, lounged around reading books on wombat evolution, and had a secret weakness for Flavor Blasted Goldfish, and generally acted like a human all the time, that it might be possible. But I’m not holding my breath. -Ursula Vernon

I could be this wombat.

Funniest blog ever. I haven't laughed so hard in ages - your sarcasm is a thing of beauty!

terriblerealestateagentphotos:

Thank you. You should hear my defeatist claptrap.

double-zero-agent-alison:

Abby someone.

One word… Three syllables… Sounds like….

St. Sithney — Misogynist. The legend goes that God wanted St. Sithney to be the patron saint of girls seeking husbands. The saint swore he’d never get any rest at all, and would rather be the patron of mad dogs then women. God agreed.

St. Kevin — He was praying during Lent with his arms outstretched, when a blackbird laid an egg in his palm. He held this position until the egg hatched.

St. Dunstan — Patron of blacksmiths and swordsmiths. Pierced the nose of the Devil with a pair of hot tongs.

St. Eligius — removed a horse’s leg in order to shoe it more easily. Because he was a saint rather than a raving bloody psychotic,* I’ll assume he put it back later.

*The line is occasionally fine. St. Christina the Astonishing comes to mind.

double-zero-agent-alison:

This must be a bumper sticker now.

I shall join.

double-zero-agent-alison:

This must be a bumper sticker now.

I shall join.

dungeonsdonuts:

My review of the new D&D Player’s Handbook (fifth edition).

Hi-res version of this review can be found HERE.

Quite cool, although hard to read without a few control-+ keystrokes to increase the text size.  I generally agree with it.