hamstr replied to your post: #see what I did there? #I basically said ‘oh nie’…
I will be auditioning for said role.
Ah yes, good.
No, Hams, don’t you dare. I will be forced to challenge you. To a dual. And not of the card variety!
ravenofwesteros replied to your post: hamstr replied to your post: Filipino sausage for…
We call them longganisa (pronounced long-ga-ni-sa ^_^) There are diff. varieties per region of the Philippines. They are really good as breakfast meals, especially with fried rice and eggs, nom nom!
Oh! Thank you for that. And for breakfast? Really? I’ve only ever had them for dinner. Though mother doesn’t buy Filipino food very often, so..
Filipino sausage? That’s intriguing.
Not sure if it has its own name..;;
OMG. DUDE. IM A FILIPINO AND I HAVEN’T HAD SAUSAGES IN A WHILE. /random
You should go have some. They’re brilliant and sweet (or at least the ones I have are).
Oh you yourself, Nie.
We had hotdogs yesterday night. What’s with this sudden sausage fest? ;D
(Reichen-angst post here. Analysis and gross sobbing and whatnot.)
What breaks my heart about Reichenbach — about canon, about Ritchie!verse, about BBC!verse, about any ‘verse, really — is the utter hopelessness of the situation.
Think about it. You are Sherlock Holmes, the smartest man in the world, about to go up against the only man in the world who can match your intelligence….
Oh god. Cannot contain all these feels right now.
i of course am going to be sexy with a tanktop and striped boyshorts \o/
I do have actual jammies (it has a monkey with a banana on the shirt!), but usually I just wear whatever house clothes I throw on.
I love him
Just like that, Hams? xD
I am pretty sure he’ll end up being my favourite. XDD I always end up liking the characters that you hardly ever see.
I dunno, man. I already imagined him having a persistent bitchy-like attitude. His name is Theodore.
Small drabble I wrote after seeing this and listening to deadmau5’ Careless.
He had done it again, He always did. When had he become such a sad, empty thing?
He had allowed himself to be come so deeply entangled in this man that he had lost part of himself.
He had become careless.
He looked at the second cup of tea steaming next to his own and fell to his knees.
He had to stop doing this to himself. John rested his head against the cold cabinet door a hand covering his mouth to hold back the wail threatening to escape his throat.
Tears ran down his face in torrents and his body shook. Hot bile threatened to rise in his throat and John gasped for air to purge his system.
He had to stop being this careless, letting a sodding cup of tea bring him to his knees.
He had to stop this.
He had to stop.
Oh, fandom, the things you do to me..
I even listened to the song while reading this. And I almost cried, too, because I saw the ending to Reichenbach again earlier with my mom (SHE DIDN’T EVEN CRY WTF). Bloody hell, John! ;~;
Didn’t want to reblog my own art, so I made this a text post LOL :P