ilikelookingatnakedmen:

facts-i-just-made-up:

Stalactite supervisor John Sato examines new formations with disappointment.

“A proper stalactite grows downward,” said Sato, “But these younger stalactites are rebellious and have little respect for tradition. We’ve caught them growing sideways, diagonally, I saw one just yesterday that grew down at first but then went straight back up again into the rock ceiling.”

Numerous theories abound as to why the stalactites are growing more bold. Some blame global warming for chemical shifts in the dripping minerals. Others feel television is to blame. But Sato has another theory:

“Many stalactites today come from modern rock. Classic rock held superior morals and produced straight stalactites. But modern rock, such as hard rock or acidic rock aren’t so solid. To keep stalactites on course, we must examine both the rocks and the role played by the minerals, the substance they communicate downward. Only with a comprehensive study of rock and role will we come to an understanding of the problem, and begin to move toward a solution. Such as an opaline silica solution, or a 50% fluorite solution.”

Others feel that blaming rock is a cop-out, and that the problem lies with society’s standard of binary geological roles. Said Peter Saenz of GLAAD (Geological Land Appraisal And Diagnostics), “Who are we to say a stalactite has to be straight and hook up with a stalagmite? Maybe some stalactites are meant to meet other stalactites, maybe some stalactites want to find their own way through the caves. It’s not for us to dictate.”

This viewpoint has proven controversial, with high ranking clergy at the Vatican stating, “The Bible clearly states that speleothems are between one stalactite and one stalagmite, and that it is the stalactite’s role to descend upon the other.”

Peter Saenz retorts that the Vatican needs to mind its own business about what others go down on.

I defer utterly to your superior nerd swag

can i just/ sherlock moved john’s chair into his own bedroom because it must’ve still been in the flat to reappear quickly,it isnt in plain sight which rules out the kitchen, and lugging it up the stairs to john’s room would not be an option lay me down to rest i am deceased bc sherlock curling up and falling asleep in john’s chair in his room +inhaling what remains of his smell infused in the apholstry cushions +blanket bc its the only thing that soothes him enough to actually sleep anymore bYE

ofcowardiceandkings:

/sobs quietly why this

My first thought when John’s chair was gone was that Sherlock had moved it (and possibly other stuff, too) into his bedroom – like a little John shrine of sorts – and that was why he didn’t want anyone to go into his room.

The best (and most romantic) way of describing Johnlock. From my 86 year old Grandpa

Grandpa: You know, I think Sherlock and John might end up together.
Gramma: You think they’re homosexual?
Grandpa: Not really.
Gramma: So what do you mean you think they’ll end up together?
Grandpa: (frustrated) I think that they’re perfect for each other! I mean, just look at them together!
Gramma: (raises an eyebrow)
Grandpa: Stop with the homosexual! They should be with each other because they GO together! They make each other happy! Isn’t that what being in a good relationship’s about?
Grandpa: Saying someone’s homosexual is like saying I love blonds.
Gramma: You do like blonds dear.
Grandpa: But you’re not blond.
Gramma: No… I’m not.
Grandpa: You never have been! I feel in love with you with brown hair and stayed in love when you turned grey. I love you for you. Grey or brunette, young or old. Just like John and Sherlock.
Gramma: (smiling)
Grandpa: John may like women like I like blonds, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to ignore someone perfect for him just because it’s not a woman. And Sherlock clearly loves him.
Gramma: I thought you said he’s not interested in any of that.
Grandpa: Maybe not in other people. But look how he looks at John! He looks at him like I looked at you on our wedding day. It’s love. Not something so trivial as whether he’s a man or woman.
Grandpa: (out of breath)
Gramma: I knew I married you for a reason.