Fansquee's Fantasy

Sep 13

nivalvixen:

tyleroakley:

I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO DISRESPECTED

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I AM IN AUSTRALIA, NOT FUCKING NARNIA

*whispers* You can get around this with hola.org

And stop saying Australia’s not Narnia; we need all the tourism we can get!

(Source: tyleroakley)

disowns:

honestly i hate when people try to sugar coat shit like if you don’t like me or don’t wanna hang or don’t wanna talk to me just fucking tell me don’t keep ignoring me and expect me to figure out the hint like that’s such a bitch ass move i’d rather hear it from you than be ignored 99% of the fucking time.

(via ohhotreservior)

lumos5001:

if you ever see me out in public wearing a fandom related t-shirt you have my permission to come up to me and geek out about it. though be warned, several hours of fandom discussion may ensue after initial contact is made.

(via ohhotreservior)

nivalvixen:

fansquee:

nivalvixen:

startingwiththeridingcrop:

An incredible likeness…
Ben C edit (17/?)
(x)

Medusa didn’t mean to turn Benedict Cumberbatch to stone, she honestly didn’t! He was just so pretty and she wanted to see his actual face, and… well, it’s not like she can control it, okay? It sort of just happened, and now she has another statue to add to her garden. At least this one’s not stuck screaming like the others, she thinks to herself, dragging the stone statue outside with the rest of them.

You do know we need fic now…. And how Martian and Amanda save him.

Because you’re awesome, fansquee…
Martin’s pissed off. It’s hard to be anything else when you discover that the only reason you’re not turned to stone like two of your colleagues is that you’re too short for Medusa to get on eye-level with. Still, they’re stone, and he’s not, so he’s got to save all of their arses before Medusa adds him to her stone garden or something. Except, she actually seems upset and remorseful, thankfully keeping her gaze away from his as she wails about Amanda’s stone-frozen face.
"Is there a way to fix it? Can you de-stone them or something?" Martin asks, keeping his eyes firmly on her stomach. He’s acted at tennis balls before, he can do this.
Medusa’s snakes droop to her shoulders and she sniffs a bit. She says something about the juice of a rare flower that can only be found off the coast of Africa, and Martin hurries to type the name of it in his phone, swearing at the autocorrect a few seconds later. Medusa laughs, a sort of tinkling sound, and it almost makes him look up in surprise; he expected something a bit more menacing from the mythological woman.
Thankfully, there’s one of those flowers at the Botanical Gardens, and an employee is a fan susceptible to bribery. For a day on the set, she’s willing to give Martin a seed of the plant,and he rushes home to plant it immediately. He knows jack-all about plants and gardening, but this one seems to grow faster than normal, he’s sure of it. Within a week, he has a stem and small bud on the flower, and Martin’s sure that something else is at work here because he knows he has it in the worst soil possible, doesn’t know whether it needs light or dark, and he thinks he might’ve drowned the roots three days ago. Still, it’s a determined flower, and he guards it day and night, ignoring calls from his publicist, friends, and family (they’ve been told all three actors have head-colds, and while there’s speculation about his lie, none of it comes close to the truth).
Three days later, the flower has finally bloomed, and Martin stares at it for a moment. It’s a beautiful flower, and he’s positive that the combination of purples, pinks, and blues has never actually been seen like this in a real flower before. Still, he needs it for more than its beauty, and yanks it out of the small plastic bowl (he couldn’t find a vase), shoves it in the juicer, and then goes back to Medusa’s home with the liquidised flower in a travel coffee mug.
She takes the mug from him quickly and starts with Amanda, who’s still standing in the living room, dripping a drop in each eye. It doesn’t take long to start working, but by then, Medusa’s already outside. Martin watches as the stone melts away from Amanda’s face, colour returning, and she doubles over, gasping for air. He leads her to the couch, tells her not to look up from the floor, and hurries outside to find Medusa. She’s already helped Benedict, and seems to be making her way through the garden, spilling drops in only certain statues’ eyes. Considering he can see Ancient Roman guards, lovers caught in an embrace (he vaguely remembers a story about them cheating), and other people who are dressed in fashion that’s far too old to be current, Martin can understand why she’s not just pouring it on everyone. Some of these people wouldn’t survive in this new world, and honestly, some of them are ones that he wouldn’t want to, even if they could. Benedict grabs Martin’s wrist, pulls him back into the house, muttering about fans under his breath.
By the time Medusa’s finished her careful selection, all of the healed people are long gone. She makes her way inside, snakes brushing up against her cheek to comfort her, and Medusa sets Martin’s mug on the table before returning to her lounge room. She sits on something foreign and lets out a small yelp, standing quickly as her snakes hiss protectively. On seeing that all three of her Sherlock DVDs have been signed by Amanda, Benedict, and Martin, she lets out a fangirling squee. It’s loud enough to bring a neighbour over to complain, and she winces when the poor man turns to stone. Here we go again, she thinks with a sigh, heading back to the kitchen to get the flower’s juice.

Fucking awesome!!!!

nivalvixen:

fansquee:

nivalvixen:

startingwiththeridingcrop:

An incredible likeness…

Ben C edit (17/?)

(x)

Medusa didn’t mean to turn Benedict Cumberbatch to stone, she honestly didn’t! He was just so pretty and she wanted to see his actual face, and… well, it’s not like she can control it, okay? It sort of just happened, and now she has another statue to add to her garden. At least this one’s not stuck screaming like the others, she thinks to herself, dragging the stone statue outside with the rest of them.

You do know we need fic now…. And how Martian and Amanda save him.

Because you’re awesome, fansquee

Martin’s pissed off. It’s hard to be anything else when you discover that the only reason you’re not turned to stone like two of your colleagues is that you’re too short for Medusa to get on eye-level with. Still, they’re stone, and he’s not, so he’s got to save all of their arses before Medusa adds him to her stone garden or something. Except, she actually seems upset and remorseful, thankfully keeping her gaze away from his as she wails about Amanda’s stone-frozen face.

"Is there a way to fix it? Can you de-stone them or something?" Martin asks, keeping his eyes firmly on her stomach. He’s acted at tennis balls before, he can do this.

Medusa’s snakes droop to her shoulders and she sniffs a bit. She says something about the juice of a rare flower that can only be found off the coast of Africa, and Martin hurries to type the name of it in his phone, swearing at the autocorrect a few seconds later. Medusa laughs, a sort of tinkling sound, and it almost makes him look up in surprise; he expected something a bit more menacing from the mythological woman.

Thankfully, there’s one of those flowers at the Botanical Gardens, and an employee is a fan susceptible to bribery. For a day on the set, she’s willing to give Martin a seed of the plant,and he rushes home to plant it immediately. He knows jack-all about plants and gardening, but this one seems to grow faster than normal, he’s sure of it. Within a week, he has a stem and small bud on the flower, and Martin’s sure that something else is at work here because he knows he has it in the worst soil possible, doesn’t know whether it needs light or dark, and he thinks he might’ve drowned the roots three days ago. Still, it’s a determined flower, and he guards it day and night, ignoring calls from his publicist, friends, and family (they’ve been told all three actors have head-colds, and while there’s speculation about his lie, none of it comes close to the truth).

Three days later, the flower has finally bloomed, and Martin stares at it for a moment. It’s a beautiful flower, and he’s positive that the combination of purples, pinks, and blues has never actually been seen like this in a real flower before. Still, he needs it for more than its beauty, and yanks it out of the small plastic bowl (he couldn’t find a vase), shoves it in the juicer, and then goes back to Medusa’s home with the liquidised flower in a travel coffee mug.

She takes the mug from him quickly and starts with Amanda, who’s still standing in the living room, dripping a drop in each eye. It doesn’t take long to start working, but by then, Medusa’s already outside. Martin watches as the stone melts away from Amanda’s face, colour returning, and she doubles over, gasping for air. He leads her to the couch, tells her not to look up from the floor, and hurries outside to find Medusa. She’s already helped Benedict, and seems to be making her way through the garden, spilling drops in only certain statues’ eyes. Considering he can see Ancient Roman guards, lovers caught in an embrace (he vaguely remembers a story about them cheating), and other people who are dressed in fashion that’s far too old to be current, Martin can understand why she’s not just pouring it on everyone. Some of these people wouldn’t survive in this new world, and honestly, some of them are ones that he wouldn’t want to, even if they could. Benedict grabs Martin’s wrist, pulls him back into the house, muttering about fans under his breath.

By the time Medusa’s finished her careful selection, all of the healed people are long gone. She makes her way inside, snakes brushing up against her cheek to comfort her, and Medusa sets Martin’s mug on the table before returning to her lounge room. She sits on something foreign and lets out a small yelp, standing quickly as her snakes hiss protectively. On seeing that all three of her Sherlock DVDs have been signed by Amanda, Benedict, and Martin, she lets out a fangirling squee. It’s loud enough to bring a neighbour over to complain, and she winces when the poor man turns to stone. Here we go again, she thinks with a sigh, heading back to the kitchen to get the flower’s juice.

Fucking awesome!!!!

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Sep 11

the-tricksters-neophyte:

h-o-r-n-g-r-y:

ciderandsawdust:

Our first attempt at a Swedish fire log was a smashing success.

burns for hours and it looks beautiful.

I have no idea how you make a Swedish fire long
but i have a MIGHTY NEED for a Swedish fire log

the-tricksters-neophyte:

h-o-r-n-g-r-y:

ciderandsawdust:

Our first attempt at a Swedish fire log was a smashing success.

burns for hours and it looks beautiful.

I have no idea how you make a Swedish fire long

but i have a MIGHTY NEED for a Swedish fire log

(via cumber-porn)

http://nivalvixen.tumblr.com/post/97130796182/kayquimi-nitewrighter-benepla-ideal -

kayquimi:

nitewrighter:

benepla:

ideal hogwarts students:

  • aromantic wizards being absolutely immune to amortentia, it only smelling like the ingredients put into it when they smell it, and teaching other students how to identify the stuff on any food or drink
  • gender…

Sep 07

Who is this guy?

therosseverett:

Can we talk?

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Specifically about this guy:

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He’s the best part of the All About That Base video by Meghan Trainor

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So much so that I went through the entire video

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And made a gif

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of every single

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scene he is in

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if only because

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I can’t get enough of it!

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Problem?

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Didn’t think so.

EDIT: Turns out it’s this guy. Thanks for helping me find my new favorite dancer, Internet!

Just proves you can be flexible in any shape. He’s awesome to watch.

(via nivalvixen)