Fansquee's Fantasy

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Sep 23

This Scene Just Does Itself

wellthengameover:

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(via fawns-and-bees)

khawlabentalazwaar:

gothamcityballet:

deafmuslimpunx:

exquisitedialectics:

takealookatyourlife:

Aiya Van Kooten everyone

When Aiya Van Kooten stood face-to-face with a burglar in her bedroom, her left eye twitched, then she went into “predator mode”.
“I screamed at him… jumped off my chair, leaped over my bed and sprinted after him down the stairs,” she said.
http://www.stuff.co.nz/national/crime/8626910/Predator-mode-scares-off-burglars

This is the best story of my life

“Although she was the only one home, Van Kooten said she had no regard for her safety - instead, she said she was just overwhelmed with “rage“….. ummmmm Hero!!! 

Haha, badass Muslim woman. Love it!!!

This lady is so awesome. She lives with her grandma and was studying and had a towel on her head and no shoes but she chased them out of her garden, kicked one up the arse as he climbed a fence, they dropped a camera and laptop, she flagged down a passing driver to help her continue the pursuit, and it turned out he was ex-military, and they finally caught one of them in a park and pinned him as the police arrived. Now she’s going to visit the burglar in prison for the next few months to help with his rehabilitation.
So in summary:
This lady doesn’t just defend her home and loved ones, she will hunt you down, team up with other skilled individuals, get you put away, and then teach you the consequences of your actions until you’re a valuable member of society once more.
Seriously she’s a frigging superhero.

literal hero

khawlabentalazwaar:

gothamcityballet:

deafmuslimpunx:

exquisitedialectics:

takealookatyourlife:

Aiya Van Kooten everyone

When Aiya Van Kooten stood face-to-face with a burglar in her bedroom, her left eye twitched, then she went into “predator mode”.

“I screamed at him… jumped off my chair, leaped over my bed and sprinted after him down the stairs,” she said.

http://www.stuff.co.nz/national/crime/8626910/Predator-mode-scares-off-burglars

This is the best story of my life

Although she was the only one home, Van Kooten said she had no regard for her safety - instead, she said she was just overwhelmed with “rage“….. ummmmm Hero!!! 

Haha, badass Muslim woman. Love it!!!

This lady is so awesome. She lives with her grandma and was studying and had a towel on her head and no shoes but she chased them out of her garden, kicked one up the arse as he climbed a fence, they dropped a camera and laptop, she flagged down a passing driver to help her continue the pursuit, and it turned out he was ex-military, and they finally caught one of them in a park and pinned him as the police arrived. Now she’s going to visit the burglar in prison for the next few months to help with his rehabilitation.

So in summary:

This lady doesn’t just defend her home and loved ones, she will hunt you down, team up with other skilled individuals, get you put away, and then teach you the consequences of your actions until you’re a valuable member of society once more.

Seriously she’s a frigging superhero.

literal hero

(Source: takealookatyourlife, via isolationary)

Oh, woe is me

Am in hospital because I’ve got shingles down my right leg and up my back. I can’t walk, and when I do it’s like I’m a toddler.

Anyway, everybody say I made it happen cause apparently I’m so “stressed”. So what? I’m always having a ‘medical’ emergency. Yay I get another month to live and even more delightful tablets to take! It’s normal for me, I’m used to it as I’ve done this shit since I was five, I don’t KNOW anything else!

This morning I woke up in a…. Well, a depressed mood. I’m crying every three minutes over nothing.

They have put me on pain medication that’s making me so damn high, I’m hallucinating my pets are with me. A few nights ago I thought my bird Oscar was with me, and we have a routine of talking, whistles then crazy sounds until he gets more quiet then I say ‘love you, baby boy’ and he answers with a raspberry and then goes to sleep.

Apparently I was doing it in ICU and the nurse asked me what I was doing and I told her ‘saying goodnight to my baby coeur, Oscar.’ And it was then I realized I was in hospital with no one to talk to.

Mum visits for an hour or two. Dad came in once and was fidgety the whole time, a few good friends have been in contact with texts and Facebook wishes for good health.

It’s just the friends I thought were there for me haven’t even texted me in weeks and it really fucking hurts. Yes I understand I’m contagious and you have a baby, but we could text.

And I miss my pets so damn much, I WANT Honey-Bunny stretched out along my chest and belly, snoring and dreaming of her next meal. And I NEED Jack-Jack at the end of my bed since he was a pup and doing his best to lay on my feet then giving a content groan and I groan at him and he stretches out and when he sees me he gives two tail thumps of love. They take the fear of dying in my sleep away because it’s ME they want to snuggle up to, not my parents, or my brother, but me. Where I am, they are. Either sleeping or sniffing for nonexistent food. And Oscar yelling ‘Out! Out! Out!’ When they start misbehaving during the night.

Problem is, I can’t go home as my dad hasn’t even had chicken pox. And I’d rather be in hospital anyway.

Sorry for the rant, am just lonely

Sep 22

eziocauthon89:

connoisseur-of-mediocrity:

thefluffysheep:

songofages:

ela-j:

EXCUSE ME BUT THIS RING. NO ONE NOTICED IT?????

Actually I’ve seen people mention it since the first episode.

It’s Capaldi’s wedding ring. He never takes it off, even when acting. 

To add to the story, he refuses to take it off because when his acting career was struggling, his wife never gave up on him. When he landed his first major gig, he decided to not take it off, to represent he was there because of his wife’s support.

This is the sweetest and best thing I’ve eve heard about any behind-the-scenes ever

eziocauthon89:

connoisseur-of-mediocrity:

thefluffysheep:

songofages:

ela-j:

EXCUSE ME BUT THIS RING. NO ONE NOTICED IT?????

Actually I’ve seen people mention it since the first episode.

It’s Capaldi’s wedding ring. He never takes it off, even when acting. 

To add to the story, he refuses to take it off because when his acting career was struggling, his wife never gave up on him. When he landed his first major gig, he decided to not take it off, to represent he was there because of his wife’s support.

This is the sweetest and best thing I’ve eve heard about any behind-the-scenes ever

(via mindphallus)

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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