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August 20 2014, 10:43 AM   •   3 notes  •   VIA   •   SOURCE

sal-si-puedes answered: Have you tried hookedonhouses.net? I don’t know if they have houses in that area, but they’re great… Or any real estate agency?

I’ve checked with real real estate agencies. It didn’t really turn up the things I wanted. But then I was super smart and checked for listing somewhere around Toronto and found something that I might be able to use.

Are any of the celebs who do the ice bucket challenge donating at all? Or did this just turn into some Hollywood chain prank?

August 20 2014, 09:20 AM   •   89,983 notes  •   VIA   •   SOURCE

So I’ve been trying to find the right visual of an apartment/house for one of my fics. It’s supposed to be somewhere in upstate New York, the Berkshires, somewhere around that area. I’d like for it to be more of a townhouse and not somewhere in the middle of nowhere.

The places I found so far are either too cozy (like too much wood and antlers) or they are too sleek. It’s supposed to be a retreat, a getaway, so it needs the right about of cozyness.

So do you guys have any go to sites when do this kind of research? Do you do it at all?

August 20 2014, 08:03 AM   •   2 notes
willietheplaidjacket:

I thought I may as well upload this WIP of a Johnlock kiss gif I started a while back and still haven’t got around to finishing.

willietheplaidjacket:

I thought I may as well upload this WIP of a Johnlock kiss gif I started a while back and still haven’t got around to finishing.

August 20 2014, 07:54 AM   •   911 notes  •   VIA   •   SOURCE
taikova:

i get to see john again

taikova:

i get to see john again

August 20 2014, 07:45 AM   •   27,222 notes  •   VIA   •   SOURCE
modernmansworld:

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August 20 2014, 07:31 AM   •   48 notes  •   VIA   •   SOURCE

I have read my OTP fall in love a thousand times, and I shall read my OTP fall in love a thousand times more

 - Me (via aiditalks)
August 20 2014, 06:01 AM   •   17,735 notes  •   VIA   •   SOURCE
machtaholic:

sal-si-puedes:

Oooooohhhhh… Absolutely beautiful.

It was a quick glance across the bar that started it all.  Harvey was deep in a game of pool with some waitress whose name he couldn’t even remember.  But across the bar there was this guy - five o’clock shadow, plain red t-shirt.  Absolutely delectable.

"Hey, you’re almost at zero," the waitress commented, pointing to the numbers on the top of Harvey’s left wrist.

Harvey glanced down and, sure enough, he was almost at zero.  He’d almost completely forgotten about the numbers slowly counting down towards the exact moment he would speak to his soul mate.

"Guess that means I’m not the one," the waitress said with a sigh.

"Guess not," Harvey replied, glancing across the bar and trying not to be disappointed when he noticed the guy in the red shirt had disappeared.  He sighed and took a swallow of beer, looking down at his wrist to watch it slowly count down to zero.  He almost didn’t want to look to see who it would be.  He knew that whoever he talked to in the next twenty seconds would be his soul mate, but … 

A cough caught his attention and when he looked up, he was face to face with the guy in the red shirt.

Three.

"Hey," the guy said, offering his hand.  "I’m Mike."

Two.

Harvey smiled and set his beer down on the pool table, taking the man’s hand in his, smiling wider as he felt a zing shoot through his hand.

One.

Zero.

"Hi Mike," Harvey said.  "I’m Harvey."

 When my lowly graphics are graced with comment fic

machtaholic:

sal-si-puedes:

Oooooohhhhh… Absolutely beautiful.

It was a quick glance across the bar that started it all.  Harvey was deep in a game of pool with some waitress whose name he couldn’t even remember.  But across the bar there was this guy - five o’clock shadow, plain red t-shirt.  Absolutely delectable.

"Hey, you’re almost at zero," the waitress commented, pointing to the numbers on the top of Harvey’s left wrist.

Harvey glanced down and, sure enough, he was almost at zero.  He’d almost completely forgotten about the numbers slowly counting down towards the exact moment he would speak to his soul mate.

"Guess that means I’m not the one," the waitress said with a sigh.

"Guess not," Harvey replied, glancing across the bar and trying not to be disappointed when he noticed the guy in the red shirt had disappeared.  He sighed and took a swallow of beer, looking down at his wrist to watch it slowly count down to zero.  He almost didn’t want to look to see who it would be.  He knew that whoever he talked to in the next twenty seconds would be his soul mate, but … 

A cough caught his attention and when he looked up, he was face to face with the guy in the red shirt.

Three.

"Hey," the guy said, offering his hand.  "I’m Mike."

Two.

Harvey smiled and set his beer down on the pool table, taking the man’s hand in his, smiling wider as he felt a zing shoot through his hand.

One.

Zero.

"Hi Mike," Harvey said.  "I’m Harvey."

When my lowly graphics are graced with comment fic

August 20 2014, 05:55 AM   •   50 notes  •   VIA   •   SOURCE