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one-time-i-dreamt · a day ago
The My Immortal Harry Potter fanfiction was to be turned into a Broadway comedy play.  BBC did an interview with JK Rowling on how she felt about it and her statement was, "Fuck. Doesn't matter what I think.  They were going to make it anyway."
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how-masterful · 2 days ago
Bake offs back and every time i watch i slightly mourn its move to channel 4 because you know for a fact if it had stayed on the BBC we would have had a doctor who cast special by now
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whiteboisnightmares · 2 days ago
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iblackurgirl · a day ago
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snowkonijn · 2 days ago
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Titty Tuesday! Should i drop my hands? 😁💖
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jerseydeanne · a day ago
Lady Louise Windsor talking about Prince Philip in the new BBC documentary
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An Academic Reminder
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Reader x Sherlock
Summary: The leaves are falling on 221B Baker Street but not everyone is enjoying the seasonal change. With time passing so quickly, Exams are drawing near, and Y/N can’t seem to calm her nerves.  
Cue Sherlock: The consulting detective plans a peaceful night in, because come on, we all need a break sometimes. 
 A very cozy fic complete with tea, violin playing, and plenty of sentimental dialogue. I dedicate this to all you nerds out there. 
Requested by: Anonymous
A light autumn breeze blew through London as Y/N gazed out the window of 221B Baker Street. She sighed longingly, wanting nothing more than to saunter along the streets below and feel the frosty gusts of wind against her skin.
Instead, she was a prisoner of thought. 221B Baker Street her cell, and academia her punishment. University examinations were fast approaching, and 221B was temporarily poisoned with readings, study notes, and flashcards. The once cozy atmosphere had become stifling when compared to the autumnal wonders that remained unattainable outside.
Just as she was about to close the shades and return to her studies, Y/N heard the sound of approaching footsteps.
“Y/N!” Sherlock called as he stepped inside the flat. The consulting detective was dressed in his signature coat and scarf, his nose and cheeks still rosy from the brisk temperature outside.
“Ah, there you are.” He said, planting a quick kiss on his partner’s cheek. “I was wondering, how partial are you to a Friday night autopsy? Molly is expecting me at St. Bart’s tonight, and I’d like for you to join me.
As he talked, Sherlock walked past the table at which Y/N was seated, absentmindedly tossing his gloves and scarf behind him. She scowled as the thrown garments landed on the table, effectively scattering her scribbled notes and papers.
“I’m sorry Sherlock,” she apologized tensely as she delicately moved a leather glove aside. “You know I can’t do much of anything right now.”
Sherlock turned to glance at Y/N, brows furrowed in contemplation.
What on earth is she talking about?
“Ah yes, that’s right. Because of...”
Think Sherlock, Think! Crinkled papers on the table, dark under eyes indicating a restless night, forgotten coffee mug on the windowsill-
He threw his arms up dramatically as it finally dawned on him.
“...because of your upcoming examinations!”
“Exactly.” Y/N sighed. She looked up at Sherlock resignedly. “Maybe we can reschedule because right now, I really need to study. I feel absolutely overwhelmed, and can hardly concentrate with my nerves.”
Sherlock stood silently for a moment, listening to his partner fret. Then, without a word, he turned on his heel and left the flat.
“Wonderful. Just the words of encouragement I needed!” Y/N called after him sarcastically before turning back to her studies.
A soft, lilting tune encompassed 221B, and brought Y/N out of her sleep.
She lifted her head from a hardcover textbook and tried to make sense of her surroundings. “I must have taken a nap.” She thought groggily as she rubbed her heavy lidded eyes.
Y/N looked up and scanned the flat, searching for the source of music. She smiled when she saw Sherlock playing his violin by the fireplace.
“You’re awake.” He grinned, not missing a note.
“Is that Vivaldi’s La Stravaganza?”
“Of course. Your favourite instrumental piece, is it not?”
“Wait a minute... you’re playing for me?”
Sherlock struck a final chord before lowering his violin and approaching Y/N. He lowered himself on one knee and took her hand in his, pressing it against his chest.
“Y/N, you’ve been studying nonstop for the past three days. Granted, I’ve been somewhat dismissive of your situation, but don’t think for one moment that I don’t care.”
His cobalt eyes held in them an earnestness that made Y/N’s heart flutter.
“Perhaps I’ve been nonchalant, though I assure you, it’s only because I believe you to be competent in succeeding in your academic endeavours.”
Y/N quirked a brow at his choice of words. “Competent?”
“Sufficiently adequate?” He teased with a rogue smile.
“Sherlock!” She admonished, smacking his hand in mock offense.
“Fine!” He laughed. “I know that you’re brilliant enough to pass your classes with flying colours. That’s why I haven’t been overly attentive.”
Y/N smiled warmly at his high praise. She leaned forward and kissed Sherlock lightly on the nose. “Thank you very much Mr. Holmes.” She whispered.
Sherlock gave her hand a tight squeeze before standing up. “Now,” he said, clapping his hands together enthusiastically. “Step away from the books because tonight you’ll be resting. I’m making sure of it.”
“Oh? What about Molly’s autopsy? I thought that she was dying to see you.”
Sherlock didn’t seem to get the joke.
“Never mind that, formaldehyde and such.” He explained with a wave of his hand. “Now, consider this your wellness break. The brain requires regular periods of rest to achieve maximum efficiency. Therefore-“
“Sherlock?” Y/N interrupted.
“Maybe we could just get to the ‘break’ part?”
“Ah yes. Well, the very first thing you need is this...”
Sherlock ducked behind his armchair, and came up holding a tattered garment.
“Your favourite jumper!” He exclaimed. “I know it’s customary for couples to exchange clothing, and since you have an affinity for my robe, I’ve been holding onto this.
Y/N only stared as Sherlock looked at her expectantly.
“Umm, Sherlock... that’s not mine.” she said slowly, holding back a peal of laughter.
Sherlock frowned as he examined the knitted jumper from a different angle.
“Of course it is. I see you wearing it all the time.
“That would be John.”
Sherlock gave it a final once over. “Well in any event...” he concluded unfazed before tossing the jumper back to the armchair.
Y/N only giggled as he led her to the couch.
Once they were both seated, Sherlock wrapped an arm around Y/N, supporting her as she leaned against his shoulder.
The fire crackled from the hearth as the couple sat together in comfortable silence. Sherlock played with Y/N’s hair as the flames cast an amber tinge over the room.
“Apologies for my brisk exit earlier.” he said, breaking their stillness. “I needed to make sure that tonight was absolutely perfect, and I didn’t want to waste time chatting.”
“You could have at least said goodbye... or something.” Y/N mumbled against his jacket.
Sherlock shuffled in his seat as he reached into his back pocket. He was careful not to disturb Y/N as she sat comfortably against him.
“Forgive me?” He asked, dangling a pack of biscuits in front of her face.
“Are these Ginger Nuts?” She gasped, eagerly snatching the treats from his hands.
“Brain food.” He affirmed, planting a soft kiss on the crown of her head.
“Hmmmm?” He hummed, still playing with her hair.
“I’m so grateful that you’re trying to distract me so that I can ‘destress’ and whatnot, but I really need to get back to work. You forget, not everyone is as clever as you.”
Sherlock let out an irate sigh.
“You’re misinterpreting my intentions.”
Y/N shifted slightly so as to face him.
“This isn’t a mere distraction,” he began, “It’s a reminder.”
“A reminder?”
He smiled knowingly. “You tend to forget just how clever you are. I’ve noticed you slight your vast intelligence and neglect to trust in yourself. I’m not ‘distracting’ you as much as I’m reminding you that it’s alright to slow down. You’ll get by, I’m sure of it.”
Y/N adjusted his collar, trying to hide the warmth in her cheeks. “Thank you Sherlock.”
“Right then.”
With a final smile of affirmation, the consulting detective sat up and walked away with a stride in his step.
“Now,” he called from the kitchen, “will it be Earl grey or English Breakfast? I’ve put the kettle on.”
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Alright so, whoever sent this request; sorry if I was a little late on the delivery, but I hope this fic was somewhat comforting. Good luck on your exams, I’m sure you’ll absolutely kill it!
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maletube · 2 days ago
Lil Nas X Performs on BBC Lil Nas X performs “That’s What I Want” for the first time in public
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𝕾𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒 𝕸𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖔
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iblackurgirl · a day ago
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Just so she can attract the right kind of men..
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snowkonijn · 22 hours ago
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Thong Thursday! Want some cake? 🍑
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jerseydeanne · a day ago
Prince Harry awkwardly praises Queen for 'dedicating her life to service' while he's in US
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the-garbanzo-annex-jr · 2 days ago
The 80th anniversary of a pogrom against Iraq’s Jewish community in 1941, was marked by BBC Radio 4 on Sunday.
In a news package, the broadcaster recalled the history of the antisemitic attack against the Baghdadi community over the festival of Shavuot from 1-2 June 1941. It led to the deaths of at least 180 Jews, 1,000 people who were injured and the looting of 900 homes.
Interviewee Edwin Shuker, who fled Iraq in the 1970s, said his mother remembered the pogrom.
“She simply can’t speak of the atrocities she saw,” said Mr Shuker, who acknowledged that there was a time when Jews were at the forefront of Iraqi “music, literature, political scenes”.
Despite its 2,500-year-old history, there are now only three Jews believed to be living in Iraq. Most of its community – like Jewish communities across the Middle East and North Africa, from Egypt to Syria, Lebanon, and Morocco – fled their homes after the establishment of Israel in 1948.
Iraqi Jews, who once made up 40 per cent of Baghdad’s population, faced increased persecution after the establishment of the Jewish State. By the 1970s, their phone lines were cut, they were not allowed to attend university, private clubs and many were imprisoned for allegedly working as “Zionist spies”. In 1969, there was a public hanging in Baghdad’s Tahrir Square of nine Jews, three Muslims and two Christians accused of spying for Israel.
The majority of Iraqi Jews fled to Israel – although a significant number moved to the UK, US, Canada and Holland.
In an interview with BBC presenter William Crawley, journalist Sandy Rashty spoke about being the London-born daughter of Iraqi Jews who had fled persecution in the 1970s.
She said she grew up in a: “Very Arabic, Jewish, British household…
“My parents would alternate between speaking in Arabic in an Iraqi Jewish dialect, Hebrew and English.
“There was Iraqi Jewish food and music. I grew up in one of the most Arab streets in Britain, Edgware Road, where I was often asked why I had ‘a Western name’? Or why my parents spoke in a ‘Christian dialect’. They didn’t even consider that we could have come from a Jewish background, even though the history and the expulsion was so recent.”
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