Calling A Canon Bisexual Woman A Lesbian Becuase She Has A Female Love Interest Or Is In A Wlw Relationship

Happy 10th Anniversary, BBC Sherlock (2010-2017)!

Episode 1x01 A Study in Pink aired 10 years ago today on July 25 2010.

Formiga — Brazil’s legendary defensive midfielder with over 180 caps for her national team and Paris Saint-Germain’s captain, Formiga is the only player to have played every Olympic Games tournament and seven editions of the FIFA Women’s World Cup. She’s a three-time silver medalist (1996, 2008, 2012) and three-time Pan American Games winner (2003, 2007, 2015). At the age of 41, defensively she displays great stamina and can cover all the pitch with excellent positioning and precise tackles, but her vision and even scoring abilities show a complete midfielder who can do it all.

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Question of the Day

Why are we not worshipping Tom Felton?

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Here is a short video of Tbs singing. Enjoy!

IF YOURE EGYPTIAN AND LGBTQ+ GET OFF ANY QUEER DATING SITES, THE POLICE ARE TRACKING AND HUNTING PEOPLE DOWN AGAIN. DELETE YOUR ACCOUNTS.

EVERYONE GET UP VELMA IS FINALLY CANON CANON IN THE MOVIES LETS GOOO

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Of kittens...

Agent Carter fandom. For @laylainalaska. “You know you’ve got a cat sitting on your chest, right?” Daniel said.

Jack lifted his matted blond head up to glare at him, and wrapped the thick blanket tighter around himself. He did not remove the cat.

It stayed curled into a soft ball of grey fuzz, tucked somewhere between Jack’s shoulder and his ear, its pink nose barely visible, and one tiny paw hanging loosely on his chest. It was purring.

Jack on the other hand looked drenched from foot to toe. Thus the blanket, which he clutched to himself as he sat at the rear of a van.

“He rescued it,” Samberly offered gamely from inside the van, where he was crouched over some complicated-looking machinery.

Jack slowly turned to glare at Samberly.

“Shutting up now.” The other man put his nose down into his work.

Daniel pressed his lips together and composed his face, so that by the time Jack turned back around he was no longer in danger of cracking up with laughter.

“So it seems like you’re gonna live?” he said after he got his voice under control under the heated glare from Jack’s grey eyes.

“I fell in a river, I didn’t drown, therefore yes, I think I’ll live.” His tone dripped with sarcasm.

“Good,” Daniel said. “I’ve got relief efforts to supervise….” he trailed off.

The kitten made an aborted wriggle on Jack’s shoulder and he set his palm against its back to keep it from falling. His palm was large enough to cover the entire animal, which let out a pitiful meow as it settled more firmly against the warm human.

Daniel observed this impassively. Jack’s glare, if possible, burned hotter.

Daniel coughed to clear his throat. “Peggy’s in the thick of it. Yes, I’d better go find her now.” He swirled around and strode quickly away.

“Don’t even think about telling Carter!” Jack shouted in his wake.

Daniel pretended not to hear him.

“Jack Thompson, the kitten-rescuer,” Daniel said softly to himself once he was out of ear-shot, and shook his head. “Now I’ve seen everything.”

Peggy: I love this whole "good cop/bad cop" thing you two have going.

Daniel: It's not really a thing . It's more like I'm nice, Jack is not

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