tragedy comedy history buggery

Gemma. 26. UK. Professional science nerd, amateur history nerd, slightly goth.

I like terrible puns, ugly clothes, historical dickheads, and downer endings.

Sometimes I write silly fics and AU ideas about dead people. Feel free to join in.

I also run fuckyeahcharlesthesecond. No regrets, just Charlie.

to answer people’s questions about my dumb fic stuff:

yes, there will be more

yes, I am trying to be as rude as possible about the right-wing press

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ermescostello:

in a dream….

It comes to me in a drums.. a drams… its is… a seeing, what to I see? Ah - !a! A maseterful sandwich, is in MY future, the vission!… I kno the recipe, I can do it, the Perfect ‘S’whych…… but how to I hold the spatala and the bread kniff!!!!! DRAST! 9.7/10 dream up a big ARM NEXT Time

rate-my-reptile:

ermescostello:

in a dream….

It comes to me in a drums.. a drams… its is… a seeing, what to I see?
 Ah - !a! A maseterful sandwich, is in MY future, the vission!… I kno the recipe, I can do it, the Perfect ‘S’whych…… but how to I hold the spatala and the bread kniff!!!!! DRAST! 9.7/10 dream up a big ARM NEXT Time

(via thehoneyinthelion)

ifeelbetterer:

resplendeo:

let’s play another tag meme thing! put each word into your tags and see what pops up:

pretty
head
why
when
where
shit
you
stop
how
for
they
super

This is magic. Those tags tell you prettttttty much everything there is to know about what kind of establishment I’ve got going here.

(via shredsandpatches)

melongorl:

#when u think hes going for the face but he gets ur hair am i rite ladies???………….

melongorl:

#when u think hes going for the face but he gets ur hair am i rite ladies???
………….

(Source: ferfilelek, via pulp-fact)

Will Shakespeare/Kit Marlowe modern AU part 2 (part 1 x)

Kit goes out for a smoke one last time before bed. He’s on his own tonight; Will’s gone to a work do, but it’s an actor thing so Kit’s left him to it and promised to buy him a coffee the size of his own head in the morning. He’s leaning on the balcony railing when he hears it- a crashing noise round by the bins and a selection of curses so creative that they could only belong to one person (other than himself).
"…Will?"
The man in question appears, looking slightly the worse for wear but, luckily, still more or less upright. He waves, clears his throat, and shuffles backwards a little so he can look up at Kit properly.
"But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?
It is the East, and Christopher is the sun.”
Kit flicks ash onto his head. “Christopher hates the Sun, more like,” he says. “All they print is lies and bullshit. Now get inside before they put you in the bloody thing.”
"I’m just trying to be romantic," says Will, all messy hair and puppy eyes.
"And you’ve done very well, as always, but it’s nearly one in the morning and you’re very drunk.”
"I only had a few. I’m fine.”
Kit laughs. “You reckon?” He finishes his cigarette and flicks the butt at Will; it hits him in the middle of the forehead on its way into the flowerbed, and Will’s attempts to rub the ash off his face only succeed in making things worse. Kit rolls his eyes.
"Wait there. I’ll be down in a minute."

Will Shakespeare/Kit Marlowe modern AU part 2 (part 1 x)

Kit goes out for a smoke one last time before bed. He’s on his own tonight; Will’s gone to a work do, but it’s an actor thing so Kit’s left him to it and promised to buy him a coffee the size of his own head in the morning. He’s leaning on the balcony railing when he hears it- a crashing noise round by the bins and a selection of curses so creative that they could only belong to one person (other than himself).

"…Will?"

The man in question appears, looking slightly the worse for wear but, luckily, still more or less upright. He waves, clears his throat, and shuffles backwards a little so he can look up at Kit properly.

"But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?

It is the East, and Christopher is the sun.”

Kit flicks ash onto his head. “Christopher hates the Sun, more like,” he says. “All they print is lies and bullshit. Now get inside before they put you in the bloody thing.”

"I’m just trying to be romantic," says Will, all messy hair and puppy eyes.

"And you’ve done very well, as always, but it’s nearly one in the morning and you’re very drunk.”

"I only had a few. I’m fine.”

Kit laughs. “You reckon?” He finishes his cigarette and flicks the butt at Will; it hits him in the middle of the forehead on its way into the flowerbed, and Will’s attempts to rub the ash off his face only succeed in making things worse. Kit rolls his eyes.

"Wait there. I’ll be down in a minute."

tommisonspubictopiary said: I wonder if you could get shot out the blowhole

shooting through the sunroof on a massive jet of water

you probably could, if you drove for ages without a toilet stop

churmandurrr:

merankoria:

The worst part about anxiety disorders is that even though you know how irrational and stupid your fear is, you can’t help panicking.

people never seen to understand this & it’s really frustrating to explain that you KNOW it’s stupid to feel like this but you can’t help it.

(via cratersandscars)

allyhatingheterophobe:

People who think I don’t already “pick my battles” greatly underestimate the number of potential battles in my path on a daily basis.

(Source: allyhatingcisphobe, via thehoneyinthelion)

tommisonspubictopiary said: Yeah but Chryslers are quite uncomfortable on long journeys and the armrests go wonky really easily (we had a Chrysler :-P)

Yeah but theirs is as big as a whale though