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.


Don’t you care about Porthos?

#aramis is always (◡‿◡✿) #until porthos is in danger (ʘ‿ʘ✿) (via radiophile)

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Honest MBTI Stereotypes


ISTJ: Practical and down-to-earth. Probably your mother.
ISFJ: Always nice enough to be suspicious and more loyal than all your pets combined.
ISTP: Probably don’t care about you, might still kill you in your sleep though.
ISFP: Always carrying at least 4 daisy chains on them at all times; don’t take them to museums if you ever want to come out again.
INTP: That one guy hiding in their room trying to calculate exactly how much bigger the TARDIS is on the inside.
INFP: Starry-eyed idealist, so caring and sweet they might just rot your teeth out.
INTJ: 50% standoffishness, 50% being right all the time, 100% better than you.
INFJ: Spends half their time delivering melodramatic heroic monologues and the other half attempting to purify the ground they walk on.
ESTJ: 100% committed to their life partner, the rulebook.
ESFJ: Happy to make you happy to make them—could potentially create a feeling paradox.
ESTP: Probably Kanye West.
ESFP: The golden retriever you always wanted, except in human form.
ENTP: Would probably blow up the world to calculate shrapnel velocity.
ENFP: Like a bottle of fizzy soda, except with more righteousness.
ENTJ: Like an INTJ, just better at hiding the fact that they’re an asshole.
ENFJ: The world’s mother hen. May also be running ten cults of worship behind your back.

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Man Crush Monday:  Jason Momoa

Dioj mio!!

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imagecredit: Nick

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you’re the skid marks on my palm and the asphalt staining my skin


Benvolio tips his head back and sighs. Mercutio watches the rise and fall of his chest and wonders if it’s just the warm wine staining his mouth that’s making his heart falter and his skin fever pitch – he decides it’s just that it’s two AM in July, and that the air is muggy and sticks his shirt to his skin, and that the car roof is warm and the stars are faded in the middle of the city.

Be it wine or sleep deprivation or both, Mercutio’s lungs are tightening. That’s been happening a lot, lately.

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do not think about Hamlet and Horatio and the quote “don’t go where I can’t follow”. Do not do it. Just don’t. Avoid this thought at all costs, save yourselves from this pain, friends

it is much too late for me




I just looked outside to check the patriarchy and apparently it’s reigning men

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You’ve not met Danny Pink yet. New fella, Maths.

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