1. Notes: 7 / 2 days ago  from shsuquidditch
    shsuquidditch: Group picture from the Breakfast Taco Tourney in Houston. Action shots will come up next! Just have to have this here.

    shsuquidditch:

    Group picture from the Breakfast Taco Tourney in Houston.

    Action shots will come up next!

    Just have to have this here.

     
  2. Notes: 1 / 4 days ago 

    Girl across from me is hugging herself shivering because it’s raining outisde

    Trying my damndest not to laugh because it’s hot in here and if she’s seriously cold that’s REALLY funny. And I’m not just saying it’s hot because of my cold tolerance. It’s HOT. I’m sweating.

    Also this might be one of my last updates today, because while campus has power and wifi, my apartment does NOT thanks to the rain/tornado warning/alleged hurricane.

  3. Notes: 8 / 6 days ago  from shsuquidditch
    shsuquidditch: SHSU Quidditch now has a tumblr! We’re still getting things up-and-running, so please bear with us! TEAM TUMBLR!!

    shsuquidditch:

    SHSU Quidditch now has a tumblr! We’re still getting things up-and-running, so please bear with us!

    TEAM TUMBLR!!

     
  4. Notes: 5 / 6 days ago 

    FIRST PRACTICE TONIGHT!!

    SHSU Quidditch will be having its  first practice of the semester tonight at 6, on Upper Pritchet Field. So pretty much same-time-same-place as last semester. I’m super excited.

    Also we’re having an informational meeting tomorrow in the LSC at 6:30 for any bearkats who may follow me who aren’t on the team yet. Yeah. You should go. We’re awesome people.

    …I really need to make a SHSUQuid tumblr…

  5. Notes: 1 / 1 week ago 
  6. Notes: 10724 / 1 week ago  from a-pretty-piece-of-flesh (originally from oooyooo)
    godtiss: inspector-radio: And my heart ached ;;;; He manages to convince himself that it’s the right thing to do. Three years to the day since the death of London’s greatest mind, since the death of the world’s only consulting detective, since the death of the great Sherlock Holmes. Three years to the day since the death of John Watson’s best friend, and the pain of it has not been dulled by a single passing moment. He is tired. So, so tired. He looks out over the rooftops, out over London. Below him, the world moves on, takes no notice the small figure standing on the ledge of Saint Bartholomew’s Hospital. Three years, to the day. It’s oddly poetic, if he were inclined to such sentiments. He tells himself that he’s doing what’s best – he hasn’t been the same since Sherlock died, hasn’t laughed and hardly ever smiles. Lestrade and Mrs. Hudson tried, at first. He’d invite John out for a pint, she’d bring him tea in the mornings. Nothing helped. Eventually they got the message. John moved out of Baker Street two months later. Found himself a small flat he was able to afford on his army pension and whatever money he managed to make at the surgery, on the days he decided to show up. Sarah was understanding. She put up with him longer than he could have asked for. Now he’s jobless. Nearly homeless. Living off of tea and crap telly to numb his mind. No one to miss him because he’s pushed everyone away and the only person who really mattered, John buried three years before. He tells himself it’s the right thing to do. Sherlock wouldn’t have wanted him to, but Sherlock’s not there to tell him so. That’s the problem. On the street below, no one takes notice of the man on the roof who spreads his arms wide, feeling the breeze telling of distant rain whisper against his exposed skin. He looks down – it doesn’t seem so far, I wonder if this is what he felt like, maybe I can ask him soon – takes a deep breath. John Watson closes his eyes. Leans forward. Feels himself begin to fall- -is violently snatched from behind, strong arms curling around his chest, yanking him back. His savior doesn’t let go when they tumble backwards, landing hard on the building below them. John breathes deeply, evenly through his nose, does not open his eyes. The feel of those arms around his chest is oddly comforting, the scratch of wool on his cheek distracting, the scent of tea and unidentifiable chemicals familiar… John opens his eyes, sees nothing but the sky thinly veiled by clouds. The arms around him remove themselves. His savior shifts. Suddenly the sky is replaced by two pale eyes, half-lidded and grieving. “You were going to jump after me,” Sherlock says. It’s the first time John can remember hearing the great detective say something so obvious.

    godtiss:

    inspector-radio:

    And my heart ached ;;;;

    He manages to convince himself that it’s the right thing to do.

    Three years to the day since the death of London’s greatest mind, since the death of the world’s only consulting detective, since the death of the great Sherlock Holmes.

    Three years to the day since the death of John Watson’s best friend, and the pain of it has not been dulled by a single passing moment. He is tired. So, so tired.

    He looks out over the rooftops, out over London. Below him, the world moves on, takes no notice the small figure standing on the ledge of Saint Bartholomew’s Hospital.

    Three years, to the day. It’s oddly poetic, if he were inclined to such sentiments. He tells himself that he’s doing what’s best – he hasn’t been the same since Sherlock died, hasn’t laughed and hardly ever smiles. Lestrade and Mrs. Hudson tried, at first. He’d invite John out for a pint, she’d bring him tea in the mornings.

    Nothing helped. Eventually they got the message.

    John moved out of Baker Street two months later. Found himself a small flat he was able to afford on his army pension and whatever money he managed to make at the surgery, on the days he decided to show up.

    Sarah was understanding. She put up with him longer than he could have asked for.

    Now he’s jobless. Nearly homeless. Living off of tea and crap telly to numb his mind. No one to miss him because he’s pushed everyone away and the only person who really mattered, John buried three years before.

    He tells himself it’s the right thing to do. Sherlock wouldn’t have wanted him to, but Sherlock’s not there to tell him so. That’s the problem.

    On the street below, no one takes notice of the man on the roof who spreads his arms wide, feeling the breeze telling of distant rain whisper against his exposed skin. He looks down – it doesn’t seem so far, I wonder if this is what he felt like, maybe I can ask him soon – takes a deep breath.

    John Watson closes his eyes. Leans forward. Feels himself begin to fall-

    -is violently snatched from behind, strong arms curling around his chest, yanking him back.

    His savior doesn’t let go when they tumble backwards, landing hard on the building below them. John breathes deeply, evenly through his nose, does not open his eyes. The feel of those arms around his chest is oddly comforting, the scratch of wool on his cheek distracting, the scent of tea and unidentifiable chemicals familiar…

    John opens his eyes, sees nothing but the sky thinly veiled by clouds. The arms around him remove themselves. His savior shifts.

    Suddenly the sky is replaced by two pale eyes, half-lidded and grieving.

    “You were going to jump after me,” Sherlock says. It’s the first time John can remember hearing the great detective say something so obvious.

    (Source: oooyooo)

     
  7. Notes: 41137 / 1 week ago  from kathykatinahat (originally from colfergasmic)
    [Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

    (Source: colfergasmic)

  8. Notes: 8 / 1 week ago  from atypicallove (originally from tamuquid)

    tamuquid:

    I now present to you our first featured Player of the Week.  Some of you probably already know her.  She’s an outstanding player, and a really cool person. Enjoy getting to know a little more about her.

    Name: Kathy Kavanaugh
    Age: 19
    Position: Beater
    Number: #
    Major: Psychology
    Years in Quidditch: 2
    House: Ravenclaw
    Hobbies outside of Quidditch: Youtube
    Celebrity crushes: Darren Criss, Neil Patrick Harris, Katy Perry
    How do you party: With the Quidditch team of course!
    Favorite Quidditch memory: The opening ceremonies of the 2010 Quidditch World Cup, the first one I attended- to see that many people so passionate about something I was involved in was amazing, and I realized that I could never simply stop playing.
    Favorite song: A tie between “Lovegood” by Ministry of Magic and “Thinking of You” by Katy Perry
    Relationship Status: Taken
    Preferred underwear style: Bikini
    Piercings or tattoos: Just ear piercings
    Any nicknames: Some friends came up with “K-squared” in high school
    Tumblr page: http://kathykatinahat.tumblr.com/

    KAVANAUGH!!!! It took me FOREVER to remember this name…

  9. 1 week ago 

    Should the unthinkable somehow happen tomorrow and we all get shut down, I want everyone to know that it has been an honour to know most of you. My username is my facebook term, so if you get to the facebook homepage then add /Senpaichan, you can find me. If that goes, then well. It’s been lovely.

  10. Notes: 1 / 1 week ago 

    QUIDDITCH STARTS ON MONDAY

    QUIDDITCH STARTS ON MONDAY

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Hergbleh, the sound of dying.

Senpaichan;
Name - Gabriel William G.
Age - 20
Sex - TMale
Wants - To get on T alread

Inception Count: 26

If you would like to ask Gabriel a question, please feel free: HERE

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