 onedumbjoke: Some of the Irene books came in the mail today (including the first one) and omg I am in love. Irene is so fabulous and Nell is so ~scandalized~ by her behavior and augh this is great. Gonna bring it to a con this weekend so I can keep reading in my downtime. | That’s wonderful! I hope you continue to enjoy them. I’m on the fifth right now and I’m not remotely tired of them yet. |
For a meetup that wasn’t a convention, I came away with a great haul.
1: A lovely watercolor of Sherlock! Lineart by Inchells and colors by Cara. Won this in the raffle and it’s really beautiful.
2: A Punk!lock mug featuring Sherlock, John, and Moriarty and a button featuring Kirk and Spock, both by Cara.
3: A quick doodle of Sherry by Griffin and a Polaroid picture of me as Irene by Jessie’s friend (I don’t know if she has a Tumblr, sorry!).
But mostly I made a ton of NEW FRIENDS! Pictures of some NEW FRIENDS will be up shortly.
“ It’s a wonderful combination of playing a hero who is a faulted human being. There’s-there’s … there’s an awful lot of him that is dangerous and perverse and interesting, and great stuff to get your teeth into as an actor, and at the same time he is, you know, a Class A hero, you know?”- Benedict Cumberbatch Unlocking Sherlock
(Source: devinleighbee)
Bikers Against Child Abuse make abuse victims feel safe
These tough bikers have a soft spot: aiding child-abuse victims. Anytime, anywhere, for as long as it takes the child to feel safe, these leather-clad guardians will stand tall and strong against the dark, and the fear, and those who seek to harm.
The 11-year-old girl hears the rumble of their motorcycles, rich and deep, long before she sees them. She chews her bottom lip, nervous.
They are coming for her.
The bikers roar into sight, a pack of them, long-haired and tattooed, with heavy boots and leather vests, and some riding double. They circle the usually quiet Gilbert cul-de-sac, and the noise pulls neighbors from behind slatted wood blinds and glossy front doors.
One biker stops at the mouth of the street, parks in the middle of the road and stands guard next to his motorcycle, arms crossed.
The rest back up to the curb in front of the girl’s house, almost in formation, parking side by side. There are 14 motorcycles in all, mostly black and shiny chrome. The bikers rev their engines again before shutting them down.
The sudden silence is deafening. The girl’s mother takes her hand.
The leader of this motorcycle club is a 55-year-old man who has a salt-and-pepper Fu Manchu and wears his hair down past his shoulders. He eases off his 2000 Harley Road King and approaches the little girl.
He is formidable, and intimidating, and he knows it. So he bends low in front of the little girl and puts out his hand, tanned and weathered from the sun and wind: “Hi, I’m Pipes.”
“Nice to meet you,” she says softly, her small hand disappearing in his.
….The unruly-looking mob in her driveway is there to help her feel safe again. They are members of the Arizona chapter of Bikers Against Child Abuse International, and they wear their motto on their black leather vests and T-shirts: “No child deserves to live in fear.”
