When people say that the horns are late
Imagine if schools of criminal justice allowed you to major in sexual assault prevention and prosecution. Imagine these programs were incredibly well run, so you’d learn both how to shoot a gun and run a sting, and how to get survivors the services they need. I’m sure more women would sign up. Imagine that all kinds of female officers with degrees in this, and excellent physical training, were embedded in military units, hanging out at bars, talking their way into fraternity parties, and jogging alone.
Imagine an officer, dressed in a sparkly top, gets onto a car with a real nice guy. Sometimes, this will go just fine. The FTA hasn’t wasted its time when its agents ride on a plane and no terrorists strike. That’s fine! That’s a day’s work well done.
But sometimes, something will happen. And of course the officer is wearing a wire, so we’ll have it on tape when she expresses a clear lack of consent and some guy makes his move. And maybe she’s packing a gun, or maybe she sends a signal that brings in backup. Cops swarm the car and the guy is all like, “This was a setup!” And society is like, “Yes! A setup for catching rapists before they strike!”
The value of stings is also, of course, their deterrent effect. Imagine a world in which a potential rapist first has to worry about whether you might be a cop. Rapists would be constantly looking over their shoulders. Because they’re the ones who should be.
Law enforcement should set up Stings to catch rapists the way they do for other crimes
… and so sherlock and john never met. the end.
THE SHOW WOULD CONSIST OF JOHN LIMPING AROUND LONDON AT VARIOUS SPEEDS
“Who’d want me for a flatmate?” John asked, completely serious at the notion that anyone would actually want to room with him. He glanced at his old colleague when he heard him chuckling. “What?”
“Nothing, I just remembered a funny joke.” He said with a smile. It probably had something to do with two flatmates or something. John didn’t inquire.
“Oh.” He responded simply, returning his gaze to his cup of coffee. After a few minutes of silence, John looked up to ask Stamford a question but stopped when he saw a curious look on the man’s face. He almost seemed horrified. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” Stamford stuttered. “It’s just…” He seemed to be trying to get a look at John’s back. “I just thought I saw something on your back.”
A couple days later, John saw something in the papers. It shouldn’t have bothered him, really, he didn’t even know this “Sherlock Holmes” character. He just couldn’t put his finger on why it made him so sad to find out that the so-called “consulting detective” had been victim to another one of those recent suicides.
NO NO NO
John pauses by a police box on his way to the store to get some milk. He smiled a little at the old timey appearance of it. “They just don’t make them like that anymore,” he said, a little wistfully. He jumped when the door flew open.
"You!" the man with the bow-tie snapped. John looked around in surprise but he was the only one around.
"M-me?" he asked, half pointing at himself.
"Yes, you. Don’t you know you jumped the tracks? You were supposed to be there to save that brilliant ridiculous idiot! But no, someone dipped their fingers in the time stream and messed everything all up. I will need to have a word with this person, but for now we need to get you back on track come on," the madman said, grabbing John by the arm and pulling him towards the box.
"Wow wow excuse me I don’t even know you!"
"Nor are you supposed to! But I can’t just let things go all willy-nilly topsie turvey here! Some one has got to save Sherlock Holmes and It might as well be us, eh?"
"I don’t know any Sherlock Holmes," John protested.
"Yes, and that might be the biggest crime here," the man said and finally succeeded in dragging John into the box.
"He killed himself, the papers said, and…oh my," John trailed off, looking around him in surprise. "It….it…."
"Yes, it is bigger on the inside I know. Come on, we’ve got a flatmate for you to meet!"
(in which Moriarty somehow got a hold of time travel tech and fucked everything up and the doctor is just the man to fix it)
As Christmas draws closer, I think we all need to take a moment and remember that THIS guy -
- is the one who told Mary that she was pregnant with Jesus. Let’s all just picture how THAT conversation actually went down, shall we?
Rule 1: Always post the rules
Rule 2: Answer the questions the person who tagged you asked and write your 10 questions
Rule 3: Tag 10 people and link them to the post
Rule 4: Actually tell the people you tagged that you tagged them.
i was tagged by doctorharleenquinzel
1.Would you marry a watermelon for £1,000,000?
No, I wouldn’t want the watermelon to thin that I was just in it for the money.
Christmas or birthdays?
Birthdays. Christmas ruins winter.
Why that url?
Because approx. 9 months ago, I decided that is ship Loki and Pyetr Illych Tchaicowski
Any urls hoarded
Well unless you count moonerspisms, my 1 post spoonerisms blog, no.
Place you’ve always wanted to visit (again)? St Petersburg to see a ballet. And to stalk spooks locations.
Favourite movie? Probably Stardust. But the book is so much better.
What’s something that gets you irrationally angry?
People judging their worth against the skills of other people.
Piercings and tattoos?
Earrings and nope.
Favourite food? Waffles with syrup and yoghurt and grapes
What did you want to be when you were a kid? A spy or a horn player in a symphony orchestra. (Both still apply)
1. If you could go back in time, but couldn’t change anything, when would you go?
2. Favourite baked item?
3. What music do you listen to/play when you are angry?
4. If you had to get rid of either fruit or vegetables, permanently, which would you choose?
5. The last film you saw?
6. Favourite instrument?
7. If you could meet anyone for an hour, but they wouldn’t remember what happened after that hour, who would you choose and what would you do?
8. Fictional character with whom you most identify?
9. A tag on tumblr that you never want to have to visit.
10. If you could trade on living person for one dead person, who would you kill/resurrect and why?
I’ll tag doctorharleenquinzel, hyperkirbyplumbersword, iholdthejewellershands, laurennoelle4, hornman20, thefaultinourchristmas, cardigan—queen, dennisbrain, thougtsareconstellationsblog and we-believe-in-castiel-and-you
OH MY FUCK…I hadn’t put that together!
‘aint nobody fresher than ma motherfuckin clique.
OMG the last one
OH DEAR GOD THIS IS THE CUTEST THING I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE
I found a pic of Apollo’s dick
I SCROLLED PAST THIS BY LIKE 5 POSTS THEN GOT IT YOU CLEVER LITTLE SHIT
do you have 67 protons because you’re a
If anyone else reblogs this I will cry for eternity
WHY DO YOU PEOPLE FIND THIS FUNNY STOP REBLOGGING IT