I mean I’m socially awkward but at least I have some friends! And I am nice to them!
I guess I’m in a good position if there are evil time-travelling sorceresses aboot, though
… oh god, Estelle from Legend of Heroes. Why. Last I checked, I wasn’t a brainless homophone who seems to have a crush on her brother and just goes around whacking things without thinking.
I always put Olivier at the head of my party though, so can I pretend I got him, even if I’d fail at flowery language? »
Ha! I get to be Commander Shephard from Mass Effect. (The female one because she’s fucking awesome.)
Bitches are going down.
I’m Asbel from Tales of Graces. I’m doing pretty well I think.
The Baker Street Babes Birthday Giveaway: Holmes Version
The Baker Street Babes put our out first podcast one year ago today. Least to say we’ve come a very long way and it wouldn’t have been possible without all of you. So, the past few months we’ve been gathering prizes and goodies for a MASSIVE giveaway… and here it is!
In this version of the give away you win EVERYTHING below. Yes. EVERYTHING!
Sherlock Series 1 DVD, signed by Benedict Cumberbatch & Martin Freeman (donated by Hartswood Films)
Brainy is the New Sexy pendant in polished brass. (donated by Belaurient Arts)
I Believe In Sherlock Holmes pendant in sterling silver. (donated by Belaurient Arts)
I Believe In Sherlock Holmes keychain in nickel silver. Please be aware this is made of nickel and if you’re allergic to it you now have a free gift to a non-allergen Sherlockian of your choice! (donated by Belaurient Arts)
The Detective & The Woman, signed by author Amy Thomas (donated by Amy Thomas)
My Love Affair With Sherlock magazine by Caitlin Moran.
The Sherlock Holmes Handbook by Ransom Riggs
Large print of Sherlock & John in a train carriage by reapersun. Pen there for scale. (donated by reapersun)
Baker Street mini-sign
CD of BigFinish’s Sherlock Holmes: The Adventure of the Perfidious Mariner starring Nick Briggs. (Donated by BigFinish)
So? How do you win?
You may reblog each version ONCE per DAY. The giveaway will run until June 10th.
Likes DO NOT COUNT.
The winners will be chosen by a random number generator. They will have 24 hours to confirm with their address. The first number wins the Holmes Version, the second number wins the Watson Version.
We will ship anywhere in the world.
You cannot win both versions of the giveaway.
You do not have to be following us, however, this is a present to our followers and listeners, so it’s appreciated. Plus we do really cool things like interview Sherlock cast and authors and chat about Sherlock Holmes all the time!
If you are following us and win, you’ll get an extra special gift on top of all of this!
Any questions, naturally just ask. We’d prefer if you’d send an ask not anonymously so we can reply privately and not clog up people’s dashes.
You’re now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
You and the stranger both like Sherlock, and Johnlock.
Stranger: ”J-/John/… ” Sherlock groaned, voice low and constricted as he reached a hand between the folds of his dressing gown to touch the naked flesh beneath. His back arched up from the leather of the couch, and he let another soft moan slip loose from his throat. What he missed in his reverie, however, was the sound of footsteps slowly ascending the stairs, footsteps that weren’t expected for at least another hour or so …
You: John walked into the flat. “Sherlock is something…” Realisation of the situation dawned on him. “Oh Jesus.” He blinked rapidly and tried to turn his head away. “What the hell?”
Stranger: Sherlock looked upwards, eyes as wide as a deer’s caught in headlights as he withdrew his hand, pulling his dressing gown back around himself. “J-John!” He exclaimed, perhaps a little too loudly and sharply, “Y-you’re home early.”
You: John’s face flushed bright red. “Yeah.” He croaked. He took a deep breath trying to steady himself. “Yeah. She—uh.” He shook his head. “She said there was an emergency back at her flat and excused herself.”
Stranger: Sherlock’s face flared a deep scarlet to match, his legs clasped tightly together in an attempt to hide his still rather obvious arousal. “Right. Erm, well, that … That happens,” He mumbled lamely, rising from the couch in an instant. “Right, so, I’ll just be … Right.” With that, he strode off quickly as he could towards the kitchen, trying to escape to his bedroom.
You: ”Well, erm.” John fidgeted uncomfortably. “Right.” John walked into the kitchen. “I’m going to have tea. Do you want some?” He asked lamely.
