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i figure growing up watching Red dwarf… with also a healthy does of classic doctor who and Hitchhikers guide to the galaxy explains a LOT about my personality and sense of humor.

phipiohsum475:

See, my parents and my exposure was so normal as a child/adolescent. (Well, I saw a ton of cartoons as a teenager, and I’ve loved certain animation ever since) But that aside, my true geek side has really evolved with my husband. I had the inherent math geekiness (I frequently spout off on how cool Euclid’s fifth postulate is, and if you’d like to know, just ask *wink wink*), and the sci-fi/british humor came later.

I figure I can point to that fact that my mom pinned celery to my shirt and knitted the Tom Baker scarf and dragged me and my brother (and dad went more willingly) to a Doctor Who convention when I was seven is the reason for everything. lol. That was like, 1986. I keep hoping my Dad has photos somewhere. All I really remember of the convention was seeing some of the doctors from a distance (mom and dad didn’t want to wait in a long autograph line with small kids), and a mockup of the Tardis controls and a very very convincing K9 running around.

Course now my Mom says I like Doctor Who more then her, lol.

I got her into Sherlock though, I think that’s a fair trade.

So what’s this about Euclid?

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Day 10 – Animal ears

Predators and prey didn’t mix. This was common wisdom. A relationship between the two would only end in tears, if not worse. But Greg Lestrade, who’d been born of the wolf, had never met a more formidable rabbit then Mycroft Holmes. And Mycroft Holmes, with his stately ears standing tall, had never met a more gentle wolf then Gregory Lestrade.

Greg could tell by the turn of Mycroft’s ears that he was pleased. The day had gone well, then, the secret negotiations Greg knew nothing about. He watched his lover remove his suit coat and carefully roll up his sleeves as he came into the kitchen, eying the bubbling pot on the stove.

“Almost done, love.” Greg smiled. Wolves were not often known as good cooks either, but Mycroft had nothing but praise for him. After giving the pot a stir, he turned and kissed him.

Mycroft scratched just behind the silver ears, making Greg kick involuntarily. He chuckled as Greg pulled away.

“Oi, watch it or you won’t get any supper.” Greg waved the spoon at him.

Smiling, Mycroft fetched the wine and set the table for stew. Greg put the finishing touches and served it out, watching for the warm smile that would tell him Mycroft approved.

The rabbit took a few very proper tastes. “Excellent,” he said, favoring him with that smile.

Greg relaxed and started in on his own supper. Mycroft’s stew had a bit more veg and Greg’s had a bit more meat. But that was the way things were with them and if anyone were to question how these two were together, well, Mycroft would fix them with his withering glare and Greg would hold his arm and that would be all the answer they would get.

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