One helen is sufficient good looks to launch one thousand ships, and to cause the destruction by fire of an entire city. The objective standards of Ship Launching and Arson may now be used to analyze feminine beauty. […] The table below will be of assistance:

– Attohelen (ah) 10-18 helens: Light up a Lucky While Strolling past a Shipyard

– Femtohelen (fh) 10-15 helens: Burn a Dinner Candle & Spit a Toothpick into a Water Glass

– Picohelen (ph) 10-12 helens: Barbecue a Couple of Steaks & Toss an Inner Tube Into the Pool

– Nanohelen (nh) 10-9 helens: Send the Old Man on a Canoe Trip & Build a Good Roaring Blaze in the Fireplace

– Microhelen (µh) 10-6 helens: Christen a Motor Boat & Start a Grass Fire

– Millihelen (mh) 10-3 helens: Launch One Homeric Warship & Burn Down a House

– Centihelen (ch) 10-2 helens: Incinerate a City Block & Launch Christopher Columbus’ Entire Fleet: The “Niña” (40 tons), the “Pinta” (50 tons) and the “Santa Maria” (100 tons)

– Decihelen (dh) 10-1 helens: Torch the Central Business District of Oakland, California, & Launch the Clipper Ship “Flying Cloud” (1783 tons)

– Helen (h): Raze One City & Launch the WWI US Battleship “Delaware” (20,000 tons)

– Dekahelen (dah) 10 helens: Oversee the Incendiary Bombing of Ten Cities and Launch the Aircraft Carriers “Theodore Roosevelt” (91,487 tons) and “Dwight D. Eisenhower (91,487 tons)

– Hectohelen (hh) 102 helens: Instigate a Major Modern Conflict & Launch the Oil Platform “Stratfjord B” (with ballast, 899,360 tons), the Supertanker “Seawise Giant” (624,038 dead- weight tonnage); the Oil/Ore Carrier “World Gala” (282,460 dwt tonnage) and the Bulk-Ore Tanker “Hoei Maru” (208,000 dwt tonnage)

– Kilohelen (kh) 103 helens: Launch the Equivalent of One Million Greek Warships & Spark a Nuclear Confrontation

– Megahelen (Mh) 106 helens: Launch the Equivalent of One Billion Greek Warships & Blow Up the World

– Gigahelen (Gh) 109 helens: Launch the Equivalent of One Trillion Greek Warships & Destroy the Solar System

– Terahelen (Th) 1012 helens: Launch the Equivalent of One Thousand Trillion Greek Warships and Make Serious Inroads on the Welfare of the Galaxy

It is to be hoped that beauty exceeding the Hectohelen class evades even the most ambitious.

the Table of Helens and Equivalents, from “ON THE INEFFICIENCY OF BEAUTY CONTESTS, & A SUGGESTION FOR THEIR MODERNIZATION.“ by David Lance Goines. (via penthesileas)

Mystrade. 53 and 51, bonus if it’s Greg’s window.

53. “Who crawls through someone’s window at 4am to go for ice cream?!”

51. “What the hell are you wearing?”

Greg woke with a start at the noise. He sat up and realized Mycroft Holmes had just rolled through his window, wearing little more than, well, glitter. “What the hell are you wearing?” Asked Greg.

“It was a party,” said Mycroft, clearly more than a bit drunk. “I wanted ice cream, but I can’t drive.”

Greg looked at the clock. “Who crawls through someone’s window at 4am to go for ice cream?!”

“Please Greg? I’ll make sure you pass your chemistry exam.” Mycroft gave him an attempt at a winning smile.

“If I was a more vicious boyfriend I’d take pictures right now for blackmail later,” said Greg fondly.

“But then I’d have to confiscate your phone,” said Mycroft. “Kiss?”

Greg sighed and kissed him. “Come on Sparkles, shower first, then we’ll see about ice cream.”

for the drabble thing please: 45. Tell me a secret, johnlock

John got up and paced one more time, not that there was any easy way out of here. The old well walls were mossy and damp even if, thankfully there wasn’t much water left.

And of course there was no mobile signal.

“Forty three,” said Sherlock.

John looked at him. “What?”

“You’ve paced the space 43 times. Find anything new?” Sherlock was perched on a rock, hands steepeled at his mouth. At least the cut on his forehead had stopped bleeding.

“No, Sherlock, I haven’t.” John sighed and leaned against the damp wall. The sun was setting and he wondered just how dark it would get in here.

Sherlock lapsed into silence for a few minutes before speaking again. “Tell me a secret, John.”

John blinked. “What?”

“We may as well pass the time.”

John ran a hand through his hair. “Uh, I don’t know. Why don’t you go first?”

Sherlock stood and walked over to him, crowding John against the stone. John swallowed. “Sherlock?”

“This stone above your head is loose. I may be able to climb.”

John let out a breath. “And maybe break your neck this time. Just wait, if there isn’t help by morning, then I’l let you.”

“Fine.” Sherlock tucked John under the Belstaff. “But there’s no reason for you to freeze.”

“Sure,” said John, shaking his head.

73. “We shouldn’t be doing this.” Johnlock 80. “How can you think I’m anything but hopelessly in love with you?” Destiel 88. “Don’t panic but I think we might have accidentally gotten married…” Jack/Ten 93. “I tried, but I just can’t stay away from you anymore.” Johnlock 95. “There’s no going back if we do this.” Mystrade

This got long so I put it behind a cut

71. “We shouldn’t be doing this.” Johnlock

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” panted John as Sherlock worked his pants open.

“So?” Asked Sherlock, dipping his hands into John’s pants.

John laughed against his lips. “We’re in a cab, drunk, and I’m getting married tomorrow.”

“Cabbie doesn’t care,” said Sherlock, slipping his tongue into John’s mouth.

John groaned.

The cab came to a stop. “We’re here,” she said. “Gents might want to get out.”

Sherlock tucked John away. “Come on.”

John giggled again and followed him. As it turned out, they didn’t make it up the stairs.

80. “How can you think I’m anything but hopelessly in love with you?” Destiel

Cas and Dean fought for their lives, back to back, ground slick with blood. Dean grunted as someone got in a lucky hit. Cas was there in an instant, dispatching the last of their foes. He caught Dean as he sagged.

“Dean,” he said.

The hunter smiled up at him, despite the pain. “Glad you’re here.”

Castiel touched the wound to heal it. “Of course I’m here.”

“Why?” asked Dean as Cas brought his head low.

“Why? How can you think I’m anything but hopelessly in love with you?”

88. “Don’t panic but I think we might have accidentally gotten married…” Jack/Ten

“There you are,” said Jack as the Doctor came around slowly.

He rubbed his head. “What happened.”

“Well, don’t panic, but I think we might have accidently got married…” said Jack.

The Doctor sat up too fast, groaned and put his head between his knees. “That doesn’t explain the headache.”

“These people have a ceremony. There was a lot of liquor involved. Which is why I think we both agreed in the first place.”

The Doctor took a deep breath. “Did you find the Tardis?”

“I think so, yeah. Didn’t want to leave you while you were out.”

“Good.” The Doctor struggled to his feet. Jack put an arm around him. “Haven’t woke up with a headache this bad since I invented the banana daiquiri,” muttered the Doctor.

“You should try being married to me,” grinned Jack.

The Doctor rolled his eyes. “I hope you don’t consider it legally binding once we get off this planet.”

“Spoilsport. We could have a great honeymoon.”


93. “I tried, but I just can’t stay away from you anymore.” Johnlock

Of course it was a perfectly sunny day when John stood on the doorstep on 221B. Rain would have been more appropriate, but he didn’t control the weather. He opened the door and went in, climbing the stairs,  hearing violin, some tune he didn’t know.

The violin halted as he stood in the doorway, hand reflexively squeezing.

“I tried, but I just can’t stay away from you anymore,” said John, voice tight.

“But we agreed….Mary…” said Sherlock frozen in place.

“I don’t care.” John crossed the room and yanked him into a rough kiss.

Sherlock surrendered, setting the violin aside without breaking the kiss. The’d work this out, somehow.

95. “There’s no going back if we do this.” Mystrade

“Gregory, are you sure?” Mycroft searched Greg’s eyes. “There’s no going back if we do this.”

Greg gave him a warm smile. “Yep. Don’t worry, I’ll be right here with you.”

Mycroft licked his lips and nodded.