This is a big thing for me, and I couldn’t have done it without all you guys being here supporting me through the good, the bad, the best. This isn’t how I planned this draw, but each bright star is for each one of my followers (I was going to do flowers but drawing nearly 1,300 flowers would be insane!)! Though the roses there are for the 3 people who have made such a HUGE impact on my life, and for them I wouldn’t be here today. You 3 might know who you are, might not, but each flower has a meaning. I hope to draw more and better draws for you all in the next year coming! Thank you guys for everything! (Full view for better view of the stars)
Sherlock burst into the lab, charging over to where Molly was working. She glanced up briefly, but then returned her safety glasses shielded gaze back to the biopsy she was working with.
“Oh, hi. Is there something-”
“I think you should realize that in all reality I am not as impressive I sometimes act,” he fired off a bit breathlessly.
Molly straightened up and frowned. “Pardon?”
“Look, Molly…” He took a deep breath and blew it out slowly. “I explained this to John many years ago and I’ll explain it to you as well…I am no hero. I’m not superhuman or invincible, despite the way I may behave at times. But you, you are…remarkable.”
Molly slowly removed her glasses, eyes staying riveted to his.
“You are brave and selfless to a fault. You care about others and their feelings and wellbeing so very deeply, and would go to amazing lengths to help them. The way you live your life and treat others…” He paused, slowly shaking his head in quiet awe. “It makes you deserving of a very special sort of life…with…someone.”
She swallowed thickly while pulling her gloves off.
“A-and despite how I may…feel,” he said, appearing to taste the new words in his mouth with nervous curiosity. “I am afraid that perhaps I may not be- that is, for you I may not be enough of-”
“Sherlock,” Molly jumped in quickly. “I think I’ll stop you right there.”
He paused, raising a brow in question.
She smiled, quickly putting away what she had been working on. “I’ve got to get a report to a doctor upstairs, so maybe you can give me a few minutes and wait here?”
The corners of his delicious lips turned downward and he looked rather adorably injured at what must have seemed to him like disinterest, or perhaps even agreement with his concerns. Molly reached in her lab coat pocket though, before leaving, and handed him her phone and earbuds.
“Here,” she said while tapping the screen a few times. “Put these in and press play. And when I come back maybe you’ll have a clearer idea of where I stand on this issue.”
Sherlock took the device hesitantly but nodded in agreement, putting the earbuds in place. He hit play and she smiled at him before walking out the door.
Molly came back into the lab about five minutes later to see Sherlock greet her with a soft smile. She crossed the room to him slowly and accepted his return of her phone and earbuds.
“So…what did you think of the song?”
Sherlock gazed affectionately into her eyes, answering her in a low whisper. “Do you mean it?”
Molly nodded, smiled, and draped her arms around his neck. “I don’t want a hero or a fairytale or anything that’s out of the ordinary. This is enough- you are enough. You always have been. I don’t care how much you believe you fall short, because it doesn’t change how I feel about you. And what’s more, I know exactly what I want.”
“Something just like this?” Sherlock asked with a little smirk as he slid his hands around her waist.
Molly grinned. “Nice listening comprehension, detective. So, if you’re so smart, according to the song,” she went on softly, tugging him down a bit. “What else do I want?”
Sherlock feigned a thoughtful expression as he eyes her lips and bent further forward. “It seems…the very same thing that I do,” he whispered.
As their lips met and they became blissfully wrapped up in each other, they both finally felt like things were as they should be. Which didn’t mean it was a fairytale, no. It was far more simply and ordinary than all that. But they did each have something they wanted- someone they wanted.
Fic: Teach Me How Love Goes (for Klaine Advent Day 1/24)
This is a very bad idea. I know I haven’t finished the previous two years’ Advent stories even though I’ve promised to (I actually found my notes on them last night!). But here I am again, unable to resist. My plan is to work on all three this month and hopefully get them all completed by the 24th (LOL good idea when you work retail hell and are driving 60 miles back and forth this weekend alone).
But here is this year’s! Bisexual!Blaine, fully AU after 4x10, and past Blina with Klaine endgame.
“Mr. Hummel, it’s so nice to meet you,” the too-blonde and too-Botoxed-for-under-forty mom says to Kurt. “Bentley is going to be a wonderful addition to your classroom. His au pair says he’s already reading at a third grade level!”
Kurt nods and smiles, used to the fibs the elite of New York keep giving to the board of Mount Hudson Academy. He expects that as soon as Bentley is alone he will steal the toy trucks from everyone and not pay attention. “Thank you, Mrs. Hightower. I hope this is going to be a great year for everyone involved.”
Bentley’s mother grins tightly and walks away. Kurt breathes a sigh of relief. The first day of school is a trying time for his patience. Maybe he should have taken his dad’s advice of returning in Ohio where money doesn’t rule everything. But New York was always his dream, whether the means of how he reached success were the same as they were when he was younger.
(so much love in this community where have i been all this time wow big thanks to everyone who came by and said hi, i’m so overwhelmed rn)
also i was wondering if you guys could send me some of your teddy headcanons? i’ll share some of my own:
- Teddy Lupin being a metamorphmagus is non-binary and is super confused about his sexuality because there’s Victoire who is gorgeous and beautiful and everyone thinks they’re perfect for each other but then puberty hits James Potter AND WOW OKAY DAMN
- Teddy is 90s kid trash who dresses in second-hand stores and charity shops
Warnings: Strong angst. Basically Hobi being a great asshole..
note: Sorry for being so busy but I am really trying… I kinda felt like writting this today because this song makes me emo and I have not wrote something lately with our precious Hobi! Please show that song some love and tell me if you like my song inspired stories ♥
P.S.: I will post the Jackson drabble soon I promise ;)
Wow, where have I been? Have you seen this before? I saw
this DIY idea in a magazine a few weeks ago and couldn’t wait to try it. Now
every time we go through a half gallon of milk or orange juice, I take apart
the carton and create a new dispenser. The screw lid holds the new cardboard
top in place so tightly, you can actually use your newly-crafted jar to effectively
store and pour liquids!
If you want to save yourself a little trouble, open up the
top of the carton before you cut around the spout area, unlike what I show
This jar is holding couscous, but it could be a handy flour
shaker, a sippy cup, a sugar container, or a honey jar.
Wow, I finally got a tumblr. Like what the hell? Where have I been? How am I so bad at social media but also love it? Okay instagram is the best though. Anyways follow follow me! Or text me whatevs, I might be slightly typsy right now. In other news my horoscope today said I shouldnt deny my emotions and the whole time I’m just thinking LOL what emotions?
young stan giving u a once-over & being like “i bet i could lift you” and u give a weak protest bc u kinda want him to touch u but at the same time what would u do
when u end up letting him anyway he doesn’t like, hold u bridal style, he just ducks down a little & wraps his arms around ur hips/thighs and lifts, and u kinda have to hold onto his shoulders to keep your balance and (it’s great) kind of terrifying and ur heart does this thing when he grins at u like “told you i could! im pretty strong, y’know, nbd” and u gotta control ur expression bc u cannot just blush in front of him but u end up blushing anyway and he laughs
but he’d be like this with anyone so when he puts u back down u resolve to forget about it (you can’t.)