18 in 1 day!

october 18, 2016 // 1:08 pm // 8/100 days of productivity // i’ve been getting a lot of requests about me making a handwriting sample, and i’m so sorry it took me this long to post it. but there you go :)

also!!! i finally made an instagram account (studygram?? idk), and i’d appreciate it if y'all checked it out; it’s @juniorpeach :)

guess who ;)

[09.16.16] pg.1 of my review sat notes

{18/100 days of productivity}

                                                            That first cup of coffee

Distribution of coffee to the poilus coming back from the frontline in Belleville, Meuse, France - Circa 1917 - Gallica


03.18.2017 [1/100] days of productivity 

Finally going back to the 100 days of productivity!!! let’s see if I get passed 7 days this time lol!!! This is my bujo spread for next week so I haven’t filled anything out yet but more productivity to come!!!! 

p.s these are paper flowers that my mom has been making for my sisters wedding, but they are so pretty!

Song of the day: CLC- Liar


prompts #1, #18 and #49 requested by @green-days-american-idiot  

A wince escaped you as Dean finished the last few stitches on your forearm, his eyes rose to yours as he stopped for a moment; waiting for the go ahead. You gave him a small nod as he continued; biting the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from moving… you didn’t need Dean feeling any worse about the situation.

His face stayed still as he bandaged up your arm, immediately getting up once he was finished. He turned away from you for a second before you opened your mouth.

“This wasn’t your fault” you said quietly, careful to approach the situation as Dean turned to face you.

“I should’ve known there would be more vampires, there always are” he argued before you stood up, feeling your knees wobble before you placed a hand on the table to keep yourself up.

“Look at you” he put his arm out, “You’re hurt and it’s my fault!” he let out a breath before looking down at the floor.

“But it isn’t, Dean! It was my mistake; I was the one who relaxed too soon. I should’ve known to stay cautious” you replied, trying to get him to see it from your point of view.

“All I do is screw things up, Y/N… even if this wasn’t my fault, whenever you’re with me you get hurt” he looked up at you, his eyes becoming watery as he thought of even the possibility of losing you.

“If we weren’t together, you wouldn’t get hurt” he continued before clenching his jaw as you sucked in a breath, holding back any signs of tears in your eyes.

“Don’t you say that… not you” you pleaded as you reached forward, your hand gently grabbing his. You let out a relieved sigh when he didn’t pull away, his eyes just stayed glued to yours.

“I’m bound to get hurt every now and then… and so are you! That’s just w-what this job is” you tried to convince him to listen to you, tried to tell him that it wasn’t his fault.

“I’d rather die than see you get hurt…” he whispered softly before you cupped his face gently in your hand, feeling him lean against it.

You moved your arms to his shoulders, pulling him down as you wrapped your arms around him; feeling his arms instantly wrap tightly around you as if you could leave him at any moment.

“I wish I could stop loving you, I hate seeing you in pain” he said softly before pulling away, his hands resting on your hips.

“You can’t do this to yourself, Dean. I’m okay, and I’m never going to leave you… I love you” you replied with a small smile, your hands resting against his chest.

“I love you too, so damn much” he shook his head slightly before pulling you towards him, his lips brushing softly against yours before you crashed them together. His hands cupped your cheeks, wishing he could never let you go.

19 reasons I'm screaming rn

1) OX is back
2) Our precious boys are back
3) The new illustration
4) Jian Yi and Xixi
5) He Tian and Momo
6) Xixi’s look
7) Happy Jian Yi
8) Momo wearing an earring
9) He Tian gently touching Momo’s neck
10) Everyone looking fancy af
11) The fandom coming back to life
12) The reactions
13) The upcoming fanarts
14) Maybe new fanfictions
15) There will be a next chapter
16) The fandom war hopefully ending
17) New theories
18) This fandom
19) 19 DAYS

(+1) I literally screamed in front of like 200 people in my school.)

LietPol Week To Be Held 12 February - 18 February

Mark your calendars! 

The dates have been decided! Mun apologizes for the delay. LietPol Week will be held on 12 February - 18 February 2017. Here are the days and prompts listed below!

Day 1 - 12 February: Fantasy

Day 2 - 13 February: Lost

Day 3 - 14 February: Commonwealth

Day 4 - 15 February: Friends

Day 5 - 16 February: Birthday

Day 6 - 17 February: Dreams

Day 7 - 18 February: Comfort

The requirements are simple:

  • Follow this blog for everything LietPol Week related.
  • Any type of creative outlet is allowed.
  • It can be as NSFW or SFW as you would like, but please tag it as NSFW if it is.
  • It doesn’t have to be romantic! It can just be friendship.
  • Any form of LietPol is okay! It can be male Lithuania/male Poland, male Lithuania/female Poland, female Lithuania/female Poland, nonbinary Lithuania/Poland, anything! As long as it contains LietPol, it’s good!
  • Background pairings are allowed but please keep Lithuania and Poland as the main focus.
  • Please tag your artwork with #lietpolweek so we can see it and reblog it!

Day 18

Imagine Meeting Sherlock Holmes

Part 1

For My Followers




Blood, so much blood.

And then darkness.


“Sherlock can I ask why we are investigating this case? It’s not as exciting as the ones you usually go after,” John mutters as he flips through the case file. Sherlock is facing the wall and standing utterly still. “It’s clear cut, the father killed everyone in the family.”

“Yes but the daughter survived,” Sherlock remarks.

“But he thought she had died so there’s nothing special there,” John counters making Sherlock spin around and face him.

“He didn’t, he knew she was still alive. Tell me John what’s the motive for killing everyone except his daughter?” Sherlock demands and John frowns.

“I’m not sure.”

“Exactly! This isn’t just any middle aged man going crazy this is different. I have to solve it.”


Bright lights.

Repetitive beeping.

Bleach smell.

Aching soreness.


Opening your eyes you flinch at the bright lights before examine your surroundings.

You’re in a hospital that’s for sure.

You barely remember what happened.

Your parents were fighting upstairs. Johnny was crying in his crib.

And then gunshots. Before you could react your father was standing in your doorway holding a smoking gun.

And then nothing.

Sitting up slowly you push yourself back against the pillows. Your torso is throbbing. Looking down you see your stomach all wrapped up under the hospital gown. Your father shot you there.

“Miss?” the chipper voice makes you jolt in surprise. It’s a nurse standing in the doorway wearing a sympathetic smile. “I see you’ve awoke. Are you okay? Feeling any pain? Need anything?”

“No just water,” you rasp. The nurse cheerfully pours you a cup from the pitcher beside your bed that you hadn’t noticed. You take long gulps until your throws doesn’t feel so dry.

“Anything else honey?”

“No, which hospital is this? How did I get here? Also what happened? I don’t remember much,” you ramble and the nurse frowns.

“I better let the detectives talk to you,” she murmurs and bustles out before you can say anything else.

Three men quickly replace her. Two you recognize from the papers as Sherlock Holmes and John Watson.

“Hello Miss Morten I am Greg Lestrade I w-”

“Doesn’t matter, I’m Sherlock Holmes and I will be solving your case,” the brunette man interjects and sits down next to your bed. John rolls his eyes and Greg only huffs.

“What case? Where is my family? I saw my dad had a gun, did he kill them all?” you question. You fear the answer.

“Yes he did, my condolences. We need to ask you a few questions but they can wait if you don’t feel up to it,” Greg says and you smile graciously.

“Nonsense there is no time to waste. Now (Y/N) Morten tell me about that night,” Sherlock demands and you raise an eyebrow.

“I will only because I want to know why dad killed my family and I know you can figure it out. The night he went crazy mom and dad were arguing upstairs. I think they were fighting about a favor they did for a powerful man awhile ago-”

“What favor? What man?” John asks.

“I didn’t hear much but I did hear that this man has been having them care for something important to him. They were fighting because the man was angry. My mother did something to anger him and my father was worried the man was going to do something to us. Next thing I heard was a gunshot and my mother screaming.”

“Can you tell us what happened when your father came downstairs?” Greg prompts and you nod. For some reason you don’t feel so awful, maybe you’re still in shock.

“I got out of bed to go call the police but my dad was in my doorway. It was dark and for some reason he looked smaller to me. Before I could even scream he shot me. Things get blurry after that but I’m sure I heard him apologize to me. His voice sounded higher though.”

“So maybe your father didn’t do this? Of course! Another person did! I knew the gunshot your father had in his head wasn’t consistent with suicide,” Sherlock exclaims and jumps to his feet.

“I’m sorry he seems excited about the death of your family,” John murmurs to you.

“It’s okay, I’ve read about you two I get it,” you reply. “So Sherlock of my father didn’t kill my family who did?”

“That’s what I’m going to find out,” he vows and then quickly breezes by. John follows after but Greg stays.

“I do need an official statement before I let you rest,” Greg grumbles and pulls out a notebook.

You give him his statement and then the nurse gives you more pain drugs which knock you right out.


Sherlock examined your whole family and found nothing out of the ordinary. He couldn’t track down this powerful man and he couldn’t find what the man asked your parents to do.

“Isn’t odd how (Y/N) looks so different from her family,” John muses absentmindedly. Sherlock’s eyes snap open and stare at John. “I mean they are all fair-haired, plump, large-nosed, short people but she is a dark-haired, thin, button-nosed, tall individual. They look nothing alike.”

Sherlock chuckles and John stares at him weirdly.


“Don’t you get it? The favor her parents were doing! The man asked them to adopt his child to keep her safe. That’s why she doesn’t look like them.”

“How do you know she isn’t biologically theirs? That still leaves the question of why her family was killed.”

“We can get the DNA proved shortly but we need to talk to (Y/N) more about what she heard.”


“You want to know how my parents treated me?” you snort. Sherlock however keeps a very serious expression. “My Mom and dad were kind and sweet.”

“So they were perfect parents?” Sherlock asks.

“Well no, no parents are perfect. They were pretty damn close though.”

“Has anything happened recently that would put their parenting skills to the test?” John rephrases.

“Well two weeks before the-incident my mom and I were in a car accident. She didn’t see someone coming and the side of the car was rammed. My window shattered and I was cut all over but other than that we were both fine.”

“Exactly,” Sherlock murmurs and rushes out. John nods at you before take his leave as well.

You shake your head at the detectives and turn your attention to a card that was left on your table while you slept.

It reads: ‘get well soon.’ At the bottom it’s signed JM.

“Wonder who that is,” you utter to yourself and set he card back.


Dear friends....

Whatever you are celebrating during these days, I wish you peace and all good things.  And if you are celebrating the birth of Christ into this beautiful, yet somewhat crazy and mixed-up world we live in, I wish you an ever-deepening awareness of the mystery of the Incarnation.

This is how the birth of Jesus Christ came about.
When his mother Mary was betrothed to Joseph,
but before they lived together,
she was found with child through the Holy Spirit.
Joseph her husband, since he was a righteous man,
yet unwilling to expose her to shame,
decided to divorce her quietly.
Such was his intention when, behold,
the angel of the Lord appeared to him in a dream and said,
Joseph, son of David,
do not be afraid to take Mary your wife into your home.
For it is through the Holy Spirit
that this child has been conceived in her.
She will bear a son and you are to name him Jesus,
because he will save his people from their sins.”
All this took place to fulfill
what the Lord had said through the prophet:
Behold, the virgin shall conceive and bear a son,
and they shall name him Emmanuel,
which means God is with us.
When Joseph awoke,
he did as the angel of the Lord had commanded him
and took his wife into his home.
He had no relations with her until she bore a son,
and he named him Jesus.
Matthew 1:18-25

If I could, I would share with all of you some of the 120 dozen cookies we have baked.  One of my sisters is the master decorator - I just mix the dough and icing, and wash the dishes.  🎄🎅🎁


Had some fun at Sephora.
2 Naked Urban Decay Smoky: $56 each
Urban Decay de-slick setting spray: $20
Kat Von D shade and light contour pallet: $46
Kat Von D tattoo liner: $24
Anastasia contour cream kit: $44
Anastasia light to medium powder contour: $45
Anastasia beauty express for brows and eyes: $30
Sugar lip treatment Fresh: $20
Sugar lip treatment rosé fresh: $20
Too faced 3 way lash lining tool: $24
Pure Argan Milk hydrating treatment: $25
Josie Maran: $25
Stila stay all day liquid lipstick in Amore: $18
Eyebrow brush: $1.99
Sephora concealer in Custard: $29
Blender cleanser solid: $20
Beauty blender micro.mini: $18
2 Brush #77: $46
Brush #75: $30
Brush #73: $28
Brush #53: $32
Brush #61: $46
Brush #56: $42


Total: $743.99