An Unlikely Friendship
  • Mary: *opens her front door*
  • Molly: I... I could kill a man and not get caught. Or a woman. No one suspects the quiet ones. One girl’s night, a well-timed bit of aconite in your drink, “oh I forgot my favorite cherry jumper at work, can we stop off round the corner at Bart's?” A few quick slices and you’re so much medical waste.
  • Mary: … … …
  • Molly: *on a roll* Sherlock could be experimenting on your liver by lunch. It’s the largest organ, best to get it out of the way first. He’d never know the difference. He never gives back half the body parts I give him - I'm afraid to ask honestly, but they'd never be found.
  • Mary: *carefully neutral* His Nibs finally told you the truth about who shot him, then?
  • Molly: Oh. Well no, not actually. I suspect he’d never rat you out. But c’mon, Sherlock Holmes is shot face to face and he doesn't solve the case? I know him better than that. He's protecting someone. Protecting you.
  • Mary: *nods* He’s been not solving that particular case for nearly a year now. How long have you suspected?
  • Molly: Um… Nearly a year now, I suppose.
  • Mary: *hand subtly out of sight behind the doorframe* Why now, then? I'm not pregnant anymore, so you thought you'd have a go?
  • Molly: Wha-- no. The point is that I'm not going to “have a go.” I’m not suicidal; I certainly wouldn't warn you if I was. Quiet one, remember? I'm here because, well… you’re just so lovely, aren't you? You’re a mum now, and you and John are so happy, and you're funny and clever. I wish I didn't like you half so much. I can't hold this weight anymore. I know, Mary. I know that you shot Sherlock. I know that Sherlock and John both forgive you. I know that he’s alive, and that he absolutely adores you and he has his reasons, so I… I forgive you too. For what it’s worth, I forgive you.
  • Mary: *relaxes* It's worth more than you might imagine. I'm starting to get why Sherlock likes you, Molly Hooper.
  • Molly: Yeah well, you too. I...g’night. *turns to go*
  • Mary: Be Rosie’s godmother!
  • Molly: What?!
  • Mary: Be Rosie’s godmum. I quite like you too. There aren't many people in the world who know what I am and still like me. Three by my count. Four if you count Rosamunde. And I know a certain consulting detective who wouldn't mind an excuse to stand in front of a church with you, whatever he pretends. Molly - we ladies who could kill a man and not get caught, we ladies who choose not to everyday - we should stick together.

Eren considered all this as he sat there alone in the wind watching Levi walk away, and he came to his own conclusion about himself. Sure, he was slow. He might take a little long to recognise some things, he’d give Mikasa that, but on the other hand, once he did there was no room for uncertainty. There was no hemming and hawing and questioning himself.

He wanted to kiss Levi, and about that he was certain. 

- Street Brat, chapter 44

Hands down one of my favorite slow build stories. If you haven’t already, I recommend you check out @monsoondownpour Arabian AU, Street Brat. her writing is a gift I swear. 


It’s the way he pulls him closer                         Natural magnetism draws him in   

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Fansign Edition 

crawtember-deactivated20151031  asked:

shizuchan said i was supposed to put the trash in the closest can i could find i was just doing what you told me to *trows a banana peel at him*

I should’ve thought this through now I’m just stuck in a trash can with a flea.


G-Eazy: The Pri$e of Fame

Outlaw Josey Wales Starters

❝ I reckon so. ❞

❝ Dyin’ ain’t much of a livin’, boy. ❞

❝ When I get to likin’ someone, they ain’t around long. ❞

❝ Are you gonna pull them pistols or whistle Dixie? ❞

❝ I’m just giving you life and you’re giving me life. ❞

❝ Yeah, well, I always heard there were three kinds of suns in [place], sunshine, sunflowers, and sons-of-bitches. ❞

❝ To the victors belong the spoils. ❞

❝ Don’t piss down my back and tell me it’s raining. ❞

❝ They said a man could get rich on reward money if he could kill you. ❞

❝ Seems like you was looking to gain some money here. ❞

❝ I thought you might be someone who would sneak up behind me with a [weapon] ❞

❝ I got no place else to go. ❞

❝ I came here to die with you. Or live with you. ❞

❝ Get ready. Hell is coming to breakfast. ❞

❝ You have any food here? ❞

❝ Wish we had time to bury them fellas. ❞

❝ To hell with them fellas. Buzzards gotta eat, same as worms. ❞

❝ I ain’t that old after all. ❞

❝ I guess we all died a little in that damn war. ❞

❝ Endeavor to persevere. ❞

❝ You promised those men would be decently treated. ❞

❝ They were decently treated. They were decently fed and decently shot. ❞   

❝ I’ll be comin’ with you. ❞     

❝ I’m getting better at sneaking up on you like this. ❞

❝ You can pay me when you see me again, [name]. ❞

❝ I’m glad you stopped me when you did. I might have killed [pronoun] ❞

❝ Now get back in line before I kick you so hard you’ll be wearing your ass for a hat. ❞

❝ We whooped them again, [name]! ❞

❝ You dumb kid. ❞

First Impressions of The Raven Boys (+Blue)

Blue: Cool Gal™

Gansey: He’s like a tour guide at a museum except he’s way more into it than the people who are actually getting the tour

Ronan: Could probably kill a man but his solution to his problems is to adopt a baby bird and keep it in his backpack? Honestly same?

Adam: Needs at least 6 hugs. Probably more.

Noah: Mysterious ghost boy

So, Sanji said basically nothing apart from lies this chapter; his silence was due to his helplessness. But his facial expressions said it all. 

““A second chance”, my ass. I had no choice. Not like I could have let the old man get killed…  even Reiju doesn’t understand this. I can’t even be sure they are still alive now, or that they won’t get killed after … whatever. At least Luffy and the others should have reunited at Zou. The Minks will keep them safe and … If I get out of this in one piece, I’ll go Wano, that’s where we were supposed to head later… without Nami-san it’ll be a problem, but I’ll sneak in some ship if I have to… Luffy’s one hell of a hard head, but Torao and the others should keep him on track.”

“WHAT? Luffy? What the hell is he doing here… how did he even arrive, he didn’t know the route…I knew him , that he’d try to come, but he had no why to know how to get here, unless…”

“Nami-san is here too?! Why did she come, why did Luffy let her come… Dammit, I can’t let these shits close to her, seeing how they treat women… Luffy can handle himself, but they are way too strong for her. I cannot let her become another hostage.”

“I’m sorry, you guys… I didn’t think it would go like this…”

“What happened with Don Krieg… he can’t defend himself, he’s too old, and the leg … even then it was my fault … they cannot go against an entire army and Big Mom… he brought also Chopper and Brook, where the hell are they now… they will be found and…”

“I’m sorry, you guys. It’s the only way.”

Art by @dakotaliar

Read the fic Ab Aeterno by @nevertrustastilesthing and @runicscribbles

“So you’re the fabled Fortune’s Ghost. A lot shorter than I expected.”

He tensed minutely, turning to the pirates’s former captain. Salty and unwashed, it was difficult to immediately notice how young he was. He was also exactly as tall as Scott. Thankfully Scott’s hat was bigger.

“A lot younger than I thought too.” The rival Captain might have been beaten and chained, but he still wielded his tongue like a weapon. That kind of arrogance could get a man killed. “You’ve picked up a lot of legends for a man barely out of boyhood. You must hire good storytellers to make up your lies.”

Scott smiled bitterly, tipping his feathered hat back to get a better look at the other man. “I beat you, didn’t I?”

The prisoner’s grin slipped and he glared. “A minor setback, though it depends on what you’re planning on doing with us?”

“Your men will have the option to join my crew or be put ashore, you’ll be ransomed back for a price. Until then, you’ll be treated as a gentleman guest as long as you behave yourself.” Scott said calmly. “We have what we wanted and there’s no need for more bloodshed.”

“Your guest? Well, that doesn’t sound so bad.” His rival’s smirk was back in place as he pressed himself against the bars of his cell. “I could use a bit of a vacation. Maybe get some time to verify one or two other legends I’ve heard about you while I’m at it. I’d expect nothing less from the Ghost himself. At least we know one thing they say about you is true. It makes a man wonder about the rest.”

“Excuse me?”

The captain wagged his eyebrows. “Is it as big as a kraken?” Scott sighed loudly and walked away. God damn it, Stiles! - Excerpt from Ab Aeterno part 4

ah yes. cronus. the man who isolated a disabled man from his support system and then touched him despite the disabled man saying no and that he explicitly did not want this thing to be happening. cronus, the man who told said disabled man that he was sexual poison and undeserving of love or sex even though he had a devoted matesprit. cronus, the man who sexually harassed his empress through songs she said she didn’t want to see. cronus, the man who told a disabled man, to his face, that he wished he could get away with killing him with his own hands for incurring the TBI that saved the man’s life. cronus, the man who flirted with a thirteen-year-old child so hard that the thirteen-year-old set himself up behind three passwords so the man couldn’t reach him. cronus, the man that took his thirteen-year-old castemate for a date–the closest thing troll culture has to incest. cronus, the man that inappropriately touched yet another thirteen-year-old with his codpiece even after the thirteen-year-old mentioned discomfort. ah yes. that cronus. is benign. yes. of course.