Talking about ships in @isitandwonder s kitchen.
Me: you can ship Greg with every single one of the cast. With John after the fall. With Sherlock before John. With Mycroft at any point. With Mrs. Hudson just for a cuppa…
@mylastvow: he is like bacon. He makes everything better.
Crazy Friday night in at my house!
Breakfast for dinner. Post dinner coffee. (Of course) Then movies on the agenda include: Doctor Strange and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Out of the Shadows.
We are all having a relaxing night to help brace for tomorrow’s, all day, basketball tournament.
💋 Sherlolly is real 💋 Haters ain't bringing us down ✊
: OKAY, SO I DON'T VISIT THE TAG ANYMORE BUT I'VE BEEN HEARING THE NASTY, JEALOUS TROLLS ARE BACK 😒 THAT'S NOT COOL, BRO. SO, THIS IS FOR EVERY SHERLOLLIAN, EVERY ONE WHO HAS BEEN PERSONALLY AFFECTED OR IF YOU JUST NEED CHEERING UP. THEY'RE NOT GONNA GET TO US THAT EASILY =)
*texting on his phone* Another successful case, I think.
*sighs* Yep. Could you unzip me? *turns her back on him, brushing her hair aside*
*still texting* I don't think I could have caught him without you-
*rolls her eyes* Yeah, yeah. It's done...solved. You don't need to do this. You've got what you want out of me. Unzip me!
*puts his phone away; narrows his eyes* You're upset with me.
*huffs* Nope. Why would I be? Now, will you please-
*confused* We had dinner, danced, I walked you home...
*laughs* Firstly, you texted me telling me we're going out and to wear a dress, so what was I supposed to think? Ah, a nice place, right? So I chose my favourite evening dress, the one I wore to my sister's wedding reception and what do you do? *jabs him in the chest* Your idea of 'dinner', mister, was a takeaway on the embankment of the Thames! *agitated* So we're sat there, you looking like a God as usual and there's me, freezing my arse off, looking humiliatingly like I'm about to meet the Queen...and it turned out to be a sodding disco! *breathing fast*
*swallows* Well, when you put it like that-
*folds her arms* I didn't put it like anything. That's how it was *a moment later* Look, are you going to unzip me or am I going to have to ask Mrs. Murray next door?
*shaking* But do you know what? I would have forgiven all of that for one little compliment. Why? Because I'm that stupid...that's what I want. One tiny little compliment would have made everything alright...something to show me you actually SEE me *runs her hands through her hair, trying not to break down* Why is that so hard? You could have at least told me I looked nice.
*stunned* I-I would have done if it were true.
*hurt* Oh. Well, thank you...I know my place *holds open her door* Goodnight, Sherlock Holmes.
*rolls his eyes* You misunderstand *pressing her against the door until it shuts* There is yet to be a word invented to describe how utterly breathtaking you are to me tonight. 'Nice'? Please, I can do better than that.
*leans closer* Oh, yes, I am going to unzip you.
Description: Crowley pops in on you and the boys while working on a case
Warnings: None, just a quick, cute little piece
A/n: leaving this here real quick cause I’m going offline for a week or two :)
“Hey, Sam! You better get your ass out of bed before I eat this entire fruit tray by myself!”
Dean made a face at you from across the small motel room table. “I don’t know how you two can eat that crap. I think I like you better when you make bacon and pancakes for breakfast.”
You laughed at the older Winchester brother and his disgust for anything and everything healthy. Sam climbed out of bed, obviously disheveled from lack of sleep due to his endless research. Dean chuckled softly as his brother walked towards the two of you.
“Rough night, Sammy?” Just as Sam sat next to you at the table, a dark figure appeared in the middle of the room. That familiar voice disturbing your peaceful morning.
“Hello, boys. And lady.” He had that cocky little grin plastered on his face.
You sighed in exasperation. “What are you doing here, Crowley?”
“What? I can’t come visit my bestie, Moose, and your lovely little self just because?”
Dean eyes practically rolled out of his head. “No. Now what do you want.”
“Well I can sure think of one thing I want…” He trailed off, making sure his gaze lingered on you as he spoke. “But, business before pleasure, I suppose. I need some help with a rogue angel on my ass.”
Now Sam responded. “And why should we help you?”
“Simple. You scratch my back, I scratch yours. Figuratively, of course. I will give you one free favor, whenever you choose to use it, no questions asked. Or, I can give a few favors to this darling here.” Once again, he pointedly stared you down.
Now Dean just seemed pissed off, but you were laughing. “How about you stop talking to Y/N like that, first of all. Secondly, we don’t need your help. Good luck figuring your own messes out.”
“Well fine, then. I’ll have to find some other idiotic hunter to do my dirty work. But I don’t think my harmless flirting is really bothering her all that much, is it Y/N?”
“Yeah, whatever.” You chuckled again. The king of hell was most definitely an asshole sometimes, but it didn’t mean he wasn’t funny on occasion.
“Hm, see? Let’s not get so jealous, Dean.” His snarky grin still in place, Dean clenching his jaw. “Ta-ta, then. Moose, Darling, it’s been a pleasure as always.” With a snap of his fingers he was gone.
Sam looked to you. “What the hell was that all about?”
You shrugged. “I guess even the king of hell can’t resist all this.” You winked at Sam, giggling. Even Dean chuckled a little bit before interjecting.
“I still can’t wait to stab that son of a bitch.” You smiled briefly. You really did love your Winchester boys.
I’ve been good friends with this girl for several years (8+). Unfortunately, she has this belief that she is just not cut out to have a job like most people. It seems like she could use help when it comes to finding and keeping a job but she’s just not willing to admit it or seek the appropriate help. How can I be a supportive friend but also be honest? Love,
Trying to be a good friend
Dear Trying to be a good friend,
I have had many people in my own life, like this. It’s hard to support people who don’t accept help in the way you want to give it. You can’t make people try veggie bacon just because it’s better for them. It’s gross.
All you can do is listen and respond in a way they might understand. For example, your friend is having a hard time keeping her job; maybe she needs to make herself a job. Something she wants to do and has control over. Be your own boss.
The real key is to motivate the people you love without investing too much time yourself. You don’t want to get taken down by their shenanigans. Some of the greatest minds were not accepted by society, but they failed before they succeeded.
You can email me your questions at firstname.lastname@example.org or directly on Tumblr.
I have uploaded Rhett and Link’s Denny’s commercial - Bacon Makes It Better. This is the first one they made and I will upload the second one soon. I know most people haven’t been able to see it, so enjoy!