Sherlock Holmes fraudster who used name of fictional detective is jailed
By Victoria Ward, Daily Telegraph, 19 October 2017

‘It seems fraudster Aaron Cowan was rather lacking in logic when he decided to pose as a police officer and use the name of a fictional detective from the famed Sir Arthur Conan Doyle series to commit his crimes. It was only a matter of time before suspicions were raised that one Inspector Greg Lestrade, who turned up at mobile phone shops and bookmakers across Kent purporting to investigate fake bank notes, may not be who he claimed.

And it was Cowan’s decision to take on the mantle of Insp Greg Lestrade that ultimately proved his downfall. … Officers who searched his home seized £2,500 cash, an ID badge in the name of DI Greg Lestrade and a number of evidence bags among other items that linked him to the offences.’

Good lord – and, yes, this is a genuine news story. :O I wonder if the fraudster was a fan…

Now that my sleeping beauty of a boyfriend is awake i could finally scan this :D

FAPuary page 1. Smol iwaois. and a chibi to fill empty space o_O” .. i need to practice them. Onwards to finish Page 2! I tried to not use the eraser as much so .. a lot of this would usually be redrawn :’D… defeats the purpose though.

“We are travelers on a cosmic journey, stardust, swirling & dancing in the eddies, and whirlpools of infinity…” 

(Also available on my REDBUBBLE account (username : indamonseyes), as some you might have seen on twitter, from people who purchased tote bags and phone cases :) 

everyone’s afraid of something. some people are scared of heights, some people are scared of water and some are scared of spiders. i am scared of falling in love. i am scared of falling in love with boys who won’t love me back. i am scared of falling in love with boys who would tell me i am fat, who would tell me i need to lose weight. i am scared of falling in love with boys who would not return my phone calls or reply to my texts. i am scared of falling in love with boys who wouldn’t see my unconventional beauty lies in my dark skin and furry eyebrows. i am scared of falling in love because i know love is ephemeral but pain is everlasting.


Drunk Strawhats are Drunk

Luffy: Steals a box of cheerios from the pantry and screams “DONUT SEEDS!!”

Zoro: Passes out on deck and screams “I WASN’T ASLEEP DAMMIT” when someone touches him and then pass out

Sanji: Brings a can of sardines to Chopper and asks if he can fix his buddies and cries

Nami: Hugs the main mast and says “we’re having a moment” when someone asks

Usopp: *throws plastic balls on people* “GET BACK INSIDE, YOU DAMN POKEMON”

Robin: *bumps the main mast* *apologizes*

Franky: “Yo, I can’t hear you. It’s super dark in here”

Brook: *to a mannequin* “Would you be so kind as to show me your panties?”

Bonus: Ace, Sabo, Law

Ace: *Picks up a bar of chocolate* *holds it up to his ear* “New phone who dis?”

Sabo: *shows a picture of himself to people* “HAVE YOU SEEN THIS MAN??”

Law: *sprays the floor with disinfectant*

Robins going to jail.

Dick: The one that yells “I didn’t do it! I swear I didn’t do it!” over and over again while being taken to his new cell.

Jason: The one that yells “Hell yeah I did it! Whatcha gonna do about it?!” over and over again while being taken to his old cell.

Tim: The one that asks for the right to contact his father’s lawyer only to have his escort laugh and tell him “Oh the guys here are sure gonna love you in there” while taking him to his shared cell

Stephanie: The one who uses her one phone call to order from McDonald’s and ask her escort if they can pass by her father’s cell on their way to her own cell just so she can spit on him.

Damian: The one who stabs his escort when they’re not looking and escape from the nearest tiny window.

anyone wants to start a harry hate blog with me? we need to address all the things that this fandom doesn’t want to discuss: 1) I haven’t slept since April 7 2) my money? where are they? 3) sign of the times tells me to stop crying but also makes me cry every time I listen to it? this isn’t healthy and it’s fucked up that people won’t acknowledge it 4) harry offered kiwis but then performed ever since new york… what kind of manipulation of his own fans…. 5) he said he’s a cat person but we never got any pictures of him with a cat? can you say #fake ass? 6) he said he’s available always but I was out of milk the other day and guess who didn’t answer the phone so I could tell him to pick some up? yeah that’s right……… 7) he still hasn’t covered where do broken hearts go… the amount of disrespect I have to endure in my life is unreal 8) he smiled like the sun in a picture with a kid and didn’t tell me to wear special glasses to look at it? and now my eyes are #shook. He’s inconsiderate… blockedt 9) he wore blue jeans and only took a pic from the waist up… clearly he hasn’t my best interests at heart! blockedt and reported!!!! 10) I love him? so very much? he’s taken up every pizza my heart and left no space for anything else

  • Rhaegar Targaryen: But...*looks in mild confusion around* I already <i>have</i> a son called Aegon???
  • D&D: No, <i>Jon</i> is Aegon.
  • Rhaegar: No, no. You see guys I need a Visenya, or a Viserys, I suppose. Pick out a "Vis-" name. Have fun with it. I <i>already</i> have an Aegon and a Rhaenys. "The Dragon has Three Heads." Aegon and his sisters. It's a whole theme I've got going. "Gotta catch 'em all" and all that.
  • D&D: ...
  • D&D: ...
  • D&D: ...new phone who dis?
Some Things Are Meant to Be

NurseyDex, 7100 words, Rated Teen, AU, Fake Relationship, Meet Cute, Wedding, Fluff (here on AO3)

“You want another one?” Will yelled, and Chris made some sort of loud, affirmative noise from the living room.

Will took a second beer from the fridge, balancing both in one hand while he grabbed a container of guac with the other. He slammed the fridge door shut with his hip but misjudged the necessary force, and several papers affixed to the front floated to the ground.

“Fuck,” he muttered. He set everything on the counter and crouched down, picking up the notice about his rent going up, his reminder card for his dentist appointment yesterday, and—shit.

Will plopped down on his ass, staring down in horror at the piece of heavy cardstock in his hand. Goddamn, he can’t believe that he forgot.

“Hey, what happened to that—shit. What’s wrong? What’s that?”

Will looked up at Chris, who circled the breakfast bar and sat down in front of him. He vaguely waved the paper. “An invitation. To my ex’s wedding. It’s…it was hidden on my fridge. I forgot about it.”

“Do you still love her or something? Is this an existential crisis type of situation?”

Will rolled his eyes. “No, definitely not. But I said I was bringing someone, back when I got the invitation, and I totally forgot. It’s on Saturday.”

“And you don’t wanna go alone?”

Will made a face. “Not after I RSVP’d with a plus-one. She’s still an ex, you know? Not that you would know anything about that,” he added dryly, and Chris grinned.

“You’re just jealous of me and Cait.”

“True,” Will murmured. He stared down at the invitation and sighed. “I guess I could text her and pretend to be sick or something.”

“No, you can’t do that!” Chris plucked the invitation from his hand. “Just pretend to be dating someone and bring them.”

Will lifted his eyebrows at him. “Uh, that’s not an actual thing that people do.”

“You don’t know that!” Chris protested, and Will snorted.

“Oh, yeah? And where exactly am I supposed to find a fake boyfriend?”

Chris grinned. “So I have this friend from college.”

“Yeah, and?”

“Yeah, and I bet he’ll do it. He’d totally be down for something like this. Here, I’ll text him right now,” he said, raising his voice over the sound of Will’s seemingly-fruitless protests. He dug his phone out of his back pocket and spoke slowly as he typed. “Hey dude, you wanna pretend to be the boyfriend of my friend from work for a wedding? Saturday night.”

Will groaned, bracing his elbows on his knees as he buried his head in his hands. “Chris, you can’t just—”

“He said yes,” Chris reported, staring down at his phone, and Will’s jaw dropped.

“Are you serious?”

He scooted around to sit next to Chris, who helpfully tilted his phone so Will could see the message. Sure. He cute?

Very, Chris wrote back, and Will grimaced. “Don’t—don’t oversell it, jeez.”

“You’re super hot, Will, deal with it.”

“Is he cute?”

“Very,” Chris repeated, and Will snorted. “I’m giving him your number. His name’s Derek, by the way.”

Will sighed and scrubbed a hand over his face. “I have a feeling that I’m going to regret this.”

“Worst case scenario, you’ll have a great story to tell.” Chris got to his feet and held a hand out to Will to haul him up. “Grab those beers, third period’s about to start.”

Hey, sugarplum.

I don’t think I could keep a straight face if someone called me sugarplum in public.

Ok, strike that one from the list. Lovebug?

Just my name is fine. Which is Will.

And this whole thing was Chris’s idea, btw.

Oh, I have no doubt.

I just wanted to feign illness.

But this will be way more fun!

Yeah? You pretend to be people’s boyfriend often?

Nah, you’re popping my cherry.


Ok, what did I say about that.

This is gonna be fun. So where’s this wedding? Saturday, right?

Yeah. Brooklyn Botanic Garden

Ooh nice. Dress code?

Suit, no tux. Should we meet up beforehand?

You know that random bar/bakery @ Union/Franklin? Wanna meet there?

Great. 6:30?

Awesome. See you then, studmuffin.

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Well, he’s not wrong.

This is my first time drawing them in color. I also checked and yes, Germany and Gibralter have the same time zone.

I also have a newfound respect for people who design software for phones and make them look good. :)

I’ll find the post this was inspired by. Until then, please enjoy!

Song Review: Taylor Swift’s ‘Look What You Made Me Do’

By: Chris Willman for Variety
Date: August 25th 2017

Well, it’s not just the lipstick that got darker. Taylor Swift sounds like she is never, ever getting back together with her old ingénue image in “Look What You Made Me Do,” the first piece of fresh solo music she’s released since 2014. This is hardly Swift’s first time playing defense in song, but the tone of the tune is intended to get you thinking the bad blood she sang about three years ago has seeped a little deeper into her bone marrow. For these three-and-a-half minutes, at least, she’s an even badder Type A.

This introductory track from her upcoming “reputation” album (due out Nov. 10; the small R is hers) feels like the un-celebratory flip side to the previous album’s leadoff single, “Shake It Off.” The catharsis and playfulness are a little harder to pick out in this one, though they’re there, if you listen hard enough, amid some textures and lyrics that sound a little on the grim side on first listen, and maybe second or third play, too. “I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time,” she sings, in case anyone is still imagining her with that 2006 curl in her hair.

But if you’re au courant enough on all things Taylor to think that maybe those short clips of snakes she started posting the other day represented a desire for some skin-shedding, or that she really intended to send a signal when she wiped all her social media clean, Swift essentially confirms that with a spoken-word aside here: “I’m sorry, the old Taylor can’t come to the phone right now. Why? Oh, because she’s dead!”

Actually, it’s not just that late interlude that’s spoken-word; it’s the entire chorus, which consists of the title phrase, slightly amended, repeated over and over, over a throbbing-bass rhythm, as if she and producer Jack Antonoff had designs on doing an electro-clash update of the boom-car classic “Supersonic.”  (It’s the writers of Right Said Fred’s “I’m Too Sexy” who get a co-writing credit for a perceived similarity, though.) It’s part of the cleverness of the song that the tune’s pre-chorus seems to be building up to something big, only to drop into something so flatly stated, steely-eyed, and subwoofer-based. Whatever grander hooks she has in store (and based on past experience, you’d have to imagine there will be plenty on “reputation”) will have to wait until after this alluringly scowling teaser trailer of a single.

Who’s it about? Given how little of Swift’s previous work belongs in the fiction category, it’s a reasonable question, and one that’ll probably break certain sections of the Internet for at least the next few days. “How you laugh when you lie / You said the gun was mine” could be about a certain celebrity ex who publicly cast blame on her for a breakup, or about a certain perennial sparrer who leaked her phone calls to the world. Maybe the net should be cast wider, to a whole world of haters, as Swift sings about karma and adds, distressingly: “I don’t trust nobody and nobody trusts me.” That’s plasma, not tears, on her (MIA) guitar.

But it’s not exactly a victim song. “Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time” is the ultimate I-eat-feuders-like-you-for-breakfast line. And it’s a sign that, besides undoubtedly being legitimately angry, she’s still having a bit of fun here. “Look What You Made Her Do” makes the superstar sound like a tougher chick than the tougher chick we were already getting to know, but there’s also the undeniable element of Swift being a girl who just wants to have fun… the fun, that is, of playing around with her own fury.

Taehyung’s runaway daughter. part2

Taehyung’s daughterAU! 

Genre: Angst

[part1] [part2] [part3] [part4End]

Originally posted by blackandwhitebangtan

Neither of my parents wanted me, my mum found someone new and forgot about us. I hurt my dad’s feelings and now even he hates me. My phone battery is now completely dead. I have no money, no nothing and top of that, I was lost. I walked for miles and ended up somewhere unknown, somewhere I’ve never been before. I’ve been walking for at least six hours. I lost count after my phone had died but I guess it’s for the best. 

I couldn’t reach my so called mother, she blocked my number and I’m not even surprised, she didn’t want me, she left me, me and dad and I couldn’t reach my father who loved me, because his phone was switched off, I couldn’t find a way to communicate with anyone, there’s no one out here. I don’t know how to get home. Not that I even have one to go to anymore. I just kept walking. It was dark outside and there’s not a single street lamp to light the world around me and I somehow ended up in the middle of the woods, it was so quiet I could hear the crickets in the background. I was cold, hungry and tired. Was I just going to die here? Rot away before anyone could even find my remains? Those thoughts clouded my mind, I may seem dramatic but wouldn’t you feel this way if you’re miles away from home and no longer have parents to turn to, or when you’re stuck in this situation, wouldn’t these endless thoughts flood your mind and distort your judgement? 

I sat against a tree and pulled my knees to my chest, I started to cry. I felt like such a pathetic child right now but I didn’t want to die, I didn’t want to die before telling dad that I was sorry. But I don’t have parents anymore, do I? I have neither parents or a home. So maybe it’s not even worth living anymore, who would care if I was taken by a wild beast in this dark forest? Nobody. Nobody would care and nobody would know. 

No, dad will. I know he will, right? He said he loves me. But does he? He told me not to go home, that I can’t. It’s like I had the devil and angel on my shoulders telling me different things. I didn’t want to let the devil win, but it did. The dark thoughts loomed over me, dad wouldn’t care if I were dead or alive, he switched his phone off to avoid my messages and no matter how hard I tried to contact him while I still could, I was only met with a silent phone. But that’s my own fault. I should have believed him, but I was stupid enough to believe a lying cheat. She told me she would always love me, that she would always love dad. But she didn’t and now because of her, I’m made a homeless orphan. Barely even 14 and I’ve been kicked out of my own home. I bet they’re partying right now, all of them. Dad must have hated being stuck with me, that’s why he got so mad when I didn’t believe him. Because it was bad enough that he had to take care of me, but I didn’t even listen to him and what he had to say. I’d get rid of me too if I could. It was getting really late and I know it because my body told me it was time to sleep and so that’s what I did, I fell asleep lying by the tree on top of a pile of fallen leaves, still cold, still hungry.

I woke up with beads of sweat on my forehead, shouting out for my dad. I was scared because I thought he had left me all alone. Until I realised, I wasn’t having a bad dream. I was living the nightmare I was having, realising it was now my reality. It was still kind of dark but I could tell that the sun was about to rise soon. I was hungry still and now even more thirsty than I am hungry and cold. If I don’t die by getting eaten by wolves, I’d die of thirst. But oh well. I don’t have anything to lose. 

He told me ‘don’t come back’ and I won’t. Because mum and I ruined his happiness and he doesn’t deserve that and because I have no idea how to get back, unlike Hansel, I wasn’t smart enough to leave a trail so that I could lead myself back home. Instead I walked, without even taking in my surroundings enough to recognise the direction I came from. My dad, he was a great father, and I was too stupid to appreciate it, instead I believed in those lies that cunning woman fed to me. But how could I not believe her, when she was my mother? Someone I saw practically 24/7 whereas I saw my dad a lot less than I did see my mum, he was always busy but he wasn’t lying when he said he tried his best to spend all the time he could with us. I believed the wrong person and that too, puts me in the wrong. How could I be so stupid? Stupid enough not to believe the person who didn’t leave me behind. I could only imagine the disappointment in his heart, and that hurts me. 

I got up from my spot and decided to walk, but only fell deeper into the forest. The sky was growing greyer by the minute and I could tell that it was going to rain soon, I was scared and alone and like the stupid child I am,I started crying again. But this time I wasn’t crying alone. The sky was crying with me, as if it felt pity for this young girl who’s alone in the deep dark forest, unable to find her way home. I kept on going, getting drenched by the heavy rain as I carried on taking more steps into the forest. I was hoping to find some kind of cabin to shelter myself from the rain, but this isn’t a children’s story. I wasn’t going to find a house made out of sweets and gingerbread, even then a house like that proved too good to be true. It was cold, my wet clothes clung onto my body but I managed to somewhat quench my thirst. Holding my palms out I collected the rain water and drank. I don’t think I’ve ever loved the rain so much in my life. 

But the rain got worse to the point where it was thundering and lightning, a storm was brewing and there’s nothing I hate more than thunder. The sound terrifies me, and every time I hear it I have to call dad to rescue me or I listen to his music to calm myself. But I couldn’t do either. So I just sat under a large tree that somewhat gave me a bit of shelter, crying again. The only things that went through my mind right now were. Was he thinking about me? Was he looking for me? Can he save me from this living nightmare? Will I ever see him again? 

part 3?

Honestly, if your parents told you that you couldn’t go home, how would you feel and how would you react? 

Boys - Bill Skarsgard x Reader

Title: Boys

Pairing: Bill Skarsgard x Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: Imagine being Bill’s girlfriend and being casted to play Beverly’s older sister in the new IT movie. Even if you characters gets killed early you stick around for Bill and the kids who love nothing more than to tease him about your relationship because he is super sweet and cute with you.

“I wish I didn’t have to kill you.” Bill mumbled, almost pouting at you and you just chuckled at him, shaking your head.

“You can’t change the script, Bill!” you pointed out “But even as that, I promise I’m not holding a grudge on you. I’m sure if there is one man on this Earth whose arms I’d have to die in it would be you.” you said with a soft smile and for a moment he merely gazed back at you with a loving smile on his face.

“Die in my arms, not by them.” he said with an almost adorable frown as he looked down, swinging his long legs back and forth like a little child. Almost adorable because you couldn’t tell much of your boyfriend underneath all the crazy clown make up he had.

“Baby” you giggled how cute he was despite it all “It’s not your fault and you know that. Besides, come on Bill! I am very much alive and talking to you! It was just a scene, I’d love to have some on screen time with you but we couldn’t have that. Let’s just enjoy the time we have behind the scenes, yes?”

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