Jumin’s route is so disconnected from the main plot, but the implications for it are interesting.
V actually comes to the party in this route.
He promises to tell Seven everything and looks like he’ll keep his word.
The Valentine’s Day DLC shows that he took pictures at Jumin and MC’s wedding, meaning he’s alive.
He can also see well enough to take the photographs in the DLC, when in Jumin’s main ending he can barely see out of his left eye.
Jumin being part of the Deep Story never made any sense to me, considering you barely learn anything and don’t unlock a single secret. But while Saeran and Rika are never mentioned and nothing is resolved on-screen, it almost feels like Jumin’s route is an AU where V comes clean and lives and gets the surgery.
it really bothers me that people think that once you’re away from the abuse, you’ll instantly start recovering. in the times i had spent away from abuse, i had more panic attacks than i’d ever had before. that was because i was in a safer place to experience the feelings i’d repressed my entire childhood. it, unfortunately, really really doesn’t just stop or get better when you’re out.
can u believe they Did That™ and kelly got to talk about and mourn her very long, very meaningful and loving marriage to her late husband while still being romantically involved w/ a girl and end up happy w/ her?
can u believe her bisexuality wasn’t erased but actually reinforced by the narrative and made very very clear?
can u believe this interracial bi/lesbian relationship ended happily, with them literally driving off into the sunset like we’ve always dreamed?????
<b>Newt:</b> I made this case so all my animals could live in a welcoming environment for them!<p/><b>Ravenclaw:</b> Wow this is some advanced magic, how did you do it? Did it take a while?<p/><b>Newt:</b> No it didn't take very long.<p/><b>Ravenclaw:</b> And everything is segmented into different weather for each species with enough space for them to roam if need be. That's amazing. Could you show me how you did it?<p/><b>Newt:</b> *shrugs* The animals needed it.<p/><b>Ravenclaw:</b> Right, but the magic you used...<p/><b>Newt:</b> *slight pause* The animals needed it.<p/><b>Ravenclaw:</b> Right, but it must have been difficult.<p/><b>Newt:</b> The animals-<p/><b>Ravenclaw:</b> Nevermind.<p/></p>
The Flame Alchemist - fanart. I recently finished reading the FMA manga and I’m obsessed again with this freaking story.
I’ve been trying to draw Mustang for probably more than a month now and I finally made it. I’ve scrapped like 10 paintings of him so far jfc. Apparently the secret was to lay off the complicated lighting and just relax and draw. Anyway, not much else is needed to be said here. I like how this turned out and drawing the ignition glove was super fun^^ (i didn’t get to draw the lizard though :( ). Anyway, feels good to be back *single sparkle*
Made by jiyu-koya. Please, do not repost, do not remove source.
Requested by anon:
can you do one where Sherlock comes home from a long case which he finally solved but is beaten up and and bruised and he doesn’t understand why is reader is so worried because Sherlock + human emotions = ?
Summary: Everything from above, I suppose.
Pairing: Sherlock x reader.
Word count: 2,222
Warnings: Bloody, bruised Sherlock?
A/N: Fluffy Sherlock, I hope I got this correctly, my Sherlockness is sleeping today.
only quiet when neither Sherlock nor John were around. No shooting, or
shouting, no stomping across the room, no violin playing, no rants, no nothing…
Just pure silence. And even when (Y/N) enjoyed said silence, she was worried.
They were out on a case – a very dangerous one – and they had been out for a
long while without even calling like they used to.
her fingers anxiously over the fabric of Sherlock’s chair with one hand while
the other was holding a cup of tea Mrs. Hudson had prepared for her. It was now
cold and she hadn’t even tried it, although it looked like it because she was
trembling, causing a few spills over her jeans.
steps. Not Sherlock’s, not John’s and definitely not Mrs. Hudson’s. Limping steps. Yes, it was a limp,
maybe a police officer or a client. (Y/N) set the cup of tea aside and got up
from the seat. She walked confidently to the door to open it up.
like the secretary. She would receive the clients, attend the calls and help
Sherlock during his research. Since Watson got married, Sherlock had needed
someone else to help him through the process of investigation while John couldn’t,
and even so, she wasn’t allowed to go on cases.
wouldn’t admit it, but he really liked her. She was clever, efficient and she
wasn’t an idiot like everyone else. She didn’t interrupt him while being on his
mind palace; she didn’t get scared of the many body parts spread around the
apartment and she made brilliant observations when required, if not, she would
stay quiet and do her job.
It wasn’t a
surprise either that she didn’t take him for an arsehole. She knew his “condition”
and she was fine with it. In fact, she was almost a bit too fine. She cared for
him, and she was always there; kind of like Watson, except she wasn’t a married
person but rather a single one who just so happened to enjoy Sherlock’s
worry to cover the tea stains from her jeans – perhaps she hadn’t even noticed
them – and so she opened the door with her client smile. A bloody Sherlock appeared
in front of her.
was covered in blood and sweat, as well as his face and his clothes. His eyes
were tired, and he was breathing through his mouth. (Y/N) noticed a few bruises
over one of his cheekbones, under the eye, on his hands and she was certain
there would be a lot more under his clothes.
you’re here, I forgot my keys.” He breathed out. He was tired, and his voice
sounded as raspy as if someone had tried to asphyxiate him.
happened to you?” She inquired in shock.
“I caught the
murderer… I told them it was the grandfather but nobody believed me.” He
replied nonchalantly and tried to step inside. However, he was too injured and
ended up falling over (Y/N).
he didn’t let all of his weight on her and she was a tad bit strong so she
managed to help him inside.
grandfather did this to you?” (Y/N) asked as she led him to his seat.
“Oh no, it
was the grandmother. She’s a real ninja.” And so he flopped on his seat, “You
were sitting here.”
because it’s warm or because of the tea cup at the side table?” She asked,
turning her back on him to look for the first aid kit.
the tea stain on your jeans.” He chuckled. (Y/N) returned with the metal box on
her hands, kneeling in front of him. She set the box on the floor by her side
and opened it. “You look worried.”
I’m worried.” She hissed, “You and John leave for hours, no calls, no texts… A
murderer on the lose…”
battery died. Why were you worried?” (Y/N) gave him a dumbfounded look.
told you.” Sherlock tilted his head and couldn’t help but to complain.
Everything hurt him. (Y/N) sighed and proceeded to clean up his wounds as much
as she could. “You’re going to have to shower.”
you’re right.” Sherlock groaned and tried to get up in vain.
kicked the kit away so that Sherlock could walk freely and helped him up. She
guided him to the bathroom and turned on the shower for him. She had to help
him to take off his shirt as well, which allowed her to have a look on the
multiple bruises over his ribs.
bones, though.” Sherlock commented, he obviously noticed her staring, “Grandma
isn’t as good as she used to be.”
she beat you.” (Y/N) mumbled.
“But I got
them in jail,” Sherlock added cockily, “guess we know who the winner is.”
“Had it been like that for her father? She could never know. But for the first time in a very long while, she had some sense of who Anakin Skywalker might have been before his fall, and of the goodness that must have survived in him through all the darkness, all the years.”
She realized, then, something she had never fully understood before. She’d always wondered what had led her father to turn to the dark side, to become Darth Vader. She’d imagined it came from ambition, greed, or some other venal weakness. Never had she considered that the turn might begin in a better place, out of the desire to save someone or to avenge a great wrong. Even if it led to evil, that first impulse might be born of loyalty, a sense of justice, or even love.
Had it been like that for her father? She could never know. But for the first time in a very long while, she had some sense of who Anakin Skywalker might have been before his fall, and of the goodness that must have survived in him through all the darkness, all the years
So I came a cross a look recently I rather liked and thought I would give it ago. Very similar to the top photo only the top was long sleeved. While my look is close something feels missing, I just feel the top maybe looks a little plain. I am wondering what I can do to make it a little more interesting…