also i hate that i agree with this

anonymous asked:

It seems like this is an unpopular opinion but I'm really glad reylo separated at the end. I think kylo needs to find his way on his own now, to make his redemption more satisfying. It wouldn't mean as much to me if he just chose to follow Rey, and also what would they even do in ep IX if that conflict is resolved already in tlj? They have to draw it out.

I agree 100%. Completely. Yeah, at first I was heartbroken, because they got separated yet AGAIN just like in TFA, but remember- people (and sometimes us reylos) thought they’d never cross paths again after TFA. He was the villain, she was the heroine- it was impossible. They both hated each other, is what everyone thought. I want Kylo to be depressed and get his development that he deserves. I do think Rey will play a role, but he will make the choice HIMSELF in the end- because he wants to be with her, as we see in the last moment. He’s heartbroken. We’re on the winning team, ya’ll. Slowburn angst Reylo fanfic, remember?

randomlut  asked:

While i hate antis and their bullying everytime they shaming a fictional ship because i believe that "Fiction is not reality", I also agree that fiction can be a good role model for the real world for example : Diana's characterisation in Wonder Woman to show us more variety of strong woman character or Theon's PTSD scene to how us what REAL PSTD scene looks like (and we're mad when people keep saying that Theon just being coward in that scene). How should we balance the two, in your opinion?

okay, so, first thing, I think we need to make a basic distinction and state that fiction influences reality and people might be influenced by fiction do not mean the same thing whatsoever.

then we have to make another distinction ie there’s such a thing as massively consumed fiction and less consumed fiction/fandom and both are also different.

then we also have to state that one thing is emulating characters, one thing is finding them interesting or recognizing yourself in them.

last thing that instead is valid for everything, one thing is good things being represented in fiction, the other is bad things being represented in fiction.

let’s go from easier to hardest.

easier: massively consumed vs fandom. now, what people on tumblr fail to realize is that most of the planet doesn’t not give a fuck about fandom or engages with it. I mean, if you’re into it you would, but I know a bunch of people who are nerds/into fandom who don’t ship nor are into fanfic. fanfic/fanart/whatever influences people maybe on a fandom-level, but if you assume that people at large might start thinking incest is fine because thor/loki exists (which is a purely fanon thing) or because jaime/cersei exists (actual mainstream stuff but not as large as idk SW), you’re frankly deluding yourself because only thor/loki shippers give two fucks about thor/loki and not counting a few people I can think of, no one thinks jaime/cersei makes incest okay nor abusive relationships okay. thor/loki isn’t even represented in fiction, it’s fanfic, jaime/cersei is represented in fiction, but no one would think either thing makes banging your brother okay whether it’s dysfunctional (t/l) or just downright abusive (j/c). in that case assuming that if you’re into t/l or j/c you want to bang your brother is the bad case which assumes that whichever fiction in existence influences reality directly.

that said, no one is actually wanting to make a social justice point while having jc being a thing or t/l being dysfunctional. it’s dynamics that are interesting to explore.

wonder woman giving more variety to a strong female character instead is extremely mass-consumption media which would show a lot of people that different type (because a lot more people watch DC movies than GOT) then you show them differently and they might start thinking differently about strong female characters. or idk black kids seeing the new star wars and liking that there’s a black lead (same for the mcu and falcon/black panther) is also an extremely mass-consumption thing, because of course most people watch star wars and know what the hell star wars is. in that case you have fiction making a positive impact on reality (or maybe reflecting reality) but it’s also, like, reasonable. because sw-the-movies have impact and normalize that the leads in the story can also be not always white blonde men with blue eyes, but the star wars fandom - and I’m just talking about the part that produces fanfic/fanart and not about the people cosplaying stormtroopers and so on - influences shit. no one is going to make people think force-choking someone is going to be okay because k*ylux fic exists, same as no one thinks that killing a bunch of children is okay because anakin did it in the prequels and no one is ever gonna think you’re a psychopath because you stan k*ylo ren same as no one who watches star wars (IN GENERAL) sees kylo and thinks WOW HAVING SUCH A BAD VILLAIN WILL BE A BAD INFLUENCE TO CHILDREN, because a generation or two grew up thinking vader was cool but no one ever thought what vader did was right. I mean, people who don’t have issues distinguishing the two facts (and usually the people who do are radical SOMETHING, conservatives or antis or whatever) are entirely aware that reality lets itself being influenced by fiction to a certain degree when it’s about positive things, not for negative things at large.

now obviously you have exceptions like fifty shades of gray which is a bad fanfic that has turned mainstream (relatively) and so now there’s a bunch of people convinced that it’s real BDSM TM, but that’s because in society people don’t get educated about how abusive relationships work or toxic relationships work so they don’t recognize it in shitty fanfic turned mainstream, but that’s where you focus your efforts and educate people, you don’t say that since fifty shades is shit then you can’t write books or make movies about bdsm period, which is what the idiots seem to want.

now, moving on to point one: as stated above, *fiction* as a thing doesn’t influence reality or every kid who’s ever read HP would have committed suicide trying to fly off the window on a broom, which is a thing that we know doesn’t exist irl and cannot exist irl. and mainstream fiction can influence reality as much as we let it for positive things, because honest, who’s ever turned violent because of videogames? no one, but since we all have violent instincts buried somewhere maybe killing people in a videogame lets you blow off some steam and whatever because you know it’s fake. of course there’s the matter of age appropriate content, but if a parent lets a seven year old watch GOT or play GTA and then that kid is traumatized it’s their parents’ fault, not the fault of the media which was clearly labeled for adults. or I mean, I read/watched media that was above my age when I was ten but I was ready for it and my parents knew it, if I wasn’t they wouldn’t have let me.

also, on the ptsd angle: in the punisher there’s plenty of examples of realistic ptsd post-war, but I haven’t seen anyone yet say anything sensed on what was to me the most realistic and well done character in that sense (lewis wilson) because people kept on saying he was *white terrorist* and that the show didn’t excuse his action with *mental illness* without knowing that having ptsd post-combat is like, being mentally ill. that show was excellent rep in that sense, but have people in fandom caught up on it or understood it? meh. people outside it yes, and maybe some people on here, too, but not as many as I’d like. same goes for theon - WITHIN FANDOM because the ptsd thing was fairly understood OUTSIDE IT. which means that the real world is getting more sensitive to that narrative, tumblr isn’t. in that case, the real world is letting himself be influenced or touched by that narrative, tumblr isn’t. what do we know.

so, tldr for this part: fiction only influences X as far as you let it and people in general do know that if wrong thing is depicted in fiction it’s wrong. I mean, I never heard of anyone becoming a pedophile after watching or reading mysterious skin, which is a really fucking good movie which doesn’t romanticize the subject at all. 

now, about the last part ie personal identification/emulation: now, never mind that emulating a character is usually done by the time you’re ten and before then you pretend to be batman while playing with your friends but you know you’re not batman, and past five you do know that if superman can fly, you a regular human being can’t. the point is that fictional people are written by real people, so if they’re realistic and the writers write them well, they’ll be relatable, and if they’re relatable they might influence you as a person or make you find shit out about yourself that might change you, and in that sense it does influence reality somehow, or if you use it to cope with trauma then it surely helps you, but who you relate to isn’t what others might. we can say that we have basic level, representation level, using-it-to-cope level.

now I’m gonna go use myself as a template since I’ve for good and for bad have used fiction to cope with shit for my entire life, so. under the cut because this is long and the next part is all personal shit so people should have the right to scroll past it xD

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@batherik replied to your post : My pet peeve is when Erik talks in fics…

my impression when reading the book is he uses it when he disassociates or depersonalizes - when discussing accomplishments and actions related to crime and abuse and murder.. like he has trouble processing this worser side that’s a part of him as still being himself

Agreed! I also think it’s mainly an expression of his depersonalization and distancing himself from his crimes! And he’s using it when he threatens, so I guess it’s also a way of giving his statements graveness. 

That’s why I hate when he doesn’t do it at all in fics or constantly, it’s such an interesting characteristic of Erik when used with purpose. 

anonymous asked:

As much as Peter is an asshole I can’t help but love his character and especially his voice when he’s having his monologues or just saying something witty. Peter was a good villain on TW in my opinion. He made sense as a villain unlike having Gerard and Kate in multiple seasons doing the same crap (once was enough) Possessed stiles was also good. And Jenifer Blake. I didn’t like the dread doctors or Theo. (Didn’t like that whole season TBH). And hate the last season even if I didn’t watch it.

I’m not the best person to talk to about Peter because I can’t stand him, but I agree about Kate and Gerard - they served their purpose in s1 and s2 and that should’ve been it. But Jeff always had a fixation with some actors and characters that really pissed me off and of course he had to keep bringing them back and acting like we all wanted them WHEN NO ONE DID. Ugh. Jennifer was an incredible villain in 3A, but again they had to bring her back for no damn reason other than to torture Derek. The dread doctors were the most boring shit, Theo was annoying (I only appreciated the fact that he was Cody because I really like Cody). The only villain that was really worth it for me was the Nogitsune tbh and mostly because Dylan was fucking brilliant in that role.

Overall: tw is a mess lol

killerpancakesarepancakes  asked:

I expected the student council to have a kinda look to him y’know? I don’t like like the uniforms. I feel like the uniforms should be like dark grey with white accessories or navy with white and black. Also I agree with the color palette also bothers me. Plus how the white haired girl has her arms like that??? It’s bothers me so much I hate it.

they don’t look like the school council at all hdndb like imagine a parent coming to the school to consider whether they send their kid there or not and those four come out to show you around?? and yeaah, the white uniform is too much, it looks terrible and hurts my eyes

anonymous asked:

Okay so I saw a tweet from Ryan Reynolds and it was a pic of his wife pregnant and he quote tweets "I did that" And idk way but can so see Shawn do that; maybe not like on Twitter or something but like if she's waiting for Shawn to be done taking pics with shawn and they are all looking at his s.o with her bump and he says "yeah I did that" With a laugh. Idk why but I see it. *also I know you HATE when people send the same ask to someone else, and no I didnt send it to anyone else*

THANK YOU. I appreciate this.
But 100% agree. I can’t see him posting it online BUT 100% saying it. FUCK HE WOULD.

justanawesomeowl  asked:

I just discovered that you have several stranger things and I'm loooving them!!!! Also, I completely agree with your opinion about Karen. I prefer 100 times more Karen as a good, worried mother than Karen as someone who first with Billy...

Thank you so much!!!! It’s been really fun to write for a new fandom, and I’m glad you’re enjoying the fics!!! 

Urgh yes, the scene where she flirted with Billy was absolutely hilarious and on one level I loved it but on another I hated it because the Karen of the first season would never have been so blasé about her kids :’( I’m just trying to write her as I think she wants to be

honestly tho this is why i hate white ppl who practice vodou voodoo or santeria cuz its like ur stealing my culture that u made impossible for me to access

like i personally dont agree with “if ur called to it regardless of race u should go get involved” bcuz its like

no u should spiritually suffer for something u denied to me and my kin

u should have to make sacrifices for the fact that ur ppl not only tried to destroy these religions but also
commodified them once u saw u could

u dont get to be happy spiritually when the rest of us have to make due with blog posts and occasionally finding an affirming book

no offense but i want a boyfriend but i also feel Invalid in my Bisexuality Tm for wanting to b w a Boy Am I Magically Straight Now or is this compulsive heterosexuality and maybe i just hate myself Smash that mf like button if u agree

anonymous asked:

White are you so critical of only white women and not white men?

I felt like this questions was coming.

Why am I more critical toward white women? Because here on tumblr, we’ve all collectively called out and agreed that white men are racist, and in society the most racist and oppressive group. There is NO argument when it comes to that and I agree, I am also happy that people, even white men and women alike fully accept that.

But it’s differently for white women.

While I am happy that tumblr is basically the platform for female positivity, there are extreme flaws in that movement.

Flaws that tend to excuse women for the terrible things they do simply because they are women—but not all groups of women, specially white women. Tumblr scrutinizes and is always harsher toward women of color than they are white women, hating on women of color for the same things they love or excuse white women for doing.

Here on tumblr, it is not acknowledged or generally accepted that white women can be racist and oppressive, while in my experiences white girls/women are the most racist group here on tumblr and in fandom. Yet, no body knows this outside of the poc community and when the topic of white women being racist or oppressive is brought up, white girls get upset and try to dissuade the conversation with “all women” or “let’s bring each other up, not tear each other down” bullshit. (Like I cannot count how many exclusively woc posts that white women have derailed and tried to erase a racial issue with “feminism for all”!!)

Tumblr does not scrutinize white women the way it should, because they are women. Yet women of color here are usually brought down, or ignored because of white women. White women are put on pedestals here on tumblr as heads of social justice, but when a woman of color talks to them about social justice issues or attempts to call them out on their racism, then the white girl gets upset and her friends do to.

White women believe they are untouchable when it comes to being racist/oppressive yet they execute some of the most racist tropes I’ve ever seen in fandom and claim they are being revolutionary or progressive. White women also fail to acknowledge or accept that men of color face prejudice and oppression , and they as white women have more freedom and privilege and are not nearly as oppressed as men of color—especially here in America.

Tumblr is filled with privileged, racist white girls who perpetrate their white feminism and think they know equality but they do not. yet, tumblr as a whole accepts the white woman as a sign of feminism, female empowerment and idolizes her; tumblr accepts that white women can do no wrong because they are girls and their feminism/social justice speak for us all.

And when a woman of color dares to speak out, the God help her.

So I will always be critical toward white women because as a black woman, I have only been subjected to racism here on tumblr by privileged white women/girls and I think tumblr needs to realize that while white men are the ultimate oppressors, white woman are not far behind, not at all.

Also anyone can reblog this and if you see it I would encourage you to because this needs to be brought to light!

su crit: *points out legitimate problems of the show like the ignorance about framing a human zoo as a utopia, the disregard of characters like Bismuth and the Rubies, the over coddling of Pearl, how the Diamonds are being framed as sympathetic despite being tyrants, the dissolving characterization, etc etc*

su stans:

su crit: lol Lapis’ color scheme is bright. Also I didn’t like this one episode because-

su stans: WOW look how petty this wannabe crit is if you don’t like the Best Show then stop watching l m a o


Okay this is it im sick of this.
I am sick of it. I dont care if I lose every follower I have.

Boys are amazing.
Boys are worthy of love.
Boys, you are a golden sunset against the black of night.
Boys are strong.
Boys are beautiful.
Boys are handsome.
Boys are pure.

Men are amazing.
Men are worthy of love.
You’re all amazing and I love you all.
Gay men are amazing.
Straight men are amazing.
Men of every sexual/romantic orientation are amazing.
Trans men are amazing.
Cis men are amazing.
Men of color are amazing.
Men are beautiful.
Men are strong.
Men are handsome.
Fucking stop the hate yo

Let’s flip things around, shall we?

All right, y’all seem to love hate me for my post about everyone’s reactions to Peter’s death, but a lot of you are telling me that Tony’s gonna die instead - and you know what, I agree. I am terrified of that, because Peter has the protection of sequels - beyond Avengers 4, Tony doesn’t. Also, I appear to be “surviving” the wait by imagining character deaths and y’all will share my pain. So in that case, what do I wanna see?

I want it to be protecting Peter. If my baby’s gonna go out, it’s going to be while being a dad because if there’s one death Tony absolutely cannot survive, it’s Peter’s.

I want to see Peter realize what Tony is about to do. I want to hear him beg Tony not to in his raw young voice, struggle to get Tony of the way.

I want Tony to hold his position, his mask closed so Peter can’t see how terrified he is, until the blow lands.

I want Rhodey and Strange to watch it all in horror, but they can’t do anything about it, not in time, not if they want to live to see Peter through the battle, ,so they just jump in to provide cover as Peter starts to react.

I want Peter tear the entire helmet off and start on Tony’s armor so he can get to the wound, stop the bleeding, anything to save his third father figure.

I want Tony to grab Peter’s hands and hold them tight, whispering for Peter to stop, just stop.

I want Peter to obey, but he’s crying and stammering “I can’t lose another dad.”

I want Tony to smile, weak but genuinely smiling, and say that he couldn’t have had a better son.

I want Tony to die smiling because he died protecting who he loved.

I want Tony to die smiling because he’s finally free of the PTSD and the criticism and the constant fear for his loved ones’ lives.

I want Tony to die saying that he loves Peter, the best son any man could have.

I want Peter to smile through his tears because he’s wanted to hear that for two years.

I want Peter to whisper “Tony?” when Tony’s eyes slide shut.

I want Peter to cry “Dad!” and start shaking him when he doesn’t respond.

I want Strange to pull Peter away, his voice strong and steady, but his hands are shaking like earthquakes, and the cloak is trying to hug them both.

I want Rhodey to say nothing at all because he needs to be strong for Peter, but underneath his mask he’s just drowning in tears because that is his lifelong best friend lying dead on the ground.

I want Steve to stop and stare because the man he’s always accused of being selfish just sacrificed himself without a moment’s thought and died with only Peter on his mind.

I want Bucky to falter because that’s three Starks he couldn’t save, because maybe Tony didn’t die by his hand, but he wasn’t in the right place to protect him, to protect his friend’s son.

I want Gamora and Quill to run over, stabbing and shooting anything that tries to stop them, and drop to their knees and give Peter a pep talk because yes, they’ve been there, but Peter can’t give in to the grief now.

I want Peter to snap out of it and look up, his eyes full of icy rage, and pull his mask back on. And then, in the coldest possible voice, in a voice that should never come from a teenager, I want him to say “Activate Instant Kill” as those glowing red pinpricks zero in on Thanos.

I want Wanda to sense his intentions and scream out a warning, trying to fling out a scarlet shield to pin Peter down, but he slides beneath it.

I want Sam to fly in to try to catch him, but Peter only uses him as a sticking point for his webs.

I want Wong to try to divert him with portals, but Peter dodges every single one.

I want the adults to share a look and a nod and charge towards Thanos behind Peter, because maybe they shouldn’t stop him. Because maybe, in his rage, with his powers and tech, with a hoard of others to back him up-

Maybe Peter can win.

And if he can’t, they’ll still fight to keep him alive.

And if they can’t do that, they won’t let him die alone and unavenged.

“i don’t hate vivienne bc she’s black” begins user cullen-lingus69 “i just don’t like how she doesn’t kiss my ass all the time and is pro circle :/ anyways here’s my cullen romance that i did with my smol elf mage despite him having killed mages in the past :) also i love solas too despite him straight up planning genocide”

“i agree” danses-chest-hair chimes in “i hate preston for being bland even though i only travelled with him for a mimute, and he had weak writing so there’s not much for me to do there so i modded him out :/ anyways do you wanna read my danse fix it fic because he had weak writing in game and i didn’t like it so i wrote 3 different epics about him featuring my waify sole! there’s a maxson/f!sosu/danse love triangle too! :)”


Sofissa+Jeffmads part 6

I love that moment where person A and B are about to do something really dangerous and B is all “Remind me again why we’re doing this… and why did I agree to it??”

And A gives a little list of reasons that start with rather inconsequential things like “You like how I flip the pancakes” or “I still haven’t returned the books to the library and if I do this alone I’ll probably die and you’ll have to do it and you hate dealing with the library”

And B is like point… and then A, almost as an afterthought, adds “also you love me and you were the one who insisted on coming with, you ass”

anonymous asked:

Hi, I don't know if you're taking prompts but I just read your scene about Andrew being there in Baltimore and it was amazing so I wanted to ask you to write something about Andreil + neck kisses, because I feel like this is a Very Important plot point that was not fully explored. Like maybe Andrew coming to terms with the fact that it's actually his favorite thing, and not knowing how to ask for it? Ugh I just finished rereading the series and I can't get enough of these stupid boys 🦊

(Thank you so muuuuch, and also I totally agree tbh)

He hates the way Neil always pauses to kiss at the hinge of his jaw on the way to his neck. It’s like a check point, the sweet press of a power button, and Neil doesn’t even seem to realize he’s doing it. He kisses with his whole face too, dragging down over Andrew’s bottom lip and chin and throat with his eyes closed, like he’s too in love with the experience to even look.

It’s killing Andrew. It’s stoppering the air in his lungs and giving him stomach ache with how bad he wants it. You like it. I like that you like it.

Andrew hates that he likes it, the vulnerability of that bared neck. It feels like a mistake every time he does it, but it also kind of feels like he’s taken the first shots of the night and he can’t stop, like the more he drinks the thirstier he gets. Neil is such a mistake, but he’s so so easy to make.

Kissing — like this, with the covers pushed down and Andrew on his side with his hand up Neil’s shirt — feels inevitable. He can’t stop pushing up Neil’s springy cowlicks and Neil can’t stop fumbling down to Andrew’s neck and sucking. It’s so humid and nervy-tense between them, like it’s never been, like Neil is singlehandedly dangling Andrew off of a rooftop.

Neil passes his tongue over that root of Andrew’s jaw and Andrew makes a noise so low that it sounds wounded. He just barely keeps his hands from forcing Neil closer, chasing that moment where Neil can’t help himself, circulating between mouth and face and neck before Andrew directs his attention elsewhere. He just wants to stay in that circuit with his hands open and his head tilted back.

Andrew’s fist must go too tight in Neil’s hair because he pulls back frowning, lips red.

“Sorry,” Neil says. “Carried away.” He looks troubled by this, like he’s not used to being carried away by things that aren’t arguments.

“No,” Andrew starts, and then stalls out. His hand is still in Neil’s hair. He doesn’t know how to ask for this; doesn’t even know if he wants to.

“No?” Neil repeats. “Okay.” He leans back and off of Andrew, passing one hand through his own hair and undoing Andrew’s work messing it up.

“I didn’t tell you to stop,” Andrew says, and the way he’s exposed is too much — shirt pushed up in the tousle to pull Neil on top, hard and marked up.

“In my experience, no means stop,” Neil says evenly.

It’s exactly what he wants to hear, he realizes suddenly. Neil finds this humiliating way of giving Andrew what he wants without looking like he’s considered it at all.

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I Hate Christmas - Sherlock x (y/n)

Word count: 1784

Warnings: none

“Sherlock!” Mrs. Hudson called from downstairs. “It’s (y/n)!”

Sherlock hurried down the stairs as quickly as he could. “Ah, (y/n). Finally. John and Mary are preparing dinner upstairs and I’ll be heading out for a bit.”

“Sherlock!” You said, exasperated. “You promised you’d stay. Even if you had a case. It’s Christmas for Christ’s sake.”

“I hate Christmas.” He said with a sneer. “It brings about carolers and holiday cheer.”

“Oh, Sherlock. Promise me you’ll still come home for dinner and presents.”

“Food is for the weak and I told everyone not to get me anything. I also did not get anything for anyone else…” He said trailing off.


“Fine. I promise I’ll be home for dinner and presents.” He said rolling his eyes. “Even if I don’t eat and I don’t have presents.”

“Good boy.” You said smiling brightly. You bounced into the building away from the cold, chilling air of London. Sherlock moved past you and into the freezing air.

“I’m not a boy (y/n). I’m a man. A very smart one at that.” He said quickly, as if in a rush, which to be honest he probably was. He then briskly walked away. Mrs. Hudson gave you a sad smile.

“Sorry about him dear. That’s Sherlock though. Always dashing about. Anyhow, might you come up for a spot of tea? John and Mary’s food smells so delicious.”

You smiled kindly at her, “Of course, Mrs. Hudson. Thank you.”

Time Skip

“Mrs. Hudson!” Sherlock’s loud voice rang from downstairs. “I’m back for Christmas dinner.” He said in a disgusted tone you could tell he wasn’t really trying to hide. He walked upstairs quickly, taking the steps two at a time. He walked past you hastily, using his coat to conceal something that he was carrying. “Mrs. Hudson, John, (y/n) don’t wait up. I’ll be in my room wrapping things up. I’ll be back in a wink.” He said winking at you. You blushed profusely. Trying to cover it up, you said, “Shall we start eating?”

“Of course.” John said with a happy smile.

“Mary, the pie looks delicious.” You said to her.

“Oh, I didn’t make it. John did. He’s a great baker.” She said bragging slightly about her wonderful husband.

“Well then John, it looks simply divine.” You said excited to dig in to the wonderful looking food.

Time Skip – After Dinner

“Oh, the meal was so scrumptious.” Mrs. Hudson commented, a little bit sleepy from the meal.

“It was.” You said, a bit sleepy yourself. “It was too bad Sherlock didn’t eat anything.” You said clearing the last of the plates from the table. As if on cue Sherlock emerged from his room.

“Time for presents.” He said lazily, as if bored with the whole affair and idea of Christmas. Little did you know, inside he was having a silent panic attack. He secretly slipped something under the tree.

“Ok.” You said giddily, smiling like a child. “I’m excited to see what you got me Mr. Holmes.” You said nudging him in the side.

“Nothing.” He responded. “I told you earlier that I didn’t get anyone anything.”

You looked down, slightly saddened by this sentence. Your Christmas cheer was being ruined by Sherlock.

“You know you don’t have to be such a spoilsport.”

“I actually do.”

“Why, Sherlock?”

“The idea of buying people presents gives some people anxiety. Anxiety about not getting the right thing. In fact, it is scientifically proven that people have more stress around the holidays.” He said with a completely straight face.

“Really Sherlock? You don’t buy people presents because you’re afraid you’ll get the wrong thing?”

“That is what I said, yes.” He said rolling his eyes.

“Sherlock… We’re your friends. We’ll be happy with anything you give us.”

“Really?” He said raising an eyebrow. “Last Christmas John said he loved my gift. He lied. I read his body language. He was not at all pleased with my gift. I was given a mental talent for reading people and it is a blessing and a curse. Let me ask you something, (y/n). Do you sometimes wish I were a normal person? That I’m unable to read people like a book?”

Without missing a heartbeat, you answered his question honestly, “No. You are perfect. If you weren’t the way you were you would never have met me. You never would have been ‘The Great Sherlock Holmes’, and I never would have come to you with my case.”

He clasped his hands together, thinking deeply. “Hmm… You’re right.”

“As I always am.” You said.

“Not always.” He corrected quickly.

You laughed. John and Mary came out of the kitchen. “What’s so funny?” John asked.

“Nothing, nothing.” You said. “Let’s go. I can’t possibly wait any longer. I can feel the presents calling to me.”

“Presents don’t talk.” Sherlock mentioned quietly.

“They do in my mind palace.” You said, teasing him.

He sighed tiredly, “Let’s just get on with the presents.”

John cleared his throat. “Ok then. Let’s see, first present.” He picked up a box with green wrapping. He said out loud, “For Mary and John, from (y/n).” You smiled as they unwrapped it together. They pulled out a small onesie.

“It’s for the baby.” You said smiling brightly. “Do you guys like it?”

Mary turned to you. “Oh, (y/n). We love it!” She came over to hug you.

John said, “Thank you (y/n). It’s a wonderful gift.”

You picked the next box. “For Sherlock, from John and Mary.” You smiled at the couple as you unwrapped the present for Sherlock. You pulled out a hat. You laughed. Sherlock rolled his eyes and looked at the hat in disgust. You smiled at Mary, “Thanks guys.” You looked at John and mouthed, “I’ll make him wear it.” The next present was for Mrs. Hudson, from John and Mary. It was a nice pink shawl. John and Mary had given you a nice coat that matched Sherlock’s. The presents from John and Mary were all wonderful. Next, it was your turn to give everyone presents. You had already given John and Mary their present so you gave Mrs. Hudson hers. Sher pulled out a blouse, a skirt, and a pair of heels all matching the same royal blue color. “Thank you, dear.” She said smiling at you.

“Of course, Mrs. Hudson.” You said, matching her smile. Then you handed Sherlock his present. He opened it and was surprised to see a brand new blue scarf.

“Thank you very much, (y/n).” He said looking over at you.

You smiled at him, “Anything for you, Sherlock.”

Mrs. Hudson seemed to be ready to bounce out of her seat. Sher quickly handed everyone their presents. Your gift was a nice jumper. “Mrs. Hudson, did you knit this all by yourself?” You inquired.

“Yes I did.” She said quite proudly. Sherlock’s was a fancy suit.

“Mrs. Hudson, where did you get this?” He asked.

“Oh, it was from a real fancy shop. I know you have a lot of suits, but this one just seemed to pop to me. It would look perfect on you. I mean you have all black suits; you never wear blue. I thought it would look real nice on you.”

“Thank you. I like it.” He said cautiously, as if his words might offend her. Everyone looked around. There were no more presents to be opened. Everyone looked expectantly at Sherlock. They didn’t seem surprised, however. They soon all packed up and left, save for Mrs. Hudson, who had gone upstairs. You started to clean up the trash on the ground from the presents. Sherlock watched you carefully, studying you. You had finished clearing all of the wrapping paper from around the tree when a little twinkle from under the tree caught your eye. You reached a hand under the tree and felt a box. You pulled it out. It was a small box covered with shiny silver wrapping paper. Carefully you turned it over, ‘To my dear (y/n), from your Sherlock,’ it said in fancy writing on the wrapping paper. You turned to Sherlock and he gave you a smile. “I didn’t want you to open it in front of everyone.” He said smirking at your surprised face.

“Here, I thought you were a pompous jackass who was too good to get anyone anything.” You commented, joking lightly. Sherlock only rolled his eyes.

“Open it.” He said. “Before I change my mind and return it.”

“Now I know what you meant when you said you were in your room, ‘wrapping things up’. You meant it literally, that you actually were ‘wrapping something up’. Gosh, you are clever.”

“I know.” He said, sarcastically. “Now open it.”

You excitedly ripped off the wrapping paper. Inside was a black square velvet box. You gasped in surprise. It was from Tiffany’s. You traced your fingers along the velvet on the outside of the box. “What is it?” You asked Sherlock, looking over at him. He only smiled mysteriously.

“Open it and see.”

You opened the box to see the diamond necklace you had been drooling over for a long time every time you passed the window of Tiffany’s. “Sherlock! You didn’t have to get me this.”

“I actually did. Did you think I wouldn’t notice how every day when we walked past the store you looked longingly and lovingly at this necklace. I read John, I can read you too.”

“Sherlock! This is just too much. I-I” You were at a loss for words. You looked down at the box and noticed there was another, much smaller, box inside. You picked it up. “Sherlock… What’s this?”

He stayed silent. So you took the box carefully in your hands and opened it up. Inside was a beautiful diamond ring. You gasped. “Oh my. Oh my gosh.” You looked up at Sherlock. He smiled mysteriously.

“I see no need to get on one knee and all so I’ll just say it. Will you (y/n) (y/l/n) the most beautiful and clever and kind and funny person I have ever met and also my favorite human being in this entire wretched world, agree to be my wife?”

“Yes, Sherlock. Yes of course I’ll be your wife.” You stood up to hug him and as you hugged you noticed a small green plant hanging on top of Sherlock’s head. You smiled. As you pulled apart from the hug you pecked Sherlock on the lips.

“What was that for?” He questioned.

“Tradition.” You responded with a smirk.

“I hate tradition.”

“Is there anything you don’t hate?”

“I don’t hate you.”

You smiled softly. “Hey, don’t get soft on me now Mr. Holmes.”

“I won’t Mrs. Holmes.”

The End

Threaten my livelihood, don't be surprised when I come at you harder.

This happened a few years ago and it’s somewhat lengthy but I’ll try and keep it reasonable. TL;DR below.

It all started when I moved to Nevada with my dad because my parents had divorced relatively recently and he wanted me to stick around and help him with my younger siblings. He is the hardest working man I’ve ever met, and I didn’t have anything really going on besides kind of roaming, so when he asked if I could move in with him and just kind of be there for my little brother and sister in exchange for room and board, I wasn’t going to say no.

Anyway, we ended up moving to Nevada in our travels because he was in the mining field and there happened to be a mine there.

A little later on, he hooked me up with a job at the mine too. Nothing special, just working in the warehouse doing various duties. It paid well though and I was pretty strapped for cash so I was glad for it.

I actually enjoyed it for the first 2ish months.

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Halloween Prompts

Because as a spooky bitch, I love spooky things. 

Originally posted by xxfallintowinterxx

I told you guys I’d do something fun for October though! Since I slacked so incredibly on those drabbles, I thought I’d make it up to you guys and post this list! So feel free to request these (multiple numbers will be accepted) with a Star Wars character (or the Solo triplets) and I will gladly fill your request!

Trick-or-Treat and Costume Themed:

1.  “We should do a couples costume.”

2. “Who ate all my candy?!!”

3. “You’re too old to go trick-or-treating.”

4. “What God-awful demon possessed you to wear that?”

5. “I know the neighborhood by heart, which also means I know exactly which houses give out the King Size bars.”

6. “That costume really is convincing. You might terrify a few too many children.”

7. “I hate costumes, just get me a shirt.”

8. “I will dress up as literally anything else, but don’t make me wear this..”

9. “Look, I dressed up as you.”

10. “Oh we’re going all the way around. I want this sack to be filled to the brim with sugar.”

11. “Well, they were out of mens costumes so…”

12. “And…what are you supposed to be?”

13. “I thought you agreed I should wear this costume to the party tonight?” “Oh I agreed to you wearing it tonight, but I had no party in mind”

14. “Shit we’re out of candy, and those kids are on their way.”

15. “Come on, just let me scare a few trick-or-treaters.” “You’re going to horrify them!” “It’ll build character.”


16. ”If you say let’s split up, I swear to God.”

17. “Did you hear that?”

18.  “I swear I saw that move!“

19.  “Hey, this isn’t funny.”

20. “We shouldn’t be in here.”

21. “Oh my gaud, I think the crystal ball is working. The spirits are telling me you’re a dumbass.”

22. “Anybody else notice the small child staring at us?”

23. “The house is not haunted.”

24. “Why are you so determined to see this ghost anyway?”

25. “Why the hell did you bring a ouija board? You know how I feel about that shit.”

26. “I dare you to go down there.”

27. “Mmm, I appreciated that little murmuring you did in my ear.” “….That wasn’t me.”

28. “Is it just me or did it just get really cold in here?”

29. “That wasn’t there before.”


 30. “H-holy shit, why-why is there no reflection?”

 31. “The moon looks beautiful tonight.”

 32. “What are you?!”

 33. “No, don’t come any closer!!“

 34. “Take off that mask….that is a mask right?”

 35. “I thought I saw…nevermind.”

 36. “I am centuries old. You need to do more than that to get rid of me.”

37. “Just one bite.”


39. “Lock the doors!”

40. “What’s that in the water?”

41. “We aren’t all that bad.”

42. “No! I can’t shoot you!”

43. “Do you know what I am?”

44. “You look good enough to eat.”

45. “You humans are always so gullible.”

46. “Nobody’s ever gotten past that cove.” “Why?” “Have you not heard the tale?”

47. “I thought I was the only one.”

48. “Would you like to join me?”

49. “…Sarcophagus’ aren’t supposed to open…right?”

50. “What the hell is it doing?”

51. “Get away from me!!”

52. “I suppose my secret’s out.”

53. “Don’t go out there. Especially once the sun goes down.” “Why not?” “You don’t wanna know.”

54. “Come closer.”

55. ”I just want to be normal again.”


56. “Trust no one tonight.”

57. “What are you doing out here?”

58. “Making out in a graveyard?”

59. “Did you seriously injure yourself carving a pumpkin?”

60. “There are some things about Halloween you don’t understand.”

61. “He’s gonna get you! He’s gonna get you!!”

62. “Humans are idiots.”

63. “I’m the tall dark stranger your parents warned you about.”

64. “How did you do that?”

65. “Why don’t you just take your broomstick and shove it?”

66. “You did this!!”

67. “This is disgusting.”

68. “There will be a lot of screaming tonight.”

69. “Can’t you like wiggle your nose or something and everything works out?”

70. “I hate Halloween.”

71. “I’m scared.”

72. “If you can’t wake up from the nightmare, maybe you’re not asleep.”

73. “Do you think keeping your eyes shut will keep you safe?”

74. “You don’t feel it yet…but you will. Soon.”

75. “What did you do to me?!”

76. “Somebody’s watching us.”

77. “The legend said it only goes after virgins…so sucks for you I guess.”

78. “Y-your eyes, what’s happening to your eyes?”

79. “Feed me.”

80. “I just found out my best friend and love of my life isn’t human and you’re criticizing me for being shocked?!”