and want an irish friend

Whom The Gods Favor (1/?)

I am in under the wire but proud to add this little offering for the Monster Hunter + Soulmate day of Fantasy Pretzel Week. I haven’t a clue if I will ever get more than this little bit down but @barpurplewrites encouraged me to go ahead and just write up what I could and I am glad she did because this was really fun and I really hope I get the chance to share the rest of the story with you guys. 

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Despite the wind and rain lashing the Irish countryside the small pub was warm, awash with light, laughter, and the smell of hearty food, it was quaint, too quaint, and as Emma Swan stood on the threshold she felt a warning run up her spine–not everyone here was human. She evaluated the room with the practiced ease of years dealing with the preternatural but there were no obvious signs of what she was up against, no dark spots, no color shifts, no shimmers indicating magic, no malicious, hungry eyes, staring back. A few patrons gave her a passing glance or a nod but none seemed to be overly interested in the soaking blonde in a red leather jacket and jeans. If she had been younger she might have ignored the warning but she had learned to trust her favor, had scars both physical and emotional to remind her that while the Gods were fickle their favors could always be relied upon, and so she kept her guard up–an easy task since she rarely let it down.

She strode to the bar and slid onto the stool. A short, bearded man approached her with a dour expression. Emma ordered a hot chocolate which earned her a huff. So much for the friendliness of the Irish. Not that Emma wanted to make friends, she was here on a job and once it was finished she would move on to the next one and the next. It was a good life, rewarding in its way as she used the favors the Gods had bestowed to help humans with their problems or with the more vile preternatural elements in the worlds. She wasn’t strictly a Hunter but had been known to kill or trap a monster when needed. She hoped, for Belle French’s sake, that there would be no creatures this time around.

When Belle had contacted her about her missing child Emma had wanted to refuse. When babies were taken they were rarely recoverable–eaten, used in spells, transformed, taken to another world, whatever it was the kid wasn’t coming back– and she told Belle to just accept her son was gone. But the woman was stubborn, full of a fire that Emma couldn’t help but admire, and not afraid to play dirty.  

“Don’t you wish your parents had tried to find you?” Belle had asked.

“How did you–?”

“I do my research. You were weeks old when they found you on the steps of the temple. You grew up in and out of foster homes, never knowing who your parents were or why you were left.”

“My parents abandoned me because I was Blessed,” Emma said darkly.

“Or you were stolen by a god and then blessed and your parents are still looking for you.” Belle shot back.

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simplyshelbs16xoxo  asked:

May I request Molly taking Sherlock to adopt a dog together? ❤

Hope you will like it :) 

“What exactly are we doing here?“Sherlock Holmes asked his wife surprised.

When his wife told him they would go on a trip that would change lives, Sherlock didn’t expect this trip would be half an hour away from home to this place.

“We are adopting a puppy” Molly answered him enthusiastically with her cheerful voice while she parked her car in front of a shelter.

A wide smile lightened Sherlock’s whole face “Molly, are you sure about this? 100% sure you want to adopt now?” his hands were shaking slightly from anxious, anticipation, joy, he wasn’t sure, and his eyes were shining.

She frowned deeply and looked to him as he said the most absurd thing she heard in her life “What a silly man! Of course I’m sure! Why else would I bring you here?!”

He couldn’t stay in the car anymore; before she even turned her car off he jumped out of it, half running to the shelter door.

Molly followed her husband inside and caught him moving around the corridor watching every dog with wide eyes; he looked like a child who has been left alone in a room full of candies.

She smiled fondly seeing him like this; she knew she made the right decision.

Bunch of fluffy puppies caught her eyes and her ears as they were running all over the small place they were in jumping on each other’s cute butts and biting each other’s small ears in the most adorable scene she saw in a while.

Two couples were already standing in front of them deciding which one they would take home, while another couple was approaching as the fluffy gang caught the eyes of most of the people there.

She looked around to call for her husband, but she found him stopping afar in front of one of the cages like a statue, she couldn’t see at first the dog inside.

Few more steps she took and she was taken by the scene in front of her.

An Irish setter between 3-5 years old, she deduced, was standing and looking back to Sherlock like they knew each other, moving his head couple of times to the side, she walked slowly and stood next to Sherlock waiting for him to say anything but he didn’t for a while.

She didn’t say anything either, she only held his hand in one of hers, he told her everything, from the imaginary Irish friend he always wanted to have and his parent’s allergy stood in front of his dreams to how he turned him to his real friend he lost years ago to avoid the bitter truth.

“He’s a really quiet and good boy but it would take some time to get used to you and your new place, I’m actually surprised nobody looked for him from the last week, he’s a pure Irish setter!” one of the people who worked there cut their thoughts, Molly felt relaxed when he mentioned that nobody claimed him as his for a long while.

“He’s also a bit old, there still two puppies left if you want to consider…”

“We are taking him” Molly cut him off determined, squeezing Sherlock’s hand more for support, as he looked to the dog and the dog looked back to him as two old friends didn’t see each other for decades.

The man smiled and left to prepare the dog for his new home.

While he left with their new dog who barked all the way, Sherlock looked to Molly after he went out of his long silence.

“Are you sure? Isn’t it a little too soon?” he asked her concerned.

She smiled peacefully “Toby lived happily surrounded with our love and I want our home to be a warm place full with love and care for another soul”

Before he could thank her the new family member barked happily and span around them with enthusiastic steps.

Molly twisted her mouth in amusement and frowned “And it’s little late for this discussion, don’t you think?”

Sherlock laughed and kissed her slightly before they left the place, as his wise wife said in the beginning of the day, this day they did change lives, and they changed them to the best.

Dear media,

I’m a One Direction fan.  And I’m very proud of that.  Of course there is no denying that these boys are attractive.  It’s the entertainment industry, it’s pretty hard to be successful (let alone a part of the world’s biggest band) if you aren’t attractive.  But the 4 boys of One Direction are so much more than that.  They are human beings and deserve to be treated, and seen, as such.

Let’s start with Harry, who you constantly refer to as the “frontman” although this fandom would pretty much say that this band has no frontman.  Harry is an incredibly kind-hearted person.  He’s not the womanizer you make him out to be and he is so much more than the guy with beautiful long hair.  He bought pizzas for the homeless, calms down fans when they are having actual panic attacks, and has spoken out regarding equality, animal rights, and feminism.  He is an incredibly talented singer and songwriter with stage presence that many entertainers would kill to have.

Then there’s Liam.  Liam who is so much more than the “loved-up puppy” who is always the one being interviewed.  Not only does he have an absolutely amazing voice and writes wonderful songs, he is a genuine sweetheart.  He’s involved in multiple charity organizations such as Trekstock and Unicef.  He is always there to help this fandom feel better when times get tough.  He never lets us forget how special each of us are.  He has a fantastic sense of humor and isn’t afraid to be himself and be honest with his fans.

Next we have Louis, who you really seem to care about a lot recently.  Despite whatever personal drama there is that you choose to focus on, there is SO much more to this guy.  He is involved with more charities than I can name off the top of my head.  He stands up for himself and those he cares about.  He writes so many incredible songs and has such a unique and fantastic voice.  He makes every show so much fun for the audience and is so proud to be a part of this band.  He is always telling the fandom how grateful he is.  He is a businessman who wants to give aspiring musicians a chance.

Lastly we have Niall, one of the most genuine celebrities you will ever see.  He’s remained so humble despite all of his success and constantly seems amazed that this is his job, even after 5 years.  He is an amazing singer, songwriter, and guitarist.  He loves golf, he loves his friends, he loves his fans, and he loves being a part of this band.  He has participated in multiple charity events for causes relating to Autism.  He’s more than just the cute, blonde, Irish one.  He’s the guy who you really want to be friends with because of how absolutely lovely he is.

These guys started off as boys but now they are men.  They are adult males in the entertainment world and they deserve to be treated with respect.  Don’t touch them because you think it’s funny or cute.  Stop constantly asking them “what they look for in a girl” because you aren’t going to get some groundbreaking answer.  Start treating them like musicians.  Start treating them like artists.  They work so hard and have been through so much, and have provided many, many stories for you to cover.  Treat them with the respect that they deserve.


A fan who respects, appreciates, and supports this band and it’s members after their music helped them through a very rough time.

My therapist pointed out today that even though I’m still struggling a lot, I’ve gone from a very small and scared “I can’t…” to a firm and passionate “I will/want to…”

-getting to know Irish internet friends in person
-learning computer programming
-set up a group(s?) to help foster a wider irish queer community outside of bars and pubs
-Join a D&D group

I’m still sad about leaving my life in Vancouver, but the fact I have goals to help drag me out of bed in the morning and keep me going when I’m in Ireland is a huge turn around from where I was a few short weeks ago

Thanksgiving with my family is nuts. But also, my grandmother is asking if I have any other friends that want to join. There will be crazy irish men (all of my uncles) and really yummy food and a lot of people. I’m warning you now but if anyone wants to join, let me know. 

i wanna make some new irish dance friends on tumblr. reblog if you want me to message you and start a convo and then be like best friends ;)

I want an overseas irish dancer best friend that I can see at majors and we would spend the whole weekend together and practice together before the feis and it would be magical ok