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anonymous asked:

This is all so weird like it makes my head spin as a mother of two and an OBGYN I can tell you that there is something going on here. Idk if it's the fact that there is no baby or if there is he's just not the father but let me tell you, as a mother I would be defending my kid left and right from embarrassment, I would not leave my house for a while to be my baby. And as an OBGYN the BC is very fishy, there is informal copies which can be given to the public those are the ones we give to 1/2

the ones we give to police or lost relatives that come into the hospital etc. You’re a very smart women and I can see that you have great logic and understanding, all that you’ve said pertaining to a medical side of things has been logical and most has been correct. This is not a situation of fans seeking a way out of having their favorite be a dad or trying to diminish the child because the dad has a bf this is trying to unravel something so idiotic it’s unbelievable it’s even happening in rl

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yes i just want to understand! Like i watch Investigation Discovery constantly because I like mysteries, real crime drama, etc. so this is something that is right up my alley. Fishing around and figuring out stuff is also something i do at work so it’s something that I think i’m decent at….and because of that - i just want to know why it’s so crazy! My brain can’t make sense of it because it’s been weird from the beginning

I just wanted to take a moment to tell that im really grateful for so many things
Like i dont have anyone i dont love in some way or another in my life right now
I’ve gotten rid of the toxic people who were once able to make me angry or sad
And if any of you see this, fuck you, and just know my revenge is to just do better than u. And im way a fucking head of y'all.
If you’re my friend or follower, just remember i love u. Even if we havent met.
I’ve never had friends be as close to me as i do right now. I love you guys so much.

My Stydia feelings

So, I’m a little upset at myself, because I couldn’t watch it because I have basic cable and MTV isn’t on it. And I tried to watch it on MTV website but you have to login with your provider and I don’t have one, so I’m really pissed about that. Anyways back to my Stydia talk.

Even though I couldn’t see the episodes I looked for the Stydia scenes on youtube and thank you person who put all their scenes on youtube.

When Stiles finds Lydia in that chair totally spaced out he pulls of the things on her head and the way she looked at him made my heart melt. She felt like she was safe when he was there, that she was happy that it was him and not anyone else. Since Stiles was once there to see her before when he was holding her hand and talking to her, telling her that she needs to wake up, maybe she could actually hear him talking to her.

BUT OH MY FUCKING GOD

THE SCENE WHERE THEY WERE IN THE CAR DRIVING HOME AND SCOTT WAS DRIVING IN THE FRONT AND STILES AND LYDIA WERE IN THE BACK. The was she touched Stiles’ face with her hand was so gentle and soft, like she was ready to kiss him or embrace him. I just died.

When they put mistletoe in her head and she screamed all of the windows shattered, Stiles only thought was to protect lydia so he held her instead of ducking for himself. He always wants to protect her because he loves her. But the way she looked at stiles when she was laying there shocked, she looked over at him and when  he said “do you wanna try and sit up?” she nodded and she held onto him tightly. And I died all over again.

And that is how I feel and what I think.

I Have Some Feelings about Padmé Amidala and Her Love for That Skywalker Idiot

fyi @womenofstarwars​ is to blame for this, their Amidala photosets made me write my feelings out.

okay so

the prequels were not well written, much as I love them. George Lucas has a lot of strengths as a storyteller, but dialogue is not one of them, and as he was also directing those three movies singlehandedly, he didn’t have anyone to tell him “George, you can write these things, but you can’t say them.” Natalie Portman did what she could with what she had, though, and

do you notice that Anakin Skywalker is the only person for whom Padmé will smile when she is in full Royal or Senatorial regalia? She’s in front of crowds and she knows it - she’s been in politics since she was ten, she was an elected head of state at fourteen, she knows all about perception.  She knows that many of the cultures she’s dealing with diplomatically on behalf of her people will already be predisposed to dismiss her as unserious because she is human and because she is female, and she’s very young on top of that. Because of that, she has created this blank mask that does not smile or laugh or weep or wrinkle its brow in anger or frustration. She only expresses herself through words. It’s different when she’s a “handmaiden”, of course - she isn’t hiding her emotions then - but she’s still hiding part of herself, pretending she doesn’t have all this power and all these responsibilities for a little while

and then there’s Anakin. Little Ani, at first, when she’s fourteen and he’s nine, just a kid who wants to free all the slaves and become a jedi and fly spaceships, and she thinks perhaps they’ll meet again someday but nothing more than that, but of course she’ll love him when she meets him again, through war and weddings and secrecy and tragedy. Even when she’s dying after the birth of their twins, she still loves her Anakin will all the pieces of her broken heart

and you can still see her smile in the sequels, when Luke smles, when Leia smiles, most notably when Leia smiles at Han during the medal ceremony in IV. Perhaps, when Anakin sees Luke with is own eyes at the end of VI, he is seeing Padme smile at him, cracking her Senatorial mask, one last time.

I’m aro bi and I want to come out to my parents but I’ve recently told them about my mental health issues and started treatment and while they were kind of supportive they also kind of think I just made it all up. I don’t want to just dump it all at their heads in such short time and their doubting is also discouraging. Mum also said recently(when gay people were mentioned) that I have to tell her if I ever got any “tendencies like that”(excellent way to make sure I won’t feel like telling her anything). I’m really sick of being in the closet but it’s just so difficult to get out.

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I’m so sorry that you are dealing with this. 

One thing I can assure you of is that you never, ever HAVE to come out to anybody, unless you decide to. Your mom is being a real jerk by telling you this. 

I don’t know what made her choose her words this way - possibly, she feels like you being non-straight would affect her as well (e.g. because of what people would think about the way she raised you), or she thinks that children owe their parents something for having been raised by them. The fact remains, though, that YOU are the person who is first and foremost affected by your orientation and people’s reactions to it, so the choice to be open about it, and to whom, is yours. You are also your own person, not an extension of your parents, and this is an incredibly personal piece of information. So no, you don’t HAVE to tell her anything. 

Unfortunately, I can’t really advise you on how to get her to stop making comments like that. You could try to argue with her from an ally position, and tell her these reasons - or any other that you find important - for people NOT to come out to their parents. BUT it is pretty likely that she’d at least ask why you care so much, and there is a possibility that she’ll figure out you are thinking about your own identity and how it relates to what she said. 

If you do decide to come out to your parents, and want some backup because you’re not quite sure how to have that conversation, I’d suggest you start with our resources page and coming out tag. If you have any specific questions that we can help you with, though, or questions leftover after reading those materials, send them our way!

Best of luck!

mod platypus 

ptprocrastination asked:

What drives you to write? :)

I get these random stories in my head and I have to put them somewhere. I love doing imagines you guys request because I can usually take a basic idea you all gave and run with it until it’s something that I like. I have had wicked block lately, it’s awful. I have all these things I could write but the words just aren’t there. But the answer to you question is, I guess, I love to live in the fantasies in my head, at night I imagine that I don’t live in the real world anymore, I live somewhere special. Sometimes I would rather live there because it seems better in someway than my real life, so I have to put that all into an outlet. I am a theater major and I love to sing, so that is my outlet sometimes, but somethings are better to write. So I guess it’s my own ideas and thoughts telling me they need to go somewhere. 

I love everyone’s imagine requests, they are so fun. I wish I had a way to bust through this block, because I love to write it’s fun. If you want to read some of my stuff while I still here trying to find a stick of dynamite to blow through this block, here is my user on Archive of Our Own (AO3):

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Look me up!! Thanks for asking!!!!!! Have a lovely day/night!

~Your Manager of Mischief, Erika

10

“‘Why isn’t [Harge’s] family cordial?’
‘They never cared for me. They’ve been complaining ever since Harge met me at some deb party. They’re very good at criticizing. I sometimes wonder just who would pass with them.’
‘What do they criticize you for?’
‘For having a furniture shop, for instance. But that didn’t last a year. Then for not playing bridge, or not liking to. They pick out the funny things, the most superficial things.’
‘They sound horrid.’
‘They’re not horrid. One’s just supposed to conform.’
Patricia Highsmith, The Price of Salt

The way someone can get me so nervous scares me, but the funny thing is you know nothing that’s going on inside my head. It’s like I know everything I want to say to you but all the words get tangled up and come out wrong. Have you ever realized that you could say the simplest of things and it would make my day go from being original to amazing in just a few words. But the worst thing is that all these little things I feel inside could never be said to you, because on top of it all, you are my biggest fear. I’m scared that if I tell you everything things will change, and will never be the same. So keeping it bottled up is the only way of not getting hurt.
I have a habit of imagining us doing things together. I imagine you holding my hand while we walk through the hallways of our school, ignoring all the judgemental looks we get. I imagine us taking afternoon naps together, with my head on your chest and your arm around my waist, with your free hand playing with my hair. You calling me babe, or baby. You holding my tight against your chest while I’m falling apart and telling me to focus on your heartbeat. I can’t help it. I love you.
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Terrible Things 《Stiles Stilinksi》

Originally posted by ashleyoungxd

{Credits to Gif Owner}

Word Count: 2589

Warning: major feels

Inspired by Terrible Things by Mayday Parade

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By the time I was your age, I’d give anything. To fall in love truly, was all I could think. That’s when I met your mother, the girl of my dreams. The most beautiful woman that I’d ever seen.

Sammy threw his backpack by his bedroom door and flopped onto his bed. He screamed into the pillow, catching his father attention. “What’s up Sammy?” Stiles asked his little boy. “I fwll wn luve wt tis irl.” Sammy said, muffled by the pillow. “I’m not like Scott so you’re going to have to pick your head up and tell me normally.” Stiles said, shaking his head. Sighing, Sammy sat up on his bed and looked up at his dad.

Stiles Stilinski was his role model. He had to be his father and mother rolled into one. They never talked much about Sam’s mom. Stiles chooses not too, it hurts to much. “Now what is it?” Stiles pat Sammy’s back, trying to get him to talk.

“I really like this girl at school, but I don’t know if she likes me back.” Sammy said, slightly embarrassed. Stiles looked at the floor, quickly feeling the emptiness in his heart. He’s tried. Oh how hard he’s tried to get over it. But he can’t. She’s been the light in his eyes since he was a freshman in High School. But at last. The bright eyed beauty The one who made him laugh, cry, and smile all at once. The one who he would call and talk about his sad days or even psychotic ones. The one who Sammy would call mom.

His Y/N.

“Sammy. I want to tell you a story.” Stiles began. “This one starts back in middle school. We had just gotten out of elementary school and I felt sick because I thought it would be terrible.” Stiles said. He began to slightly smile, remembering every little detail of the day. “She sat there. All quiet and untouched by the world. Like something out of a daydream.”

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“I feel sick.“12 year old Stiles said, holding his stomach and looking around at the massive students walking the hall. "Well don’t barf on me. Turn your head to the side.” Scott said, slightly shoving Stiles. “I got to get going. See you at lunch.” Scott said and walked away from his friend. Huffing, Stiles began his journey to Algebra. He dreaded the moment he would walk in, and the whole class start the lesson on the first day of school.

Upon entering, practically everyone was there due to the fact it was a freshman class and they didn’t want to be caught in a brawl with an upper classman. Stiles scanned the room for an open seat, and saw one by this one girl facing out the window. His walk was short to the seat and he took it before anyone else could.

The noise the chair made, had caught the girls attention, making her turn to look at the small boy. Stiles felt her gaze and looked up. Their eyes caught each others and neither could bare to turn away. The girl gave Stiles a small smile and broke the contact to look down to hide her blush.

Stiles leaned over to take a better look at her. “Hi. M-My name is Stiles.” He said, slightly stuttering. The girl looked up and gave him another smile. “Y/N.” She whispered, and Stiles couldn’t be more happier that she had talked to him.

She said, “Boy, can I tell you a wonderful thing? I can’t help but notice you staring at me. I know I shouldn’t say this, but I really believe. I can tell by your eyes that you’re in love with me.”

“So you mean to tell me that you got bit by a hairy man-beast thing!?” Y/N shouts, moving her hands around in mock jester. “What? Are unicorns real too!?” She yells. “Calm down.” Stiles said, pulling her arms down by her side and hugging her to keep her still. Y/N huffed, but eventually relaxed in Stiles’s arms. “Why do you think Derek Hale did this?” Y/N asked. She had completely missed the talk with Scott and Stiles about this, so now they have to repeat it to her.

“I don’t know. I’ve seen him ever where. and He’s been in the woods every time I go.” Scott said, placing his head in his hands as he sits on his bed. “Scott know that me and Stiles will be here there everything. If you ever need us we are just one click away.” Y/N name says, placing a helping hand on his shoulder. “I know you are.” Scott said, slightly smiling at his best friends. “Love you.” Y/N said and quickly hugged Scott.

She got up and walked out his room, hand-in-hand with Stiles. “Want me to take you home?” Stiles asked. Though she only lived a few blocks away from Scott’s, she still loved how Stiles would take her home. “Yeah.” She smiled as him and squeezed his hand, as they left the house. Both were in deep thought and just enjoying each other’s company. They started going out at the end of 7th grade. Their 3rd year coming up. And they couldn’t be more happier.

As Y/N’s house came into view, Stiles began to walk closer to Y/N. Liking how her tiny figure fit into his and her body warmth radiated onto to him. They walked up to the front door and Stiles kissed her temple as she turned to look at him. “See you at school tomorrow?” Y/N asked. Stiles smiled and nodded. They both leaned in and gave their goodbye kiss. Though this one was different. It wasn’t the same as the ones they used to share. This one made Y/N’s stomach flutter even more and had Stiles blush deep red.

“Bye.” Stiles whispered and turned around to leave. Just before Y/N opened the door or Stiles reached the last step, they both turned around. “Y/N?” “Stiles?” They smiled at each other, than looked down at the ground. “I love you.” Y/N was the first to say it. Stiles looked up, a twinkle in his that made him look even more so the Stiles she fell in love with. “I love you too, Y/N.” He answered, making Y/N blush more so than she already was.

With one last rushed kiss, they turned and went to bed. Both having dreams about the other.

Now, most of the time we’d have to much to drink. And we’d laugh at the stars and we’d share everything. Too young to notice and too dumb to care. Love was a story that couldn’t compare.

“Good morning, Y/N.” Sheriff Stilinksi waved to his favorite girl, after his wife. Y/N had spent the night after going out with both Stiles and his father. Sheriff said he wanted to treat his son and his girlfriend out to dinner. “Morning.” Y/N smiled at him. She was wearing one of Stiles’s sweaters and her leggings. She quickly walked back up the stares and to Stiles’s room. She placed the mug of coffee she had on his desk, then quickly jumped on him. “Stiles!” Y/N whined. “Wake up, Human!” All of her friends were some supernatural being but her Stiles is as normal as her. So she likes to call him human just to tease.

Stiles rolled over and pulled Y/N with him, making a roaring noise. Y/N ended up under Stiles and he snuggled his head into her boobs. She stuck her finger in her mouth and pulled it out with a pop. She than reached down and stuck it in Stile’s ear. “Y/N!” Stiles screamed and tried wiping the spit from his ear. While he grossing out, Y/N got up and placed a quick kiss on Stiles’s lips. “Got you up.” She said smiling at him. “Come on. You have to practice for the game later.” Y/N said and got up and out of the bed. Stiles groaned and fell back down.

“But I want to cuddle.” He whined and stretched his arms out for her. “Fine. But you still have to get up.” Y/N giggled and climbed in bed with Stiles. “Later. I’m still tired now.” Stiles said and puller her closer to him. Y/N curled up into his side and let the tiredness consume her again.

Y/N woke up an hour later when something wet touched her ear. “Really Stiles!!” She screamed and yanked her boyfriends hand away from her. Stiles began to laugh, then went down to kiss her. “Got you up.” He said mocking her. Y/N laughed and kissed him. Sighing she got out of the comfy bed and went to get the coffee mug from his desk. She looked at the board and colored yarn Stiles had.

In the middle was the word Benefactor. Y/N reached for the eraser and quickly wiped it away, smiling that all the killing was over. “It’s over.” Stiles whispered in her ear. He wrapped his arms around her stomach and kissed her should. “Stiles with our friends being nothing but supernatural creatures, I’m pretty sure it won’t ever be over.”

I said, “Girl, can I tell you a wonderful thing? I made you a present with paper and string. Open with care now, I’m asking you, please. You know that I love you, will you marry me?

"Why would you ever think that Stiles Stilinski!? Have the last four years meant nothing to you! Do you really think I’m capable of such a thing!?” Y/N screamed at Stiles. She was bawling her eyes out and wondering how Stiles had the nerve to believe she would ever cheat on him. “Y/N please stop yelling.” Stiles said, chocking on the tears that were pouring from his own eyes. “Stiles, why would you take the bait and think I would ever cheat on you. Even more so with the one guy I know you despise.” Y/N continued to cry, and fell to the cold ground.

“Please look at me. I’m begging you.” Stiles walked up to Y/N and took her in his arms. “I’m sorry I didn’t believe you. I’m sorry I didn’t trust you. Y/N I trust you with my heart. You’ve had since we were in middle school. Since the first day we made eye contact. I can’t bare to loose you. You have always been there. So please don’t let my stupidity get in the way of what we have.” Stiles said, hiccupping. Y/N was now silently crying.

“Look. I know we aren’t old enough and I know you want to wait. But at least let me give you this.” Stiles pulled out a black box from his pocket. “It’s a promise ring. Please promise me that when the day comes and you’re ready you will give me the honors to get down on one knee and do this properly.” Stiles said, trying to clean his nose the best he can. Y/N opens the box and starts to choke on tears again.

“Stiles.” Y/N chocked out. “Shh. Just promise me.” Stiles said pressing a kiss to her head. He felt her nod and he sighed in content.

She said, “Boy, can I tell you a terrible thing? It seems that I’m sick and I only got weeks. Please, don’t be sad now. I really believe you were the greatest thing that ever happen to me.”

“Please tell me she is fine, Deaton!” Stiles screamed at him. His eyes were blood shot and he was a wreck. “Stiles she’s fine. But I don’t think for long.” Deaton sighed. “For long. What do you mean for long?” Stiles asked panicked. “What Theo injected into her, wasn’t for her.” He said and walked around the bed to study Y/N. “Than who was it for!?” Stiles asked. “Stiles calm down.” Scott said and put a hand on his shoulder. “No, I don’t want to calm down! I want to know I’ll have my Y/N. She promised. She promised me.” Stiles said, grabbing Y/N’s hand and holding it to his forehead.

“The injection was placed a little under her stomach. The right spot where a womb would be.” Deaton said, quickly looking down, waiting for Stiles sad questioning. “Womb?” Stiles said and looked up. He stood up and looked down at Y/N’s stomach. “You mean she’s pregnant?” Stiles said, more tearing forming in his eyes. “2 months.” Deaton added. “2 months pregnant? We’re having a baby.” Stiles said, feeling slightly better. “You will but the way her health is, she won’t survive child birth.” This caused Stiles to have another mental break down. This one lasting longer than the last.

“I’m going to kill that bastard!” Stiles said and walked out the room. Scott, Liam and Lydia all had to hold him back from leaving. “Stiles we think it’s better if you stay. It would be better if Y/N sees you first and hears the news from you.” Lydia tells him. “Please leave me.” Stiles said. Everyone walks out, while Stiles just sits and messages Y/N belly. “We’re going to be OK.” He whispers to her belly. “I got you.”

So. So Slow I fell to the ground on my knees.

:9 Months Later:

“She’s going into labor! We have to get this baby out fast, before both of them die.” Melissa yelled and quickly got ready for the birth. “Stiles-” Y/N stops to scream. “I know I won’t make this. But please promise me that you will move on. Be happy again.” She said, too sad to even think about the pain anymore. “Y/N I-I ca-can’t. I won’t.” Stiles said crying. “Stiles, promise me.” Y/N pulled the ring Stiles gave her and handed it to him. “Please promise me.” Y/N said, crying. Stiles took the ring and began to cry with her.

With one final push, the sound of a baby’s cry was heard around the room. “Stiles do you want to cut the cord?” Melissa asked. Stiles walked over and did what he was told. The nurse took the baby away, and Stiles rushed over to Y/N’s side. “Is he beautiful? Does he look like you?” She asked, her eyes getting droopier. “He looks like you. I don’t think I’d want him to look like me.” Stiles said grabbing Y/N’s hand.

“I love you Stiles Stilinski. Since Middle School.” Y/N said. She closed her eyes and let out a breath. Stiles let the waters go and they wouldn’t stop. He felt numb. The thing he loved most was just ripped from him. And it hurt him so damn much. “I love you too, Y/N Stilinski.”

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So don’t fall in love. There’s just too much to loose. If you’re given the choice, then I beg you to choose to walk away, don’t let her get to you. I can’t bare to see the same happen to you.” Stiles said crying as his little cries with him. The both hug each other. One feeling the emptiness only a mother could fill. The other just knowing he lost everything in one moment. “Now son, I’m only telling you this. Because Life can do terrible things.

motivational iron bull

The Iron Bull would have a smile for you, as he always does, one that would crinkle the careworn angles of his face with genuine pleasure to see you. The smile would ease by degrees as he leaned forward and, if you are comfortable with touch, would gently bump his forehead against yours. “Hey, kadan,” he would say quietly. “Won’t pretend that words don’t hurt, because they do, they build up and up until it’s a wall it seems you can’t ever get around, but that wall is only one part of you, just like your fingers are. You know what else they are?”

He would smile again, slow and sure and bright. “Beautiful, that’s what. Because that’s what you are, have been right from the start. I know that little voice in the back of your head is telling you all sorts of things now, but if my opinion counts for anything, well. I would take you dancing, whichever way best suits you, and if you don’t like or can’t or hell, don’t even want to dance, that’s fine, too, and you know why? Because you deserve to hear that your opinion matters, that you matter, just as I do. Just as every disabled person does, just as they ought to see that they make up the whole of someone else’s world. And right now, you’re making up mine. Have since we first met. And that, I’m hoping, might help kick that little voice in its littler place.”

anonymous asked:

What to do if I like the boy and he didn't replay on my text?

let me quote a textpost that i found really accurate
“I really wish I could tell teenage girls that boys are not that important. They come a dime a dozen. Teenage boys are all the same. They are all gross and horny and rude and confused. And not having these gross boys for a boyfriend doesn’t mean that you’re a failure. These sticky boys have nothing to offer but a distraction and a head ache. It only gets mildly better when they are adults because you can begin to see boys who are ambitious or who have been raised right or who want to build and grow. But teenage boys are not it. And there are a million better things to do with your time that messing with these funky lil boys. So don’t let these boys have you feeling bad about yourself I know they wouldn’t listen to me because I’m an old fart. But I wish I could just tell teenage girls to invest in themselves and their passions so when they grow up they know who they are. Which is more important than knowing if some nasty lil boy has a crush on you.”

anonymous asked:

How do you draw faces and head shapes? All my characters look the same bc I can't draw different features very well D:

Good question. There’s no way I can put this in an ask that is easily digestible for you and cover all the aspects of the topic at the same time. People have written volumes worth of books on the exact question you’re asking me and it will take a lot of research on your own to figure things out. I’m still somewhere on the middle of where I want to be, not yet at the level where every single character I make is unique and recognizable. However, I’ll try to answer you the best I can.

When it comes down to it, it’s all about references. 

Any competent artist will tell you that using reference images is the fastest, safest and easiest way to git gud at drawing. One of the many benefits for using these images, is to be able to observe the motive in question and point out what is most recognizable about them. In principle, it means you have to look at a person through the lens of a caricature artist.

I will try to demonstrate an exercise I usually do to avoid the problem you’re describing. I’ll try to draw Oscar Isaac, first without refs and then with. I’ve never drawn him before, so this should be a fun one.

In this sketch, I tried my best to remember what stuck most with me when first seeing Oscar Isaac as Poe in Star Wars. In this case, it was his dark, heavy lidded eyes and mouth and jaw area. His features are broader, but delicate. However, I was much more hazy of his general facial shape and nose, and thus ends up making the drawing weaker. Though it projects some Oscar Isaac-ness to it, it’s not truly him, is it?

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Sherlock, Molly and John are back from solving a case. They all are happy but Sherlock is really mad at Molly because she put her life in danger for him. He's mad because he could had lose her. (sorry my english)

“How many times do I have to tell you, your life isn’t worth putting on the line for mine?”

“And how many times do I have to tell YOU, William Sherlock Scott Holmes, that my life is mine to decide what I want to do with? And if that means putting it on the line for you, then that’s EXACTLY what I’ll do!”

John backed up a few steps, clearing his throat loudly. “Right, then, guess I’ll head home. Mary’s just texted, she needs me to stop and get nappies for Lizzie. You two just, um, work things out, yeah? Right, OK then, off I go.”

Neither of his friends noticed his hasty retreat, too embroiled in their rapidly escalating disagreement for anything else to register.

“Molly, that idiot had a gun. You could have been shot. You could have died!” Sherlock was tugging at his hair as he shouted at her, while Molly’s arms were folded tightly across her chest.

“So could you,” she said through gritted teeth. “So could John. It could have been any one of us, but luckily I knocked his arm aside and the bullet went into the ceiling. Can’t you just, I dunno, thank me or something instead of shouting at me?”

Sherlock stared at her for a long minute, the slowly lowered his hands to his sides. His expression went completely blank, and Molly wondered if he’d retreated into his mind palace.

Two seconds later he moved, quickly erasing the few feet between them, his large hands grasping her arms and pulling her even closer to him. “Sherlock, what?” she managed to gasp out, and then suddenly his mouth was on hers, warm and mobile.

Sherlock was kissing her.

She quickly shook herself free of her shock and return the kiss, unfolding her arms as best she could in order to wrap them around his waist. The kiss deepened; there may or may not have been tongue involved (a lady never tells, after all), but at the end of it both participants were red-faced and breathless. “Now do you understand?” Sherlock asked in a near whisper as he gazed down at her.

Molly nodded. “I’m still not going to just stand back if you’re being threatened,” she warned him as she reached up and tugged his face down to hers again.

“I’m still not worth it,” he mumbled, but then she was kissing him and he was too busy kissing her back to continue the argument.

Little Things

I thought I’d try doing warm-up pieces before I write longer things. What do you think? 


Genos liked everything about Saitama, but it was the little things that made the fire in his chest burn all the brighter. A cheerful tone, a simple smile. A small gesture, like a hand steadying his elbow or a warning to be careful or letting him have the bigger portion of a shared meal. Even the idea of sharing meals was thrilling.

It was obvious to everyone around him. Genos was head over heels.

He’d never intended to fall so hard. At first he’d been downright distasteful, and then suspicious, but slowly and surely, if one could even call it slowly, Genos could hear a phantom heartbeat in his ears when he so much as looked at Saitama. His admiration had taken him too far. Little things reminded him of his Sensei, like sale signs fluttering in the wind and light glinting off a perfect dozen eggs. Being away from him made something in his chest clench up, as if, while out of sight, Saitama would disappear and never come back. Or worse, something might happen to him.  It was too soon when Genos realized that his goals had changed, and part of him had, too.

Family, he’d called him, without even thinking about it, but hours later he could still hear it over and over. Saitama was family, and the thrill of having someone to care for again was frighteningly sweet. But it wasn’t quite the whole truth. He wanted Saitama to be more than family, closer than family. Maybe even to build a family with him. The thought of making a family with his idol was one too great to bear, and it took him a very long time to cool down from it. Recovery was impossible when tiny hands and little smiles kept waltzing through his mind, upsetting whatever balance of imposed boundaries he’d been able to reconstruct after the last time he’d ruined things for himself. But this one might have been too much. Enough little things could overwhelm anyone.

Family. Their own family. Together, forever, and happy. Safe, because what in the world (despite his unfounded fears) could possibly harm Saitama? No matter what his nightmares said, what could the mad cyborg possibly do to someone so strong and so brave and so pure?

And maybe that was something little to Saitama, but to Genos, it may have been the biggest thing of all.

poivoi asked:

so my dad is giving me a flip phone in place of my smart phone because i am a feminist and apparently the media is "filling my head with garbage " what do I do

Well I have to say that really doesn’t sound like a fair thing to do. I think you should appeal to him that: 1) Feminism is not garbage…and it isn’t filling your head with anything bad at all, but rather giving you the skills to be a more rounded and respectful person. 2) Taking away your phone doesn’t mean you won’t have the same beliefs and morals that you do now, all it does guarantee is a more strained relationship with him, and if he loves you he won’t want that. I always tell my followers that in these situations your parent is, in their own way, saying they love you.  I would tell your dad that you know he loves you, and that in his mind this is the right course of action, but if he truly loved you he would see that this ins’t the answer and will only cause problems. I hope this helps, let me know if there is anything else that you need!

-The Daily Feminist 

“To my kind, caring, & generous friend I know the real you.@iamvalc this is a brief & fleeting storm that will pass. Life is about maturing, working for what you want, & becoming a better person. You’re doing all of that & I’m proud to call you my friend. Keep your head high & keep it moving. All my love.” -Henry Byalikov

We couldn’t have said it better ourselves Henry! 

Most of you guys are aware of the situation by now and the team has been debating whether or not to bring it up. We like to keep things positive over here at V.A.P. and that’s exactly what we are going to do!

We support Val because he’s a person who is willing to give everything he has in order to show his love to those around him! An admirable quality that’s rare to find nowadays! 

Help us show some love and support by telling us what you love about Val! 

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anonymous asked:

can u do an Aqua x Pisces head cannon PLEASE I need one for my health

YES BECAUSE PISCES X AQUA IS SO CUTE

• pisces and aqua seeing each other in the corridor and both of them smiling at each other, but being too shy to actually approach one another (at first)

• aqua texting pisces at 4 AM with something like “did you know that half the stars we see have already died? does that mean that we’re time travelling in a way, because we’re seeing the past?”

• pisces immediately responding like “really? tell me about it!” and the two of them discussing the topic all night together on the phone

• pisces going somewhere, seeing something that reminds them of aqua, immediately calling aqua or sending them a picture of it saying “hey I saw this thing, and it reminded me of you”

• aqua being surprised that anyone would remember their interests and things, and getting really happy at that

• aqua taking pisces by the hand, saying “come I want to show you something and leading them to a room/place filled with their interests/creations/something they thought was beautiful

• pisces sharing their dreams with aqua, and both of them creating stories and discussing the “what ifs” associated with it

• pisces giving aqua new music to listen to, aqua giving pisces new ideas/things to explore, both of them looking into what the other gave them at midnight, thinking it’s the best thing in the world

• aqua and pisces spending a day inside together, watching tv shows and building a fort, then running around and chasing each other, being silly, hitting each other with pillows and ordering pizza

• both of them having so many inside jokes together that they send each other snapchats, pictures and texts related to those jokes at least a hundred times a day, and whenever anyone asks them what it means, they just smile and say “it’s not important” because it’s too special and good to explain

• pisces and aqua having a discussion and fighting over their views, then both of them having a “i’m not talking to you” moment but eventually giving in and hugging

• pisces giving in first and trying to make aqua smile, aqua stubbornly refusing but also eventually giving in because they can’t stop themselves from smiling any longer

• aqua not being very emotional but only ever opening up to pisces

• aqua defending pisces, and teaching them how to not let people get to them

• both of them having completely unique worlds of their own that no one understands, and dragging each other into their worlds, smiling and thinking “finally, someone understands me” as they feel a glow inside of them, to finally get to share their world with someone who cares

anonymous asked:

I sent you an email about this but just wanna give others a heads up when writing that nothing is private. I think Donald is having his mail stolen (or giving it away?) as I got a letter from someone saying that Donald gave him my letter without reading it saying, we would be perfect for each other and then apparently gave him the first letter i sent him too. It's clear the guy has both letters cause he brings up things I wrote in both.

Yes, that guy actually pretended to be his friend and then stole a bunch of his mail and pictures behind his back.  Donald found them in the guys cell and took them back and flipped out on the guy.  He wanted me to tell you all he is very sorry and it won’t ever happen again, he was really torn up about it.

SHIT MY ROOMMATE SAYS SENTENCE MEME

warning for swearing. feel free to edit / change things. this is what happens when you live with an irl meme

“ are you telling me swamp jesus has a monster dong? ”
“ han solo would shoot stormtroopers in the nuts, don’t lie. ”
“ you get on the damn ship. ”
“ fuck you i’m funny! ”
“ i’m gonna shit myself and ram my head through the wall if my ot3 becomes canon! ”
“ they look like fucking hobglobins! ”
“ just because you can’t have adam driver’s fine ass hair doesn’t mean you can just kidnap him like the goddamn goblin king! ”
“ i know all your sins and they outnumber mine. ”
“ why does it always come back to sensual cat noises?”
“ horse hands has returned! ” 
“ fuck you my personality is legitimate! ” 
“ is 6 feet too tall to be a dwarf? ”
“ nice try but you can’t kinkshame the kinkless. ”
“ i had a dream that obama wanted to adopt me? we made cookies. ”
“ i tried to catch my backpack as it was falling but all i did was punch myself in the tit. ”
“ the jedi are ninjas and the sith have the sharingan! ”
“ i want you to look into his big anime eyes and tell me it is not a weeaboo dating game. ”
“ everything was shit: his blog, his posts, his memes. ”
” hang on, i’m updating him to let him know he’s wrong! ” 
“ i wish my boobs were bigger so i could balance my phone on them while lying in bed. ”