anonymous asked:

And she looked so miserable around him. Those arms behind her back I still dream at night. So why was she behaving like that? I could understand then that they didn't want to make it official but why she was so unhappy? So not herself? God and we all saw her with David for god's sake! And maybe I am still angry at her but I feel really sorry for her that she is so blind if goes to men :/

I am not sorry for her because she is not forced into anything she makes her own choices and therefore has to live with them.
As she herself says she can do whatever the fuck she wants!
And I know I’ll get a lot of hater anons for what I say next but
That “I can do whatever the fuck I want” sentences is the biggest BS because you can’t that’s not how family, friendships, communities, workplaces etc function
If everybody does whatever they want we would live in a world of egocentric assholes.
You have responsibilities not just for your self but for your loved ones and therefore you can’t do whatever you want because all your actions affect the people around you. And if you are caring, kind and emphatic you will think about those around you before you go ahead and just to whatever pleases you…

I know it might be cool to just not give a fuck and just do things but that’s exactly why we live in such a fucked up competitive, selfish and egoistic society

honestly, if I ever found out a dude asked my dad for permission to marry me before asking me, he’d be dumped so fast

Sherlolly prompt #73, 53, 100

An Interlude in the Morgue

“You don’t have to stay,” Molly murmured.

Sherlock nodded in assent. “You’re right. I don’t.”

She couldn’t help but feel put out by his harsh words. However, he made no motion to leave the premises. Instead, he tucked his hands behind his back and seemed determined to enjoy the companionable silence. She wanted to ask a number of questions. But she was wary of scaring him away. He does tend to take flight at uncomfortable events.

“Don’t you have somewhere you need to be?”

He stared at her, assessing her mood. He gave a noncommittal shrug.

His nonchalance, while comforting, is a little vexing. What does it mean? She lifted the cup of tea he procured for her from the canteen upstairs. The worst part about being in a morgue is travelling five floors up for a halfway decent cup of tea. She took a sip at the tepid cuppa.

“Is there…can I help you with something?”

“No,” he assured her while glancing at his fob watch. Then a peculiar thing happened. He gave her a cheeky smile.

It’s disconcerting to see it directed at her. It’s something from his arsenal that he uses to disarm people on a case. While it may be perfectly innocent, she can’t help but be suspicious.

“Is this some sort of experiment?” she asked with a frown.

His impassive face colored slightly. “No.”

“Then what is going on Sherlock? Your slides are already being tested as we speak. Results won’t be in until tomorrow morning, which I will make sure you get immediately. There’s no body to inspect. There’s nothing for you here. So what are you doing?”

He tensed at the exasperation in her voice. He seemed to deliberate what he was going to say. In a low voice, he choked out, “I’m flirting with you.”

Molly was stunned to silence. She gaped at him with an open mouth while the embarrassed man looked about ready to bolt away.

“You’re flirting with me by standing in a corner at the local morgue in silence.”

“And I brought you a drink.”

“The tea I begged you to get because I was performing a brain dissection.”


“Is this a joke?”

He made a sound of frustration. Molly was too confused to even attempt comforting him. “It has come to my attention-”


His eyes narrowed slightly. “That I could get insensitive with my words and that I am inept at expressing genuine sentiment therefore it would be best if I ‘shut my trap’ as it were.”

“Ah, the prettier Watson then. But it doesn’t explain why you’re trying to flirt with me.”

Sherlock scoffed. “Doctor Hooper, you and I both know that you possess a great mind capable of inference. Don’t be obtuse.”

“And you still haven’t answered the question,” she pressed on.

“It would seem that in all our interactions together, I seem to have…ahem…grown fond of you.”

“Fond?” she repeated the word acerbically.

“Perhaps, a better term would be more apt to describe my…feelings.”

“And that is?”

He took a deep breath and looked at her straight in the eyes. “I adore you.”

Molly felt a rush of elation and giddiness.

“There are you happy now?”

She nodded slowly, a shy smile tugging her lips. “Yes.”

A tinge of pink touched his cheeks. He looked anywhere else but her. “That’s good to know.”

“Yes, very good indeed.”


“I am amenable to that,” she responded.



A second passed. Then the two simultaneously started for each other and locked together for a passionate kiss.


Maybe this is a little out of character for Sherlock but I am fond of the socially awkward Sherlock Holmes. He’s a fun character to write. From this prompt list   

Oh fuck this shit. The application for this job took some THREE MONTHS and I jumped through all their hoops, and now that the question was whether they actually take me they are “uwu unhappy to inform me” that there was ONE other candidate and “she fits better with the team”.


What the fuck have I done wrong??

This is seriously eating on me now. Like, everything was perfect enough to get through rounds 1 to probably-10-or-something, but then I “didn’t fit with the team”, even though I thought everything was going great with them??

Like, I keep going to interviews and I’m nice and social and I think I sell myself well and that the chemistry is good, but afterwards everyone without fail seems to make a retching motion behind my back and tells the boss not to hire me? This is how I feel at least… Really, really unlikable. -_-


Yeah baby I’m back! Back from Disneyland Paris which was absolutely fantastic! Ah words can’t describe the fun I had! I have a few pictures which I’ll share in due time but omg I miss it already :(

There was some drama and I lost a friend due to her backstabbing and very hurtful comments about my behind my back but it’s happened and I’m moving on.

It’ll take another a day or two to fully recover from the exhaustion since I didn’t get much sleep while I was there, too much to do haha but I did meet my favourite character of Tigger :D and the two cast members we’re friends with looked after us so well!

But I’m back safe and ready to catch up on the fics I have missed! Unpacking can be done later ;)

anonymous asked:

Art request: Scheming Charlotte Pudding (not Evil, nor Good), show her playing nice, while she holds some extracted memories behind her back (memories pictured as films).

Kinda confusing request. This was one of the requests at the bottom of my inbox. sorry it took forever..

Colored by @missgoldnweek

anonymous asked:

hey hey em any tumblr blogs your a fan of that you wanted talk to but just couldn't?

omg i love @mscreepygreen20 you have no idea i even been drawing her oc and would love to talk to her but to tell you the truth i’m kinda scard to met a  artist like her again last big artist that i met i that i was really inspired by ending up steal ideas for my art and even made her friends go to sent message to me saying how i should just die or kill myself   and when she said sorry she went behind my back and spread roomers about me she almost distoryed my art career by making me hate my art and everything about art..

and it doesn't help she hated me for looking at  one of her blog which was a porn blog because of my age so it doesn't make it easier to say hi to mscreepy 

it really was one of the worst years of my life 

i still want to stop by and say hi but i’m too shy to i’ve been trying to break my fear of that still…

Bulletproof Monk

Witnessed in my friend’s campaign.

Friend of mine asked the GM if his friend could join our campaign. Graduated with a bachelors in fine arts and my friend thought he would bring interesting role-play to our games. So all of us start thinking to ourselves “this guys gonna be at Bard” but we were all surprised to find he actually was a Monk.

And not just a monk. The Bob Ross of monks. The nicest yet simultaneously the most terrifying character we’d ever witnessed. This is the story of how he beat the first serious boss of our campaign.

We were pinned behind cover vs a Gunslinger.

Gunslinger: “Come out. Come out. Wherever you are SO I CAN SHOOT YOU!”

Party talks about what to do and Monk is silent.

Then, as we are talking, he yells, “Ok. I’ll come out, but you better make that shot count!”

Monk OOC: “So there’s about 40 ft between me and him right?”

GM: “Yeah, and your speed would let you get there.”

Monk OOC: “Ok, but I deliberately want to walk slow enough so he gets a chance to shoot me.”

GM: “Uh, ok. Sure.”

Monk going towards him slowly: “Show me what you’ve got.”

Gunslinger: “You’re some kind of stupid, boy!” *Shoots*

GM: “That’s a hit. You take.”

Monk OOC: “I use Snatch Arrows.”

GM: “Wait…does that work on bullets?”

-One Rulebook Check later-

GM: “Ok so the rifle goes off and *Monk* reaches up faster than any of you can see and catches the bullet with two fingers. *Gunslinger* turns white as a sheet.”

Monk then proceeds to walk up and take a seat next to the guy, putting an arm around his shoulders while holding the bullet in his other hand.

Monk: “Hey, friend. Looks like you almost lost this. Good thing I grabbed it for you, huh? Why don’t you put the gun down before you lose any more?”

Monk OOC: “In case it’s not clear that’s an intimidate.”

GM: “Ok, roll for me.”

Nat 20

GM: “Of course it is. *Gunslinger* immediately puts his gun down in front of him and actually starts crying.”

Monk patting Gunslinger’s back: “Aw, there, there buddy. You almost got me. Why don’t you come with us now? Hands behind your back please. I’d hate to have to chase you.”

Our Wizard OOC to my friend: “So why did you never tell us your friend was Ace Ventura?”