but working on his face was good .

Let’s take a moment to discuss the crime wall please?

Sherlock’s wall is usually in place to help him organize his thoughts, and is normally full of miscellaneous pieces of information - newspaper articles, maps, etc. The only time we see the wall full of photographs like this is in TEH when he is organizing multiple members of the criminal underworld. Never more than one head shot per person.

Why then, are there so many repeated pictures of Culverton Smith? What possible additive information could he gain from having the same man’s face plastered up there over and over? Sherlock is fixating on him, and not in an organized fashion. His mind palace is not in good working order, and I would bet anything the Culverton Smith case is kicking his ass.

Not like you needed a mini meta to deduce that one, but there you go.

anonymous asked:

ACtually scared for this trick or treat thing? > w > Character Kageyama?

Note: I used the calendar pic as inspiration for Kageyama’s costume


“Tobio, come out, please.”

“No, I look dumb,” Kageyama replied. You nearly giggled–he had a tiny little lisp. Did that mean he was wearing the fangs?

“Please, Tobio! I bet you look awesome!”

“____, why couldn’t I have just worn the costume I wore last year?”

“Because now that you are a gold-medal winning volleyball player it doesn’t count as a costume anymore,” you said. “Now come out! I want to see!”

He looked so good. Almost sinfully good. His cape billowed around him; he filled out the tight slacks and waistcoat perfectly; even the old-fashioned cravat worked. Every beautiful line of his slim, hard face was made all the better by the harsh lines of the costume. Even his little pout looked good with the prosthetic fangs poking into his lip. But something was missing…

“You look really good,” he practically shouted, his blue eyes widening at your costume. “I mean… you look really good!”

“No need to shout, Tobio,” you giggled. Poor child lost all control of his volume when he was nervous. You had no idea that, when you suggested Dracula and his Bride that it would come out so well. “Where’s your hat?”

“I am not wearing the top hat,” he protested. “I draw the line.”

“But Tobio,” you exclaimed. “It completes the look!”

“I look stupid.”

“You do not,” you replied. “I will prove it!”

You rescued the hat from the bathroom, placing it gently on his head. You had to stand on tiptoe to reach, and being the ever doting boyfriend, he bent at the waist to help. You giggled, pressing the hat onto his head, and surprising him with a gentle kiss. He exploded into a magnificent blush when you pulled away, blinking owlishly at you.

“There,” you said with a grin. “Perfect! Although I don’t think vampires blush, though.”

His lips screwed up into a grimace before he gave you that grin of his. He swept you into his arms, pulling you close. Your face felt red hot, and his triumphant expression only confirmed you were as beet red as him; “You’re one to talk, ____.”

“Tobio!” You protested and wriggled in his arms, but he was too strong for you. “Tobio, the party!”

“We can stand to be a little late,” he purred, bending to capture your lips once more.

Modern Luxury Angeleno April 2013

The Radar Beauty by Nadine Jolie
Scent of a Man

Simon Baker, star of The Mentalist, takes on his most glamorous role yet: fragrance icon.

As the Golden Globe-, Emmy- and SAG-nominated star of the hit CBS drama The Mentalist, Simon Baker is no stranger to the red carpet. His dapper, leading-man style regularly lands him on “best dressed” lists all around the globe, to say nothing of the fashion karma he acquired with his sexy, scene-stealing turn in one of the most sartorial movies of all time, The Devil Wears Prada. Now, Baker puts his sultry good looks to work as the face of Givenchy’s new fragrance for men, Gentlemen Only, a cedar-, vetiver- and patchouli-laced homage to the classic Givenchy Gentlemen. Baker joins the ranks of other Givenchy brand ambassadors, including Justin Timberlake and Liv Tyler. “I’m not really taking over any reins,” he says. “This fragrance begins a new pillar.” We caught up with the down-to-earth star mere hours after he received that most coveted of Tinseltown accolades: a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame.

Congratulations! You’re the new face of Givenchy. Have you always been a fragrance wearer?

I haven’t been a big scent wearer, no. I’ve worn them over the years, things my wife bought, but no scents that really stood out. Scent or fragrance, which should we call it? [laughs] But I was excited and honored when Givenchy approached me.

Why Givenchy?

Givenchy has such a rich history, so I wanted to honor that. I talked to my wife about it, talked to my female friends about it, had to get everybody’s opinion. The idea of etiquette, of elegance, of a refined sense of style coming back, it’s a good thing.You know, men have this reputation for being… dudes [laughs], so it’s nice.

Scent is a very personal thing. Is there a certain smell that triggers a memory for you?

Oh, definitely. Zinc—you know, the sunscreen smell? It reminds me of the beaches at home, surfing, my childhood. Eucalyptus takes me back, too. And, oh, frangipani!

You’re always so elegantly dressed, both on screen and on the red carpet. Is style an important part of your day-to-day life?

I can be quite casual. I don’t think of myself as overly styled. I mean, these glasses [points to his 10-year-old Oliver Peoples]—the shine is all rubbed off! I’m waiting for this style to become uncool again. I’m fine with that.

On The Mentalist, you have a perfect American accent. Are fans who meet you in person surprised to discover you’re Australian?

Well, not really anymore. I think in the beginning they were, yes, but now they mostly know I’m Australian. In Australia, there’s tall poppy syndrome: chopping off the heads of people who get too big [for their britches]. Honestly, if I ever turn into one of those guys trying to make eye contact at the restaurant, like, ‘Don’t you know who I am?’ just shoot me!

You just received a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame. How did that feel?

It was quite an honor! Although, honestly, sometimes I still feel like an imposter.

Kuebiko- Chapter Six


“Doctor…. Doctor.”

McCoy’s eyes opened slowly. There was a minute or two where he couldn’t remember anything and then it all came back to him. Every. Damn. Thing.

Pavel Chekov stood over the bed. “I’m sorry to wake you, but I have good news.”

“I’ll wake for good news any day, kid.” Bones said sitting up and scrubbing sleep from his face, trying to focus on the PADD being held in front of him.

“We were able to locate the poison in Mr Spock’s system. Though it is an unknown toxic substance and a cure will not be quick. The science labs are working on it as a matter of priority.”

McCoy let out a sigh of relief. “That’s good.”

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Contrary to popular beliefs about Oikawa’s self-centered personality, he’s not the type to really take care of himself. He’s got naturally pretty hair and pretty skin and pretty face - he says he’s blessed by the Oikawa genes, everyone believes it to be true. 

But, again, he’s not the type to take time out for himself. He’ll cut his fingernails really short to handle the ball better and subconsciously bites what’s left out of anxiety. His hands are normally dry and rough, sometimes scraped if he landed wrongly on the ground from going after a ball; it’s a sad sight when you look at the bony structures of his wrists and his slender fingers that would, without a doubt, make his hands look beautiful if it weren’t for his lack of care towards them. 

The thing is that he doesn’t care what happens to his hands or his knees or his legs or his ankles - he’s focused on one goal and that’s to improve himself. He thinks he just needs his pretty face to get by so that his other imperfections are overlooked - and he manages to get by too, except with one person.

That one person that carries moisturizers and lotions in his bag, along with polysporin and bandages and tylenol and protein bars (and maybe milk bread, if he’s got the time to get some). He watches Oikawa flirt with danger, serve after serve, set after set, spike after spike. All until he feels it right in his bones that Oikawa’s about to hit his limit and he drags him out of the court, anxious but relieved. 

And in the silence of the locker room, Oikawa sits there in a blissful peace, letting Iwaizumi take his hands in his own and attempting to moisturize them, rubbing polysporin on the scrapes and cuts, whispering little warnings about overworking and not taking care of his body enough with furrowed brows. Oikawa lets his fingers wander around Iwaizumi’s jaw until his lips are kissing Oikawa’s hands - one by one, each finger, his palms, his knuckles. 

“Do they feel better?”

“Mhm, much better.”

Oikawa doesn’t really take care of himself, but he’s glad there’s someone out there that’s willing to take up the challenge. One day, he thinks, he’ll learn to love himself just as much as Iwaizumi loves him. 


“My dear Frodo!’ exclaimed Gandalf. ‘Hobbits really are amazing creatures, as I have said before. You can learn all that there is to know about their ways in a month, and yet after a hundred years they can still surprise you at a pinch.”


HIM :(

HOSEOK JUST TWEETED (I typed that in all caps so you can read), but the thing is that he’s in his studio and his face looks extremely tired!!! There is a Korean word, “힘들어“ (heem/him-deuro) which translates to “I’m tired.” or simply ““ which is “strength.” Not to mention that it’s 1AM in Korea. All I’m saying is to refrain from sending dummy tweets like “daddy” or anything down that line. PLEASE SEND HIM WORDS OF STRENGTH!!!

Here’s something you can copy and paste:
노력하는 모습도 좋지만 건강이 걱정되네요, 건강도 잘챙기고 많이쉬세요.
It can be translated to, “Seeing you work hard is good but I’m worried for your health, so take care good care of your health and rest a lot.

맨날 응원하고있을께요.- I will always be cheering you on.

힘들때 감정을 너무 숨기지마세요, 정신적으로 좋지않아요. 팬들 있잖아요. - When you are having a hard time do not hide your emotions too much, it’s not good for you mentally. You have the fans!

I THINK HE REALLY NEEDS MESSAGES LIKE THIS RIGHT NOW! And who knows, if we can actually come together like a loving ARMY, maybe they’ll start reading our comments again and not lose the trust for their fans. We really gotta step up our game and show those boys that we care. 


(19:42) Yeah he just screamed and chucked his phone across the room. He definitely sent it.

(19:45) What did it say?

(19:50) No idea, he wouldn’t let me read it???

(19:50) Fingers crossed it’ll work?

(19:51) Yeah, yeah.

(19:55) kEITH IS AT MY DOOR???


(19:55) I can’t believe this.

Some art for Call Me Beep Me! Go read it!! It is amazing!!!!


Tentoo + Rose Tyler + Protecting

Uh oh! The Force has awakened. Looks like it’s Star Wars fan art from here until eternity. 

Just starting out with a little Kylo Ren to get back into drawing after the holiday break. This is the style I use for my “professional” work when we’re sketching out poster concepts. 

But I like Kylo! Is he all the way bad? Can he return to the light side? Oh geez, who knows!  And I think Adam Driver does a really good job. You just want to watch his evil face.

Also I did have him holding the light saber at first buuuuut…it looked like his dick out. 

When Bertolt finished speaking, he raised his gaze to meet Reiner’s, waiting for a response. What he got was one of Reiner’s hands practically slamming against the wall, right next to where Bertolt stood. The blonde leaned in very close to Bertolt’s face, staring intently into green eyes. Bertolt maintained the gaze, and didn’t even flinch as Reiner brought his other hand up to caress the brunette’s cheek.

Bertolt was trapped, almost pinned against the wall by Reiner; but it was a position he was more than happy to be in. Reiner was good at reading these types of signals, and closed the gap between their lips…

My wonderful Valentine’s Day commission, by the equally wonderful @johannathemad! Thank you so much Jo! It depicts a scene I’m working on, based in my SnK University AU: Time Of Your Life

I would also like to wish all my followers & friends a Happy Valentine’s Day! May it be filled with many artworks and fics of your OTP!╰( ♥ ヮ ♥ )╯

Permission to post given by the artist. Please do not delete the caption.

  • This is Daryl after he got taken down by Negan’s men. I know it’s very crappy quality, but it’s all I have to work with. He is a hot head, has been since season one. Toned down as the season’s progressed, but every once in awhile, he acts without thinking. Negan was RUBBING it in ROSITA’S face that he just killed her lover, Daryl was trying to protect her from the horror that he once had to face with Merle! When he hit Negan he was ready to take the consequences of his actions. He thought he was going to die, cause to his understanding, Negan will shut down the person causing trouble.
  • I couldn’t get a good screenshot of this scene, and it’s such a small scene, but right before Negan hits Glenn, Daryl is kneeling down, fully prepared to DIE for his actions, because, again, from his understanding, he thought Negan was going to punish the person who stepped out of line, the moment Negan turned and Hit Glenn, Daryl shot up, sitting straight up. In shock that his little Korean was being punished because of him!
  • The second pictures, again, very crappy, I know. Shows the pain, the emotions. Daryl is not an emotion guy unless the emotion was anger, but this face breaks my heart! Glenn and him have been through alot, and he knows right then, it is completely his fault Glenn is dying, because of his temper.
  • Last picture, just showing the regret in Daryl’s face. He know’s he’s at fault, I am going to say this till I am blue in the face Daryl did not attack Negan so that Glenn will die. He attacked Negan because that’s what Daryl does! Hits first ask never! He was fully prepared to get Lucielled, as long as Rosita, or anyone else didn’t suffer the mind games. I am sick of all the hate he’s already getting after one action. The same people who bitched and whined about how Carl acted in the first seasons, though Carl was a child who matured, Daryl is an abused soul who only knows how to act out in anger, make someone else feel his pain. NEGAN killed Glenn. NEGAN knew killing Daryl wouldn’t solve anything, so he picked someone else, just to break Daryl down. The same tactic he used with Rick and Carl.
  • Another thing, everyone wants Maggie to be pissed, to slap someone, Rick or Daryl, but she doesn’t! Cause what would that do? She lunged at Daryl as he was hauled into the truck. She still wanted to protect him, because she doesn’t BLAME him like almost every fan does. And Why would she slap Rick? If anyone is to blame, it’s freaking Jesus! He took them to the hilltop, his group brought Negan into their world and though he probably didn’t know, sure didn’t warn them how badass Negan’s men were. But no one’s pointing out that detail. Blaming Daryl for his actions his like blaming Jesus or Gregory or whatever that guy’s name is that stabbed Gregory or Rick’s over cockiness, or even Maggie’s illness!  All their actions lead them to what happened. Negan is the one who swung the bat, Negan was the one who picked Glenn. It is not Daryl’s full fault. 

AU where Eren is a walking fashion nightmare and Levi is starting out trying to get his own label off the ground. Eren answers an ad Levi put out needing a model for BeyondWallMaria’s first catalogue, partly because he didn’t think modelling would be much work, plus Armin said it was a good idea, and partly because he really needed a job for the time being. 

And Eren, this kid, he shows up with ill fitting jeans and a really awful T-shirt, the kind that you get as a joke in your freshman year in high school because you and your mates thought it would be funny.

It wasn’t funny. In fact, it was so unfunny that Levi looked up from his work, looked at the trainwreck that was framed and backlit in the doorway of his beloved new shop, and muttered an aborted, “what the fu-”, before stopping himself. 

“Uh, I’m Eren, I’m here for that interview? About uh… modelling?” Eren begins, bashful and awkward, tugging at his hair nervously.

Levi pinches the bridge of his nose, and then stands up to appraise Eren, who has now nervously wandered further into the store, looking up and around in wonder. 

Levi squints, trying to block off the obnoxious orange of Eren’s shirt to look better at his face. Its a good face. The young man is pretty, and would skirt the borders of damn near beautiful if he weren’t wearing… whatever he was wearing. 

“Strip,” Levi says, brusque. 

“Wha-? Wait wait wait I thought I’d be modelling with clothes on,” begins Eren, alarmed.

“What? Of course,” Levi says, distracted, rummaging through his racks for something that would suit Eren’s frame. “I can’t look at you with that shirt and those jeans. I want to see how you look in actual clothes.” 

Eren blinks, then grins, amused at the short, angry, clothes-purist designer. So he strips. Levi looks up, arms full of clothing, and immediately squashes the thought that maybe he should make Eren model without clothes one, after all. Why on earth the young man chose to wear such terrible clothes that hid that sort of allure, well, Levi did not know. 

When Eren finally shimmied his way into dark, slim-cut pants and a loose shirt that draped around his collarbones, Levi was looking at him with a sort of smug satisfaction. 

“What? Does it look weird? I told Armin I wasn’t cut out for this,” he rushes, “I’m sorry if I wasted your time, Mr Ackerman,” 

Levi shuts him up with a wave of his hand, leaning forward to place a black, wide-brimmed hat on Eren’s head gently. Eren stills, surprised at the proximity, and his sudden view of freckles on a pale collarbone. Levi Ackerman smelled good, too. 

Levi regarded his new model, sitting quietly and draped in black and muted tones, the only high colour visible the blue-green of his eyes. Eren Jeager would do very well indeed as their model. 

“The photoshoot is next Monday; I’m having a friend help out, they own a studio. Can you make it?” Levi asks.

Eren nods, a smile appearing on his face as he realised he’d gotten the job. “I uh, I’ve never done this before, so thank you for giving me this chance, Mr Ackerman.”

“Levi will do. Eren, was it? I look forward to working with you.”

A few months later, BeyondWallMaria gets featured in the Scouts, on of Zhiganshina’s fashion magazines. Levi’s store gets a few new hands, and Petra and Gunther are always up for a chat or to trade insults, respectively. Eren slips in through the back to find Levi organising the stock room. 

“Levi, hey!” Eren says, grinning as he regards his now-boyfriend. Levi looks up, automatically pulling Eren close by his elbow and pressing his lips briefly against Eren’s. 

“You’re going to be late for your next job.” he murmurs, looking Eren up and down. 

“Your dressed nicely today,” Levi says, as though Eren wasn’t dressed head to toe in the clothes Levi had designed. 

“My boyfriend is a designer, you know,” Eren laughs, stooping down to kiss Levi one more time before he runs off. 

Isaiah 26:3 is true. When you trust God to be good and do good, you don’t have to fear. When you know His love has already worked out your future, you can face the struggles with peace. This all begins with learning His character, which is revealed most clearly in the Word. I can attest to a definite correlation in my hopefulness and the amount of time I spend reading His words to us. When I see how flawless His track record is, it helps me trust Him.
—  Tara Leigh Cobble, Orange Jumpsuit: Letters to the God of Freedom

Congratulations for 10M+ subs, Jack!
I’m late with yet another drawing, I’m sorry. I’ve been working on so many drawings lately like those two dumb drawn gifs of Jack I posted earlier and I didn’t have time to finish this one. The most difficult parts of this drawing were his face, all the 62 (?) layers I had to edit more than once, and adding text to this… it was tiresome, but I kinda like how it turned out (I really hope anyone who sees this does too) and I learned some new things as well, which is great. Since @therealjacksepticeye likes space too, I thought something like this would be nice. It’s quite simple but I really hope it’s good enough… Thank you so much for all the smiles and happiness, Jack!!!