can i have your beauty


“In ‘Duel’, Knights’ queen would be me… Arashi Narukami ♪

You may kneel before me! Raise your voices in joy! I am your queen, bow down before me, if you please! Ahahahaha☆”

The Imperfections of human beings.

I wanted to write some formal stuff about T6T now that I’m on a real keyboard. I spent the entire night just sifting through people’s very angry, upset, hurt posts about John, Sherlock, Mary, and even Molly.  I think people need to step back and realize what this show is actually about: human beings.

I grew up in a hugely broken home.  My mother’s 6 year relationship with the man of her dreams was shattered when he cheated on her after 6 months of being married.  Our lives effectively ended as she spiraled into alcoholism and a massive depression which eventually killed her.  I’ve grown up literally thinking that cheating on your spouse is how Satan prepares you for your eternity in the boiling shit cauldron of Hell.  In short: I. Hate. Cheaters.

Naturally, when I saw what John was engaging in, my anger shot up like a piss volcano.  My instant reaction was fury, to drop the man and his character like a hot dog patty.  But then, I remembered, that this show has one true characteristic above all others: human beings are not just one thing. People, are flawed.  People, are never ever perfect, no matter how much they try to be.

Listen to what Mary said to John.  She said it was so hard to try and live up to the perfection that she thought John was.  That perfection is (and ALWAYS has been, y’all) a facade.  I never did understand why people thought John was an angel when it’s demonstrated in the very first episode that he is NOT.  I was able to see that, but I was able to see his goodness too.  Same with Sherlock.

Ironically, both of these idiots have spent the better half of 3 seasons trying to BE perfect.  It’s a lie. It can never be.  The irony of Sherlock calling out Mary’s “facade” in HLV just…I sat there grinning from ear to ear because honey you are ALL operating behind a facade.  Every single one of you.  John thinks he wants a quiet life but in actuality he is drawn to catastrophic danger. Copy that verbatim for Mary.  Sherlock thinks he’s a perfect thinking machine without emotion, yet he sits and bawls over his childhood pet. Molly thinks she wants a normal dude who goes to pubs but instead she really wants “a high functioning sociopath”. For God’s sake Mrs. Hudson used to help run a drug ring. Mycroft is perfectly fine covering up murders, sending out assassins, whatever it takes to keep his interests intact.  Ha ha ha these people are aaaaall fuuuuuucked.

 Now, I am still furious with John.  John was ultimately responsible for his family’s destruction.  It was inevitable.  His undying love for danger, despite having a newborn baby in his life, put him and his family on a collision course with tragedy.  Sherlock added to this, but he did not cause it directly.  If John had truly been a responsible dad he’d have picked up and moved his family to the damned suburbs or something and quit solving cases with Sherlock…but he didn’t.  Now, he’ll have to deal with that guilt.  The guilt of being a major reason why his baby girl will now grow up motherless. Sherlock was responsible for the final straw, but John was responsible for the haystack.

And that’s the point of Sherlock.  These people are all terribly, helplessly broken.  I think the most pure person in this show is Molly Hooper, and she’s not perfect either.  There’s only ever been one perfect human being and they nailed Him to a cross.

Having said all of this, and while John’s actions in T6T I found to be absolutely unlikable, reprehensible, and gross…I know he is just a man.  His life was changing at an alarming pace.  A new baby, from what I have heard, throws couples into turmoil all the time.  The man still suffers from mental illness.  He is now a single father, hates his best friend (he’ll get over it, y’all, the writing will make sure of that), and his wife went to her grave believing he was a perfect person when he knows in his heart he is anything but. John Watson made his bed, and he’ll lie in it forever now.  It will now be his personal journey to redeem himself for what has happened.  Sherlock has been on his own personal journey for, well, ever. Now it’s John’s turn.  I’m willing to give him the same chance I’ve given to his stupid friend.  

No one is perfect in Sherlock.  No one is perfect in life.  That’s the point.  We can sit and hate the people who’ve wronged us, and believe me, I still hold a lot of hate in my heart for my stepdad for turning my mother into a pile of rubbish and causing me to grow up a mess of a person.  But in the end, it makes zero positive difference in my life.  That hate is an anchor on me, a weight I don’t want and am still filing at it’s chain to free myself from. 

We forgive or we don’t, but we move on regardless of what choice we make.  We’ll have to see if John Watson makes better choices in the future.  For that little baby girl…he’d better.  I’m willing to wait and see.


Aaron Dingle master of “the pouty frowny face™

Seriously how many pouty frowny faces can he do in one and the same scene haha 😂 also he looks effin hot here just saying 😍


In this endless world, I was searching for you… 

i know it’s hard to accept compliments as anything other than lies. but when somebody blurts, “you’re beautiful,” take a breath. think of your dog, panting happily and covered in mud. think of your mother in her bathrobe with her hair in tinfoil while the dye sets. think of your best friend with her face streaked with tears and makeup. think of your little brother when he was sick and his face was a red puffy mess. think of how, even then, your heart swelled up with love of them. this is i think where compliments come from: when they look at you, no matter what, they see somebody beautiful, not some body, beautiful.

I was at 7/11 and some guy was like “you’re so beautiful can I have your number” anyways I said thank you for calling me beautiful but no and he kept going at it, anyways some guy behind me was like to him “leave her or else”. And the guy left and this is the first time a guy has helped with something and expected nothing in return lol I even said thank you he didn’t say you’re welcome he just nodded and left like wow


Shobana Chandrakumar Pillai (born March 21st 1970)

‘I do films now and then. I’m teaching, I’m a mom and I’m doing my own thing. I don’t think about what I am going to do next; I just do!’ 

scoli-oli-osis  asked:

✍️ "relationship status: married to Legolas" 😂😂😂😂😂😂


infpqueen  asked:

Sorry I'm not sure if you're still taking prompts but can I have Klance with guitar playing Lance? Your writing is just beautiful!

WITH ABSOLUTE PLEASURE and thank you so much <3 <3

Can you tell I have a terrible weakness for making these two get overwhelmed and just kiss because they’re terrible at talking

           Keith still couldn’t quite believe it. He ran his hand across the wood and the strings, gently tweaking the tuning machines, strumming gently. He felt a soft smile spread across his face. It had been years since he had owned a guitar; he had never thought to find one in space. Granted, the people who had sold it had called it a thrummo and he had to adjust the tuning, but it was indisputably a guitar. He hesitantly tested his fingering, moving slowly from one cord to another, then speeding up, a bud of warm joy growing in his chest as the music flowed beneath his fingers. As he found his fingers remembered all their patterns, knew where to go and when, he started to improvise a tune, something simple, stealing half-remembered lines of melodies drawn from fuzzy recollections of learning to play, watching online videos over and over, fingers slipping on the strings until they bled, day after day until he’d grown calluses to cover them. His eyes slid halfway closed, listening to the music, occasionally wincing at a sour note, until eventually he found his way back to the tonic cord and let the vibrations fade into silence. He sat back with a smile, eyes closed, tilting his head back and reveling in the peace the music brought up. Until, that is, he was jolted out of his by soft applause. His head jerked up to see Lance standing in the doorway, clapping. When Keith’s eyes opened, his hands spread in apology.

           “Sorry, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop,” he said. “I heard the music, I didn’t realize… I was wondering what you had bought on Gripzin. I had no idea you could play the guitar!” Keith’s temper, so ready to flare up at the mere sight of the Blue Paladin, fizzled at the sincere admiration on Lance’s face. He shrugged.

           “I’m probably not that good anymore,” he said. “It’s been a couple years.”

           “You sounded amazing to me,” Lance said. “Um, do you mind if I…?” he hesitated with one foot over the threshold.

           “…Sure,” Keith said, though he held the guitar slightly closer to his chest. Lance sauntered in and plopped down on the floor next to Keith, staring at the guitar.

           “My little brother was just starting his lessons when I left for the Garrison,” Lance said. He sighed and leaned back against the wall. “I bet he’s amazing at it by now. That or he’s terrible and everyone at home hates him,” he chuckled.

           “Do you play anything?” Keith asked, still clutching the guitar a little tighter than was necessary. Lance shook his head.

           “Nah. I’ve never exactly been a natural at numbers and physics, so studying to be a pilot was pretty much my entire life. I wouldn’t have had time for practice.” He sighed wistfully. “I love music though. I had a player tucked in my pocket when we left the Garrison, I must have listened to every song on it a hundred times since we got here.” Keith chewed his lip, considering. He bent over the guitar and strummed and experimental cord. Lance sat back up straight, looking at him.

           “What song are y—?”

           “Shhh,” Keith hushed him, and strummed the cord again. He began a quick tune full of sharps and clashing cords, shifting under his fingers as fast as he could move them. Lance was watching him with rapt attention, but Keith carefully avoided looking at him as the key of the song changed, bringing in a swell of major fifths and octaves, soaring and plummeting back into something quiet, soft, and sweet, fingers picking out the melody slowly and carefully, letting each strum hover and fade before the next. The song ended on a question mark, the melody not quite fully resolved. Keith sat back slowly, still not quite looking at Lance.

           “Keith,” he heard, murmured softly. “That was beautiful. What song was that?” Keith swallowed, briefly considered bolting, then considered lying, and finally bit the bullet and told the truth.

           “It’s mine. Or, actually, it’s… yours. I… made it up for you. About you. It’s a song about you.” He winced, waiting for a response. Lance was silent so long he finally dared glance over. Lance’s lips were parted slightly, his eyes shining.

           “Keith…” he said. “I… don’t know what to say.”

           “You don’t have to say anything,” he said, moving to put the guitar down, but Lance stopped him with a hand on his arm.

           “No, I… I do. That was… It was beautiful, Keith. Really. I’m not just saying that because I’m supposed to or whatever, it really, really was, it—” Keith spun abruptly and pressed his lips briefly against Lance’s cheek. He quickly jumped up, put the guitar down gently on his bed, and hurried out of the room, an uncontrollable smile cracking his cheeks.

[I am no longer accepting prompts, just completing the ones in my inbox]

  • People tell you "stop being so dramatic and get over it." Don't listen to them. You have the right to feel how you feel. Don't let people tell you that you're not allowed to be upset about things.

listen, listen, there’s this fanfic called My Fault by Keelynoelle, and it’s by far the best Babybones fic I’ve read so far and there’s this one part where they all sleep together in the small living area Grillby has behind the bar all in one big bed and it’s so FLippINg cute it warms my entire heart

but seriously it is sad and happy and painful and long and regularly updated all sorts of other good things, so go read it!!! (and follow them! @keelynoelleart)

Motivational Words from the Primarchs feat. Emps and Malcador
  • Horus: Come on, you can do it!
  • Leman Russ: Show them your fangs!
  • Ferrus Manus: I Have your back!
  • Fulgrim: Beauty can be found in every thing, all you need to do is see it
  • Vulkan: Make every moment count!
  • Dorn: I will be your bulwark against the dark but you must be the light
  • Rouboute Guilliman: remember your training and we'll pull through this together.
  • Magnus: let your mind flourish, never be afraid to let it do so
  • Sanguinius: Watch over one another, care for one another.
  • Lion'El: Do not give in!
  • Perturabo: you can knock down any wall in your way!
  • Mortarion: you are needed, you matter to one or to many, you are most certainly needed.
  • Lorgar: keep faith in yourself and you will succeed.
  • Jaghatai: Balance is the key to peace.
  • Konrad Curze: keep your chin up and a deadly glint in your eye
  • Angron: Never stop struggling!
  • Corax: you are seen, you are noticed, you are worthy of compassion.
  • Alpharius: no matter how many people there are you are unique.
  • Emps: you are radiant, you are the reason another fights on.
  • Malcador: your path may be muddy, but it is yours to walk none the less.
The Signs as Cheesy Pick Up Lines

Aries: “Do I know you? Because you look a lot like my next girlfriend.”
Taurus: “Did it hurt? When you fell out of heaven?”
Gemini: “Do you have a name or can I call you mine?”
Cancer: “You may fall from the sky, you may fall from a tree, but the best way to fall… is in love with me.”
Leo: “Do you have a map? Because I just keep getting lost in your eyes!”
Virgo: “If you stood in front of a mirror and held up 11 roses, you would see 12 of the most beautiful things in the world.”
Libra: “Can I have your picture so I can show Santa what I want for Christmas?”
Scorpio: “Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?”
Sagittarius: “Even if there wasn’t any gravity on earth, I would still fall for you!”
Capricorn: “Was your Dad a baker? Because you’ve got a nice set of buns.”
Aquarius: “Are you Google? Because I’ve just found what I’ve been searching for.”
Pisces: “Your hand looks heavy. Let me hold it for you.”