Sherlolly Halloweek: Day Four
  • *Bart's Halloween party*
  • Molly:*dressed as a pumpkin*
  • Mary:*dressed as Harley Quinn; groans* Pleeeeeease tell me who the father is! I swear I won't tell anyone.
  • Molly:*chuckles* I can't tell you. Not yet.
  • Mary:*sighs* Give me a clue.
  • Molly:*shrugs* He's here tonight.
  • Mary:*looks around; points* Greg?
  • Molly:*smiles* Maybe.
  • Mary:*raises an eyebrow* Mike?
  • Molly:Could be.
  • Mary:*eyes wide* Sherlock?
  • Molly:*nods* Equally possible.
  • Mary:*sighs* I give up.
  • *meanwhile*
  • Sherlock:*takes a deep breath* John?
  • John:*dressed as the Joker; sipping wine* Mmm?
  • Sherlock:*slowly* You know that Molly is pregnant-
  • John:*dressed as the joker; snorts* Yeah. Bastard just sleeps with her, knocks her up and does a runner *shakes his head; pointing dramatically* let me tell you, if I ever find out who did that to her, I'll beat them to death with their own shoe.
  • Sherlock:...
  • Sherlock:*smiles; hands him a bottle* Have more wine.

Because this video is too underrated.

I hope there is a redemption arc for Octavia. I hope she sees the long term effects of what she has done. I hope she never forgets what she did to her brother and spends her whole life making it up to him, just as he has spent his whole life protecting her. I hope that her future is full of soft hugs and whispered apologies and more butterflies dancing around her. Octavia’s story is not done and it doesn’t have to end in more pain and anger. I haven’t given up on Octavia and I am just hoping she hasn’t given up on the good that is in her.

Did she feel like a million dollars? Hell yes she did, but then again, when didn’t see? Her costume was pushing the boundaries of what the school allowed for skin showing, and she loved it. Though she’d opted out of the short wig, her own hair was leg down and large, large loose curls falling around her shoulders instead. The crown, though, that sat on top of her head felt like it belonged there, for she was a queen. At least Elliot always said so. Darkly lined eyes turned to ward her girlfriend as she walked head held high, one arm laced through her soldier’s arm, her escort to the ball. 

Corner of her lip turned up in what to most would be a smug smile, she knew Elliot would see the excitement there as they approached the doors to the dance. Her stance never more regal, never more confident, she let Elliot lead her inside, pausing for effect and to let her eyes drink in the room. This was going to be a blast, as it was every year, and she was already tipsy enough that she could party for a while before needing to sneak off for more. Turning back to her heart, a pale hand wrapped around the back of her neck and pulled her into a very on display kiss before nodding toward the punch table. “Should we start with a drink, Baby?”

{ @mx-elliotricker }

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.

he didnt think she’d get this far

inspired by this kinda


kagehina as b-boys (for hq 69min on twitter) | (dance AU)