anyone else think that lestrade was secretly very hurt by the fact he was not invited to join into john’s stag party and so when they woke up the next day after apparently not even lasting two hours he was secretly (guiltily) thrilled that he wouldn’t have liked going with them anyway? i just, the way he says ‘COUPLA LIGHTWEIGHTS’ with that devilish grin on his face makes me think he was pretty secretly hurt by them not wanting him to tag along but after he finds out they could barely last two hours of drinks he thinks 'oh thank god the best stag party that i never went to i would have had to take care of them’.
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The door slams shut behind me but the Warner I find inside this room is not one I recognize at all. […] He’s wearing nothing but socks, a simple white T-shirt, and a pair of black slacks. His coat, his shoes, and his fancy shirt are all discarded on the ground. His body is toned and muscular and hardly contained by his undershirt; his hair is a blond mess, disheveled for what’s probably the first time in his life.
[…] I’ve forgotten how to breathe again.
“Do you have any idea,” he says, so quietly, “how many times I’ve read this?” He lifts his hand but not his head and holds up a small, faded rectangle between 2 fingers.
And I’m wondering how it’s possible to be punched in the gut by so many fists at the same time.
The sun peaked in through the window, illuminating the cream colored bedroom.
Scott shuffled in bed wrapping himself around you, only you weren’t bed. His eyes fluttered open as he felt the cold spot. He used his keen ears to listen to his surroundings. A hiss sound of the shower being turned off, the crumpling sound of the shower curtain opening, wet feet planted onto the ground, and the sweet tone of your voice as you sung softly.
Scott put his hands on the back of his neck and sighed. Last night was truly amazing. He got the girl that he wanted for so long. Although, under unorthodox circumstances, he was happy. The mere thought of your smile makes him smile even wider. But when he remembers your naked body, his breath hitches and he’s a little boy again. “Am I interrupting your thoughts?” Scott looked up to see you leaning against the doorway in boy shorts and an oversized shirt. He plastered an innocent smile on his face even when he thought about all the dirty things he could do to you. You giggled as you ran toward the bed and tackled Scott. “I’m not going to school today” Scott lifted her chin so he could meet her eyes. “So what do you want to do then? ” She shrugged her shoulders. “Bake goods? I haven’t made anything in a long time” Scott thought about for a minute and realized the only thing they have in the house is pasta, leftover pizza, and hot pockets. “We don’t have anything to make goods with” “So we’ll go to my place, problem solved” You guys grabbed your things and headed straight to your house
“Three teaspoons of sugar” We decided to go with cookies and cupcakes. Mixed together because why not? “Now stir it” While I stirred I couldn’t help but notice her staring at me. I looked at her and smiled. I couldn’t read her chemo signals because her emotions were so jumbled. “You’re not thinking of him, are you? ” She tucked her hair behind her ear and looked down at the floor. After a while she looked back up to me. “Yeah, but not in the way you think. I’m thinking, why didn’t I do this earlier? Why didn’t I choose you?” The statement made me smile with glee. I pecked her on the lips and give her an Eskimo kiss. “Well you chose me now, so no need to think about it anymore” “I know”
The cupcakes came out good. I grabbed the icing from a cabinet and we started decorating. She put whip cream on hers and I put buttermilk icing on mine. I fed her one and watched the crumbles fall onto her clothes. Why was this girl so gorgeous? The pieces of Oreo on her lips looked tempting. It was scattered but pronounced every dip and curve. “I dare you to lick icing off your finger” “You’re not very good at dares” I picked up the icing and dug my hand in it. I preceded to lick off all the icing on my hand except the pointer finger. Y/N stopped me and brought her lips closer to my finger. She slowly slid the whole finger in her mouth all while making eye contact with me. She looked down when she started to Bob her head up and down. The strange behavior revved me up. It brought chills all the way down to my spine. I could just feel all the blood being drained from my brain. She stopped and smiled at me. The next thing I know, flour enters my mouth and the evidence of it being thrown was on her hands. Oh it was war. I picked up a bowl of flour and tossed it on her. Y/N cheated by squirting icing all over me. I couldn’t think of what to do next, so I put a handful of whip cream on my hands and slapped her face, gently, with it. We laughed for a while at how ridiculous we looked. Don’t know why, but seeing her all dirty, turned me on. I kissed her the same way I kissed her last night. With desire and a hint of sexual lust. Y/N wrapped her arms around my neck and jumped up so she could wrap her legs around my waist. “Fuck me in the shower, Scott” I gulped and dove for the stairs. Derek was right, the bite is a gift. Had I still have my asthma, there would be no way I could carry us both to her bathroom.
The steam in the locker room encaptured a large variety of scents. Stinky socks, gilette shaving cream, axe body spray, worn shoes, and guys. I stood in front of my locker and checked my phone again. Y/N hasn’t texted me since last night. She always sends me a morning text if I don’t send her one. What’s worse is that she wasn’t at our spot waiting for me like she usually does. Was I worried? Just a little bit. I know that if anything bad happened to her, I would be the first she’d call. She probably just slept in. A ding went off and I looked at my phone. Hayden.
Hayden: Last night was great, we should do it again Liam: Yeah, but we should lay low, Y/N’s been on my back lately Hayden: I thought you said you were going to break up with her Liam: I told you, I’m not going to do that Hayden: You need to choose Liam, me or that bitch
I couldn’t even text back. I clutched the phone and in my anger, my eyes began to glow. Hayden had no right to call her that. Y/N is my first love, why would I leave her for Hayden? Sure the sex was great, but that was it. I love her. I don’t think I would be able to even function without Y/N. The bell interrupted my thoughts, pulling me back to the present. I shoved on a pullover jacket and slung my backpack over my shoulder.
At lunch I sat with the regular crew. They talked about the deadpool and other suspects. I pulled out my phone and started texting her.
“Babe, where are you? I miss you here at school” “Babe?” “Is my little cupcake ((I couldn’t resist)) upset with me? I’m sorry for not calling you back” “Baabbee, don’t ignore me”
“I wonder where Y/N got that top”. My head snapped up from my phone, finally listening to the conversation.
Liam: What top? Lydia: The one she was wearing last night Liam: Last night? Y/N was at the party? Stiles: Yeah, didn’t you see her? Liam: No I thought she stayed home Lydia: No, I picked her up and we got the house ready for the party Mason: What’s going on between you two? Liam: What do you mean? Stiles: Well let’s see, yesterday she was so distant that she didn’t even eat lunch, she barely paid attention in class, and Lydia had to talk her out of her gloomy trance Liam: I don’t know, we didn’t get into a fight Lydia: Well you did something Liam: Who’d she leave with? Mason: Scott Liam: And where is Scott? Stiles: Home, he said he didn’t feel too good Liam: Oh, I’ll see you guys later, I have to go see if Y/N’s alright
Before going over to Y/N’s house, I went to Scott’s place. Melissa opened the door and gretted him with a smile.
Melissa: Liam, what are you doing here? Liam: I just wanted to talk to Scott Melissa: Uh, Scott’s not here Liam: Are you sure? Stiles told me he was Melissa: Maybe he was just playing a joke on you, I haven’t seen him since yesterday, is everything okay? Liam: Yeah, maybe you’re right. I think Stiles is just playing around Melissa: Okay, bye Liam Liam: Bye Mrs. McCall
He wasn’t home? That’s weird. Why would Stiles lie to me? Whatever, I’ll deal with him later, I have to go talk to Y/N. I saw Scott’s motorcycle parked in her driveway. Scott’s here? But why would he come over to see Y/N? I used the second key that was hidden in the fake rock near the plants to get inside the house. A strong aroma of freshly baked cupcakes permeated the household. I walked into the kitchen to find it a complete mess. Flour, whip cream, and frosting was on the floor and on the counter. It was faint but as I walked near the stairs I could smell Scott and Y/N. Using my acute hearing, I listened for any sounds. I could hear the water in the shower running, squeaky tiles, and I swear I heard a moan. My heart began to race as I continued up the stairs. I could clearly hear the sound of slapping skin, her silky moans, and a guy’s strained moan. My body froze as well as my heart. Scott’s motorcycle is in the driveway, I can smell him, and there’s a man in the shower with her. The shower turned off and I could hear the glass door open.
~Third Person View~
Y/N stepped out of the bathroom with Scott and giggled. “Give me back my towel” “Why? I’ve already seen you naked” “Scott!”
Liam bursts into the room with teary eyes. It’s true, she slept with Scott. “How could, how could you?!” Scott gave Y/N back her towel and allowed her to wrap herself up. Liam grabbed his chest as his breathing became erratic. The love of his life was just caught having sex with his Alpha. The same Alpha who told him to find an anchor; his purpose of living. The wolf inside him was furious. His fingernails extended into claws, his facial hair popped out sporadically, his eyes shone brighter than it ever did, and the adrenaline coursing through his veins made him angrier. He wanted to kill him. Scott told you to get out because he didn’t want you to see him wolf out. You closed the door behind you and waited in the hallway.
“Liam, calm down” “Calm down?! You just fucked the love of my life!” Liam threw a desk chair at him then lunged for Scott. Scott dodged both the chair and Liam and went to a corner in the room. “She found out about Hayden. She saw you guys having sex” Liam let out a loud growl and pushed Scott up against the wall. Scott’s eyes turned red as he kicked him back. “Don’t make me hurt you Liam!” “You already did!” Liam deeply scratched Scott’s face making Scott throw him against the door. The door broke upon impact, sending Liam to hit the wall in the hallway. Scott picked him up by the shirt to punch him in face only to have Liam retaliate. The two fought for a while, destroying vases, picture frames, doors, walls, and the floor. Y/N tried to break up the fight. She took a step towards them but a hand covered her mouth and she was dragged into a room. Luckily she was able to scream before being knocked unconsciuos. Liam and Scott both halted immeadiately. Liam widedned his eyes and called for Y/N. When he heard no anser he looked back at Scott. The two ran into her mom’s room and saw that the window was opened and a piece of paper was left on the floor. Scott looked around the room while Liam read the note. “She’s not here” Scott looked at a crying Liam. “What, what did it say?” Liam handed Scott the note. He braced himself for what he was about to read.
Scott: I don’t get it Liam: What don’t you get?! It’s the deadpool Scott! Scott: But she’s not – Mrs. Y/M/N: Yes she is [Your Mom’s Name] Liam: Mrs. Y/M/N, I – Mrs. Y/M/N: Not now Liam. Those bastards have my daughter and we need to get her back before they kill her Scott: I still don’t understand, why would the deadpool want Y/N? Mrs. Y/M/N: *sighs*Because, she’s a werewolf
I could not resist!!! Plot twist on the biggie! 40 likes and I’ll write part 3
Another drawing inspired by Final Fantasy X. This time its a coloured pencil drawing alongside a watercolor wash. I find the wash helps the pencils take a bit of ground and tone rather than trying to fill the space with the pencils. It was a little tricky to make a good composition for Ixion due to the size of that massive horn. Alot of my initial sketches I had felt the horn to be to distant from the rest of his body. But I am quite happy with this final decision.
This is the superhero show we’ve been wanting. Not only did we finish the season in 2 days, but not once did we feel it was a chore to watch the next episode.
Simple, character driven, and unique.
The tone is grounded in reality much like Unbreakable, mixed with the grittiness the world of Daredevil brings. The rivalry between Jessica and Killgrave is as complex and dark as the battle between Joe Carroll and Ryan Hardy.
Oh yeah, there are superheroes too. The abilities play an incredibly huge part in this world, but yet it just seems natural. Like we accept it before we get to the first time they use them. Subtle goes a long way. The fresh take on the abilities that we have seen time and time again makes this universe seem new, yet we have been in Hell’s Kitchen before.
Although I was never a big fan of the B from apartment 23, I thought she did great on Breaking Bad. Krysten becomes Jessica and brings a few friends along with her. The entire cast deals with their own inner demons with some moving from dark to light and light to death. But they aren’t just set pieces. They are important parts of this world and we can’t wait to see what becomes of them in season 2.
So now we come to Killgrave. Not only does this man cease being The Doctor, and David Tennant, but he creates a villain that you just find hard to root against because you get to see all the motivation behind his destruction. Then you hate him. Then you love him. So happy Tennant got to show a wider audience what kind of range he truly has.
With the success of the CW crossovers hopefully Netflix will keep building their own universe and keep giving us that darker edge that has been missing from other Marvel shows.
And another one off the bench! This ‘64 Fender Jazzmaster had dire need of an electronics inspection as everything worked fine when the pickguard was off, but installation caused everything to ground out. A crooked tone pot was the major culprit, but I also lined a few problem areas with electrical tape for an extra measure of insurance, namely at the input jack and the switch. Loud, throaty and difficult to put down, this one. #guitar #vintage #fender #jazzmaster #offsetguitars #1964 #yes #seattle #guitartech (at Mike & Mike’s Guitar Bar)