he was a doozy to make

Careful not to make too much noise, Cas shifted along on the couch to make room for Dean, cross-legged against the left armrest. When he had eased himself up onto the cushions, the green-eyed man could see Castiel’s face framed in the light of Lunar-End, and was startled for a second by him. Eyes bright and blue, his face worried and pinched but still somehow so animated and alive, Dean was captivated for a second.
Dean shook his head, as if to shake the thoughts out of his mind. Dean Winchester didn’t do crushes. He did cheap one night stands and rough, grasping and groping kisses in the shadows of nightclubs, but he never took the time to admire the slope of the guy’s neck, never gave a damn how bright and blue his eyes were. He needed to stop, before this turned into something that he could never get away from.
—  why am i writing this sadness

Genyatta week day 1: Firsts

The first time Genji is honest with not only Zenyatta, but himself.

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Not for the first time, Genji feels hopelessly lost.

It’s a crushing pressure against his chest, dragging him down like weights tied to his ankles, making each miniscule movement a laborious task. The omnic, Zenyatta- his master, he supposes, but the word tastes funny in his own mouth, a lingering flicker of his pride from… before- dogs the path he cuts through the dense woods. He’s an insistent thing, Genji admits, casting a scornful look over his shoulder, but the omnic remains unruffled, from his permanent whimsical expression to the neat fold of his hands.

“Is something troubling you, Genji?” Zenyatta is also incredibly observant, Genji has learned. Frustration bubbles up and he bites back something sharp and hurtful and acidic.

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After 227 years it’s a momentous honor to vote the first woman into our U.S. presidency. Hillary Clinton is BRILLIANT. #inktober Day 30 @inktobertime @inktober

This one was a doozy! 😀 But very important for me to make this statement. Time is running out, and this election is too important to risk us not making History.

Her opponent is truly deplorable in so very many ways, I’m tired of taking about him… He’s unfit, and a vulgar idiot. He’s a liar and a cheat, a sexual assailant and a racist. He has truly tapped into the hatred and ugliness in our nation. He needs to stalk back into his gilded cave, a failure and a deserved loser. Let’s make it happen. Let’s make history.

Hillary Clinton is a source of hope, a well of experience. She has devoted 30 years to our country and she is ready to rock.

I’m including the original, and a cropped version, as a well as my pencil sketch from 5pm today… That pencil drawing took the most time. On almost all inktobers I enjoy no pencil drawing, and just love to dive in with brush or quill. This demanded accuracy, so anyway, there you go… The inking went rather fast, 2 hours. Pencil was most of today, and much of yesterday..

I’m not totally satisfied with all the likenesses…. But it was fun, and I nailed most of them ok:) This type of piece demands a full week of work to get it right, but I wanted to get it done.

And done is better than perfect (and not done).
~good lesson there~

Get out and vote, my fellow Americans! NOVEMBER 8th is my birthday BTW. President Hillary is the best gift.

Let’s make history!


Reel Me In



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Accompanying Music: 

Within Temptation - Faster

AViVAA - Reel Me In

Okay, this comic was a bit of a doozy for me but I hope you all enjoyed it. More to come soon. Again, thanks to @george-nordington and @kirain for helping me brainstorm and making sure that I tweaked some weird faces. 

Also yay I made a fish pun : D Get it? Mirelurk queen…and he reeled Cass in? Heheheh <8D

Also, I hope this appeases all the anon who wanted more cold Hancock and who also wanted him to be shot/hurt. ^^;

My Abusive Relationship, Pre Abortion, and Post Abortion

Take a seat, grab a blanket, get some food or a nice drink because this story is a doozy.


I’m 21 years old with my boyfriend of about two years and it’s been an extremely rocky two years.  I walk on eggshells all day long so he doesn’t get pissed off at me, but it doesn’t matter because he always gets pissed off.  I’m in his way, I’m not doing something right, I don’t see things the way he sees them, I’m not doing what he would be doing if he were in my shoes, I need to make more money, he had a bad day, my parents are assholes and so are my dwindling friends.  I’m smoking weed and taking the fattest wax dabs anyone on this planet has ever known just so that I don’t have to deal with everything at all once.  I’m numb, we always fight, I’m screaming at the top of my lungs and then I find myself on the floor laughing at how comically tragic my life is at 21.  I find it hilarious that one day, he will be the death of me, and there is nothing I can do about it.  I will end up marrying him, I will have his children and relish in the occasional good moment and convince myself he is a good person deep down.  But deep down I hate him with almost every fiber of my being.  I love him, I care for him, but I fucking. hate. him.  I’ve tried so many times to leave only to be emotionally roped back into staying wondering how the hell I’m still here.

It’s October of 2013 and his parents and sister are leaving for Europe for two weeks, so we will have the house to ourselves.  We drop his family at the airport and are giddy with excitement at how “free” we can be, even for a short amount of time.  Later on in the night I feel the familiar pains of cramps and I prepare myself while I head to the bathroom, pull down my panties, and see absolutely nothing.  No blood, no spotting, nothing.  But my stomach hurts.  It’s been hurting all day for the past week and then I wonder to myself when was the last time I had my period??  I’m so stoned 24/7 I can’t remember and I haven’t been taking my birth control consistently, at all.  I’d miss a few days here and there but I always doubled up to get back on track.  Something is irking at me though and I really don’t feel right…     

I tell him that I want to buy a pregnancy test just for reassurance, I mean there’s no way I’m pregnant, but I just want to be sure.  We get to the store and I’m super embarrassed as I’ve never bought one before.  He decides champagne along with the test is a good idea to celebrate my not being pregnant status, so we buy our things and head home.  I don’t have much pee in me, but it’s enough to trigger the test.  It instantly goes positive, and I mean instantly.  I always thought it would take a few minutes to show up, but the second that pee hit the stick, a little plus sign started to appear.  I was in denial and thought it must mean negative, there is no way that means positive, right?  The box is so confusing and this is a cheapie test, so I convince my boyfriend to buy the digital readout one.  This time we have to wait two grueling minutes for it to show up.  It’s blinking telling us to wait and my heart is racing, but it will say not pregnant and then I can take a huge breathe of relief.

It doesn’t.  I’m pregnant.

He pours the champagne and says “Well, looks like I’m going back to school”.  I walk away, dazed, not even able to get a tear out.  I try but nothing comes.  I sit myself on the floor, spark up the torch, and get myself more stoned than a goddamn boulder.  “There is absolutely no way I am having this child”, I thought to myself.  I can’t have this.  I have practically no job, my boyfriend is living off unemployment, we have no place to live, I have $1200 in savings and that’s about it.  Nobody is going to hire a pregnant 21 year old.  Nobody.   

He is mentally and emotionally abusive, he’s even slapped me and pushed me a couple times, but I always say it wasn’t “that bad”.  His mother has cancer and has lost her right mind, his father is an abusive piece of shit alcoholic who almost blows up their house on the odd occasion messing with the gas lines.  His sister is turning into a snot-nose brat at the ripe age of 8, but what do I expect in a household such as that?  I don’t even talk to my parents anymore, they’ve completely given up.  I just sneak in to take a quick shower, grab new clothes, say hi, and leave for three or four more days.  They’ve tried everything to get me away from him, but it’s only pushed me closer.

I think to myself and try to look at my future if I keep this child.  All I can see is anger, a rocky marriage, a hateful divorce that will bankrupt us both.  All I see is my sweet, sweet child being emotionally and mentally brainwashed by his father to where the child now despises me, the child talks back to me, he or she doesn’t listen to mommy because mommy isn’t “right in the head”…and I won’t be.  The most sad thing of all is that I can see my death.  He will either make me so crazy that he institutionalizes me or I will commit suicide, there is no other way out.

Something kicks in me and says the softest, yet most stern NO, I have ever felt to the deepest parts of my soul.  The next morning I call my gynecologist who confirms I’m pregnant and offers me a list of abortion clinics nearby, one of which is Planned Parenthood.  I ultimately decide on a “women’s day spa” in a wealthy neighboring city who quietly offers abortion services.  

I can’t remember his name, but I booked an appointment with a man who looked like Cameron from Ferris Bueller’s Day Off.  With my boyfriend at my side, I explain my situation and he completely understands.  What is an earth shattering event for me is another Tuesday for him.  He schedules me for a blood test the following day to determine how far along I am and then we can talk about when to schedule the abortion.

I get my blood test and the next day the man calls me to tell me that he thinks I’m farther along than he expected.  It completely terrifies me because I wonder just how long I’ve been pregnant and if I’ve missed the cutoff date.  He wants to schedule the abortion as soon as possible so we decide on the day to follow, October 31…Halloween.

In the meantime, my boyfriend is trying to convince me to keep the baby by abusing me with his disgust.  He is being completely bipolar, supporting me one minute and being the most loving boyfriend, then the next he’s calling me a bitch, a murderer, pathetic, taking the “easy” way out, it never ended.  His previous girlfriend had also managed to get pregnant and she had an abortion at Planned Parenthood a couple years prior.  He sneered at me, “You’re just like her, it’s disgusting.  She knew she made the wrong choice and I don’t want you to go through that.  We can make it, I’ll provide for you.  How can you abort our child, Rachel? You told me you would never be able to, remember?”    

He promised he would drive me to the abortion and be there for me, but that promise was wavering by the second.  That night I just sat there while he ruthlessly called me whatever he wanted until I got so fed up I grabbed the soda out of his hands and prepared myself to hurl it at him.  He flinched, I hesitated, and threw it in the sink instead and stormed out of the house.  I walked back in when he kept calling after me, apologizing and saying that he wouldn’t be like that anymore.  Five minutes later he called me a murderer again.  I realized that I couldn’t trust him to drive me, and I needed someone to drive me because it was a surgical abortion where I would be completely under.  I realized with sheer terror that my choice was less than a millimeter away from becoming his choice.  He was the driver, he had the power to say that he wouldn’t drive me and I wouldn’t be able to get my abortion.  I couldn’t trust any of my few friends, not that I even spoke to them anymore anyways.  I had nowhere else to turn but my parents.

I texted my mom at some ungodly hour of the night, “I need your help”.  She immediately wrote back asking if I was pregnant.  I assured her I wasn’t going to keep it and that I was making my way home.  I told my boyfriend the damage is done and I’m having my parents take me.  At this point his face is stone cold and he’s begging me to let him drive me, to not do this to him.  I leave him and drive to my parent’s house preparing to face my and their worst nightmare.

I’m so ashamed when I walk through the door.  I never wanted them to know that I had hit this low in my life.  First herpes at 19, now pregnancy at 21.  I told my parents my appointment was tomorrow afternoon and they agreed to drive me.  The next morning I woke up and my dad was on the phone with his insurance getting information about pregnancy coverage for our plan.  There wasn’t much, and I would need to go on Medicaid.  My dad was already in “keep the baby” mode and I know to this day he disagrees with my choice to abort, though he would never tell me himself.

My boyfriend drives over hoping to come along and “support me” through all of this.  My parents and him talk about options but I’m sitting there silently with only one outcome in my mind.  I feel judged that I don’t want this baby.  I feel like I should have more emotion, more angst, more torture over this decision, but I don’t.  I don’t want this child and I have no hesitation about it.  I want it out of me as soon as possible, I don’t want to be pregnant anymore.  I don’t hate the child or despise it, but that child would live a terrible life had I brought it into this world.  We would struggle our entire lives, he or she would grow up with an abusive father and crazy mother from being abused, my parents would always have a strained relationship with my boyfriend and I with his parents, etc.  All I see is despair and this is not the picture I imagined for myself when starting a family.  

I feel so judged that I keep placating everyone, “I don’t have to get my abortion today, we can just talk to the doctor and see what our options are.  I can get an ultrasound and see how far along I am, then we can decide when and if this is right”.  Internally I knew I was getting my abortion that afternoon and I realized that if I let them talk me out of it today, I would be talked out of it forever and be stuck with this life.  It terrified me how my fate was balancing on a ledge about to fall one way or the other and I would never be able to go back.

We get to the “day spa” and the meet my nurse, Gail.  She’s a very peppy, cut-and-dry, get to the point type of woman.  I speak with her privately and it’s like I can finally speak my mind without someone looking down on how “cold” I was regarding this whole abortion.  She understood that I wasn’t ready, she understood that I was with someone who I ultimately didn’t want to be with, she understood my selfishness and didn’t look at me like I was this heartless bitch about to have her child ripped from her womb.  

“I’m only 21 years old, I haven’t even lived.  I don’t want marriage and a child yet.  I don’t want to give up on myself and having this child feels like I’m taking the easy way out of life.  I can’t bear the thought of being tied to this person for the rest of my life, though I deeply care for him, I don’t see a good outcome for my wellbeing.”  

“Honey, I see a lot of women here in the exact same situation as you and you know what?  I know when they don’t want to go through with this and you are not one of those women.”

I stared at the wall as she let my family back in and told everyone I am going through with this.  My dad was in tears and he is a man who has cried maybe once since I was born.  He couldn’t even stay inside, he left my mom and boyfriend in the waiting room while I was in surgery.  I dressed in a gown and hugged my boyfriend a momentary goodbye as I was lead to the surgical room, which more looked like a doctor’s office with an unofficial surgical table.  Gail held my hand and kept saying, “This way honey, this way”.  She softly pushed my shoulders through the door and internally I was thinking, “This is so wrong, Rachel, what the hell, you can still change your mind and turn around.”  But I didn’t.  I put my big girl pants on and told myself to lie down and shut the hell up.  I knew this was the right decision and I would regret it my entire life if I didn’t go through with it.  

I remember lying on the table and the surgeon introduced himself, though I can’t remember him anymore.  He and the nurses did a quick ultrasound and found I was only 6 weeks along which was a huge relief.  I was so scared I’d be almost two or three months and be told I couldn’t have the abortion anymore.  They put an IV in me and were all casually talking to one another while I was waiting for it to kick in, wondering how long it would take.  Next thing I know, I’m waking up and Gail is smiling at me.  I feel like someone is trying to pry my eyes open after I only just fell asleep from having insomnia for 100 years, it hurts so bad.

She lets me recover for a couple minutes and tells me to sit up when I’m ready and drink some water.  I look at her after taking a few sips and say, “You’re right, all I feel is relief”.  And it was true.  I wasn’t pregnant anymore and this 4 day nightmare was over.  I could breathe, I was just Rachel again.  My boyfriend told me later on that he’ll never forget my face when he walked in to see me.  I wasn’t like his previous girlfriend who came out a ghostly green color horrified by herself that she had just aborted her child...I looked happy…and to be completely honest, I was.

After I get dressed we all pack in the car and head home.  It was probably the most awkward silence I’ve ever been in so I just stared out the window the entire time.  Everyone is so shocked at how I didn’t hesitate to have this abortion and nobody has anything to say.  I feel awful for hurting them and putting them through this, but I know I made the right decision not just for myself, but for them as well.  One day they will see that.    

Later on in the evening my boyfriend and I are upstairs watching TV, trying to find something to replace this silence.  All he can do is stare at me every few minutes and give me this disgusting look of “How could you?”.  I’m trying my best to ignore it but he’s making it more and more obvious to where it’s impossible.  It is Halloween night so there’s a bunch of scary movies on and I settle for Children on the Corn.  I haven’t seen it before so I found it comical but really good.  I’m laughing at the movie and then he decides to really give me a piece of his mind.

“How can you laugh and act like you didn’t just murder our child?  How are you normal?  What psychopath rips their daughter from their womb and comes home to watch a movie about murderous children…and laugh?  You are disgusting, Rachel, I can’t even look at you.  How could you fucking do this?”

I didn’t know what to say so I just sat there and took it like I took all of his emotional beatings.  I felt relieved that I was no longer in life-altering panic mode but I’m not that heartless of a bitch where I wasn’t sensitive to how he was feeling.  That didn’t make his abuse okay though.  After about an hour of non-stop abuse he starts to make me cry and I tell him that if he can’t shut up he needs to leave.  My parents hear my distraught and my dad starts to yell at him, threatening to kick him out.  It seemed to do the trick.  The weekend was a blur and we mainly lounged around in this awkward silence/peace treaty between my parents and my boyfriend.  Once it was Sunday though it was time for him to go home.  

We parted ways and I had this renewed sense of finding a better job for myself now that I didn’t have a child to look forward to.  It took about three months but ultimately I found myself an assistant position at a showroom in downtown LA.  My parents wondered if this would be the final straw to break my relationship but somehow I stayed for another year.  My abortion was a turning point though and I realized that he was not what I wanted for my future.  I wanted to be single, I wanted to have friends, a job I love, I wanted to do more than just fight and smoke my life away.  There was nothing about him that I loved and it took me three years to realize that I never truly fell in love with him.  It was this sick, twisted, manipulating mind fuck of a disease that leaves you drowning with no energy to escape.  You know how fucked everything is but somehow you can’t leave.  

The last year with him was me trying to break free.  I just didn’t care anymore, he would get upset at me and I wouldn’t react like my life was falling apart…and that scared the shit out of him.  Slowly, he realized that it didn’t matter how angry he got at me or how much he threatened me, I was done.  I didn’t even know I was going to break up with him the night I finally did, October 2nd of 2014.  He was complaining about having no friends and I didn’t care to console him, I was so burnt out from work.  He told me if I wasn’t going to be there for him I could just leave, so I said “Okay” and left.  Of course he was yelling after me at how I could be so heartless during his time of emotional need, so I walked back and thought to myself “It really is now or never Rachel.  If you don’t leave him this very second, you never will”.

Then I did it.  My voice was shaking and he was staring at me with disbelief, but I broke up with him.  The next couple of hours he went through all the stages of grief and laid every trick he had in his manipulation manual to make me stay, but every time I said no, my voice became steadier and stronger.  I didn’t have to stay with this person and I was finding the strength in myself I had lost the moment I met him.

The following days and weeks were completely terrifying.  My phone would not stop ringing, he wouldn’t stop texting me or my friends, he would drive by my house and demand to be let in, he would drive to my friend’s houses to search for me, he would email me, he even barged into my work more times than I can count on both my hands.  I would take him outside so as not to disturb my CEO and Executive Director, but then he would scream at me and follow me around as I would literally run away from him.  I was crying so hard a group of young men across the parking lot heard me and came over asking if I needed help.  That seemed to scare him off, but moments later I hear his tires screeching from around the corner and he comes barreling straight towards me trying to run me over, slamming on his brakes as I move out of the way just in time.  

After that I block him in every way possible and start to file a restraining order.  A couple months later I hear that he threw around all of my nude photos and videos to a bunch of his friends, they all know about my abortion and most definitely my herpes, he fucked this wannabe porn star during the times he harassed me at work trying to get me to take him back, it just baffles my mind how much of a piece of shit I was with.

I knew I made the right decision to abort my child and his post breakup actions further solidified my decision.  I don’t wish him harm, but he is a disgrace to genuine human beings on this planet and I feel sorry for whoever he traps in his life next.  I have no respect for him and never want to reconcile or see his face ever again.  Personally, I have no shame for my actions and don’t care if someone calls me a murderer.  I knew what was right for me and I’m proud of myself and everything I went through.  It has made me into the woman I am today and I wouldn’t trade her for anything.


If you’ve gotten to the end of this, I graciously thank you and I apologize for the length. Like I said before, my abortion was never about the struggle on whether or not to keep the chid, but the struggle to do what I wanted and stand up for my decision when everyone around me very clearly didn’t want me to abort.  There are so many women in emotionally compromising relationships where it completely sucks the life from you and I was an empty shell of a human for three years because of this person.  I know how hard it is to leave someone like that, but know that you do have the strength and there is no shame in asking for help leaving if you need to.  If you find yourself pregnant and don’t want that life for yourself, don’t go through with it.  It is your body and your choice.  Do not let someone else dictate how you live your life.  A child is a life decision and there is nothing to be ashamed of if you are not ready, no matter the circumstance in how you got pregnant.  

I’m awful at concluding so I will leave it here, thank you for reading and all of your support this year from my blog.  It’s been an incredible journey and one that I am continuing into 2016 with open arms.

All of my love,


Till I See You Again (part 3)


Summary: Jace Wayland was 4 years old when he first fell in love. When he was 9 years old he lost the little girl he loved and he’s been blaming himself ever since. Seventeen years later a mundane girl with an identifying necklace walks into his life and changes him forever.

Jace Wayland X Reader

Words: 2000+

part 1 

part 2

Author’s notes: Guys this one is so long! Sorry it’s a bit of a doozy. Thanks so much for reading! I appreciate all the positive feedback. It really makes my day.

Originally posted by claraschinman

The noise of chattering woke me up. My mind woke up first, so I keep my eyes closed as I try to analyze my surroundings. I’m lying down on a bed and there are people close by, talking in whispers. The pain on my hands and my neck is gone, but there is a warm burn on my left forearm, it feels like someone put a hot cup of tea against my skin. A large whooshing sound forces my eyes open and I jump out of bed, ready to defend myself from the strangers around me. I trip over a pair of legs but strong arms grab me before I fall on the floor. I look up to see the same people from the shipyard looking at me with curiosity and the man that sits on my bed smiles. He is of Asian descent but his eyes were yellow, like a cat, and blue fog is coming out of his fingertips. He must have noticed my gawking because he laughed and shook his head towards me.

“If those big eyes become any bigger, I swear they will swallow us all. My name is Mangus Bane, I’m here to help you remember your past. Now sit, before you trip and hurt yourself again.” The man extends his hands and I take them willingly, his eyes seem trustworthy enough.

“Where am I?” I ask as I look down at myself, I’m wearing new clothes and they certainly aren’t mine, I don’t wear this much black. My attention is drawn to the burning sensation on my forearm and I look at it, someone had tattooed my forearm without my consent.

“What the hell?” I yell angrily while trying to rub the mark off my skin. “You tattooed me? Is this some kind of cult?”

“Relax biscuit. This is…sort of a cult, but a very interesting one.” The man smirks and winks at me as he traces his index finger along my forearm. I feel a tingling sensation in my blood and my veins start to glow white. Then everything happened at once.

I was suddenly standing in the middle of a flower field, there was a young woman in front of me, holding a baby and rocking it back and forth as she hums a lullaby. I recognize the song as being Lavender Blue, my fathers used to sing it to me when I was little. I am then pulled backwards and I am now standing in the same field, but this time a little boy with blonde hair was carrying a toddler on his back, they were running through the flower fields. The scene changes again, the two children were a bit older now, and they were sitting under a tree. The boy was holding a long-chained necklace and was placing around the girls’ neck. I recognize the necklace instantly, the amber was unmistakable, it’s my necklace, the one currently in my purse. I fell back on the bed and stared at the mark on my forearm.

“Are you alright?” The girl with long black hair looks at me.

“Ever since I was a child I’ve been seeing strange things. People with other faces, flying creatures. My parents took me to see a psychologist and they diagnosed me of a delusional disorder when I was 8 years old. All my life I’ve been thinking I was crazy.”

“You’re not crazy. You just have the sight. You’re one of us.”

“I….This is all too much.Take me home please. I want to go home.”

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Adrien had been flicking idly through channels, killing time before a photoshoot that afternoon. He’d been relieved when interest had begun to die down in Marinette, and she’d been safe so far. Ladybug had suggested they make a public plea to the press to leave Marinette alone, and he’d agreed eagerly, glad that Ladybug was willing to help without him even having to ask her. It seemed to have worked, too. There were still occasional photos, but the overall intrusiveness had died down a lot. Adrien still took her to and from school every day, but he told her it was just to make sure she was safe. No other reason.

‘Breaking News’ interrupted his channel hopping and he groaned. They always reported akuma sightings like this. It wasn’t that he disliked going to fight the akuma, of course, as much as one could be said to like going out to fight some poor distressed person who had been hijacked by a supervillain, it just would have been nicer if Hawk Moth could have waited until after his photoshoot to send one out.

“Plagg,” he said, holding his fist, and dormant ring in the air, and then he stopped, his hand falling, horror crossing his face as the rest of the report played.

“We have unconfirmed reports that the akuma has kidnapped Marinette Dupain. These images were taken of her balcony this morning.”

There was one of Marinette stood, in fighting stance, facing off against someone in a weird approximation of a postal uniform. The next picture showed her being flung across her own balcony, the next was the akuma putting her in his bag as if she was a common parcel. Adrien felt his mouth go dry and his heart beat its way up his throat.

“We can now go live to the scene,” the reporter said, “where the akuma claims to have a message for Chat Noir.”

The akuma, titled by the news ticker as 'The Deliverer’, stood in front of the statue of Ladybug and Chat Noir, holding an envelope.

The TV played on as Chat Noir exited Adrien’s window, moving as fast as he could, and trying desperately to get in touch with Ladybug. She had to have seen the report, she had to know.

She had to.

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A Sherlolly Christmas Story From My Six Year Old Son.

Okay, P was very excited about this one. Please forgive all the parentheticals… It’s a doozy and I couldn’t help myself.

It was Christmas at Sherlock and Molly’s. They were going to have a party. So they invited: John and Mary, Greg, Mycroft and Mrs. Hudson. But also they invited Moriarty. (Now, he said ‘the bad guy’… I did help him with the name. I described Jim. He said “Oh, yeah, the one who put on the crown!” Yes, I allowed my, then 5 year son old to watch Sherlock – it was on PBS – that makes it educational.)  Moriarty had two guards with him, they had tasers. He was handcuffed behind his back. (Okay, stay with us. P wanted to include Jim because 'even bad guys deserve to have a happy holiday’.)

They only had sweets at the party. They had ice cream, cake, candy and special banana pudding. Mycroft was really pleased. After they ate they exchanged gifts.

Everyone gave Moriarty his presents first. Sherlock got him a giant stuffed panda (and I never even showed him the GNS clip, that’s all him). Molly gave him a teddy bear. John and Mary got him a recliner, so he could relax and make evil plans. It will be his 'thinking place’. Greg got him a bottle of his favorite soda. Mycroft got him a 'grim reaper costume’. (The irony is not lost on me!)

Sherlock got Mrs. Hudson a pack of balloons and he got Greg photo of the whole group. Sherlock got Molly a new pink and purple door. (I don’t ask, I just type)

Everyone else got a bunch of gifts too. (He lost his steam with the gifts.)

After the gifts they played a game called 'Hide and Go Light’. (This is an actual game my kids play, lights out, flashlights in hand. Think hide and go seek in the dark.) They let Moriarty out of his handcuffs to play the game and when the lights went off, he stole Greg’s photo! (Gasp)

Moriarty ran down the stairs and stole Molly’s car then took off, speeding! Then he went into a building that said 'no guns and no smoking’ on a sign in front. And guess what? He had a gun in his pocket and a cigarette in his mouth. (This is because of the sign we saw at the Water Dept. today… LOL) Then he stole a TV, an empty spray bottle and someone’s scanner. Then he took off in the car again. He went TOP SPEED! (I’m actually laughing as I type!)

Finally Sherlock and the guards stopped him with their cars. Moriarty shot his gun up in the air, making fireworks. It was confusing to everyone and he escaped so he ran back to the party. When he went to the door and tried to sneek back in. But the guards and Sherlock caught up and Molly was there too. They had him cornered. Molly grabbed him and 'took him down’.

They caught him. And they did NOT let him have fun at the party. They took him back to jail.

Then they gave Moriarty’s gifts to homeless people.  

Merry Christmas!
From 'P’

Bill’s plan...?

We’ve had it in our hands all along.

Bill is a master of all things chaotic. An apocalypse, for example, is pretty chaotic! Whatever the exact details are, I have a feeling it’ll involve other demons and/or a party. Taking over the physical dimension.

But something else pretty huge is bugging me about this page.

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