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Complicated Little Emotions- Part 1

Part 2 should be posted in the next couple of days. That’s where the direct sherlolly interactions will begin. Thanks for bearing with me, readers. ;))


The door to her flat shut, not even hard, but it still made Molly wince in pain. She stood there for a few moments, frozen with her arms crossed tightly over her middle as she felt heat pool in her face and pressure build throat. She could hardly breathe at first, and when her body finally insisted on air, the process became an agonizing combination of respiration and sobbing.

With her vision now horribly blurred, Molly marched down the hallway and into her bedroom. The force of her steps set Toby on alert and he jetted from the bed to hide underneath the armchair by her window. Which was fortunate for him, seeing as Molly was in no mood to be gentle with the bed linens.

She whipped the duvet and sheet from off the bed and tossed it on the floor, along with the throw blanket that hung on the footboard. She violently removed the pillow cases; all four regular ones and the two shams. Amongst sobs that were growing louder by the moment, she climbed onto the bed to tug the corners of the fitted sheets and mattress pad away from the mattress, sniffling as she finally balled them up and chucked them at the floor along with the rest of the items.

She collapsed then, atop her completely bare bed, curling up and weeping uncontrollably. How stupid she felt; utterly ridiculous and childish! Molly couldn’t even believe that she’d managed to convince herself that somehow things would be anything other than what they were this morning. How, in the moments that it took for her to make that decision the night before, did she conclude that things would somehow turn out well?

Molly lay there fifteen minutes later, spent from crying, staring blankly up at her ceiling. Toby felt it safe to join her and she absentmindedly scratched his fuzzy head and felt the soft rumbling of his purring against her side. It hurt so badly to lay there feeling like she did at that moment. The contrast to twelve short hours before was so very extreme. It really was too awful to dwell on. She decided that she really shouldn’t.

A few minutes later, Molly Hooper forced herself to get up, start the linens washing, get ready for work, and get on with her life.


Sherlock pulled up a chair and sat down across from his brother, both of their expressions weary, even three weeks after their lives completely changed. Mycroft dumped a file on the desk in front of Sherlock and smiled tightly.

“All loose ends officially tied then?” Sherlock questioned softly as he picked up the file.

“Yes, I should say so. Even Mummy and Daddy seem relatively at ease.” Mycroft sighed. “Largely thanks to you.”

The two brothers exchanged a look for a moment, both fully aware of the part that each of them had played, good and bad, and the way their lives would never be the same.

Mycroft drew a deep breath. “Oh and the search was done, as you requested. During the work day of course, so she was completely unaware.”

Sherlock’s leaned forward in interest and he set the file down again. “And?”

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Real life Twilight-Zone.

chib-the-chibi  asked:

where is all this official YoI art coming from? The one at the beach and the one you just posted with them in the car? Can you link me to the creator's official page?

I think it’s from Pash! Illustration? To be honest I saw it on twitter, but I made sure it was actually official art before I made a meme out of it. 

Here’s the other picture

                                       AESTHETIC BOARDS                                        

                                A falling star fell from your heart and landed in my eyes,
                         I screamed aloud, as it tore through them, and now it’s left me blind.
                                                  CHARACTER RELATIONSHIPS

                                                            ↳ JYN x CASSIAN                                             

request from @tospeakofbravery             

An Optional Extra

Here’s a LITTLE DRABBLE I WROTE NBD

Rating: Matureish I suppose; involves alcohol and talks about Daniel’s penis.
Words: 938
Pairing: Armand/Daniel
Summary: Drunk vampire makeout. 
Supplemental Material: Title borrowed from THIS COOL SONG that’s about androids but like whoops whatever pretend it’s about vampires okay. 


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anonymous asked:

I really wish you would just sink into the other blog you have and kind of fade off of this one.

                 I don’t understand how people can wake up and think “Today would be a great day to be a complete asshole to some random stranger who is writing just to have a good time.”

As someone whose attachment to Washington DC is just as strong as her attachment to London—I am a child of both capital cities (geographically and biographically; my parents are diplomats) and finished university in DC and lived in its suburbs for a long time—I can tell you already that even though it’s not even the end of January, Killian’s chirpy, zipping little visit to a cold and wet DC today is likely going to make my Best of 2017 at the end of this year. Emotions business. Emotions business, you damned POTATO.

propshophannah  asked:

(I'm sorry for all these) "What do you mean no ones ever made you a flower crown?" —ELRIEL

I feel like the way that I took this wasn’t what you might’ve expected, but it just happened…

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Azriel hummed contently from where he lay with his head in Elian’s lap. She giggled behind him, thinking to herself about how he always seemed to purr like a cat when she did this.

The first time she made him a flower crown he looked at her like she had just said the sky was green.

“Come again?” He had said.

“I made you a flower crown,” she had replied matter-of-factly. “You’re not obligated to wear it, you won’t hurt my feelings. But I made you one. So here. You can throw it away later if you want.”

Azriel had hesitated, but took the crown nonetheless with a mumbled thank you before vanishing into the shadows.

He had taken it to his room that night and laid it on his bedside table with a small smile that no one else could see.

The next morning he felt like the stupid one though when he showed up to breakfast with Cassian and Rhys wearing their flower crowns proudly and calling him an ass for not doing the same.

Years later, she still made him flower crowns, but now she presented them to him with a kiss and a smile meant only for him.

The field they lay in now was their favorite spot, and one of the only places Azriel wasn’t afraid to be out of the shadows. Certainly not when he was with her.

He leaned into her fingers as they weaved through his jet black hair. She was trying out some new flower in his crown today and had been excited about it all morning.

“What’s your favorite kind of flower crown?” Azriel asked suddenly. “To wear, not to make.”

Elain’s fingers stumbled in his hair, but quickly recovered.

“I don’t know,” she said with a shrug. “No one’s ever made me a flower crown before.”

Azriel blinked once before sitting up suddenly and whirling on her.

“Hey!” Elain whined, picking up the half finished flower crown that had fallen out of his hair.

“What do you mean no ones ever made you a flower crown?” Azriel asked quickly, staring at her incredulously.

Elain blushed. “No one’s ever made me one,” she repeated. “I just make them for everyone else.”

Azriel stared at her, his mouth floundering open and closed like a fish.

“It’s fine,” she said quickly, taking his hand in her own. “I like making them for people! Especially you.”

“But… but that’s not fair. Not to you,” he argued.

“I can make them for myself if I really want,” she said. “And sometimes I do. It’s just… not the same I guess. But I really don’t mind.”

“Teach me,” Azriel said bluntly. “Teach me how to make a flower crown.”

Elain laughed. “What?”

“Teach me how you do them. I’m going to make you one.”

Elain only laughed harder, but stopped when noticed Azriel’s stone cold expression.

“Really?” She asked, her voice barely above a whisper as if it were the highest honor she’d ever been gifted.

Azriel smiled softly, taking her other hand in his own.

“Teach me,” he said again.

Elain bit her lip as she tried to hold back her smile. “Okay,” she whispered.

In the end, Azriel’s flower crown looked absolutely terrible. It wasn’t symmetrical at all, he accidentally crumbled up half the flowers, it was just a mess. Rhys and Cassian made sure to tell him so.

But Elain wore it proudly until it just wasn’t wearable anymore, and decades later it still sat on their bedside table.