I watched Titanic for the millionth time the other day, and there’s a bit where Jack kisses Rose on the hand. I decided to look up the origin of the tradition out of curiosity, and found out that with hand kissing in a formal setting pressing your lips too much on the actual hand would be considered too intimate a gesture and thus inappropriate due to it’s romantic connotations.
Well golly gee, those lips seem to be all over that hand of yours Miss Oswald.
Exhibit A: Sakura touching her lips, blushing, whileremembering one of her kisses with Sasuke:
Body language is important to remember especially on manga dear anon.
Exhibit B: Sakura thenremembering something “even better/nicer”. In order for Sakura to know which is better/or nicershe would have needed to experience both. Which is why she knew “which” memory she treasured most because she experienced of both.
Exhibit C: How could Sasuke not have ever kissed the woman he knows is a strong medic ninja that heals; but he still worries about regardless:
Exhibit D: How could Sasuke not have ever kissed the woman he loved so much to the point they created a daughter. Basically impossible. And those are his words. Not mine.
“How can you say that for sure?” = “How can you be so certain that you love her?”
In which Sasuke responds with:
“Because you exist Sarada” = “Because i love your mother so much you came into existence Sarada” and that equals to= “because i made love to your mother, out of the incredibly strong love that i had for her, you exist sarada”. What is not understandable? (making love equals to kissing everywhere, including on the mouth/& or lips)
Exhibit E: If Sasuke had never once kissed Sakura before then why was Sakura so casual about receiving one almost as it were something normal she’d ask him and she’d casually expect of him to do? Oh, i know! That’s because they have had kissed before!:
Exhibit F: If Sasuke has never kissed Sakura then why was Sakura so confused and surprised at getting her first rain check in a long time of seeing him almost as she didn’t expect one from him. Emphasis of that is on the: ??!
(take note that the only reason why Sasuke couldn’t bring himself to kiss her there was because their daughter was right there watching. That’s why kishi drew Sarada there. To make sure we understand why he couldn’t kiss her.)
Exhibit G: If Sasuke does not like or has never kissed Sakura before because he found it weird, unnecessary, or something he couldn’t see himself doing, then why was he so happy that she asked for one anyway?
Update: Oh, i know! That’s because he enjoys teasing her and knows that he will give her all his love once he comes back! He enjoys teasing the fluff out of the woman whose heart is connected with his!
Update: I just realized that miswrote what i was trying to say on that last paragraph. What i mean’t to write was that he is happy that she asked for one anyway because he is happy to have Sakura in his life. Even though he couldn’t kiss her because their daughter was watching he loves her so much that he appreciates every single gesture coming from her. If he didn’t want to kiss her he would have shown a disgusted face; but instead he showed a smile and took a hold of something she made for him. He took a hold of something someone special to him made for him. His wife.
I just meant to write the teasing part as a small joke. But i wrote that first and forgot to write this. So sorry T-T i was sleepy when i wrote this and that’s why.
I hope you guys enjoy this next part of Sastiel’s story! Don’t forget I’m running a Sastiel competition with amazing prizes. All you have to do is make an edit/fanart based on my Sastiel fic to be in the draw to win!
Slight AU in which everything is the same except when Alex and Maggie meet, Alex is a Seasoned Gay and Maggie is single.
They argue about jurisdiction, but the tarmac isn’t where the debate ends.
Because she’s dealt with local cops before. All part of the job.
But this woman?
This… Maggie Sawyer, NCPD Science Division. With her showed you mine bullshit and her irritating head tilt and the way she saw things Alex didn’t, knew things Alex didn’t think she should know…
This woman got under her skin.
And she wanted so much more.
And when she shows up at that warehouse in the arts district? Alone, no backup? Not even a flashlight?
Just a slow rise from that crouch – that crouch that Alex has seen twice now, and wants to… well… she can think of other ways to get this woman to bend down – confident and calm, collected and cool, like an entire DEO strike team isn’t stamping down the stairwell with guns that would melt her inner organs?
Just a smirk and a witty retort about feds and firepower and god she remembers her name – of course she remembers her name, because, as she’s also reminding her, she’s a detective.
And she detects.
And when Alex radios Winn that they missed him, that he could be anywhere, she starts to walk away.
She starts to walk away because she wants this woman – badly – but right now, the president’s life is on the line.
Right now, she has a job to do.
But right now, this woman, this detective, this… this force… is following her, with that low voice and that confident gait, and she’s updating her on what she’s found, and Alex is pretending not to hang on her every word, but damn this woman is smart and damn this woman is brave.
Smart, because she might dismiss it as just detecting, just doing her job, but Alex needed Winn’s genius to find this place. And she was still slower in getting there than this Maggie Sawyer woman.
And Alex had stormed in with an entire strike team, with armor and a rocket launcher on her shoulder.
This woman had strolled in with a glock in her waistband and bravado in her step, and that’s… that’s it.
So Alex isn’t surprised when Maggie doesn’t back down when Alex stops abruptly, when she turns and she stares down at Maggie and she backs her slightly into a wall.
“What do you want, Sawyer? For me to admit you got the drop on me, that you found this place before me? What, do you want a medal?”
“We don’t all do our jobs for gold stars, Danvers. Maybe I’m just trying to keep people safe, same as you. Maybe it’s nice to get the chance to work with someone whose eyes don’t glaze over when I mention heat vision and Infernians for a change. You trying to tell me that’s a crime? That the warehouse is out of my jurisdiction, too?”
Maggie’s eyes drop to Alex’s lips, and when they travel back up her face to lock into hers, Alex knows.
Knows that she’s not the only one who feels it.
This… thing. Between them.
“This whole city is my jurisdiction, Sawyer,” she says, her voice meant for the bedroom, her voice dripping with the things she wants to do to this arrogant, brilliant, beautiful, bold cop.
“We might have to disagree about that, Danvers,” Maggie arches an eyebrow, her eyes now entirely on Alex’s lips, on the shrinking space between them.
“We might,” Alex whispers, and they move their moves to crash into each other at the same time, and god, god, god, is it like breathing for the first time.
She tastes like black coffee and she tastes like motorcycle exhaust, and she tastes absolutely perfect.
“This how you fight all your jurisdiction battles, Danvers?” Maggie breathes as Alex’s lips case out her neck.
“Only the ones with gorgeous women,” Alex chuckles from the back of her throat, and when Maggie takes her lips with hers again, it’s with tongue and it’s with teeth and it’s with everything perfect and everything needed and everything released.
Alex grabs her wrists as Maggie tries to run her fingers up her shirt.
“Sorry – “ Maggie starts, but Alex shakes her head sharply.
“Good?” she asks, gaze flitting between Maggie’s and the way Alex’s hands have caught her wrists. Maggie’s eyes fly wide for a moment when she catches her meaning, catches her question. She covers her surprise, her hope, her excitement, with a cocky smirk.
“Still my jurisdiction, Danvers,” she taunts, and Alex hisses as she pins Maggie’s hands above her head, relishing the way her head tilts back, the way her hips roll forward, the way her entire body reacts when Alex slips her thigh between Maggie’s legs.
“Yeah? Your jurisdiction?” Alex taunts right back, and Maggie’s nostrils flare, but her eyes beg Alex not to stop. And she doesn’t.
She pushes Maggie’s hands against the wall gently but with purpose, gingerly but with a clear command – stay – and she traces her hands down Maggie’s body to her breasts, shoving aside her jacket and filling her palms, moaning softly when she feels Maggie’s nipples responding to her touch.
“Like that, Sawyer?” she asks, already knowing the answering, already reading the answer pouring off Maggie’s body in waves.
She teases her nipples between her thumbs and her index fingers, all through her shirt and desperate to find out what kind of bra she’s wearing, what her breasts feel like with no barrier between them at all – and she braces her body up with the steadiness of her thigh between her legs, letting Maggie grind down on her as hard as she wants.
And god, does she seem to want it hard.
Alex crashes her lips back down onto Maggie’s before licking down her jawline, to her neck.
“Danvers,” Maggie brings her hands down from above her head to try to touch Alex.
But it’s Alex’s jurisdiction, dammit.
So she grabs her wrists again, stopping her again. Maggie gives a quick nod – so subtle, so quick, Alex would have missed it if she didn’t care to look for it – and Alex correctly reads it as her permission to continue.
She spins Maggie around, so she’s facing away from her. Facing the cool, solid wall. Maggie writhes and just barely restrains herself from whining in pleasure, in desperation.
“So you like it rough, Detective?” Alex growls just behind Maggie’s ear as she presses her up against the wall of the now-abandoned warehouse, Alex pinning one of Maggie’s arms behind her back.
Maggie struggles and Alex loosens her grip immediately, but Maggie turns her face enough to catch her eyes. Enough to tell her that she’d better not stop.
“I like it when you don’t talk, Danvers,” she rasps, and Alex chuckles.
The sound shoots straight through Maggie’s body, infects her blood and makes her wonder, only briefly, what a genuine laugh would sound like coming from this woman’s lips.
“Mm, see, I think you’re lying,” Alex tells her, grinding her hips into Maggie’s ass, snaking one hand down her jeans, one hand around her body and up her shirt to tease at her nipple again, pausing only long enough for Maggie to nod once, to nod desperate, to nod sharp.
“Do you? You have some fancy polygraph you’re taking readings from?” Maggie retorts from the back of her throat, and Alex nudges Maggie’s hair away from the side of her neck with her nose and bites down softly with her teeth.
Maggie hisses and arches back into her, and Alex hums a question. Maggie nods again, once, sharp, and Alex sinks her teeth deeper, harder. Rougher.
“Don’t need a polygraph to tell you like it when I order you to cum all over my hand, Sawyer.”
A moan escapes Maggie’s lips, then, and she lets her head roll back onto Alex’s shoulder.
But only for a moment does she allow that intimacy.
“I don’t take orders from feds, Danvers.”
Alex works her hand harder over Maggie’s clit, licks at her earlobe, and revels in the way her body is putty in her grasp.
“Good thing I’m not a fed, then. Cum all over me, Detective. I want to feel you unravel for me. Now. That’s an order.”
Maggie’s bites her lip, but it doesn’t help.
A hiss of air, a throaty moan, a string of curses spills out of her lips as her body racks, as her body tenses, as her body convulses, as her body stills. As her body unravels for Alex Danvers. Right on command.
Alex bites her own lips.
To keep from calling her beautiful.
To keep from telling her she’s got her.
To keep from turning her face gently, kissing her tenderly, guiding her down from ecstasy and into her heaven.
She bites her lips, and instead, her arms do all the talking for her.
Holding Maggie steady and holding her safe.
“Fuck…” Maggie pants as she comes down from her orgasm, and Alex pulls away slightly, bringing her hands back to herself and licking her fingers clean, a smug smirk on her face.
Maggie turns to watch her, and Alex thinks she sees a hint of something more than sex in the way her pupils dilate. But only for a moment. Because then it’s gone. Then the shutters are back up, as she watches Alex teasingly relish the taste of Maggie’s orgasm on her own hand.
“Fuck you,” Maggie breathes, and Alex’s grin just broadens.
“That’ll be next time, Detective, won’t it?” she winks, and she strides off without further explanation, without further hope.
Or at least, that’s what she tries to portray.
Nothing to hope for but lust, but kisses stolen, but touches taken, but orgasms given.
Because she can’t have time in her life for anything more than that.
Can’t have space in her heart for anything more than that.
And yet when Maggie calls her to ask if she wants to see how local cops get their information – and Alex is infuriated, frankly, that this woman somehow found her number, and she doesn’t want to think about how that only makes her more curious, how curiosity only makes her more… interested – Alex makes sure to take her Ducati.
Because she looks damn good on her bike, and she looks damn good in this jacket, and she will focus everything on how she looks and nothing on how she feels, because this woman is amazing to kiss and this woman is amazing to fuck.
And hell, this woman may even be amazing to work with, but she… no. No, no, no, no.
She can’t be touching Alex’s wrist, hand, gently with her own when Alex reaches into her waistband for her gun.
She can’t be looking at her with soft eyes, she can’t be telling her about growing up a brown queer kid in small town Nebraska.
She can’t be talking about relating to aliens, to outsiders, because then the thing that’s started to burn inside Alex might be real.
It might be… feelings.
Feelings, beyond sex.
Feelings, beyond warehouse trysts and alleyway fantasies.
She’s grateful when she gets even the slightest bit of intel.
Because she needs to get away from this woman. Away from this bar that feels like it could be the place where her life changes.
But then the president is speaking, and then the Infernian is attacking, and then…
And then Maggie is gone.
And Alex… Alex cares more than she should.
She cares more than she would if Maggie just felt like some fling, like some hot case to crack, like some jurisdictional kink to resolve.
She cares to the point where her heart wavers, and she cares to the point where she literally walks into fire for her.
Because it’s her job, she tells herself.
It’s her job.
But it’s not her job – doctor or not – to chase all the other DEO medics away from Maggie’s beaten body. It’s not her job to check her over with quite that much tenderness, and it’s not her job to want to press her lips to the gauze she puts over her burn.
It’s not her job to want to squeal with giddy joy when Maggie tells her she usually doesn’t do well with partners, but they make a really great team.
It’s not her job, and it’s not her sex drive, either.
So when she tells her she should get some rest, that she can stay at the DEO if she wants, Maggie pauses, and her heart leaps, but then it sinks right back down again.
“No, I can’t.”
“What, you got a hot date or something?” Alex asks, like they didn’t fuck each other hours before.
Maggie’s breath hitches.
“No. No, of course I – no, I just… don’t wanna impinge on your jurisdiction, Danvers.”
She tugs her jacket on and Alex barely resists the impulse to help ease it over her shoulders.
“We could share,” she offers, and Maggie tilts her head and squints, a lopsided grin starting to form.
“Jurisdiction, I mean. I mean… what I really mean is… Stay. Maggie. We… we’ve done this whole thing backwards. Our first fight and then our first…” She glances around. “You know.”
“Oh, is that what the kids are calling it nowadays?”
“Sawyer. Stay. Let me take care of you.”
“So you can get laid later?”
“No! I mean… no. Like I said. Backwards. Stay. We can backtrack. Get to know each other. Keep each other company.” She gestures at her shoulder. “I can help you heal. I’m not just an alien hunting fed, you know, I’m also a doctor.”
Maggie chuckles and leans back down onto the medical bed. “Yeah, I noticed. Anything you can’t do, Danvers?”
“I’m not good at relationships. But I can try. If you wanted.”
Maggie blinks and purses her lips and stares, hard. Like she’s calculating.
Alex waits, because god, she knows what those calculations are like.
“You’re on, Danvers. So you gonna show me around your spy lab, or what?”
Shrinking Scully - PG-13. Drunk drabble. Pre-revival. Collab with @2moms-0fucks. “If you could choose to have your son back, but that meant you would lose Mulder, would you still choose your son?”
Gas Station Coffee - PG. Drabble. Post IWTB. Pre-revival. “But it’s been an entire year, and sometimes all it takes is a cup of coffee and a fucking cigarette to stoke the good memories of him, of them, of the times when she wanted to stay.”
Two Weeks, Too Cold - R. Prompt. Heavy Angst. Post IWTB. “Her chest aches at the memory – of the desperate tears and of his voice breaking on each I’m sorry and please don’t leave me.”
Four Weeks, Forgive - NC17. Angst + smut. Post IWTB. Sequel to Two Weeks, Too Cold. “She doesn’t listen to the messages he leaves, either, after the first one. I’m so sorry, Scully. His voice is rough with tears and probably whiskey. Please come home.”
Things You Said When I Was Crying - R. Prompt. Drabble. Post-episode for Orison. “You deserve to be touched like that, Scully. You didn’t deserve what happened tonight. You didn’t deserve any of it.”
Listening - PG. Light angst. Drabble. Post-episode for Revelations. Written for the @txf-fic-chicks post-episode challenge. “What truly terrifies her, what causes her blood to freeze in her veins as the lump in her throat grows, is that Mulder isn’t listening.”
Tell Me You Need MePG-13. Prompt. Drabble. Post IWTB. “What’s happening now is not normal. She’s packing a bag, her freckled cheeks wet with tears, and you’re begging her to stop.”
Make Me - PG-13. Prompt. Drabble. Post-episode for Never Again. “You want me to tell you what I did with Ed Jerse?” He doesn’t respond. “I could tell you,” she offers venomously. “Or – “ You really want to know, Mulder? Fine. “You could come over here and make me.”
Don’t Talk, You’re Scaring Me - NC-17. Prompt. Angst/Smut. Post-episode for Elegy. Sequel for Make Me. “He means well, she knows. But his wounded gaze and the blend of condescension and concern in his voice makes her belly tighten. Makes her want to lash out or curl in.”
It’s Always Been You - PG. Slightly angsty fluff. Drabble. Post-episode for Field Trip. Written as a request. “All scientific seriousness and shoulder pads.”
I’m Not Wearing A Dress - PG. Prompt. Drabble. Slightly angsty fluff. “You don’t deserve that, Mulder. You’re better than all of them.”
Things You Were Afraid to Say - NC-17. Prompt. Drabble. Sequel for Things You Said In Your Sleep. Warning for rough (consensual) sex. “You’re terrified to speak the words aloud, knowing that you couldn’t possibly handle his judgment. You can barely handle your own.”
Standstill - PG-13 – NC-17. Heavy angst. Post The Truth. Warning for depression, self-harm, suicidal ideations, & sexual assault. Having lost her job, her son, & her identity, Scully has trouble coping. Everyone has a breaking point.
Just A Drink - PG – NC-17. Scully/Other. WLW. Written for the prompt: “Encounter with a beautiful stranger - “When was the last time you did something just because you wanted to?” Scully meets someone who reminds her of a part of herself she’s been denying.
ohmygod i love your blog so much! can you do headcanons regarding how the rfa + v and saeran would react to an mc who's never even kissed anyone before? lol i'm the only one out of my friends who's never been kissed and sometimes i feel so inexperienced 😔
(≧∇≦)/ You guys are so sweet to meeeee, aaaaaa!
And anon, don’t worry too much about it! The time will come, okay? I managed to uh…Do the deed more often than kissing. In fact, I’ve only been kissed once… orz I feel inexperienced too, but trust me, all those feelings go away when it finally happens, okay?
It’s just another life experience we haven’t really gotten to have, yet! But we’ve experienced a lot of others to make up for it! (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و
- Is there a way for him to actually have heart eyes?
- But no, he doesn’t mind. He thinks it’s super cute. How in the world did you manage to keep getting so adorable?
- “You’ve just been saving it for your Prince Charming, right~?”
- (Zen not everything is about you i s2g)
- After the two of you have your first official date, (Going to his secret spot and having a nice picnic he set up for the two of you), he’d want to end the date with a sweet kiss.
- He’d pull you into a light hug, brushing the hair away from your face, looking at you with such love in his eyes.
- “Princess, can I kiss you?”
- (What a dork)
- You shyly nod, and he gently presses his lips onto yours, only continuing the kiss when you try to kiss back.
- “Let’s hope we can share a lot more new experiences together, babe.”
- He….He’s only kissed his pillow at times
-(Seven said it was a good trick on learning how to kiss better!)
- But, when he finds out you haven’t kissed anyone either, his nerves quickly go away.
- He holds your hand and sheepishly rubs the back of his neck.
- “I haven’t either, but…I’m glad it’ll be with you.”
- The both of you are blushing like crazy.
- But when it comes to the two of you kissing for the first time, it’s sudden. The two of you were just spending time together- walking, window shopping, holding hands
- You were gushing over the view since it was such a nice day, and how happy you were warmed his heart
- He ended up just kissing you without thinking about it- Too infatuated with you
- When he pulled back, he’s instantly blushing and apologizing
- But he shuts up when you pull him in for another kiss
- You were shyly explaining how you weren’t used to dating whatsoever. That you were just inexperienced completely.
- “I mean… I haven’t even kissed a guy before.”
- Seven just looked at you sweetly, “Hey, me either.”
- (Seven i will personally kick your ass)
- He’d just say a few jokes to help ease your nerves. I mean, he hasn’t dated either, or really touched anywhere in that area. It’s cool, he’s okay with you not having much experience either!
- He even makes a puppet with his hand. “This has been my kissing partner for a while. You can try it too!” (Cue him kissing you with his hand like a puppet.)
- Your first kiss is one lazy morning- The two of you cuddling together. He’s whining because he doesn’t want to get out of bed. “You’re so comfyyyy~!”
- He’s so cute. Without thinking twice, your heart swelling with love, you end up kissing him.
- He’s surprised, but instantly kisses back.
- The two of you giggle a bit when you pull away, but continue to cuddle and share a few more smooches
- When he kissed you in the apartment, he had no idea he was your first. It explained why you were so red-faced over it. He just thought it was because he was being, ah, ‘smooth’?
- He doesn’t mind it. He actually thinks it’s a bit cute every time you get red-faced over it.
- He can’t say much either. He’s only had a few, erm, unwelcomed kisses from a few women.
- Yours was very nice, very welcoming.
- So, when you admit that you don’t really know how to kiss people, and you’re embarrassed about him kissing you so suddenly, he just kisses your forehead.
- “I think this is one of those ‘practice makes perfect’ situations, mc.”
- Ah geez
- He doesn’t mind you practicing on him, as long as he gets to do the same to you
- With maybe things more than just kissing…
- As soon as you even say the word ‘kiss’, she’s blushing
- Sure, she’s had a few bits of experience, but…Not with a woman.
- How?? Do you kiss?? Women??
-(Like you do with everyone else, jaehee)
- She doesn’t mind that you haven’t kissed anyone. It’s makes it a little less unnerving for her. I mean, you don’t have anyone you can compare her to, then…?
- She’s Panicking.
- But, when it does come time for the two of you to kiss, it’s a bit sudden.
- The two of you were closing the cafe for the night. Your first full work week! As Jaehee is checking the papers, she nearly starts crying from how happy she is.
- Profits are good, the shop isn’t going to go in debt within it’s first week, everything is just. Working.
- And she has you to thank for it.
- The two of you are hugging, and she’s just laughing and wiping away her happy tears.
- “I couldn’t have done this without you, mc. Thank you so much.”
- And there it is. Such a sweet kiss from Jaehee- She even tastes a bit like honey from a tea she was drinking.
- She pulls back, blushing a bit, but she smiles as soon as she sees you beaming
- She’s just! So happy!
- When you admit it to him, he blushes a bit, just smiling.
- “That’s nothing to be ashamed of. I mean, Jumin hasn’t kissed anyone either, and he’s older than you.”
- But he just pulls you into a hug.
- “I think it’s sweet that you trust me enough to tell me, and for me to possibly be your first.”
- When it become long enough that the two of you are going to be a thing, especially for a while, he decides to try and have a romantic evening with you
- He’s a bit well off, thanks to his family and photography skills, so the first kiss you two share is on the way back from a photo trip, on a boat he’s rented for the occasion.
- The sun is setting, your hair is blowing slightly in the wind, and he just can’t help himself from hugging you.
- When the two of you pull back, and you share a sweet gaze, he ducks his head and presses his lips against you. Giving one, two, and three kisses in a row.
- “I hope that was sufficient enough. You taste so sweet…”
- Baby is completely red.
- He… Doesn’t know how to kiss either. I mean, his busy life barely allowed for those random hook-ups, and he definitely never kissed those women.
- “It’s…. It’s not a big deal, mc. I, uh…Haven’t either.”
- Oh my god he’s so embarrassed telling you, but… You look a bit relieved, so he relaxes a bit.
- Yeah, it’s not a big deal. If he doesn’t think it’s bad you haven’t, you think the same for him…Right?
- The first time for the both of you is when you were cuddling with him on the couch. You were running your fingers through his hair, him humming a bit of appreciation from laying in your lap.
- He really liked relaxing like this- Watching a movie or just relaxing in silence. It helped him feel less anxious.
- He turned to lay on his back, looking up at you for a bit- His own fingers tracing lines on your free hand
- Slowly, he leans up and pulls you into a kiss. It’s a bit awkward due to the position, but the intention of showing his love is very clear
42 from the Drabble Challenge. Sherlolly of course. Thank you! 😙
#42 This is where you impress me, right?
@mrsmcrieff helped me with some Brit stuffs on this one.
Thanks for the ask, sweetness, hope you like it. ~Lil~
Molly and John stood to the side watching the battle of wills between the two year old and the grown man in front of them. It had been going on for almost forty minutes now.
Surprisingly the floor was still dry.
Rosie was a formidable opponent. She stood her ground, unrelenting, in her yellow sundress. Completely… nappyless!
“Rosamund, are you a big girl?” Sherlock said in an almost childlike voice. When this whole process had begun he’d kept his voice firm, demanding her attention (which she very rarely gave him), as he logically explained the virtues of peeing in the toilet rather than her nappy.
He was losing steam.
“Rosie big!” she insisted.
“Of course you are. And what do big girls do?”
“Ductions!” she shouted and clapped.
“Yes, yes, they do! But they also go potty on their princess toilet!” he explained.
The toddler made a sour face. “No!”
Sherlock’s shoulders slumped. “Why, Rosie?”
The child just turned, picked up a stuffed hedgehog and threw it at the crouching man in front of her.
“Ah, Sherlock?” Molly said as she approached the pair.
He stood, a defeated look on his face. “This is where you impress me, right?”
She held out a hand to her goddaughter and said, “Come on, Rosie.” The child got up and dutifully took the proffered hand, following Molly to the bathroom.
Ten minutes later…
Molly emerged with a huge grin on her face as Rosie ran toward John.
“I did it daddy! Pottied like Aunt Molly!” she announced proudly as her father picked her up.
“Good job, Rosie,” he said with a kiss to her cheek.
“How?” Sherlock asked the smug woman next to him.
“Nope!” She picked up her jacket and bag. “Now, if I remember correctly, the winner gets to pick the restaurant.”
John watched the exchange closely as he helped his daughter with her jumper.
“And I’m in the mood for…” She paused dramatically. “…ice cream,” Molly said, leading the group to the door.
“You bribed her! You cheated!” Sherlock protested, grabbing Molly by the arm and turning her around.
“That’s not cheating, my love. It’s winning.” She kissed his cheek and walked out the door, Sherlock hot on her trail, complaining the whole way.
“Rosie,” John said picking up his daughter. “What are we going to do with your godparents?”
“Put ‘em in timeout!” she offered.
“You know what, that’s not a bad idea.” He laughed.
No but seriously THEY SO TOTALLY WANTED TO KISS THERE YOU CAN SEE IT IN THEIR EYES BUT WE DON’T EVEN GET AN ALMOST KISS COME OONNNNNNN WRITERS THEY ARE ABOUT TO BE SEPARATED AND GO OFF TO POSSIBLY DIE THROW US SHIPPERS A FEW MORE BONES HERE yeah I know Slade’s watching but the dude probably knows they’re into each other already anyway.
Bet he’s off to the side thinking, “Ugh, you children are disgusting just kiss the girl you won’t get the chance to later, Robin.”
FSI - A whole ton of languages; if you want to learn it, chances are it’s on here. These courses were developed by the US government.
Conjugator for French, Spanish, and German.
Anki - Flashcards that use spaced repetition. Great supplements for any language.
Languagetool - A great tool for proofreading what you write.
free powerpoint (prezi)
free powerpoint presentations on anything
help with presentations
colour palette (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6)
drawing cloth folding
avoiding drawing the same face
free drawing program (1) (2)
sai brushes (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8)
dont know what to draw?
draw 3D room tut
how to draw jeans
how to draw arms
drawing hair and fur
pose reference blog [its actually a blog full of references i-]
photoshop help (1) (2) (3) (4) (5)
remove backgrounds from images online
brush setting ref (SAI)
how to draw curls
realistic woman body ref
contouring and highlighting
change images using blur (PS)
Interactive silk art
Interactive sand art
How to draw hair
How to draw lips
How to draw eyes
How to paint blood
How to draw clothing when it folds or wrinkles
How to paint
How to draw horses
How to Tie Dye
How to Tie Dye 2
cute yahoo answers
coping skills and distractions
draw a stickman
the thoughts room
go to a quiet place
cut something instead of yourself
let it out
self injury recovery masterpost
coping skills & distractions
make a comfort box
Anxiety Self Help Masterpost
Cute yahoo answers
The thoughts room
The quiet place
Have a hug!
Healthy alternatives masterpost
Learn a new hobby masterpost
Go somewhere new
Having a bad night
Talking about mental health
Draw something silky!
Cut something (blood tw)
Play some more cute games
Break something (loud noise)
Paint a nebula
Self injury recovery
Vent online here or here.
Have an mobile application for anxiety!
Reward yourself with kittens while you write!
How to help someone who is suicidal
Daily puppies to cheer you up
Cut Something Instead of Yourself
Let it Out
Make a Comfort Box
Get A Hug
Nice Calming Ideas/Websites
The Quiet Place
Learn to Love Yourself
Make a Mind Palace
Coping Skills & Distractions
givesmehope (cute real life stories that will make you feel better)
Self Injury Recovery Masterpost
Explain why you’re sad and send someone a nice message to cheer them up
Enter your name and get a compliment
Cut Something/Someone to Let Out Anger (blood trigger warning)
Break Something to Let Out Anger
Push a Button to Make Everything OK
Talk it Out
TED (basically gods gift)
challenge your brain
feed the hungry and up your vocabulary game
free online textbooks
final grade calculator
a whole page dedicated to studying and organising
saves and cites articles for you
have google site your sources for you
punk rock makeup
disney eye makeup
how to apply blush
6 makeup tips
what makeup complements my complexion?
what makeup suits you?
how to do your makeup with a spoon
messy bun tutorial
different ways to braid
how to fishtail
braid + bun updo
how to do pastel hair
8 ways to wear a bow
dutch braid crown
how to contour
everyday makeup routine
lipstick using crayons
eyeliner ref wow
filling in eyebrows
banana facial mask (moisturizes)
strawberry facial mask (acne prone skin)
avocado facial mask (dry skin)
yogurt facial mask (sensitive skin)
list of oils to add to your face masks
already made masterpost :*
Clothes Life Hack
Make-up With a Spoon
Easy makeup tips
15 style tips from Michael Kors
How to tuck non-skinny jeans into boots
How to roll sleeves
Quick and easy hairstyles
Many many hairstyles
How to Fill in your Eyebrows
How to Contour
Everyday Makeup Routine
Natural Beauty Remedies
Master Liquid Eyeliner
How to braid your hair
Ways to Braid your Hair
Messy Bun Tutorial
Eyeliner, Mascara, & Curl your Lashes w/ a Spoon
Special Effects Make Up How To (tw: gore)
How to do buns
Different eyeliner styles
How to apply fake lashes
How to get perfect eyebrows
How to get rid of dark circles
How to change your eye shape
A shade for every occasion
Kool-Aid lip stain
If you need a break
watch a cute ass dog lick your screen
one hundred thousand stars
lesbian movies you should definitely watch
download free books
read any book
the best masterpost ever if you’re bored
answer trivia questions and give people rice
make a giant squid pillow!
make your own acapella band
pokemon secret base
read creepy wikipedia articles
read more creepy wikipedia articles
disney lies/ urban legends (probs not real like-)
this will take you to a cool place
your online garden
sand art online
wow just open it omg
cool websites for wasting time (1, 2, 3 )
how to help someone who is suicidal
make a blanket nest
click daily to give free food to an animal shelter
2500 Japanese emoticons
gift ideas for cat lovers
make a flower crown
night vale monopoly
learn how to survive a zombie apocalypse
how to play ‘sherlock’
learn a new language!
learn london slang
take personality tests
see what its like to live on minimum wage
watch great vines
make glitter out of salt
make dip-dyed shoes
learn to read korean in 15 minutes
how to make origami
color matching game
fun sites masterpost
how to be an adult
check your postlimit
make a wand
find out if a website is safe
make a font from your handwriting
Fun Sites Masterpost
A cute little game where you play as a little ghost and can haunt people out of your house
I have no words for this other than Drake and Josh.
Play trivia and for every question you get right they give people free rice (I used to use this in school, it’s amazing)
Click a button to give free food to an animal shelter
Make your own Temporary Tattoo
Cute little games
Cute & calming games
Create your own Adventure Time princess
Make a gif of a Youtube video
Pick the right color
Games to play online/download
Tetris (and 3D tetris)
Games, games, games
Free Indie Games
Meditation tips and techniques
Yoga poses for stress
How Long to Nap
Go to a Quiet Place
The Thoughts Room
try your best. not everyone can get all As, and getting all As does not make you better than everyone else. just do the best you can and be the best person you can be.
don’t sleep in class! i know it seems so so tempting but slept my way through geography last year and i got a C in my exam instead of the expected A so…
Don’t tick off your teacher, follow the rules to an extent, get to class on time, respect your classmates and teachers. you know, just be a decent person.
be positive!!! and not just for the first week or so, keep the positivity going throughout the whole school year. if you don’t believe in yourself then why should anyone else?
“you can do it, wildcat, i believe in u” — something troy bolton said one time probably definitely
Smile and introduce yourself to people- whether you’re sitting next to them or have seen them in more than one of your classes. Everyone likes to make new friends (even if we’re too shy to do it most of the time).
Find which clubs look interesting and go to their first meetings- there’s never an obligation to join, but you might meet a lot of new friends.
Get advice from other students on if your classes/teachers are difficult and figure out which ones you’ll need to work the hardest in.
this or this. it’ll whip your ass into gear. you name a list of websites that distract you, set a timer, and bam. no more hour long study breaks. the best - or worst - part is, it can’t be undone by the application, by deleting the application, or by restarting the computer. you just gotta wait, and if you’re going to wait, you may as well study.
goals. when you sit down to study, write down everything you’re going to do. then do it. aimlessly staring at your books won’t do shit.
something to listen to. i suggest movie scores, song covers by the vitamin string quartet
a queue. if you’re really obsessed with keeping your blog up to date, set aside some time, fatten up your queue, and let your blog run itself for a few days.
breaks. during your breaks, dance, run around, work out, go for a walk, talk to your friends, call your mom. going back on the internet is an easy way to get out of the mood, so i wouldn’t suggest it.
tea and coffee - if not for the caffeine, then for the feeling of cozying up with your text books and feeling studious.
a place to study. it doesn’t matter if it’s in a coffee house, a library, or your kitchen table. as long as your bed’s not in sight and tempting you into a nap, you’re good.
your mental health is more important than your grades/school work
you are fabulous
they’re probably not even paying attention when you give a presentation
one friend is better than no friends
eat a healthy lunch
take care of yourself
please stay safe
your mental health is more important than your grades/school work
I love you
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I have to add more sources to posts i got information from, but I’m posting this now because almost everybody is in school now. If you see info from a post that is not linked, tell me and I’ll add a link to it.
sometimes you guys really have to take things into perspective… don’t reblog because i think everything ive said about this subject in the past few days is needed for context to understand where im coming from in this post and it could easily be taken out of context… but when ppl who are in relationship with a cis man and a cis woman complain about how when they kiss and hold hands people think they’re straight…. it’s like…. me and my gf can’t even kiss and hold hands if we are outside…. we actively want people to think we’re straight oftentimes so we don’t get attacked… like please think about the situation more clearly before you call gay people privileged for being “visibly gay” because being in a same gender relationship means you’re not afforded the same ease you are in a straight looking relationship. being in a same gender relationship in public means always weighing if holding hands is worth it bc you might get literally attacked
Original request:I was messaged with a great idea from @avengersrulez1536 where the reader is Regina’s sister. Although she is nicer than her she is just as evil as Peter Pan….someone who she is about to come face to face with. Oh and she is a pirate! :D
Note: Sooooo a couple of people asked for this part to be rather smutty and who was I to say no? The smut isn’t subtle (of course!) but it also doesn’t go into extreme detail either. There is also another request in this part but I won’t say what it is otherwise….spoiler alert! :)
Peter Pan x EvilPirate!Reader
Warnings: Smut, fight for dominance, mild violence….anything I have missed just let me know!
Disclaimer: None of the GIFs are mine. All credit goes to their creators <3
Apparently I was so sleepy last night when I wrote this one then I forgot to post it. Not as literal an interpretation as I sometimes do, but some of my creations are more pulled from the idea of the lyrics rather than a literal interpretation. Fun, busy weekend…no regrets. Hope I finished it…. :P
This is “Middle Of The Night” by The Vamps. Thank you for requesting, Anon! This song can be found on Spotify, HERE.
I keep coming back to that moment where it all fell apart
So I try and drink my emotions till I can’t feel my heart
And I don’t understand how you slipped through my hands
And I’ll do all I can to get you out of my head
“You what?” you asked, not believing what Harry had just confessed to you, a lump beginning to form in your throat and your hands beginning to shake. Harry reached for your hands but you pulled them away.
“I’m so sorry, baby,” he cried. “I didn’t mean to…”
“You didn’t mean to kiss another woman?” you ask, putting your hands on your head and beginning to pace frantically across the cold hard floor where you stood, barefooted, in the t-shirt and shorts you were about to lay down and sleep in.
“Love, let me explain…” he said, trying to keep you from becoming more upset than he could already see you were.
“Let you explain…how…you could kiss another woman…” you said as you began breathing more quickly and blinking rapidly in an attempt to keep the tears away. “You didn’t mean to? What? Did you…fall…and…your lips accidentally…fell on hers?” you ask sarcastically, feeling your heart aching in your chest.
“Babe, please…come sit and let me talk with you…” he begs.
“I don’t want to sit!” you yell, wiping tears from your eyes.
Harry swallowed hard, watching how upset you were. You didn’t have a temper, so to see you become so upset was new for him.
“Sweetheart…it just happened,” he tried to explain. “I didn’t mean for it to. And it meant nothing. It means nothing to me. She…means nothing to me! I love you!”
“And you didn’t think it would mean anything to me?! How would you feel if I told you I kissed another man?” you shout at him. The expression on his face changes as he thinks about that and feels a pang of hurt and guilt. “Yeah…that’s a little like how it feels, except I didn’t kiss another man. But you…you did kiss another woman, so that slight clutch you just felt in your heart…that…that nauseating flip that you just had in your stomach…that’s only a little taste of what I’m feeling right now!” you sob.
“I’m so sorry! I…I don’t…” he heard his phone vibrate and saw it was his manager. He looked at you then turned slightly. “Jeffrey I need to call you back.” Harry took a deep breath. “No, I can’t…I can’t talk right now. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
Harry disconnected the call and turned. As he began to speak to you again, he realized you were no longer standing where you had been.
“Love?” Harry spoke loudly up the stairs, as he began to ascend the staircase, but seeing the front door open a few inches. Harry quickly ran out the front door, looking all around the front of the property, but not seeing you. “Shit!”
So when I call you in the middle of the night
And I’m choking on the words ‘cause I miss you
Baby, don’t tell me I’m out of time
I got so much of my loving to give you
In the middle of the night, In the middle of the night
I need you, In the middle of the night
Harry ran back inside, quickly grabbing his car keys, running out the door and jumping into his car. He searched everywhere for you…up and down neighboring streets…looking into people’s yards…How far would you have gone with no shoes on and in your clothes you sleep in?
The longer Harry looked for you, the more nervous he became. He knew he had fucked up and he was kicking himself for what he did. He looked everywhere until he was nearly having trouble breathing from worry. Harry beat his hands on the steering wheel.
“Fuck!” he yelled loudly. Again and again he slammed his hands against it. “Fuck fuck fuck!” He cried a bit, hating himself for hurting you. His lip trembled as he wiped the tears from his face and continued looking for you, nervous that he hadn’t been able to find you yet.
I’ve got no good explanation for what I put you through
Managing my expectations is what I never do
Yeah and I don’t understand how you slipped through my hands
And I’m trying all I can to forget you again
“Come on, baby, where are you?” he said to himself.
Harry didn’t know how long he had driven around, for miles up and down every street, hoping you were okay. As he noticed the sky begin to lighten, Harry frustratingly drove home and ran into the house, yelling for you.
“Love? Are you here?” he hollered, looking in every room and all around the property. Hours you had been gone in only a t-shirt and shorts.
Believing something had to have happened to you, Harry grabbed his phone to call the police. Just as he began to dial, he heard you come in the door. He threw his phone down, running to you and wrapping his arms tightly around you, kissing your head over and over, not allowing you to pull away even if you tried. You could feel how badly he was shaking, and as exhausted as you were, you kind of welcomed the comfort.
“Oh my god!” he said into your hair. “Oh my god, I’ve looked everywhere for you! Where have you been, baby? Are you okay? Are you injured? Where were you? I drove for hours!”
You say nothing, allowing him to hold you, and feeling like you could collapse into unconsciousness. Finally he pulls away slightly and looks at you.
“Baby, I’m so, so sorry,” he cried. “Tell me what I can do, what I can say, to make it right with you again. I love you so much. I didn’t mean to hurt you, and I’m so sorry it happened. Please, forgive me, baby, please.”
You look at him with circles under your half-closed eyes.
“I just want to sleep,” you say, barely over a whisper.
Willing to agree to anything, Harry nods.
“Anything you need, love,” he agrees. “Come on. Let’s get you to bed and we can talk later after we’ve both rested.”
You blink slowly and walk up the stairs and into the bedroom.
“Let me fix you a nice, relaxing bath, babe,” he says, quickly going into the washroom and starting the water. He adds a relaxing rose scent to the tub, making sure the temperature is perfect, and setting out a towel, before walking back into the bedroom. As he enters the room, he sees you sound asleep on the bed, your feet still on the floor, as if you simply laid to your side and fell asleep.
Harry walked to where you lay and leaned over you, pulling your legs gently up into the bed, brushing hair out of your face and kissing you over and over again, before leaning his forehead against your temple.
“Baby, I’m so sorry,” Harry whispered to you. “The second it happened I hated myself for it and felt horrible, and I came home to tell you. I never meant to hurt you, love, and I’ll spend the rest of my life mending this. I love you. I’m so sorry.”
Harry kissed your head and face over and over, then covered you with the blankets and went into the washroom, draining the tub and preparing for sleep, as you opened your eyes and watched him from the bedroom, having heard every word he had just said to you. A tear leaving your eye and falling to your pillow, you again close your eyes, this time sleeping.