i don't know it's really late here


So, Harry has said before that his favourite song is Free Fallin’ by John Mayer, which as you may know is a cover of a famous song by Tom Petty. The opening line to Free Fallin’ is “She’s a good girl” - sound familiar?

Now let me draw your attention to another Tom Petty song (technically Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers, he was in a band before going solo too) called Mary Jane’s Last Dance. If you don’t know it, you might guess from just the title that it’s about a woman, but the name Mary Jane might also make you think of a certain drug. Does this woman/drug ambiguity seem familiar?

Well as it turns out, the lyrics of Mary Jane’s Last Dance are quite thematically similar to Carolina. The opening line of MJLD is “She grew up in an Indiana town” vs the opening line of Carolina - “She’s got a family in Carolina”. Some other interesting lyrics:

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la cocina es el centro de la casa

for @thebratfarrar, for her birthday

(read on AO3)

Dean’s been sweating since he woke up this morning. Actually, going by how damp the sheets of his little borrowed cot were, he sweated all night, too. He’d had a weird panicked moment where he thought he’d wet the bed, somehow. Sammy had still been passed out in the bed and Dean had laid there under the slow-turning fan and given himself five minutes to just be… miserable. As far as he can tell, Benson, Arizona, is the armpit of the world. Why couldn’t Dad have caught the hunt in November, or something.

Mrs. Gutierrez is kind of a hard-ass, but she knows about food. When Dean comes out of the bedroom she’d stashed them in, the hot little house already smells awesome, and she barely looks up from whatever she’s doing in her skillet, waves him to the table. He rubs at his eyes with the heel of both hands. He’s not used to these kind of hours in the summer. Ever since he turned sixteen and proved he could be trusted, Dad would take the opportunity of school being out to take him along on more hunts, the two of them running through the woods or watching through the dark of the warm nights or digging graves together, coming back to whatever motel or campsite where Sammy was waiting for them in the hours just before dawn, crashing down sore and feeling good about a job well done. He wants to be out there now. All this ridiculous heat would maybe be a little more bearable if he felt like he was doing something.

A plate clatters down in front of him and he jumps, opens his eyes. Mrs. Gutierrez raises her eyebrows at him and he says, “Thank you,” automatically, and then, “Um, I mean—gracias, ma’am.” She huffs and goes back to the stove. He completely can’t tell if she likes him or not. He’s guessing not.

That said—who cares, if she feeds them like this, holy crap. This will be their third day here, since Dad figured out where the boys were going missing and Mrs. Gutierrez offered to look after them while Dad and a few of the older guys went out looking, and like every single thing she’s fed them has been amazing. This is—eggs, and pieces of tortilla, and some weird white cheese, and enough thick roasted-dark red sauce that he sweats even more, and he groans out loud.

“Respira, caballero,” Mrs. Gutierrez says, in a dry voice, and he opens his eyes again to find her leaning against the stove, cup of coffee rested on her plump belly.

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Teaser Cards

@markrosewater recently answered an ask about teaser cards in sets and I’ve been thinking about it ever since. What I’m referring to as a teaser card is a card the makes reference to something that’s in the pipeline but which hasn’t been printed yet. It’s a card (or cards) that will come in a later set or block.

I believe there’s a right and a wrong way to do these. Read on to see how Wizards blew it in the past and find out if Hour of Devastation will repeat the failure or deliver on the promise.

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900 posts! Go Jamie!!!🎉🎉🎉

(Also the first pic is Jamie’s first post of this wife in like June 24th 2013. Now his most recent one today, in September 13th 2017 with the character Monkey from the play Journey to the West! It’s an amazing play and was yet another collaboration between Damon and Jamie! So go listen to the soundtrack album called Monkey Bee and check out to videos about the play! I know this sounds like I’m a sponsor something but I’m honestly not. I’m just trying to get the play out there. Since there’s a lot of new fans and they haven’t heard it! Sorry about the rambling tho!!!;^;;;)

This post is an apology

I’m sorry for everyone still waiting on requests. I’m sorry for those of you waiting for me to fix my list links. I’m sorry for the resources I haven’t reblogged a lot of lately. I’ve made promises for work I was going to do on this blog, and others, and I just haven’t done it. 

I really am sorry for all of those I have left waiting on me. I have had almost no energy to really work on the things I’ve wanted to (not just these blogs either), and it upsets me. I feel really disappointed in myself for letting my blogs fall to the wayside again. I know what they mean to me, and I know what they mean to others.

I wish I could give a time frame as to when these things may be expected to be done. But I can’t. I’m sorry.

anonymous asked:

I know that you don't do requests but I was wondering if you would be willing to draw Cicero saying something that would cheer me up...... I've been depressed and anxious lately...

Here you go! I’m sorry if it’s not the best, but I really hope you feel better. I suffer from anxiety and depression like crazy too, so I know its hard to pick yourself up from it when it hits hard. Whatever is bringing you down and troubling you, I hope it passes soon. <3

Also, because I was having a hard time trying to think of what to say (from one anxious depressed person to the next, I’m honestly terrible with inspiring words) I thought of something that would make me laugh from It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia… it cheers me up too so here it is :’’’)

(Also I’ll share this because if you’re like me you love hearing his silly voice)

here is a Really Good Pro Art Tip: if you don’t know what to draw for the background just put some polka dots it usually works

Vampire Diaries {Sentence Starters}
  • "Your hair's different; I like it."
  • "I know that you can't change who you are, but you don't belong here anymore."
  • "I shouldn't have come home."
  • "The rest of the world has moved on. You should try, too."
  • "Today will be different. It has to be."
  • "They follow you. You can't escape them - as much as you want to."
  • "I will smile, and it will be believable."
  • "For over a century, I have lived in secret. Until now."
  • "I need you to be afraid of me. I need you to run like hell, do you understand me?!"
  • "Do you wanna hear the bad news, or the really bad news?"
  • "Why did you come back after all this time? Why now?"
  • "I'll be downstairs. Drinking."
  • "I know it's late, but I needed to know if you're okay."
  • "I'm not going to give up on you. I believe in you."
  • "Not in the mood! Today's been a no-good, very-bad day."
  • "You're really going to run this whole psychic thing into the ground, huh?"
  • "Why would you risk it? Why would you come here?"
  • "Don't embarrass me, young man!"
  • "I don't hurt people. I don't do that."
  • "If you're just gonna mock me, could you move along, please?"
  • "Aren't you a little old for a high school carnival?"
  • "Hey! If you want to forget it happened, fine. But I can't."
  • "I can't tell you what to do. But coming back here was a mistake."
  • "Let go of me before I cause a scene."
  • "You're taking a stupid risk. I could hurt you."
  • "Yes. You're a complete nuisance."
  • "I have so many emotions, but I don't have any way to express them."
  • "You touch her and I swear I will never speak to you again."
  • "Indulge me for a little while, please?"
  • "Don't pout. It’s not attractive in a woman your age."
  • "What do you know about werewolves?"
  • "I know I'm the last person you wanna see right now, but I need you to come with me."
  • "You were running from something. What was it?"
  • "I've no secrets. Only dirty shame."
Happy Valentines Day

Requested: valentines day imagine on valentines day?



“How are you doing today, buddy?” Your roommate asks as she plops down on the couch next to you. She knows that you’re a little down today because it’s Valentines day so you get to see a ton of couples posting pictures together, but you’ll spend most of the day just missing your boyfriend and trying not to be sad about the fact that you won’t be able to spend Valentines Day together.

“I’m alright.” You reply shortly, not wanting to complain because you really don’t have anything to complain about. You’re just lucky to have Shawn, and you’re proud of everything he’s accomplished, so you won’t let yourself be upset that he can’t be here and that you haven’t even heard from him all day.

“I’m sorry,” She says, even though you said you were alright, she knows you’re not exactly. “Have you talked to him today at least?” She questions.

“Nah, he’s sleeping I think?” You respond because he hasn’t replied to anything you’ve sent him yet, but you’re just assuming with the time zones its probably the middle of the night where he is.

“It’ll just be that much better the next time you see him,” She tries to offer support.

“Thanks, really. I’m fine. It’s not a big deal.” 

She smiles sadly at you, and you hate that she pities you even though she’s not doing it intentionally. At least she drops the subject and you get to talk about other things that puts you in a bit of a better mood and gets your mind off the fact that it’s Valentines Day and you haven’t even heard anything from your boyfriend even though it’s nearly three in the afternoon where you are.

You decide to take a shower, something that normally just helps you to get your mind of things that are bothering you. You’ve probably sent Shawn about ten messages and he hasn’t replied to anything. That’s unlike him, but you know he gets busy sometimes and it isn’t his fault. Or he could be sleeping. Either way it sucks that of all days, he chose Valentines day to not reply to your messages.

When you get out of the shower and get dressed you check your phone again, half expecting to have no notifications, but you’re surprised to see that Shawn has finally texted you. Happy Valentines Day babe xx and the next message asks, Did you get the flowers? You feel a little better. At least he sent flowers, but you hadn’t received any flowers.

You’re alive. No, I haven’t? You reply.

Oh comes his immediate response, and then They should be there soon, are you home?

Yeah You click send and are starting to text him asking about his day just to see how he is, but your doorbell rings. You wonder if it is the flowers he sent, and if it is you’re thinking how it is really weird timing since he had just talked about it. You shake off the thought and open the door without even bothering to look through the peephole. You see the flowers first, probably two dozen red roses. There are so many flowers that you can’t even see the person holding them. You’re about to try to thank the guy who delivered them when the person moves the flowers and you actually see his face. You have to stop yourself from screaming, and your hand goes to your shocked mouth. “Shawn?” You say, not believing your eyes.

“Your flowers are here, baby.” He says, a cheeky grin on his face.

You just hug him tightly, despite the flowers being slightly in your way, then you usher him inside. He hands you the vase of flowers and you quickly put them down before finding yourself back in his arms. “Happy Valentines Day, darling.” He says softly into your ear and you can’t stop yourself from thinking how it really is a happy Valentines Day now that he’s here.

If I can have one thing happen in season 2, can it please be a Shiro/Matt reunion with an intensely long hug–I’m talking foreheads touching, chests pressed together, tears and choked up words whispered to each other. Can I have Matt clutching at Shiro, asking over and over is Katie okay please tell me Katie is okay how did this happen and Shiro just shaking his head with his eyes pressed shut tightly because I don’t know I’m sorry I’m so sorry I don’t know I can’t believe you’re here I’m so sorry and they’re both so emotionally ruined and compromised in that moment to actually comprehend everything and the galra are everywhere and damn we really don’t have time for this but they make time because it can’t be expressed how much they missed each other and how much time they’ve lost, the what-could’ve-been’s lurking in the back of their minds every second up to this point.

anonymous asked:

Hey mom, is there a word for like?? Okay, I'm AFAB, and I kind of feel female, but also neutral? It absolutely disgusts me to wear a dress (I don't really know why) but when people ask I say either agender or female? I feel like it's both at the same time, but isn't that a bit contradictory? Sorry for bothering you, I've just been really confused lately, thanks a ton ❤️❤️ -calla

My dear Calla, 

No, that’s not contradictory! Many people identify as two things at the same time. 

Here are some different labels where this might be the case: 

- Bigender (identifies with two or more genders at the same time) 

- Genderfluid (varies between two or more genders/identifies with two or more genders but not at the same time, changes between them over time) 

- Agender, woman-aligned (identifies as agender but feels some connection to womanhood) 

- Nonbinary (umbrella term that covers anything that does not fit in the binary of female and male)

- Demigirl (identifies partially but not fully as a girl, may identify as partially as another gender next to female)

With all my love, 

Your Tumblr Mom 

hatefilledpoptarts  asked:

May I request domestic cooking todomomo hc? I hope you don't mind I have a few thoughts on it :3 Do you think they'd cook together or do it separately to help out while working? Do you think they'd even know how to cook and would try to learn together?

Hey @hatefilledpoptarts, thanks for the ask and I really like this topic for them…feel free to comment or add onto what I have here and sorry its quite long and its rated T LOL!!

-Todoroki is actually better at cooking than Momo; he learned to cook his own meals when his sister had to work late and when his siblings, except for fuyumi moved out, it was obvious that Endeavor wasn’t going to make dinner (he also had to overtime a lot given that he’s no.2 hero)

-Fuyumi taught him how to boil dumplings and fry eggs to start and then he experimented on his own after he got the basics down. By the age of 12, he was able to make decent fried rice, steamed veggies, breaded fish…etc. 

-He didn’t like cooking though; the fire on the stove reminded him of his father but he had to force himself to cook. 

-”sis, could I have my gyozas frozen?” “Uh….no, you have to panfry them, Shouto” “But I like my food cold.” “Listen to your big sis okay?”

-Yaoyorozu on the other hand, doesn’t know how to cook at all because she never needed to learn how to. That shocked her friends though because she was so talented in so many areas. Her parents told her she could take cooking lessons (private chef lessons, mind you) later, but they wanted her to focus on what she was currently doing such as studying for school, piano, violin, tea ceremony and flower arranging. 

-Her mother used to tease her about how she needs to find a husband who could cook or they’d have to hire a personal chef. In retrospect, its lucky that she found Todoroki (he makes his own bentoo for lunch too!)

-Uraraka and the other class A girls found out and suffered through Yaoyorozu’s beginning stage of cooking when they decided to bake cookies. Other than the occasional “woops…I think I added too much salt…”, Yaoyorozu also tried dumping in bonito flakes and seaweed into the batter.

-When todomomo got married and moved in together (after dating for like 6 years), they began splitting up chores +duties. Yaoyorozu immediately said she would be in charge of cooking.

-”All the meals? Are you sure Momo?” “Yupp!!” 

-Todoroki didn’t cringe at all at her cooking though he did think that it tasted like mud sometimes.

-He offered to cook together and she was against it at first but somehow got convinced by the food channel. Couples cooking together was apparently excellent for bonding time. 

-One time Yaoyorozu made breakfast after they made love the night before and she wore nothing but a crop top and panties. Todoroki walked into the kitchen that morning, saw her, and blushed so hard he had to quickly step back out.

-”Shouto, you’ve seen me wear less than this before.” “I know…ju-just let me reorganize my thoughts.” 

-He went back to their room and took a bathrobe and wrapped it around his wife. -Yaoyorozu giggled, “You’re still as gentleman as ever”

-Todoroki hugged her and nuzzled her neck and bluntly said, “Well no one has a wife as attractive as mine.” He’s so good at flirting sometimes that she still isn’t used to it after years of marriage.

-Todoroki tends to work later than Yaoyo especially after she became a teacher at UA. So when that happens she cooks alone. Though once, she failed so badly that they had to get take out asap. She was sad about it the whole night.

-Todo is such a cute dork and would watch youtube videos for recipes. He had to make sure the recipes had step-by-step instruction, as broken down as possible, so he could print it out for her.

-”Shouto, let’s make tempura today!” “Uhh….gimme a sec Momo…” *runs back to the room and hunts down the perfect video*

-Yaoyo appreciates his attention to detail very much because he would try to plate the food very nicely for her. For example, he’d make roses out of apple peels and hearts out of tomatoes. 

-Jirou tells her than she’s so lucky ‘cas todo tries to be romantic while Kaminari makes his food look like mush.

-With the help of his wife, Todo warms up to his dad by 1% (which is huge progress). Momo had her father-in-law visit bi-monthly and she would insist on making the food on her own, pushing Todo out of the kitchen. Apparently she had to make it with her own ‘sweat and blood’…as dramatic as she made it.

-Endeavor and Fuyumi sat across from the couple and Todo is mega protective of Momo so if anything offensive to Momo comes out of Endeavor’s mouth, he’d be the first to defend her. But that never happened and Endeavor actually TRIES to be nice about her cooking. 

-”Wow, my shitty dad is acting like a thoughtful human being for once?” “Sh….Shouto!! He can hear you…”

-For some reason, Momo has a knack for calming Endeavor (it was hard at first but he softens to her gradually…Todo thinks its ‘cas Endeavor likes her quirk to Momo’s protest)

-For their housewarming party, Yaoyo didn’t want to get teased by the others so Todo made all the food and pretended like she made it. It was their little secret.

-”Wow, Mrs. Todoroki, these truffled deviled eggs are amazing” Tokoyami said, licking his beak. The girl laughed and casually nudged her husband. Tokoyami cocked an eyebrow but didn’t question.

-Jirou found out though ‘cas when she asked for the recipe, Momo was speechless.

anonymous asked:

Hi! I don't know if you're taking request or not, but I love your HP killugon AU! Its so interesting! I was wondering if you'd write something where either Killua or Gon accidentally makes/drinks a truth potion?

I’m sorry this is so late ^^; I really like the way this turned out though, so I hope you do too!

Harry Potter au! :D Killua and Gon are in their sixth year here, its towards the end of the school year though

Other killugon Harry Potter au drabbles: one (also sixth year) & two (third year) & three (end of fifth year)

(in case you were wondering, Killua and Gon start dating sometime during their sixth year. But that’s a story for another time ^-^)

(continuation to this drabble can be read here)

“…you drank…a truth potion?” Killua asked incredulously.

“Yep!” Gon said with a beam.

Killua raised both eyebrows. Of course. Only Gon would be stupid enough to drink a truth potion on purpose and then proceed to brag about it. How Gon passed his O.W.L.s was a mystery to him.

“I’m not sure if I believe you,” Killua said and Gon’s face fell. “I mean, you could just be saying that you drank a truth potion, right? Plus there’s the fact that you blurt out whatever comes to mind anyway- I probably couldn’t tell if you drank a truth potion because you’d act the exact same. Truth potions would be useless on you.”

Gon puffed out his cheeks. He leaned forward on the Ravenclaw bench, where he and Killua were currently sitting on sideways so they could face each other directly, and said, “Ask me a question, then! One you don’t think I would answer if I didn’t have a truth potion.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah! That’s the only way you’ll believe me.”

Killua didn’t get why it was so essential for him to believe Gon, but whatever. Gon was weird even in normal circumstances. Killua was just glad that the Great Hall was only half full at this time in the afternoon. It would be so embarrassing if anyone else heard the ridiculousness of this conversation.

“Okay.” Killua inched forward too, close enough Gon that their noses brushed. “Then tell me, Gon: who stole my Risky Dice that I won last year in that duelling competition?”

Gon’s eyes bulged and Killua smirked. There. That hadn’t been hard. Now all he had to do was watch the obvious struggle going on in Gon’s expression. It was kind of funny the way Gon’s face was turning purple with the effort to hold back the truth-

“Okay, it was me!” Gon burst out. “I did it! You were getting too addicted to the Dice and I- OW, Killua!”

Killua had hit him over the head with his Herbology textbook.

“Do you know how long I wanted that thing?!” Killua hissed, hands curling into claws. “It took me weeks to find someone willing enough to give it up!”

“I’m sorry,” Gon whined. “I won’t do it again, I promise!”

Killua scowled. That wasn’t nearly good enough of an apology. Who knew when he’d find another Risky Dice?! And there was no point in getting Gon to tell him where he’d put it, either; Gon would’ve sold it or thrown the thing in the Forbidden Forrest or some other bullshit place like that so Killua couldn’t get his hands on it again. Damnit.

Gon was still looking at him, lower lip trembling pitifully. Something in Killua’s chest twisted at the sight.

He sighed heavily. “Stop doing that stupid puppy-dog pouting thing. I swear I won’t hit you again, okay? Why would you even let me ask you something like that if you’re on a truth potion?”

Gon brightened instantly. “You believe me, now?”

“Uh. Well, I know you wouldn’t confess to me that easily if you weren’t on a truth potion, so…I guess, yeah. I believe you. Why do you ca-”

“Because!” The Slythern snatched Killua’s hands and squeezed them tightly, smiling at Killua like he was the most precious thing in the entire world. “I have something to tell you!”

Warmth exploded in Killua’s cheeks. He would never get used to this, no matter how long they’d been dating.

He let out a long breath. “Okay. So tell me, then, and-”

“Killua,” Gon said softly, eyes shining like melted gold. “Killua, I love you.”

All thought in Killua’s brain vanished. His heartbeat suddenly catapulted into overdrive as all available blood abruptly rushed to his face. Killua was left utterly  speechless; he just gaped dumbly at his boyfriend like an idiot while a weightless kind of euphoria washed over him.

Had he heard that right? Had Gon really just said he loved him?!

“You never believe me when I tell you that,” Gon said, sounding a little sheepish. He glanced down at their interlocked hands and affectionately rubbed his thumb against Killua’s index finger. “You always have this really skeptic expression on your face. So I figured if I drank a truth potion and said it after, that you would have to believe me then!”

Killua shut his mouth and swallowed thickly. 

“You…you drank a truth potion just to tell me that you l-love me?”

Gon nodded. “Yeah.”

“That’s. That’s so stupid!” Killua exploded. “Only an idiot would do something like that! What if you had weird side effects to the potion?! What if you were tricked and what you drank wasn’t a truth potion at all?! You didn’t have to go so far to-”

“I did, though!” Gon said stubbornly. He tugged on Killua’s hands and Killua yelped when he nearly fell forward into Gon’s chest.

Soft fingers grasped his chin. Killua’s heart stuttered as he found himself gazing into Gon’s gentle and beautiful eyes.

“I wanted you to know the truth, Killua,” Gon said and the soft way he spoke Killua’s name made something inside his chest shudder. “So the risk was worth it. I had to tell you that I loved you, not just because you’re my best friend but also because you’re beautiful and smart and funny and deserve everything that’s good in life.”

Killua struggled to inhale. Gon’s breath brushed against his lips and Kilua’s head swam.

Gon said plainly, “I love you. And now, after this, I won’t need a truth potion to prove it.”

Then he kissed Killua’s lips and Killua melted into Gon’s arms.

(continuation here)

  • Molly: I can't believe she's engaged. *Molly glances sorrowfully down at the body lying across her autopsy table*
  • Sherlock: I think we can both assume that statement is now false.
  • Molly: *shoots Sherlock daggers* You know that's not what I meant.
  • Sherlock: You are referring to her agreeing to marry a man she just met a month ago?
  • Molly: *nods*
  • Sherlock: I can fully understand her decision.
  • Molly: You can?
  • Sherlock: Yes. It hardly varies from the rest of the population's illogical choices. I just fail to see how it all works.
  • Molly: What, love?
  • Sherlock: No. Not love. God no. The jump from 'Hello human I am attracted to you' to 'I want to spend the rest of my days in close proximity to you till I die'
  • Molly: *stares off into space at his words*
  • Sherlock: Molly!
  • Molly: Yes. Sorry, what?
  • Sherlock: You have dated many perfectly normal and inadequate men. How does the process work?
  • Molly: *blushing* It varies from couple to couple, Sherlock. I can't sum up all of the world's relationships in one sitting.
  • Sherlock: Not the whole world then. Just western society. *grins*
  • Molly: *groans* Every relationship works differently. It's a case by case situation.
  • Sherlock: Awh. I see. *leaves for thirty minutes before meeting Molly in the lab* How do we work?
  • Molly: *Is startled by his presence* God Sherlock, you can't just lurk in the shadows.
  • Sherlock: You didn't answer my question. How do we work?
  • Molly: *laughs* quite dysfunctional really.
  • Sherlock: *Huffs* not in that sense, Molly. I am alluding to our previous conversation.
  • Molly: *high pitched* Oh.
  • Sherlock: So?
  • Molly: We're not a couple Sherlock.
  • Sherlock: *rolls eyes* I am aware.
  • Molly: But we were talking about people's relationship progression from first meeting to marriage. Not really applicable here.
  • Sherlock: I'd disagree. We met, what? Six years ago.
  • Molly: And I met Lestrade shortly before that. Your question is not applicable.
  • Sherlock: It is... *stops fidgeting and starts over* Deductions Molly?
  • Molly: *confused* Of who? There is no one here but bacterial culture plates.
  • Sherlock: Me.
  • Molly: You want me to make deductions about you.
  • Sherlock: Yes.
  • Molly: Okay... You left the hospital during my autopsy because your scarf is tighter around your neck than before. If you simply went upstairs you wouldn't of messed with it, but if you went outside you would have had to position it beneath your coat.
  • Sherlock: Go on...
  • Molly: Uh. You are frustrated or nervous. I think. You keep running your left hand through your hair and your right hasn't left your pants pockets since I came in.
  • Sherlock: And why is that?
  • Molly: You are playing with the lint as a nervous habit?
  • Sherlock: *shakes head* Look closer.
  • Molly: *uncomfortable from staring near his crotch* So it's more than just lint. A phone maybe.
  • Sherlock: *retrieves the item from his pocket*
  • Molly: Or... A pager. I don't know, Sherlock. What are you getting at?
  • Sherlock: This may seem really late compared to the murder victim upstairs, but everyone is different, right?
  • Molly: Yes...
  • Sherlock: Then here *hands Molly a small black box*
  • Molly: *darts her head around to see if she is the target of a heartless joke*
  • Sherlock: Will you please take it? Please.
  • Molly: Sorry. Sorry. I just.
  • Sherlock: *opens it while the box sits in the palm of her hand*
  • Molly: Sherlock! *takes the ring out and marvels at it*
  • Sherlock: That is a yes then? You can't just keep it without all that it entails. I am pretty sure that's how this thing works. *looks up thinking*
  • Molly: *trying not to cry* Yeah. Yes. This is a yes.
  • Sherlock: Splendid. *turns to leave* I'll see you after you get off work at Baker Street then?
  • Molly: Sure. What for?
  • Sherlock: We have a lot of catching up do *winks*

anonymous asked:

I don't know if you take requests but I just read the ask about the Voltron twister tickles and OMG THAT'S SO CUTE!!! I'd love to read a drabble about this or something, it's just too adorable! *___* I'm sorry if I'm sounding rude or demanding, I just really loved the scenario... Anyways, I hope you're having a great day! :) <3

rly short drabble under the cut becuz i havent written much for this blog lately

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Shoutout to a great artist

Okay, you probably know the “My life as a background Slytherin” comics by @emilyscartoons? (hint: I love them)

Have you ever seen her non-fandom art? (another hint: click every word to enjoy some of my favorites)



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anonymous asked:

I saw a post that a different Ziam tumblr that said any Larries could contact you and ask you about Ziam. I discovered 1D/Larry/Ziam last year so I'm pretty new to the fandom. At that time I followed some Ziam blogs but unfollowed most because they were really negative about the other boys and Larry. Can you recommend Ziam blogs that give information but don't bash the other boys?

sorry for the super super late reply :( but here are some of my fave ziam blogs (/blogs i know support them), in no particular order!! (this isn’t an extensive list btw, there are plenty more so i’m sorry if i’ve missed anyone!!):

@rogueandeskimo, @brightziam, @beautifulkingzayn, @somewhereisaplacethatziamknow, @ziamspaynus, @2foolsgolden, @allthelovelouie, @guilty1dlove, @kitteniall, @safferjax, @doveziam, @softestziam, @ot5alwaysinmyheart, @oh-no-its-elle, @purpleziam, @winningziam, @blindedbyziam, @liamstolenboxers, @channelziam, @zaynfeatliam, @empty-altars, @pezzles17, @ifigureditout, @wolfiezen

if i remember anymore i will add them later!!

this week was like some sort of miracle - coming home at 11pm/midnight after really long shifts at the newspaper and falling asleep at 1 am on nights before midterms (when i really really really needed to review), but waking up at 6am to catch a bus to school and study for 4 hours before exams. the four people in computer science who i’m close with and grateful to have as classmates who have been so kind and helpful in my time here, who will stay up until 3 am trying to debug code or install linux on my laptop at 5 am, who will have freak out sessions with me on the 5th floor of our engineering library t-minus 30 minutes until the exam.

halfway through today when i walked out of my last midterm, i felt so happy and was thinking about how i was going to write about how much of a miracle this week was and how it’s always better in the end!! and this week was a miracle, but my mood has been cyclical in the sense that it so quickly plummets (and for me today, it was thinking about summer internships and an overwhelming sense of guilt that i’m disappointing people who believe in me because i haven’t put my 100% into anything, being spread so, so, thin). when accomplishments fall away, as glimmering and ephemeral as they are, what do i have left?

my mom, whose calls just to check up on my cold i keep missing, my sisters who i send memes and tumblr posts to, friends who check up on me states away, friends here who help me out in the most unexpected times, my boyfriend, who video calls me every night & i fall asleep to (more often than i should)……i just feel so loved, but i’m selfish and have not been a particularly great or even good friend lately. it also feels awfully lonely to feel like i am on the outside peeking in on *so* *many* *things*, cs study groups i miss for newspaper production nights, newspaper parties i miss for cs study sessions, the aapi community events, though i never really felt a part of that or was quite able to relate. i just feel really sad? and then? i don’t? because i feed off of this cycle of pride about making it through, and then shame about the relationships and obligations i’ve neglected.