i had a little break


Tropic Party pt.2:Back Home +2 *Rafinha Imagine*


After explaining to everybody what had happened and why Rafinha and I left everyone congratulated us. Our families were more than happy that we’d come back but even more happy that we had gotten married over our break. “Now I have a little sister” Thiago had said smiling

I chuckled, and after that we had gotten together at a place to celebrate the marriage with our family and friends. 

~2 Months Later

“Just let me sleep a little longer” I said into the pillow

Rafinha laughed from next to me, “Babe you’ve been sleeping for a good 8 hours straight, can’t you wake up for me?” He asked

I turned to look at him, “Can’t you let me sleep?”

Rafinha smiled placing a kiss on my nose, “C’mon we’ve got to go to the doctor’s” He said getting off the bed

I watched as he got up and went into the bathroom, groaning I sat up, “I really don’t understand how you’re such a morning person it disgusts me to be honest” I said 

Rafinha just laughed, “I love you too” 

I groaned and flopped back down on the bed, “I don’t wanna go” I said

I heard the water turn off, and felt the bed dip before Rafinha spoke. “C’mon we’ve gotta go see what’s wrong with the big baby” He said

I looked over to him, “I’m not a big baby” I said

“You’re my big baby” 

I chuckled, “Then can you let the baby sleep?”

He shook his head, an got me out of bed. We made our way to the bathroom and did our morning routine, and everything I left my hair curly and in my face because I didn’t have the energy to do anything with it at the moment. 

After we were done, we headed out to the car and then to the doctors. It didn’t take long for the doctor to see me, and as I sat in the room Rafinha waited outside. “You sure you don’t want your husband inside?”The doctor asked

I shook my head, “I love him to death, but he’ll ask more questions than necessary” I said chuckling

The doctor nodded, “So you’re sick is what you said on the form?” He asked reading over a chart

I nodded, “Yes, I’ve been feeling sick for quite a while now” I said

He asked me to explain what’s been going on the last few weeks, and I explained to him about the throwing up, weird food that I’ve been eating and the sensitivity to smells. He chuckled and a little smile came onto his face, I raised an eyebrow, “Is something wrong?” I asked him

The doctor shook his head, “It’s nothing big but have you tried taking a pregnancy test?” He asked

I nearly choked on air, “I’m sorry but tried taking what?” I asked

The doctor looked at me seriously, “Taking a pregnancy test, I mean everything you’re describing sounds like that of a pregnancy” 

I laughed, but then stopped after thinking about it. “You’re serious” 

He nodded, “We can take a sample of you blood or you can give us a urine sample” 

“I’ll do the urine” I said

~1 hour later

Rafinha turned towards me, “Are you alright?” He asked

I nodded, “I’m peachy” 

He chuckled taking my hand in his, “Everything will be okay” He said

I sighed, but nodded. After a little while the nurse came back giving me a smile, “Would you like to hear it privately or together?” She asked looking at me

“You can just say it”

She nodded, and looked through the charts. “Well congratulations you two are going to parents in 7 months” She said

Both Rafinha and I stared at her not uttering or saying a word, “And that’s not all it’s twins”

i had this friend. loud, vivacious, and brimming with energy and colour. her sun-bright smile drew others to her like moths to flame; and yet she could always pick me out from the crowd effortlessly. i wondered how she did that, why she’d pick me over many. 

she was the kind of person you could never look away from for long, but i saw her better from my peripherals. when she lifted her chin, her face would become awash with glowing light; and then she’d laugh about her pale skin, and the ruddy cheeks and dark freckles would appear again, as if they’d momentarily blanked out. when she grew protective, her blue eyes would spark dangerously and burn white; and then she’d blink, and the glint of her glasses would stand in with explanation. 

but i saw her best from the back. when she’d run, her fire-bright curls would flare out behind her like wings.

as flighty as she was, she always came back to me. i wondered why. 

she told me, once. 

one day, before class had started, when i was in the middle of falling asleep in the sunbeam warming my desk, she turned around in her seat to talk to me. she spoke with her whole body, from her waving hands to her bouncing shoulders. 

then she petered off, and settled into stillness. watchfulness. despite all the eyes on her, she only saw me. 

“hey,” she said. “could you look at me for a sec?” 

and when i lifted my head to look at her straight on, she smiled as if she’d found the answer. 

“look at that,” she murmured. “your eyes have halos in them too.” 

Inspired by Yuri on Ice, today I went out, got my skates sharpened and went over to a nearby ice rink. There, I had two realizations:

1. Even after a little over a year of a break I still have some minor affinity for ice skating (just casual though, I can’t jump or anything even though I try haha).

2. Figure skating is difficult as all hell. The boys in Yuri on ice certainly make it look easy - exhausting, but essentially not that hard. But, in real life, it really is that hard. I spent an hour on the ice today and I certainly felt like I improved but then I thought that these people literally spend most of their days on ice rinks, most days of the week, most weeks, most months etc. It requires immense amounts of dedication and time to actually properly figure skate, even if we’re just talking about choreography and the non-jump elements. They may look simple but everything is different when the surface under your feet is many times more slippery than normal ground and you’re trying to balance on it on two few-millimeter-wide blades. And don’t get me started on the jumps - those are killer and are a source of many injuries attained just during a failure in practice.

What I’m trying to say is I have found even more respect for figure skaters - both real and fictional - because even though we may see them perform with ease during competitions, none of that is based on talent and all stems from hours upon hours of hard work, hundreds of bruises and just incredible power of will.

Power to you, figure skaters of the world. You’re all awesome and most impressive people.

luv me some gay space robots………

after the almost kiss/chicago fiasco, mike gets back together with rachel. it’s easier that way, with him staying in SF on the same team as ginny. let’s face it, rachel is not only easier but also safer. some sort of something about fitting like an old glove.

rachel is in the kitchen one morning while mike is on the couch watching espn. she can see him watching the tv, see his face as he watches a rerun of ginny’s press conference from last night’s game. she can see his eyes following ginny’s every movement.

it hits her that she’s never seen that look before on his face. she knows there is a multitude of feelings hidden behind his eyes as he stares at his rookie joking with reporters, talking about an easy win.

she can’t help herself, softly asking, “do you have feelings for her?” and it kills her but makes more sense than anything ever has when he doesn’t even hesitate, doesn’t even look her way, almost half-possessed, admitting, “yes.”

12/4 ▪ The dance show went well, thank you for everyone who sent good thoughts my way! Since I’ve been rehearsing all weekend, I had to squeeze in a little physics during my lunch break. It’s that end of the semester hustle everyone!


Thank you @hiso-06 for the request! I went a little AWOL with it since i’m pretty sure I know what type of scene you were referring to, but I kind of felt this was a bit more… spontaneous? Natural? I dunno. Super cute idea though, thank you! 

I had a little break and it did me the world of good! Sketching is no longer a painful exercise :’D I’m keeping a running list of Mob Psycho fanart I want to do based on requests and stuff I want to do and it’s up to 17 lol I have so much I want to doooooooo

Dedicated to @chiefhiccstrid and @leffie-draws-fanart for being amazing friends and being such a precious part of the fandom! Have some Hiccstrid fluff! <3

Uh… I actually struggled with this one. I had a little art block these days, but I just forced myself to break through the block, and so I came up with this. :) It’s not much I know, but I really felt the need to put some positivity here!

So I hope you’ll like it, even though it’s by far not perfect. :)


Person of Interest rewatch » 1x18 Identity Crisis
“It’ll be out of your system in a few hours, but you should really drink this so you don’t get dehydrated.”


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anonymous asked:

Hi, could I have 31 & 35 a SherlockxReader please :)

Of course my dear! I’m really sorry it took me so long, I just had to take a little break from the requests and other stuff… but now I’m baaaaack!

I also listened to fragile by kygo & labrinth while writing this, maybe that’s the reason it’s so sad. 

Sorry guys.

Prompts here

Warnings: Mentions of Drug use, Language

Something was off.

You sensed it the minute you had re-entered 221b Baker street for the first time in two months.

Technically, you had sworn to yourself that you wouldn’t crawl back to him, not after all the things he’d said to you in your last big fight.

But a text message from John Watson changed everything.

It had been less than a sentence but still enough to make clear to you that this was a serious situation.

You have to help him.

John wouldn’t text you if it weren’t an actual emergency.

So there you were, standing in front of the living room’s door and thinking about just leaving.

You didn’t owe Sherlock Holmes the smallest thing.

Still, you opened the door.

“Just place the tea over there Hudders.”

His dark voice sent chills down your spine, just the way it had done when you had met Sherlock for the very first time.

You wanted to do something, anything, but the mere idea of being in the same room as him again petrified you.

“What are you still standing there? Go away. I’m thinking.”

You cleared your throat.

“Uh- I’m not Mrs Hudson.”

The detective turned around on the sofa so quickly that he almost fell to the floor.

You almost did, too, when you saw his face.

His eyes were bloodshot, his hair a greasy mess and he had a beard.

If Sherlock Holmes didn’t find the time to shave, shit was going down.

Back when you had still lived with him in Baker Street he’d always needed way more time in the bathroom than you.


He whispered, his eyes widening in… disbelief?

You already felt the tears stinging in your eyes.

Oh how you hated the power this man still had over you.

“What are you doing here?”

He tried to stand up, rocketed back and forth for a second and let himself fall onto the sofa again.

“I’m not here voluntarily, if that’s what you’re asking. John asked me to come.”

His whole expression changed from hopeful to bitter.

“Of course he did.”

A short silence fell between the two of you, a silence that was so full of unspoken words that it hurt.

“But you still came.”

You crossed your arms in front of your chest.

“Please don’t ask me why. I wouldn’t have an answer.”

“Oh, just say it already (Y/N).”

“Say what?”

Sherlock rolled his eyes and answered in a high pitched, mocking voice.

“Sherlock, stop taking drugs! Sherlock, stop doing this to yourself! Bla, bla.”

Within in seconds, your sadness was replaced by burning anger.

You stormed up in front of him and looked into his usually so bright eyes with your best ‘I-swear-to-god-I’m-gonna-kill-you’-look.

“No Sherlock, stop doing this to me!

Apparently, your anger had only been temporary, because now, the tears were back,

“Because every time I try to help you, you just push me away! I don’t deserve to be hurt, okay? I don’t deserve to be treated like shit whenever you don’t happen to need me. I’m trying my best to endure your escapades but you make loving you so fucking hard.”

Your voice had broken at these last words, all the bottled up emotions from the last weeks finding their way out of you.

“You’re a good guy, Sherlock, but you’re clinging on to this idea of this emotionless version of yourself that doesn’t need friends so hard that you cease to see the really important things. You pushed John away and now you’re doing it with me, too. You’re losing the best thing that’s ever happened to you. If you’re still guessing what that could be, let me give you an answer you ass hole: It’s me!”

You pointed at yourself while sobbing helplessly.

This love was going to kill you one day.

All of your survival instincts were telling you to run, finally, your self-defence mode was kicking in.

So you turned around to go and never come back again, this time for real.

But a tiny whisper caused you to stop in your tracks.

“I’m sorry.”

You pressed your eyes shut, everything in your head screaming ‘No! No! No!’

“I am so sorry that I am… the way I am. But please, don’t leave me now. I can’t see you go another time. It would be the signature under my death sentence.”

You took a deep, shaky breath.

And turned around.

“I don’t really seem to be able to let you go, do I?”

Sherlock laughed, a laugh that almost brought back the life into his drug-intoxicated face.

“That’s probably because of my compelling charm.”

You couldn’t help but let out a low chuckle, too.

“I hate you.”

He looked up to you through his dark, long lashes.

“I know.”

You stared at each other for a moment, both knowing that there was a great change to come in the next very minutes.

“Alright, posh boy. There will be rules. Don’t you ever dare to take me for granted. The first insult, the first mean thing- and I’m gone. Is that clear?”

He nodded like a school boy who had just been lectured.

“Good. And now make some space for me on that sofa. I fucking missed cuddling with you.”

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Daily Sketch 76: I’ve had a little break in commissions so I took the chance to get around to finishing Pokemon Moon, which I had been dawdling on a little bit. Turns out that game is pretty good, who knew? I actually think this is my favourite Pokemon since Silver, aside from limiting exploration I really like all the changes they made to the formula those games have. Anyway this is what my trainer was decked out in for most of the game. Like every character in Pokemon she’s pretty cute.

Mercy Pt 3 || Kol M.; D. Salvatore; Reader

Main Storyline

One || Two

Bonus Storyline


Song: Hurt - Emeli Sandé

“I have a proposal for you,” Katherine starts.

“Go on,” I said, leaning back into the booth, and extending my legs out underneath the table.

After my little break down I had in front of Klaus, I’ve gone back to my cold ways, and planning the Gilbert’s death, and by lucky chance, Katherine found me when I was murderous.

“As you know, now that little Gilbert has the map for the cure, the gang will all be going after it. But what if I told you, you could get your revenge there.”

“What do you mean, I can get it anytime I want it.”

“I mean you can kill little Jer and make Elena’s life a living Hell, while also taking the cure from her.” She continued, putting her elbows on the table while leaning closer to me. “Kill her adored brother and take away her humanity, all while getting Damon.”

“And what’s your plan for all this?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. “And wouldn’t that just send Damon running back into her arms.”

“Yes it would, but not if you don’t look like yourself, but as me instead.” She smirks.

“How’s that?” I questioned, now leaning in towards her. “And why would you want me looking like you?”

“I have a witch friend and why not? Having two Katherine’s terrorizing them, fucking with them. Why not even drive Elena a little mad?”

“Alright.” Her eyes widened in shock, but she smiles as I agreed.

“Great! We leave tomorrow.” She then leaves.

I sit there thinking about how I was finally going to get revenge for Kol, even though I made a deal with Katherine, and something was possibly going to go wrong, I didn’t care. I didn’t even really care if I showed my true face, if Damon sees me. I didn’t care, I’m numb.

Damon has hurt me lots of times, but the fact that he loves the girl who planned Kol’s death, I just couldn’t forgive him for that.

Kol was my best friend and over the past year he was the only one who bothered keeping in touch with me, and I had started developing feelings for him.

A tear slips down my cheek as I think of the endless phone calls shared with him, him bring back my humanity, being there as I cried my eyes out.

I felt stupid, I had my eyes on someone I knew was bad for me, didn’t pay any attention to me, and the one who was always there, is now dead, and it’s too late for me to say anything to him about it.

There was a huge hole in my heart, all because of the Gilbert’s, and I was going to get revenge for it soon.

I wiped the tear from my face and leave the diner, thoughts of Kol weighing heavily on my mind. I was going to avenge him, and who ever gets in my way, will suffer too.

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