i just had to edit my own

And last but not least, I decided to make my own version of Hot Guys Reading, so I brought glasses and my absolute favorite books, The Name of the Wind (in Jared’s hands), The Wise Man’s Fear (in Misha’s hands), and The Slow Regard of Silent Things (in Jensen’s hands) all by Patrick Rothfuss.

This turned out even better than I had hoped.  After an initial blank look of confusion as I handed them all books and glasses, I smiled and said, “I want to make my own version of hot guys reading.”  And they all nodded or made a sound like, “Gotcha.” and were good to go.

Feel free to edit/crop/whatever…just give me credit, please for the op. 

If (most of) Sherlock has a, like, overarching literary thesis that’s broader than “love conquers all,” I’d have to say it was something along the lines of “he who controls the story controls reality.”

(We set the tone in asip with “ugh daily mail” and Mycroft turning security cameras away to threaten John.)
I prefer to do my own editing. (Baskerville)
I love newspapers - fairytales.
The press will turn, Sherlock, and they’ll turn on you.
That’s what you do to sell a big lie, you wrap it up in enough truth to make it believable.
SUICIDE OF FAKE DETECTIVE
I don’t have to have proof, Mr. Holmes, I just have to print it.
I have an interview with the Sun, but I haven’t made it up yet.
Did you miss me? Did you miss me?
The illustrator is out of control. I had to grow this mustache so people would recognize me.
Thats not what happened at all – oh, we can doctor a little bit of security footage.
You’re about to solve a big one – Yeah, until John publishes his blog.
Have you ever wondered, in any part of your addled brain, if you’re being played for a viral ad campaign?
(All the promo vids of monitors glitching and doing the crt shutdown-flash)

And like, that is a brief off-the-top-of-my-head list.

Then you get into clues we were flashed silently, but weren’t called out to us until later - we SAW the shaving cream behind the cabbie’ ear, the London A-Z in both flats, Sherlock taking sugar here and making John tea there, the word Liar in Mary’s tag cloud. We didn’t *observe* them, but they were there all along. But the storytellers controlled how those facts were presented, to create an impression.

Or, take the scenes that weren’t shown, but we know they happened. *Know it* know it, not blog, not hearsay. At least one previous canceled date with Jeanette and one search of Sherlock’s things for drugs in ASiB, and probably many. Half of Sherlock’s plan in TRF that led to him reciting the judge’s guilty sentence along with the judge. Dancing lessons. (Sigh.)

If you can control which scenes are shown, which are buried, and what context everything is given, you can control public perception of reality. You can make them look at a dog and see a hound. Which is what I’m hoping happened to us on Sunday.

But if you believe these two idiots have been in love since the beginning… hasn’t this been happening to them for 130 years?

I was hoping THAT’S what everyone had gotten wrong, that they were determined to set right. Not just THIS adaptation, but all of canon; a lesson on how to read subtext and framing and observe what we’d been seeing all along: a man out of his time.

I hope it’s not too late to land this plane.

“When my child was born and took her first breath and then when she put that tight grip on my finger […] 
With that experience I had at the birth of my baby girl, everything changed. I’d do more when it’s for my baby girl. She’s freed me from my own self, which makes life far more interesting. I now look at life through the eyes of a pure spirit, which is really, really fantastic. It’s a lot of work, but the rewards are just exponential, and the meaning of life and how I see things are clearer. Sure, I’m still doing a photo shoot today and she’s not around. But when I do have her, I’m just not available to anyone or anything. I don’t care who’s calling. I’m with my baby.”

- Jeremy Renner on how being a father has changed him

RWBY FANS NEEDED!

Hello there! I’m Cofvy! Although I’m new to tumblr, I’d like to share a youtube series I’ve just began working on!

RWBY Volume 4 Abridged!

I love watching RWBY spin-offs, parodies, and so on. But as a voice actor and a director, I’ve never organised an abridged series (I tend to stick with animations and fandubs) and I didn’t want to abridge something that had been done numerous times…

But now Volume 4 has begun!

I’ll be directing, editing, voicing a major and a few minor roles, as well as managing pretty much everything, But of course, I’m looking to cast people to voice the characters, and I’m also on the look out for anyone who’d like to write scripts for the series!

If you’re happy to help out with scripts, just send me a message, I’m friendly! Secondly, if you want to voice act, you need to try out! I’ve set up a page titled how to audition, that explains the different ways you can audition :D

But to get to the point, I really wanted to make this blog to promote the whole project.  While I’ve already received a fair amount of auditions, I’d like to reach out to more and more people, and make the project known in the fndm and the RWBY community!

So I’d appreciate it if people could share this post around and tell other fans about it! Thank you to anyone who auditions or supports!

6

H: I haven’t had a chance to say just how sorry I am about Elinor.
SOh, well, I’m sure you were very busy off tracking elk or whatever it is you do when you disappear.
H: Who knows. Well, I should have been in touch. It’s unforgivable.
S: There is very little in this life that’s unforgivable, Henrik. I’m sure you have your own crosses to bear.
Elinor… Elinor had traces of cocaine in her system. I mean, not a lot, but still.
The day she died, we had a really good heart to heart. But she never mentioned the cocaine.

H: Serena…
S: If I’d know, I’d never have let her get in that car.
H: But you couldn’t have known.
S: Well, I should have. I’m her mother.
H: You can’t blame yourself, you know.
S: I know it’s stupid, but I can’t help wanting to hold someone accountable. Even if that does turn out to be me. Human nature I suppose.

S19 E18 Losing Game Holby City

Rocketeer || Peter Parker x Reader

I have every intention of working on requests and/or finishing up my own personal projects for my dA, only to lose muse for all of them as I go back to writing for Peter.

I’m so mad at myself (;﹏;)

also a side note, rocketeer, because this song reminds me of peter

warnings: none

**I apologize for any grammatical errors since this was all written on my phone. When it’s posted then I’ll make sure to edit it a few more times just in case!**

**dont plagiarize/repost this story. Reblogs are fine!

—————

{with you right here/ i’m a rocketeer/ let’s fly}

Your boyfriend had cancelled your date again, leaving you feeling more than a little upset. You had wasted a good portion of your day getting ready, wanting to look good for him.

So when he called you, becoming a stuttering mess when he told you he had to cancel, you didn’t answer him. You simply hung up your phone with a huff, feeling the hot tears moisten your eyes as you angrily wiped the makeup off your face.

Peeling off your clothes, you throw them to the side of your room, not giving a damn if they got wrinkled. You pull out your drawers and put on your favorite sweater and sweatpants, running a hand through your hair as you nearly pulled its strands out.

You honestly wanted to cry in frustration.

Did Peter not like you enough? Why did he always have to do this to you? At Midtown, he seemed fine with being with you, but outside of school??

It’s like he couldn’t stand to be seen with you, which was what prompted him to bail on you each time you had plans together.

Feeling defeated, you force yourself out of your room and apartment, taking the stairs as it lead you all the way to the rooftop.

Pushing the double doors open, you felt the city air fill your lungs as you shivered and looked up at the night sky. You admire the sight of the half moon settled against the inky darkness, not tearing your gaze away from it as the moonlight seemed to beckon you closer.

You took a step closer toward the edge, only to have your movements halted when you felt a hand on your arm. With a gasp, you look back to see a familiar hero beside you.

“Spider-Man?” When did he get here? Why was he here? And how come you didn’t hear him? These questions all clouded your mind, yet you couldn’t find the courage to voice them aloud.

You felt the young superhero slide a gloved hand down the length of your arm, gently tugging at the sleeve of your sweater. This causes you to land against his chest, feeling his muscular arms wrap tightly around you before going toward the edge of the building, “What are you-”

The rest of the question dies within your throat when Spider-Man suddenly falls off the building with you in his arms. The wind rushing past your face makes you scream as you held on tighter to the webslinger. Without even missing a beat, you saw his web shooters stick to the next building, bringing you upwards as your fear quickly turned into exhilaration.

You laugh while Spider-Man seemed to fly around the city with you in his arms. Feeling all of your anger and sadness melt away, you clung to the masked boy, not letting go even when he landed safely on an open rooftop.

You were both silent, with you staring at the front of his suit while he had his arms loosely wrapped around your back. After a few seconds, you sigh and hide your face within his chest, causing the hero to stiffen, “I should probably pull away from you, since I have a boyfriend but…I don’t want to. Something about you reminds me of Peter, haha, ugh, I’m pathetic.” You felt the tears form within your eyes again, “Even after that amazing trip around the city, I’m still thinking about him.”

You realize that throughout this whole evening, Spider-Man was oddly quiet, not saying a word to you as you continued to nervously ramble, “I know Peter will be upset to know that I was with some other guy, even if I don’t know his identity. And I wanna say that my boyfriend will beat you up for taking me away, but I highly doubt if he can do that. Peter is just too soft and sweet.”

Your words finally manage to get a laugh out of him, and you hear him answer, “Yeah, I don’t think I can beat myself up.”

You stiffen, recognizing that slightly nasally voice anywhere when you look up at him. He still keeps an arm around you when he lifted his mask, revealing messy locks of brown hair as his sweet eyes narrowed down at you with love, “H-Hey.”

“Peter Parker, it’s you…” You lift up your hand to touch at his face for a few seconds before immediately pinching them. This makes Peter wince with pain in response as you continued to pull and stretch at his cheeks.

“Argh! Baby, I’m shorry!! Prease-!!” You let go of his face, stopping your painful pinches when you kiss him. Lifting your hands again, you gently caress his cheeks in a silent apology for hurting him. You frame his face with your two hands, not saying a word while you observed Peter’s face.

His brown eyes were darker than usual, evident of his anxiety as he began to chew at his bottom lip, “Are you mad at me? Y-You know, for ditching you and s-stuff?”

You let out a huff, forcing him down to kiss him again. Instead of it being short and sweet, you gently bit down on his lips, earning a gasp of pain from him, “Oh, I’m mad alright. Just consider yourself lucky that I adore Spider-Man and completely support his cause.”

He gives you a pout and nuzzles his face against the palm of your hand, “I’m sorry, for not telling you the truth sooner. I just didn’t want you to get hurt. Forgive me?”

Ugh, just seeing those puppy dog eyes were making you weak. How could you possibly stay mad at him?

Wrapping your arms around the back of his neck, you murmur, “I forgive you, only because I love you too much. I can’t stay mad at you.” Peter’s eyes lit up at your words before holding you closer to him again. He dons his mask and tells you, “Come on, let’s explore the city again. The night is still young.”

You laugh while remaining in his arms as he swings across Queens, not sure how you got so lucky when it came to having a boyfriend like Peter Parker.

{let’s fly, fly, fly, fly/ up, up here we go/ where we stop nobody knows}

[end]

8

“Come on, then, warriors of Odin,” Loki taunted. “I’m unarmed and weak. You can do it!”

That’s when I knew in my heart that we couldn’t. We would charge in and die. We’d end up lying on the floor with our spines snapped, just like that snake.

But we had no choice. We had to try.

Hi everyone! i decided to do a follow forever for the new year because i want to show appreciation before 2016 ends.

So i hope everyone’s having a good day of a year that hasn’t been the best, but hopefully y’all have had some positive memories from it when the world goes into 2017 and that 2017 will be much better both personally and worldwide. i just wanted to thank everyone for making my time on here really great and for posting pictures, making beautiful edits, coming up with funny text posts or just cheering on your favorite football team! it has been up and downs on this site with people not being so kind to one and other but for the most part, in my own opinion, it has been awesome to come on here on a match day and being apart of a community that i myself don’t really have outside of tumblr (maybe some can relate to this)

anyway i hope 2017 will be a year of prosper, happiness, new experiences, new people, making even more memories that will last forever and that you will take of yourself because you are important, wonderful, amazing and deserve to live the life YOU want to live. so HAPPY NEW YEAR!!

(a-d)

@adamnlallana @aftgomes21 @andressiniesta @andreisiniesta @antogriezmann @ariel868 @babellerin @babymessi @babyneymar @barca-penguins @barca-neymessi @barcelonaesmuchomas @barslayona @bartristaa @blaugr4na @brazilaf @campnou-s @captainmessi @christmasche @deledier

(e-h)

@fatherpique @fcbarcelohna @fcbootylona @football-s @griezmvnn @haillionel @happyfeetiniesta @hectorbellerin @hermionegrangcr 

(i-l)

@iniestas @idkwbarca @ivanrakitic @leocuccittini @lionelandremessi @lionelandresmessii @liohnelmessi @lionelimessi @luchorgasm @lukaszpizczk

(m-p)

@messisgoldenhair @milanpique @monetmarjr @morethanbarsa @nathangjadrian @naymarsjr @neymarspassion @neymarsideheaux @neymarsgoldmedal @neymazing @neymerjr @neymrjr @neys-princess @nikeneymar @oezily @pogbala @pokersneymar

(q-t)

@rafaeloangelo @reyrafinha @sashapique @socrpio @teambarca @teammodric @terstegenspeakingspanish 

(#)

@100percentneymar 

3

So I had this idea since making that collage of multiple Antis, and decided to make a few versions of it (: I like to think Anti really is very sassy, a very sassy archangel I guess lol the wings are more of an aesthetic tho 

Anti screenshot is courtesy of @trash-septiceye (hope you don’t mind me using them in my edits <3 )

*I do not own the images used, just did edits and collaging; plus like/reblog if you save/use :*

2

Purrsephone’s Purrfect Denims Palette

Here’s the long overdue Denims Palette I have been working on for what feels like forever. Prepare for a lot of jean recolours in the near future!
I had no idea what to do for names, so I just ended up using my favourite boy names.

Just a couple of things before y’all download this;

This is NOT a S4 package file download. It DOES NOT go into your Mods Folder. It is for RECOLOURING/RETEXTURING.

This palette was made from scratch.

Feel free to use it to recolour/retexture whatever you want, but please credit me!

DO NOT re-upload/claim as your own.

DO NOT edit my palette without my permission.

The download is a ZIP File. It contains 2 versions of each palette (for easy usage) - Plain & Labelled. It also contains a “Read Me” file.

Lastly, if you use my palette make sure to tag me so I can like & reblog :)

Download My Palette: Simfileshare

3

Her heart shook with the thunderous truth of it: the world had fallen long before the turning, long before the hungry dead had risen up to devour those who dared yet live. It had not been the hissing of the Serpent, that whispered temptation in the Garden, nor the blinking, bewildered emergence from the forested Paradise. It had not even been the first slaying of kin, brother betraying brother. No, the world had been plunged into darkness the moment man had first placed his fellow man—and woman—in chains.

Bodies and minds, subjugated. Free will, stolen. Man had set his brother into bondage, and in doing so, had imprisoned himself. She’d never been in jail, she’d told him once. She hadn’t realized, hadn’t understood, that long before they had stepped behind those barbed fences, long before they had sheltered within those shadowed halls, they had all been prisoners. Humanity had shackled itself, long ago.

For the first time, she questioned her certainty in the injustice of this unleashed hell. For the first time, she wondered if the world was merely getting what it deserved.

There’s still good people.

No, she corrected herself. There’s only him, now.