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The Signs Hold a Crying Baby

Aries: WHAT DO I DO WHAT DO I DO WILL IT STOP IF I SHAKE IT MAKE IT STOP WHERE IS THE MOTHER

Taurus: Keep your tears inside your eyes where they belong, you pathetic excuse for life

Gemini: Continues the one sided conversation, “so I said to Tom, I said Tomas, that’s MY fucking sandwich- wait, is it okay to cuss in front of a -what am I saying, you don’t understand words yet- anyway I said to him…”

Cancer: *is the Crying Baby* 

Leo: Worry not, I will calm you with my talent for, uh, singing, “rock-a-bye baby in the -” baby: *screams louder* leo: okay well, fuck you too

Virgo: Gross pls tell me this thing didn’t poop OH MY GOD IT POOPED GET IT OFF GET IT OFF

Libra: Smiles and patiently calms the child, artfully hiding their discomfort and disgust, thinking “why the fuck do people keep making these things I hate them I hate them I fucking hate them ughh”

Scorpio: *glares* shut the fuck

Sagittarius: Tbh if you were my kid, I’d probably “forget” you in a shopping cart at the grocery store… shit, where is your mother? Don’t tell me she-  HEY LADY, YEAH YOU, COME GET YOUR KID

Capricorn: Calmly sets the child down and walks away forever

Aquarius: According to some scientific studies, crying indicates that in later life, the infant will adapt qualities of…

Pisces: Me too, kid. Me too.  By the way, it only gets worse from here…

Types of Romantics (Check Venus)

Aries: Clingy romantic. Very possessive over you. Doesn’t want you to talk to anyone else. Always wants to talk to you. Will defend you. Always wants to be right so they’ll get mad at you, but still love you

Taurus: Passionate romantic. CAN BE MORE KINKY THAN SCORPIO. Wants you to be happy and fed at all times. Pampers you with motherly love, but hot in bed

Gemini: Intellectual romantic. Wants someone who will be relatable but is also completely different. Wants to challenge their minds. Will challenge your temper but it keeps things exciting

Cancer: Exciting romantic. Wants excitement and honesty in conversation, be it a deep and serious conversation or a fun and weird one. Be able to change things up; sometimes going out and sometimes staying home and chillin’

Leo: Bold romantic. Very straight forward to his/her partner in everything (literally). Very clear in what they want. Will accommodate to your needs to make sure you’re happy- but you must tell them so

Virgo: Compromising romantic. Very busy and whines a lot. Must be able to think about their lover not only themselves. Is very busy but will make time for you

Libra: Demanding romantic. Wants everything to be perfect. Wants to make you a better person, no matter how hard it’ll be to do so. Will always listen to you

Scorpio: Rational romantic. Knows exactly when to do what. Can be very serious and enigmatic at times. They don’t hate you, they’re just thinking about things. Can get very saucy in the bed

Sagittarius: Flighty romantic. Not always there. Loves you nevertheless. Needs to understand that they can be wrong too. Has to be willing to calm down and settle down

Capricorn: Quiet romantic. Won’t always say it or act like it but they do love you. Puts you first. Makes sure you’re okay even if s/he isn’t there all the time

Aquarius: Royal romantic. Expects you to treat them like a queen or king. Will treat you like one too. Wants the best. Can’t put up with any bullshit

Pisces: Understanding romantic. Will embrace all of your flaws and bad traits with the hope that you will do the same. Will glorify you but won’t expect you do to the same- you should though; they’re pretty great

1. you have made it to 20! what a whirlwind year it has been but if you can survive 2016 you can survive anything.


2. remember that love trumps hate any day, everyday. just keep spreading love and being the best person you can be.


3. last year was definitely not your year for romance, try it this year though. I have a feeling a lot of love is coming your way.


4. school is a priority, do not ever forget that. you are so fortunate to be able to even attend college so just try your hardest in each and every class.


5. DO NOT SKIP YOUR 8AM! you signed up for it, you now have your afternoons free to study as you please. it’s an important class and really an hour difference of sleep is not going to kill you.


6. go to bed early, you’ll thank yourself when that 8am roles around.


7. take care of your body. eat healthy but eat good. make sure you are hydrated and exercise on the days that you can. you know that you always feel so good after you exercise.


8. keep meeting new people and keep making friends. talk to people in your classes, make new friends and study buddies.


9. when you are not feeling good on the inside remember to just take time to unplug and go outside.


10. remember your worth. this can be applied to friendships, to relationships and even when you are with just with yourself. you are worth so much and you have purpose, you are just starting to figure out new parts of your journey, don’t be so hard on yourself.


11. you can change your mind.


12. don’t let people make you feel bad for not wanting to do what you used to do, for changing and growing.


13. do not be afraid to let this love inside. when people give it to you sometimes you make up excuses to not take it. don’t do this, embrace the love and keep giving yours as well.


14. last year was so hard there is no doubt. but baby he doesn’t think about you anymore and you were not worth anything to him. that was not love and there is no love there. he is in the past, he is not your future. just let it go. let him go. no more.


15. you make each day what you will. it’s up to you and you are writing your story, you get to decided the paths that you take and the people you get to take it with. mistakes happen along the way and you can recover. you are in charge.


16. just spread love. give it to yourself in abundance and give it to the people you meet and want to keep getting to know. 


17. be who you want to be in 2017. there are so many possibilities and so many different outcomes and lots of things that we do and do not have control over. make sure that the things you can control that you do. make sure that you spread love and light. we all are going to need it.

—  17 things I want to remember in 2017
Zodiac Signs: I’m Scared \ So I

Aries: I’m scared they won’t hear me \ So I scream louder

Taurus: I’m scared they need more \ So I’m giving my all

Gemini: I’m scared they won’t like me \ So I become another

Cancer: I’m scared they will leave me \ So I don’t let them in

Leo: I’m scared they’ll forget me \ So I keep reminding them I’m here

Virgo: I’m scared they‘ll find better \ So I keep being the best

Libra: I’m scared of their opinions \ So I silenced mine

Scorpio: I’m scared they will hurt me \ So I won’t let them know me

Sagittarius: I’m scared they will lock me \ So I keep running away

Capricorn: I’m scared they won’t be satisfied \ So I never rest

Aquarius: I’m scared they’ll make me one of them \ So I’m staying outside

Pisces: I’m scared they’ll devour me \ So I devour myself

I don’t understand. How much more can we take away from Native Americans? Native Americans have suffered through abuse, rape, disrespect and disregard of their culture and more, yet we keep trying to take more of their land. And how have they responded? With kind words and peaceful protests, only forgiveness for years and years of hatred. Is this how we treat them? Trump has signed a bill to continue DAPL and I don’t even know where to start. What hope is there now? Please find your humanity people. I don’t know how we can fix this but show some damn respect and don’t appropriate culture, don’t shit on traditions you don’t understand, don’t disregard years of history, and NEVER forget the hatred the United States has shown for indigenous people.

I hope when you fall in love you don’t play tough and miss out

I hope when you fall in love its with the right person at the right time

I hope when you fall in love you don’t ignore warning signs to get away

I hope when you fall in love and it doesn’t work out you don’t give up on it altogether

I hope when you fall in love you don’t coast but you work hard to keep it going

I hope when you fall in love you don’t forget to take care of yourself over your s/o

I hope when you fall in love it’s not someone just giving you attention 

I hope when you fall in love it works out in your favor

Two Weeks Notice

His blood rushed loudly past his ears and he cleared his throat several times before finally managing to speak. ‘Two weeks?’

The firm nod from his soon-to-be-former-assistant brooked no argument.

Sherlock Holmes, self-made business mogul and genius with a knack for going through PR reps like tissue paper, was, for the first time, utterly baffled. 

‘I don’t understand.’ He stood and rounded his desk, a frown on his face, until he was standing in front of her. Molly Hooper. His assistant. His conscience. His voice of reason. The one person who, despite her diminutive stature and initial fumbling demeanor, had kept him in line and in good public standing for the better part of five years with a backbone of steel and an uncanny ability to charm even the most vicious reporter. 

She wouldn’t leave him… she couldn’t.

‘Are you no longer happy here, Miss Hooper?’

She turned her head before he could read her face, but he didn’t miss her flinch at his formal address. She took a deep breath before turning her gaze back to him. ‘I believe my services would be better utilized elsewhere.’

‘That’s not what I asked. Tell me, why are you leaving me?’

She looked down at her cherry-patterned blouse, tugged it straight, and cleared her throat. ‘Mr Holmes, the terms of my employment were clear in that, should either party be so inclined to terminate said employment, a notice of two weeks must be given. No where in the wording is it required that a reason be given.’

Sherlock cursed inwardly. ‘Miss Hoop-Molly, I thought we had developed an efficient rapport, even a friendship. If I have done something to cause you distress, please inform me so that I may rectify the situation.’ He slipped his hands into his pockets and ducked his head. ‘I have very few friends in my life and I would sincerely be loathe to lose you from my life.’

‘It is nothing you can fix, believe me,’ she replied, smiling sadly. 

Sherlock stepped toward her. ‘Molly-’

‘I’ve already begun vetting potential replacements,’ she interrupted, taking a step back. ‘Three months from now, it’ll be as if there was never any change. You’ll have forgotten all about me.’

Her smile was forced and a gnawing ache settled in Sherlock’s chest. No more chipper, bubbly smiles first thing in the morning as she brought him his coffee and handed him a folder with the relevant emails that had come through overnight. No more trying to hide his laughter in public spaces whenever she mumbled a sarcastic or morbid comment under her breath. No more watching her brilliantly smooth over his social faux-paus with a smile and perfectly-worded statements. 

No more Molly. 

‘What if I don’t want to forget you.’ His voice was dark and low. 

She replied with soft resignation. ‘We both know you excel at deleting extraneous information. And when I leave, that’s what I will become. Your work and empire will continue, your new assistant will do everything I’ve been doing for you, and nothing else in your life will change.’ 

Then with the strength he’d always admired in her, she straightened her shoulders and adopted a cool professional expression. ‘With that out of the way, I shall be off. You have a meeting with the Board in a half hour and I need to prepare the conference room.’ She turned on her heel and left the room, pausing at the door to call over her shoulder, ‘Don’t forget to wear the cufflinks Mr Haversham gave you; keeps you in his favour.’

The door clicked shut behind her with alarming finality and Sherlock fell back against his desk, stunned.

Two weeks. Two weeks and she would leave him. Why? Why was she leaving? He hadn’t offended her lately, insulted her clothing recently, or God forbid, forgotten to pay her! She had given no sign of discontentment or unhappiness working with him. If anything, she had thrived in her position, going above and beyond what he had even expected of her. 

So why would she leave?

Why would she stay?

The little voice that sounded a lot like his business partner, John, came unbidden to his mind. Sherlock froze. 

Why would she stay? If she received a better offer, he would understand that. But she gave no indication that she was looking for or taking a new position and no other company would dare even consider poaching her from him.

His legs were moving before he even thought to, propelling him across the room in record speed. He threw open the door and stormed out, sending a frightened intern scuttling after a flurry of papers she’d thrown in surprise. 

Sherlock paid the employees that parted around him like the Red Sea no mind. His singular focus was on finding his assistant and demanding a full explanation before talking her out of this irrational decision to leave him in the lurch. 

The lift was too slow and he bypassed it entirely, opting to thunder down the stairs to the ground floor. The conference room was in the center of the atrium and completely encased in glass windows that rose to the top of the three story-tall room. Transparency was the core of his business success; no underhanded dealings or hiding secrets. Made for a bumpy ride at times, but paid off in the long run. 

He straight-armed his way through the doors into the atrium; the steel doors slammed into the walls and echoed loudly in the tall room. Every head turned toward the sound and many craned their necks to watch as the C.E.O., President, and Notoriously Aloof Sherlock Holmes blew into the room with the force of a hurricane and narrowed in on the petite assistant who was speaking animatedly with the few board members who had arrived early.

He interrupted them unashamedly and furiously declared, ‘No. I refuse to accept your resignation.’

Molly looked over in surprise and a fierce blush stained her cheeks. Hastily excusing herself from the conversation, she hurried across the room. 

‘Mr Holmes, please-’

‘No, no more Mr Holmes,’ Sherlock snapped, uncaring that every ear was attuned to their discussion. ‘We have been on a first name basis for two years. We are friends, Molly. And friends don’t just quit. Not without reason.’

Molly looked around at their gaping audience and lowered her voice. ‘Sherlock, it’s…’ She sighed and tucked her hair behind her ear. ‘It’s complicated. Okay? You don’t understand and I get it, I do. Just… respect my decision.’ Her eyes were suspiciously bright. ‘Please.’

It was in that moment that Sherlock saw what he’d ignored for so long. The dilation of her pupils, the longing in her eyes, the soft way she would smile at him, putting aside her own personal life to help him, canceling dates at his last minute request when he needed her… the love that was woven in every word she spoke to him and every thing she did for him. 

And how deeply that love was reciprocated.

He reached out and caught her hand. ‘You’re wrong.’ He stepped closer and lifted his other hand to slip around the back of her head. Her breathing increased and her eyes widened. ‘I believe I do understand. Finally.’ 

‘Sherlock…’ The rest of her breathless words were stolen as he dipped his head and kissed her. 

Around them, the onlookers awed and cheered. Sherlock tuned them out, focusing all his attention on the woman in his arms and kicking himself for ignoring his heart for all these years.

And when John Watson, Sherlock’s business partner, arrived with the rest of the Board members minutes later, he smirked at the sight before him. A quick check to the calendar on his phone only made his smile widen. 

Seems he’d won the betting pool. 

Protecting Us

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Mafia au, angst, slight smut at the end

Warnings: Strong powerthankyou language

Word Count: 1.8k


“Stay here” Yoongi unbuckled his seatbelt and was about to open the car door when he turned to you. “I know you can take care of yourself but if something happens to you I won’t be able to get through it, ok? So please don’t do anything stupid” He sounded loving. He cared about you, and you knew that.

Anyone would say he was cold and hateful, a killer. But what they didn’t know is that he wasn’t like that on the inside. Obviously, you will let them believe that, as being cold hearted was his job, but still. He was the most loving person you have ever met. He was there when you were down, even if your problems were stupid, he never judge you. He wasn’t like that at all.

“Yoongi, I work from this too” You said, trying to calm him down. You have killed just as much people as he had, that’s how you met each other.

Many people would think you were the bad ones, when there is actually not a good or bad side. The government was fucked up and Yoongi and you worked for the people trying to stop this shit. You were the “good” ones, at least until you talked with one of the guys on the other side, and then the story iwas completely different.

“I know, I know, babe.” He shuffled his hair as his eyes went to the floor and up to you again. “Just promise me you won’t risk your life, ok?” Yoongi seemed really serious right now, and, if you had to be honest, that scared you.

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You know… Sagittarius is probably a sign people aren’t too afraid of, but they’re the sign right in between Scorpio and Capricorn, the two signs that are arguably very powerful. Yes, while that can make Sagittarius quite different from the two, every sign is connected in some way and I kind of want to elaborate on the secretive, powerful qualities Sagittarius has.

People like to elaborate on how Scorpios tend to keep their secrets well. While Sagittarius is very much an open sign, I feel like Sagittarius can use their openness to hide their inner suffering. For example, when a Sagittarius is hurt, they can go on adventures or escape to forget their pain. Around other people, it looks like they’re having so much fun… But you never really know what’s going on under a Sagittarius. Although both signs are different, both of them are very secretive.

People also like to elaborate on how powerful Capricorn is. Capricorn is seen to be the powerful, authoritative figure. Capricorn is arguably respectable and gains prosperity in a practical sense. However, Capricorn can be feared by others and is firmly rooted and established. Sagittarius however is powerful, but on a totally different scale. It is possible for people to treat Sagittarius like a joke, since Jupiter, Sagittarius’s ruling planet, is a planet commonly associated with humor. It is hard to take Sagittarius seriously and perhaps it’s hard to respect them. Sagittarius is seen to be an individual that has no self-restraint or responsibilities. Sagittarius does not take root for it is a sign that likes to travel. While Capricorn gains success by taking root and establishing order, Sagittarius gains success through the journeys they’re on. Although both signs are different, both of them are successful and powerful.

chamomiletealove  asked:

Hi! I wonder if you have fic rec for BAMF! Emissary Stiles that kinda have a bond with alpha!Derek? Or maybe some angst-happy ending with secret relationship between Stiles and closeted!Derek? The longer it is, the better. Tysm! Love your blog! 😍

We just did a closeted!Derek list here. And here’s Alpha!Derek and Emissary!Stiles - Anastasia

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Always Had the Key by Omni

(1/1 I 3,304 I Teen)

Years after Derek’s left Beacon Hills, he runs into Stiles at a conference for werewolves and their emissaries. While they both have changed a lot, some things still remain the same.

The Lightning In Me (that strikes relentless) by TheHatterTheory

(5/5 I 4,861 I Mature)

Stiles hated how he’d put his faith in something again, how he’d let himself think for even a moment that someone could endure, might not be fragile like his mother, like his father, like him. He hated that he’d been dumb enough to hope for something resembling stability.

The Ink Under My Skin by rainsoakedshoes

(1/1 I 10,430 I Mature)

Derek is looking for an Emissary. What he finds is Stiles Stilinski; resident witch.

Stiles would do whatever it takes to protect the Hale pack and his Alpha.

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“I want to protect my pack as well as I can,” Derek continued. “Emissaries traditionally keep balance, having someone who wants to tip the odds in our favour may come in handy.”

Stop Crossing Oceans by howl-to-the-wind (greenleaf)

(1/1 I 11,570 I Mature)

“There are no absolutes, Scott! No hard rights or hard wrongs! The world doesn’t fucking work that way and we can’t afford to think like that, because people are going to die! We signed up for that the moment we got involved with all this!”

“We? We?” Scott hisses. “Don’t you think you? Don’t forget that you’re the one who dragged us into that forest the night it all started, Stiles. So if it’s anyone’s fault, it’s yours.”

Something inside Stiles cracks, so strong and so deep that he practically hears it.

Imperfect Isn’t Easy (But It’s Us) by RayShippouUchiha

(1/1 I 11,599 I Explicit)

Derek is so tired of everything being his fault, so tired of always losing. He’s also tired of not admitting that he wants to own Stiles in ways he can barely describe.

Or

Derek is far from perfect but maybe that’s okay. Maybe in the right company perfect isn’t necessary.

Fangless by planiforidjit

(6/? I 15,161 I Explicit)

As both a preternatural and a spark, Emissary to the United States Government and all around good looking fella, Stiles Stilinski is in high demand. He’s expected to attend late night, secret meetings with the highest ranking supernatural creatures in the country, act as an upstanding member of high society, and be ready to attend the supernatural police force should they need him.

That doesn’t mean he’s not handling it beautifully. Until Derek Hale, Alpha of New York and owner of the finest rear end this side of the Mississippi, gets involved after a vampire attacks Stiles at a party. Then anything is fair game. Vampires, automatons, evil blondes, missed meals, not enough sleep, and a few not unwelcome glances at Alpha Hale’s thighs.

clenching my jagged jaws (over the capture) by Marishna

(1/1 I 21,945 I Teen)

Derek Hale was never supposed to be alpha, but he’s a good one. He doesn’t need any help and he definitely doesn’t need an emissary.

Stiles Stilinski is Derek Hale’s emissary and come hell or high water he’s going to see the Hale pack through the impending arrival of the alpha pack, even if it means he can never return to Beacon Hills after.

Forging Bonds by mikkimouse

(8/8 I 27,553 I Teen)

The loft was flooded, the water shimmering in the moonlight streaking through the huge windows. The twins held Derek on his knees, with his arms extended and claws out. Kali had Boyd, and she was dragging him toward Derek, and—

Stiles aimed at the twin closest to him and threw the Molotov cocktail as hard as he could.

(In which Stiles gets to the loft just a few minutes sooner in s3e7, and what happens because of it.)

Pulling the Pieces Together by fireflystiles (cuddlehazz)

(1/1 I 34,366 I Teen)

“You never have hurt anyone. Not then and not now. You just made Coach piss his pants and that’s funny shit there.” Jackson told Stiles. They all underestimated how responsible Stiles felt for the Nogitsune and what happened. No wonder he was afraid to go near the pack, not to mention the whole no control over magic thing. He felt Stiles huff out a breath at the part about Coach which was a good start.

Or after the Nogitsune, Stiles keeps secrets, there are new people in Beacon Hills, and the Pack has fallen apart. Stiles starts to figure out his role in the pack, piecing it back together, and trying to keep everyone safe.

Aching for you by LittleRedEmissary

(22/22 I 45,416 I Teen)

When Stiles tries to cast a protection spell on Derek and accidentally casts a spell much stronger than either of them expected, the duo has to relearn everything that they’ve learned about protecting the pack, because the old methods won’t do anymore. With the infamous Winchesters coming to town Derek hopes that the hunters will just drive through town, but the pack has never been good that laying low.

Came For The Spark, Stayed For The Flame by orphan_account

(15/15 I 54,091 I Mature)

Derek felt the panic build up in his chest as Jezebel held out a hand. He smelled it before he saw it, because who could forget the scent of what destroyed your life? Fire and spark and smoke curled from Jezebel’s hands, and the wood stacked at Stiles’ feet flared up.

When Stiles and Derek get bonded as Emissary-and-Alpha, hidden attractions become a lot harder to hide, secrets are kept and secrets are surfaced, and an evil teenage girl is planning even more ritualistic sacrifice.

Little Werewolf Things (Brett Talbot Imagine)

Brett x Reader


A/N: I love these ideas that @lazyneonmonster has, like they’re not related to the main story and I really love writing these kind of imagines. ♥

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“Happy anniversary!” you beamed as you shoved a bouquet of roses into Brett’s chest, a surprised and flush expression creeping up on his face when you showed him affection.


You’ve been together for a year now and you wanted to do something sweet for him, since he’s been enduring your company for so long and kept wanting to be with you whenever he got the chance.

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anonymous asked:

I will seductively lie next to you on your couch and aggressively whisper figure skating terms into your ears

It’s a common proverb, to think before one speaks.

(Perhaps Yuuri’s issue is that he speaks, then thinks.)

“Please forget that I said that,” he begs Victor, burying his face in his hands in a desperate attempt to keep his coach from seeing his flushed cheeks. “That was… It made sense in my head, I didn’t mean it… Um, I didn’t mean it like you think that I meant it.”

“You don’t have to be embarrassed,” Victor promises. “I’ve been told that before, you know. Plenty of times.”

Yuuri peers at him between his fingers. “You have?”

“No,” he admits, then chuckles. “At least, not so directly.”

If Yuuri could shrink, could disappear, then he would. He considers making a beeline for the door, but that might only worsen the situation, so he stays where he is, hopes that Victor will drop the subject.

Victor puts a hand on his shoulder and the touch is so unexpected that Yuuri jumps, but doesn’t move away, meeting his eyes and searching desperately for any sign of mercy. He knows by now, though, that Victor seems to have a selective memory, and that he’ll never forget this. “I’m flattered, though. That you think my accent is so sexy.

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Signs as Nicki Minaj lyrics

Aries : “I’mma keep it movin’, be classy and graceful.”
Taurus : “So make sure the stars is what you aim for, make mistakes though.”
Gemini : “It’s so amazing, I figured out this world is ours for the taking.”
Cancer : “No, I’m not lucky, I’m blessed, yes.“ 
Leo : “Yo, you seen my last pic, go double-tap that for me.”
Virgo :“Honestly I gotta stay as fly as I can be.”
Libra : “Yo, people will love you and support you when it’s beneficial. I'ma forgive, I won’t forget, but I'ma dead the issue.”
Scorpio : “Shout out to my haters, Sorry that you couldn’t faze me.”
Sagittarius : “I never worry, life is a journey. I just wanna enjoy the ride.”
Capricorn : “Take me, or leave me, I’ll never be perfect. Believe me, I’m worth it.”
Aquarius : “Competition? why yes I would love some.”
Pisces : “I wish that I could have this moment for life.”

“I forget things,” John said to Sherlock as they stood at Mary’s grave.
Both men avoided looking at each other and kept staring down at the things they’d brought: a vase with roses and tulips, a little candle burning behind glass.
“Since this morning, I can’t remember what her laugh sounded like. Yesterday I forgot what it felt like to touch her hair.”

John was crying. Sherlock could hear it in his voice, and he wondered if it was a good idea to try and comfort him.
To his surprise, John suddenly reached out and took Sherlock’s hand.

“Mary always did that when we visited your grave,” he explained. “She held my hand.”

“Do you still talk to her?” Sherlock asked.

John squeezed his hand so hard that it hurt. Sherlock endured the pain like he always did.

“I try not to,” John answered. “It’s not exactly a sign of sanity to talk to the dead.”

“Sanity is overrated.” Sherlock shrugged. “I talk to her every day. I still want to apologize. I made a vow, and I didn’t keep it.”

“You still can, you know.”
John’s grip on his hand became softer, almost gentle. He turned away from the grave and looked up at Sherlock.
“The family still consists of three people you can protect.”

“Rosie,” Sherlock said. “And you. And…?”

“Yourself.”
John ran his hand up Sherlock’s arm, where his clothes were hiding the needle marks.
“You always forget yourself.”

He walked away and left Sherlock alone with Mary and his thoughts.

“Thank god, I‘m not the only crazy one“

Request: “Yeah, and they both have these weird memories about wearing mid 20’s clothes and having conversations that they actually never had before… 🌌 I think that would be nice :3“ 

(A/N): I apologise for deleting the first part of the request, it‘s basically about their paths crossing once again after meeting each other in their past life. Thank you for submitting, I tried my best x 

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Originally posted by helloathazagoraphobie

Tyler and Josh are constantly trying to add new things to their live act, so that the whole audience leaves with the best experience they could offer. On this tour, besides the tuxes, special effects and etc., they‘ve come up with the idea, to bring a fan, at each show, on stage and he or she will have the honour to do the famous handshake, from the ‘Stressed Out‘ video, with Josh. 

Of course literally everyone who‘s attending the concert knows that, therefore, just a second after they‘ve finished performing ‘Ride‘ everybody around you in the pit starts to do anything they could to get Tyler‘s attention, even if that meant climbing onto someone else‘s shoulder or scream their lungs out, like they haven‘t been doing that enough during the concert. You on the other hand, take a step back and hide behind the group in front of you, trying to make yourself invisible. Those kind of situations are one of the things that unleashes your anxiety the fastest. Obviously, you‘d love the opportunity to talk to them and touch those manly pair of hand‘s that belong to Joshua Dun, but also risking the possibly to humiliate and embarrass yourself in front of thousands of people and most importantly two of your idols at the same time? Not about that life. 

“You! The (Y/H/C) haired girl with the Twenty One Pilots shirt“ a voice rings through the microphone. 

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anonymous asked:

oh! requests are open! can i please request jumin and female s/o's first big fight scenario? could it please have a fluffy ending? thank you very much!

sorry it took so long!! i’ve been so busy lately :((((

also sorry if it’s not that good its midnight right now rip

First fight with Jumin

Five months had passed since marrying Jumin. Those months were so blissfully happy. He was my other half, my soulmate, my one and only as I was his.

I remembered the wedding day. The planning took longer than the time it took for him to propose. If he had his way, we would’ve been married the day after but a wedding can’t be planned overnight.

Jumin was normally a private person but surprisingly enough, he had wanted a large and extravagant wedding. I argued back, saying that we didn’t need to have such an elegant ceremony.

“You deserve only the best, dear,” he told me.

Regardless, it was a beautiful day. The sight of seeing him at the end of the aisle as I walked in front of all our loved ones was a memory I will always keep close to my heart. Every time I thought back to that day, I smiled to myself as I touched the ring on my left hand. We were both so happy that day.

That day was the complete opposite of what was happening right now.

I watched as Jumin let out a heavy sigh. He ran his hands through his hair; a sign that he was extremely frustrated. Normally, I would be the one to comfort him. This time, I was the source of his anger.

“MC, you’re being ridiculous. Enough with your nonsense.”

Tears had started to stream down my face long ago yet I still did my best to keep whatever composure I had.

“If anyone’s being ridiculous it’s you, Jumin! How could you forget again!?” I yelled.

“You know I’ve been working with a big company the past few days to make a deal,” he explained, crossing his arms. “I’ll just reschedule the dinner to a later date.”

“You’ve already done that three times!” I huffed. “I know this deal is important but is it really necessary to meet with them nearly every day? Especially since you’ve apparently forgotten my birthday which happened over a week ago.”

“I didn’t forget, MC.”

I nearly screamed at that. I refrained from grabbing the closest thing to me and throwing it against a wall. It hurt that he had scheduled and rescheduled our dinner plans to celebrate my birthday, but what made it worse is that he looked completely emotionless about the entire ordeal. It was almost as if he thought he had better things to do than to talk to me.

“Then why did you make me wait three hours for you? Three hours, Jumin!”

“I’m just busy-”

“I didn’t think you would ever be busy enough to forget about your own wife!”

“Then perhaps you shouldn’t have married me.”

Heart lurching in my throat, I stared as the color drained from Jumin’s face. His mouth hung open as if he wanted to say something, but nothing clear came out. New tears formed in my eyes as I turned towards the door. The ring I wore on my finger suddenly felt heavy. 

“Fine then.”

Tears flowed nonstop as I walked towards the door. My legs felt numb with each step I took.

“MC, wait-”

Just as I gripped the door handle, I felt a hand grab my wrist and pull me back. Before I could push him away, Jumin’s arms wrapped around me tightly. I sobbed into his shoulder.

“I didn’t mean that, MC,” his voice cracked. “You know I didn’t mean that.”

He pulled me closer as I continued to cry. I felt a few teardrops fall on top of my head as Jumin’s breathing became unsteady.

We stood like that for a few moments, wrapped up in each other, emotions spilling out as tears flowed. He pulled back to look at me with eyes brimmed with tears.

“I’m so sorry, darling. For everything. I should’ve known better and been a better husband to you. I should’ve been there. But please remember that I love you so much.”

Jumin tucked a strand of hair away from my face to look at me properly. He wiped the tears off my face. I sighed, placing my hand on his.

“I know. I love you, too. I’m sorry for overreacting. I know this company is important and-”

“No. Not nearly as important as you. I promise you I’ll do better. I’m calling off from work for the rest of the week to make it up to you,” he declared. “I’ll make sure this never happens again.”

I nodded, watching as he took hold of my hand to observe the wedding band. He leaned down to press a soft kiss to it followed by a kiss to my forehead.

“From here on out, I’ll be better. You only deserve the best, dear.”

Hello, Alec

“This is Liara T'Soni and the year is 2186. I don’t know if you’ll even receive this message, but we corresponded years ago. I remember you spoke about a plan to settle Andromeda. I don’t know if your Arks made it out of the Milky Way, but the worst has happened here.
I’m with Commander Shepard and a brave crew, we’re trying to build a weapon to turn the tide, but I fear that the civilization you remember, the people of the Milky Way as you knew them could be gone forever. You may be all that’s left.

Please, don’t forget us. Keep us alive in your heart, and tell your children of the wonders that once were.

On behalf of the crew of the Normandy SR2, this is doctor Liara T'Soni signing off.”

Originally posted by i-am-bad-and-i-love-it

Blackmail

When Danny slipped through the wall into the mayor’s office, it was nearly one in the morning. Despite the hour, Amity Park’s mayor - Vlad Masters - was sitting at his desk sorting through papers.

“Daniel,” Vlad greeted, glancing up. Despite the fact that Danny was invisible, Vlad’s eyes zeroed in on him with disturbing accuracy. “It’s well past your curfew.”

Danny scowled and crossed his arms, letting himself become visible. “I was at the hospital.”

“Ah yes. How is your friend doing?” Vlad went back to making stacks of papers.

“Seven broken bones, a punctured lung, and a severe concussion,” Danny stated. When Vlad had zero reaction, Danny threw his hands into the air. “Seriously? Have have nothing to say about that?”

“What would you like me to say?”

“Like, an apology? A tiny bit of remorse? Some semblance of humanity?” Danny stalked forwards, grabbing onto the back of one of the chairs positioned in front of Vlad’s desk. “It’s completely your fault he’s-”

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