i know some of these choices might seem like weird ones-- like the two from audition

i don’t usually make things about ships on this blog, despite the fact gryles is the blood in my veins, but i decided since this blog isn’t actually a daily news blog, or an update blog for nick, it’s just a blog that is only all about nick so i can post what i want. so here’s forty-two (42) gryles fics you should read.


picked undone, and again by biggerthanthesun
words: 37,389 / side: daisy/harry

“I need you to know that I… I want you all the time. Me wanting you and us doing this,” Nick says. “We’ve been weirdly steady for two people who aren’t even dating and I still want you more than ever, you know? I’m not even tired of it, I’m not even tired of you. You’re like a constant thing for me, I’m afraid I’m a bit mad about you.”

The one where they’re not boyfriends. Where Nick’s mad for Harry. And Harry was mad for Nick. Until he wasn’t anymore. (Canon-compliant).

at the gates by ymorton
words: 33,707 / side: omc/omc

“I feel I already know you,” he says, laughing.

Harry looks at him, surprised. Nick feels it too?

(gryles, reincarnated)

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A Time Pirates Theory (SPOILERS) [Now ‘Same Coin’]

(…AKA, Stan is not what he seems.  Again.)

I have a theory based on the secret page of the new Time Pirates book, the one with the axolotl that Bill invokes in the finale for the show - who gives Dipper and Mabel some very interesting information about our favorite floating triangle and the terms of his resurrection (included under the read more.)

Basically:  I have a cool idea about how Bill is going to come back.  Or should I say, came back?  

((I would love to hear what y’all think.  Also, a big thanks to everyone I rambled to about this spoiler [most of whom I ended up tagging below ayy] as well as @fordtato for walking me through general spoiler theory post etiquette!))

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Merry Christmas, eeames!

Ah, hope you like it! I know it’s a bit short - and no Alpha star rivals, I’m sorry! - but all the same, I hope you enjoy it and have an awesome Sterek Christmas!

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Birds of a Different Feather

“Dad, you’ll get to see me in two and a half months." 

His protest was somewhat smothered by the choke hold John had around his neck, but it loosened after a moment and Stiles took a dramatic gulp of air, stepping away. That got a scowl to cross his dad’s face. “I know that,” the sheriff said gruffly. “But with our luck, your plane will crash on a deserted island and I won’t hear from you for years.”

Stiles laughed, letting the easy sound stand in for the words he couldn’t quite say. “I think you mean with your luck I’ll crash. It’d be like an extended holiday.”

John Stilinski snorted. “Well it better not crash, considering how much I had to pay for that ticket. You’d think they were building the plane, not just flying it.”

His smile fading with the comment, Stiles felt his gaze being drawn down to his fingers, fidgeting by his sides as though they had a mind of their own. “Hey Dad, I told you. Seriously, if we’re short on cash, I could go work at the Taz ‘N Devil during the breaks. It wouldn’t be that bad.”

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anonymous asked:

Prompt: Teen!lock, Sherlolly first kiss ;)

First and foremost, thank you so much guys for 200+ follows! I love each and everyone of you and here’s my little token of gratitude!

Hello Nonny! Thank you so much for your prompt and I do realise it’s been an age but I am really sorry!

Since I’ve read a lot of Teen!lock first kiss fics, I wanted to write something completely different and out-of-the-box! And since the prompt was very liberal… Hello, Romeo and Juliet! Even I don’t know how it occurred to me and I am not sure how it turned out, I just hope you all like it!

O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?

It was lunch time and Sherlock, John and Molly were sitting together at the canteen, when Mary came to their table to join them.

Giving John a peck on the cheek, she settled beside him. Sherlock and Molly sitting across from them.

“What took you so long?” asked Molly.

“Oh, I am sorry! I almost forgot to tell you. I have got some news.” Mary replied with a cheerful tone but not leaving behind her penchant for suspense.

“Not again. Tell us already what its about.” Sherlock said sounding bored.

“Fine, but you didn’t need to be rude Sherlock.” answered Mary, shooting daggers at Sherlock. 

Mary and Sherlock had a queer sort of friendship, both of them telling off each other all the time but it was always in good humour. Molly suspected it had something to do with how alike they were whereas John said he didn’t have any care in this world as long as they continue this because in his words ‘It is even better than the shows on telly’ .

“Oh stop it you two. Go on Mary.” replied Molly giving Sherlock her, what John called the, no shit sherlock look.

“I was passing by the notice board and they just put up the sign up lists for the annual drama.” Mary answered, squealing with delight.

“What play is it this time?” asked Molly, bouncing with joy.

“Oh, you will love this one. Its Romeo And Juliet!

“Oh my god! They are finally doing it! I have been waiting for this for years now!” replied Molly, her previous excitement increasing ten fold.

“Guess our Juliet is already geared up for it.” John teased Molly, amused by how exhilarated she was at the prospect of staging Romeo And Juliet, the classic love story.

But then that was Molly, a weird combination of a hopeless romantic and an aspiring forensic pathologist.

Molly blushed at John’s praise. True, she had been the lead in all the dramas staged till date but she was really nervous for this one. After all playing Juliet had been her dream, silly yes, ever since she had read Shakespeare’s masterpiece. 

Deciding to divert the attention from herself, she asked Mary what part she was trying for.

“I will be trying for the Nurse. Won’t even dream of auditioning against you for Juliet, you’re bloody brilliant!” 

If Molly was blushing before, she was positively as red as a tomato now.

Noticing her friend’s discomfort, Mary turned to John.

“What will you be trying for, my dear? Mary asked smirking, knowing very well how such endearments irritated Sherlock, never giving up ways to spite him.

“Mercutio. Don’t have a chance for Romeo, thanks to the bloody git here. I don’t call him a drama queen without reason.” John replied, looking pointedly at Sherlock.

Sherlock simply shrugged at the friendly accusation. “Maybe you do have a chance this time. I won’t be participating in the drama this year. Romeo and Juliet, not really my area. I was hoping they did King Lear this time. But then, what do they say about hopes.” Sherlock sighed and promptly got back to his food while John and Mary stared at him in shock while Molly seemed completely unfazed.

Why should she be shocked? Molly knew Sherlock well enough to know that he will never do a play like Romeo and Juliet and honestly, she shuddered at the thought of Sherlock as Romeo. On one hand there was Romeo, whose name had now become synonymous with lover, who gave his life because he could not imagine his world without his love Juliet and then there was Sherlock, who scoffed at sentiment, calling it a chemical defect found on the losing side of the brain and, in Molly’s opinion, didn’t have any sorts of romantic feelings for anyone. Molly reckoned that the beautiful dialogues of Romeo’s confession of his true and undying love would sound so unnatural and abysmal coming out of Sherlock’s mouth. Despite being the great actor he was, even Sherlock couldn’t manage to pull this facade off without letting a hint of mockery and disdain slip in his tone even if he wanted to. And Molly had never been this wrong.  

The school bell brought Molly out of her reverie. 

“Okay guys, we gotta go!” Molly waved her goodbyes to John and Sherlock and left for her biology class with Mary.

“Mate, are you sure you will not be auditioning for the part of Romeo?” John asked Sherlock.

“I thought my opinion on this matter was quite clear, John.”

“No, Sherlock. You aren’t thinking about it properly and don’t give me that look because I am not talking about you deducing Greg’s girlfriend dumped him by the color of his socks or that Anderson and Donovan have been making out again in the library by their odour! I am talking about your feelings for Molly.”

“John.” 

“No. Listen to me Sherlock. We both know that you’re head over heels for her. And don’t even try to deny it, I’ve seen how you look at her when you think none can see you.”

That shut him up and if it wasn’t Sherlock Holmes, John might have thought that he was blushing.

“Ya. So where was I? Right. You do realize that Molly will get the part of Juliet.”

“Obviously.”

“And if you don’t audition for Romeo, then you know who will get the part.”

Comprehension dawned on his face and his face now settled in an expression of disgust.

“Jim Moriarty.”

“Nice deduction. Everyone knows he has a thing for Molly who, just for your information, has the same feelings for you but has already given up, all thanks to your love is a dangerous disadvantage theory. And a play like Romeo and Juliet, the epic love story, don’t you think Moriarty will take advantage of it and make a move on her and Molly being Molly will most likely confuse her feelings with the feelings of Juliet. You might finally lose her, mate.”

As John’s monologue ended, Sherlock abruptly stood up from his chair and started walking briskly out of the canteen leaving John no choice other than following his friend.

“Where to Sherlock?”

“The notice board. To sign up for the role of Romeo.” Sherlock replied, sounding so casual like he wasn’t ever against the idea at all.

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S02E18 - “Profit and Loss”

Net fashion in this episode: not a lot! If you can’t go broad, go deep…


I need a cloaking device and an ironing board

I like Natima’s dress. It’s futuristic without getting too weird, and it looks great on her. I think it’s all one piece, and the layered-look at the neckline and sleeves are sewn in.

I just have two issues with it: it’s jersey. AKA stretchy t-shirt fabric. Which means a) how in hell is that neckline staying in place without stretching? wire? and b) one wash and alllll those lovely pleats are going to look like spaghetti.


Trill spots got nothin’ on me

I believe this is the first time we’ve seen a Cardassian with exposed skin below the neck! The forehead divot is repeated on the sternum, and the scaley texture goes down into the cleavage. I… okay. Jersey would not be my choice if my body was ridgy.

(Note: this screencap is from halfway through the show or so, and the pleats are already starting to lose containment.)


These boots were made for REVOLUTION

Just a quick shot of Natima’s high-heeled ankle boots. As with everyone else in this universe, her shoes match her stockings match her dress. If I were on the run from an oppressive military regime, I *might* select shoes I could actually RUN in. They’re cute, though.


What ties up hair, alone or in pairs, and makes Cardassians frown?

Her hair looks amazing, especially considering it’s done with spooled wire and knitting needles. The first time she turned around on the stairs she almost whacked the shit out of Quark with it. Everyone knows it’s Slinky!


Are you pondering what I’m pondering?

We segue from Natima to her students (or “students”, I could never tell if that was meant to be the truth or a cover story), Hogue and Rekelen.

Rekelen’s dress is along the same style lines as Natima’s, with the pseudo-shrug layer (although hers might actually be a real shrug.) I can’t tell if the stretch-velvet sleeves are attached (in which case velvet + linen is kind of a weird fabric choice) or if they’re separate arm warmers (I have some purple ones like that).

Hogue seems to be in a suit made of torn crochet over more linen. A sign of solidarity with Bajor, maybe?


I think so, Brain, but you’re not actually *from* Nantucket

On closer inspection, Rekelen’s shrug is some kind of brocade or tone-on-tone embroidered satin. Making the combination that much weirder. It kinda works, though. Hogue’s torn crochet sleeves lead to a torso covered with some kind of knit apron without straps, like he’s auditioning for Iron Chef Bajor.


I’m joining the rebellion ‘cause I know it’s my chance
To socially advance instead of sewin’ some pants


We’ve seen this outfit on Garak before, but this is a nice shot of the structured design detail on the front.

In the background, Garak seems to be selling an I Ching suit.


To the revolution!

We close with a shot of everyone’s hemlines. Garak and Hogue have your basic slacks, although Hogue’s got some stompy Herman Munster looking shoes there. Quark’s got your classic Bajoran stretch-pants-tucked-in-ankle-boots look. Natima’s got a handkerchief hemline to show off those granny boots. Rekelen surprises me by having not a dress but a split tunic over leggings (velvet again; maybe what’s under there is an orange velvet unitard.) And what appear to be Nog’s funky boots from a few episodes back. We have a winner!


That’s it for now. May all your fashion endeavors be profitable!