i need to edit this later

So I saw the edit of Benedict Cumberbatch shirtless and in tight leather pants and this AU came to mind. I'm 98% sure this will be used later in the case against me to prove that I have fallen down the Adlock Rabbit Hole and have issues that need sorting out, but here you go.

Sherlock Holmes, a once promising classical violinist prodigy, is the found and leader singer/guitarist of the very popular rock band the Baskerville Hounds. Known for writing his own hit songs, he’s also a alcoholic, notorious drug user who’s in and out of rehab every other year and a self-professed sex-addict. But after a slump of a year, his manager, Greg Lestrade, and his label, St. Barts, drop him, in enters Irene Adler. Manager, psychologist, and lawyer, she’s known for her cut-throat tactics, she offers her services to the band and almost instantly rejected by Sherlock and sent away. Then chaos happens. The other founding member of the Baskerville Hounds, James Moriarty (who left to start hiss own band), sues Sherlock​ and claims that the three most popular songs Sherlock claimed to be his, actually belong to James and that Sherlock stole them. The band takes a secret vote and without Sherlock’s knowledge, agrees to hire Irene for damage control. He hates her at first, but she does her job surprisingly well and within a month, the lawsuit is dismissed and the Basker Hounds have a new label and their first concert after almost a year. From then on, life seems to be going great. Sherlock’s clean, the band is flourishing and there seems to be no stopping the Baskerville Hounds. But as their popularity grows, so do old habits. As the groupies come back, Sherlock’s sex addiction does too (he tries to hook up with Irene a few times) and with that, he slides back into his drug habits. The band has a meeting and they decide​ that Baskerville Hounds won’t survive with Sherlock and he ends up getting kicked out of the band. That night he overdoses and is found by new band frontman, John Watson and Irene Adler.

A year later, Sherlock’s being picked up from rehab by Irene who fills him up on what he missed since he left. The band broke up a few months ago and John married a former Baskerville Hounds groupie named Mary and has become a country singer. Greg retired and is sailing the world on his yacht with the EMT, a girl named Molly, that he met the night Sherlock overdosed. Bill Wiggins moved to Iceland and became a sheep herder with Henry Knight. As for her, she was managed Jim Moriarty’s band A Good Old-Fashioned Villain for awhile and had an on-off again relationship with him before the band split up due to lawsuits. They talk as she drives him home where his brother is waiting. Mycroft explains that he’s hired Irene to keep an eye on Sherlock to make sure he stays clean before heading off to leave the two to hash things out. It’s weird at first but Sherlock’s so done with being angry that he begrudgingly accepts it. They fall into a routine of bickering, flirting and petty spats and when the newly appointed housekeeper Mrs. Hudson sees them, she thinks them married. John and Mary visit frequently before moving into the place as it’s far too big for just Irene and Sherlock

Then John goes on a small tour and Mary goes with him and Irene and Sherlock are left alone again. It’s then their relationship escalates one night and they begin a romantic one with chaste kisses and light touches. The pressure builds up as the days go on until the two can’t take it and he has her in the living room. From then on, they have an active sex life and lose track of time. Sherlock goes back to the violin and writing songs for other bands and Irene takes care of the finances and contracts. They don’t even realise John and Mary come back until they walk in on Irene and Sherlock in the pool; though John’s reaction is ‘about bloody time!’.

The end takes place almost a decade later where the Baskerville Hounds have a reunion concert and in the front row, are their wives and kids.


anonymous asked:

Hey Alice, this may not make sense, but I've been wondering if, when ur writing, you sort of think about each sentence or try writing each sentence and then think 'yes this is the perfect way of saying what i'm trying to say' before you move on, or whether you sort of give it a go and think that's good enough until editing later? i'm having a bit of trouble moving on without it being 'right' or w/e. I love your books btw, they're peak contemporary ya realism to me and exactly what I love abt ya

Hmm…. I don’t think i super overthink every single sentence, but I do write very slowly and edit a lot as I go along. There’s nothing wrong with wanting it to be perfect first time, and editing it a lot as you go along, but you need to KNOW that you can NEVER write a perfect book in the first draft. It just doesn’t happen. For anyone. It’s literally impossible. You are always going to have to go back and edit it. So try not to overthink it so much that it prevents you from moving on!

anonymous asked:

146 and 147 with Tyler

You sighed out as you had gotten zero hours of sleep in the past night. Walking into the office you were quiet as you quickly got to work. Your eyes burned and you felt groggy but still you continued working. It was just you and Tyler at the moment as he had some stuff to do and you were editing. Everyone else would be there way later. He walked in and noticed the hazy look in your eyes and the continuous efforts to keep your head from hitting the desk. “(N/N)?” He spoke gently and nudged you. “Are you okay?” He asked “I’m fine.” You mumbled out and tried to look less tired. “(Y/N) you didn’t sleep did you?” Tyler spoke looking slightly angry and also worried. You shook your head yes and he rolled his eyes. “(Y/N) you know that you need to get sleep, eat at regular times, and hydrate. You never do those things correctly.” He spoke arms crossed liking a parent scolding their child. “I can take care of myself just fine.” You replied with a angry expression. “Yeah because getting no sleep is taking great care of yourself.” He replied “alright come on let’s go.” He spoke as he pulled you to your feet. “What where?” You questioned “you are going to sleep on the bean bags in the recording room for a few hours.” He replied as he dragged you along. “What no way I got shit to do!” You exclaimed and tried to wiggle out of his hold. “Nope I’ll get Ethan or Kathryn to handle it, right now you and I are going into the recording room.” He said “and I’m staying there to make sure you actually get some sleep,” He continued “because I know you won’t if you’re alone.” You sighed and walked with him. Giving in and laying down. As soon as you did your eyes began to close shut and you feel asleep. Tyler stayed by you working on his laptop making sure you got rest.


eternal mood (inspired by this textpost


Bellamy Blake Appreciation Week Day 5: Favorite Parallel

Reasons an FP/anyone may not have replied to you yet

I know that a lot of us with BPD- and other disorders such as anxiety, DPD, paranoia etc- can get really worried when those we care about don’t reply- or anyone! We worry they hate us, are angry, are leaving us, are hurt. So, here’s a list of possible reasons why they may not be replying that aren’t those! 

  • They’re asleep. This is kinda subjective to the time they’re in, but this included naps! Sometimes people fall asleep suddenly, or fall asleep before your reply
  • They’re busy. They made need to focus on something, or not be allowed on their phone. Or, they want to save their reply to you for when they can put their full attention on you and give a proper reply
  • They’re unsure how to reply yet. sometimes people need time to think of how to reply, and want to give a proper one
  • They don’t feel like talking to anyone right now. It’s not that they don’t wanna talk to you specifically- they may just be socially drained or want to focus on themselves! 
  • They’re not in a mental place where they can reply to you. This includes perhaps they’re dissociating, or can’t think straight to reply 
  • Their phone is dead. Plain and simple
  • Their wifi dropped. Same again 
  • They’re taking pleasure time. Video games, reading anything. Sometimes people need time to relax- it doesn’t mean that they don’t enjoy talking to you, they just wanna fully immerse themselves in their activity.
  • They’re interacting with someone/in a situation where it’s not appropriate to use their phone. Maybe at dinner, church, a lesson, anything
  • They suddenly have to deal with something urgent.
  • They forgot. I know this one is scary/hurts- but it doesn’t mean you’re not important to them! Maybe they saw your message whilst busy, thought they need to reply later, then forgot. Some people also have memory issues that mean they forget to reply to things.
  • They’re not logged into what you talk in. This goes esp for facebook/tumblr
  • They havn’t got your message. This can be for lots of reasons! Bad connection, app is broken, phone is slow, anything like that

salvainterra  asked:

i love mob so much please for the love of god tell me about ur feelings on 100% ecstasy

OH BOY WILL I !!! ABSOLUTELY 100% (pun unintended but warmly embraced) 

out of all the 100% events, ecstasy is my favorite. the drama… the tragedy… will fiction EVER peak like this again? i don’t think so. but BEFORE I DELVE INTO ALL OF THAT, there’s something i want to talk about first: mob’s psychic powers as an expression of his emotions. 

we all know that mob suppresses his emotions to avoid outbursts of psychic power. but THAT implies that mob’s psychic power is a form of self expression, in the same way that body language is expression. 

he can direct his psychic powers – the same way we can direct our bodies’ actions – but there are other components that are difficult to stop, similar to how people’s shoulders tend to hunch when they’re angry or upset, how they subconsciously cross their arms and direct their feet away when something is making them uncomfortable, etc. 

unless you know about these bits of body language, and make a deliberate attempt to suppress them, it’s difficult to stop your body from revealing something about your emotions. similarly, one function of mob’s psychic power is as an extension of the way he expresses himself. these things happen subconsciously and mostly without mob’s control. 

for example, one of the trademarks of mob’s 100% events is that mob starts releasing waves of psychic power that push his hair back. other side effects include cracking the ground under him, often to dramatic effect.

mob doesn’t push his hair up on purpose, it’s just something that happens – as a result of him releasing his pent-up emotions in the form of psychic power. these little bits of expression aren’t something he can control.

mob also says something REALLY INTERESTING in his first 100% event:

during 100% rage mob uses his psychic powers to fight dimple, yes, but these lines suggest that his outburst of power happened because he finally had to express his anger. and that implies that, in order to show his emotions, and express himself, mob has to use his psychic powers. 

which is something he almost never allows himself to do. 

never forget the disdain / loathing mob had for himself at the beginning of the manga, and how convinced he was that he couldn’t allow himself to express himself OTHERWISE SOMETHING LIKE THIS WOULD HAPPEN. 

further material to consider: the lines that he said right before his 100% animosity / hostility event 


at this point, mob hasn’t taken any action against koyama yet. his outburst of psychic power, radiating outward and blanketing the area, is not doing anything but expressing his hostility – to the extent that mob expects koyama to be able to feel it. 

in addition to that, during mob’s fight with toichirou, he cycles rapidly through a LOT of emotions, and this is what he says about it:

canon suggests that it’s not just a buildup of of emotions that cause his powers to run amok; allowing his powers to run amok also allows himself to feel the full intensity of his emotions. his psychic powers are key to expressing himself.

I COULD GO ON… but i’ll just leave things here for now. to summarize: mob subconsciously uses his psychic powers to express his emotions, which is why suppressing his emotions also suppresses his psychic powers. 

figure 1: a helpful venn diagram of things 


the fight against toichirou is possibly the first time mob has been able to fully utilize his psychic powers. the first time he’s had to, even. all the unconscious limits he’s put on himself – not allowing his psychic power to go free, stifling his emotions and powers – all come undone. 

mob is allowing himself to be himself, wholly and fully. he’s removed his inhibitions. he’s running wild and free. he’s no longer expending energy trying to regulate his psychic powers – he’s allowing himself to feel. this intensity of emotion and action is something mob has never given himself before, and the freedom of it… feels good. incredibly so. he feels free, he feels alive, and toichirou – the only individual to ever stand on a level close to mob’s – understands perfectly. 

this is a level of joy mob has never felt before. 

the release of his psychic power even comes hand in hand with mob’s body language becoming much freer and more expressive than it is in daily life. look at him go!! mob, for the first time in years… letting himself feel the intensity of his emotions, just as they really are.  

but of course his happiness isn’t going to last 

because mob wants to be a part of society, and he thinks he has to keep his psychic powers sequestered away in order to do that. his greatest fear is accidentally hurting the people he loves with his own psychic power, and when he remembers that possibility… 

the tragedy of 100% ecstasy is that – for just a brief moment, mob released himself from his self-imposed limits. for a moment, he let himself really feel, he let himself be, and in that moment he experienced a richness, an intensity, a moment of being so utterly present and alive that it brought himself to heights he’d never reached before. 

 and mob will never willingly allow himself to do that ever again. 


TED: Four chefs, one chance at a ten thousand dollar prize.  They must create an unforgettable meal using the mystery ingredients provided, or they will be chopped.  Let’s meet our contestants.  First, Chef Angela.

ANGELA: I’m Angela, I’m sous chef at Le Snobbe in Omaha Nebraska.  My specialty is Scottish with an Asian twist.  I need to win this so my parents will take me seriously.

TED: Next we have Chef Madagascar.

MADAGASCAR: I run the Shaggoth Catering Company.  My family came over from Kazantzan to build a better life here, but my brothers all died of the plague the second our house foreclosed.  I need the ten thousand dollars to buy my mother a new kidney.

TED: Chef Bill.

BILL: I’m extremely loud and have a broad range of interests that will do nothing to help me in this competition.  Watch me as I punch the camera with my tattooed knuckles that read FOOD.

TED: And finally, Chef Gooseberry.

GOOSEBERRY: I’m Gooseberry, I live in Los Angeles, and I love vegan food to the point where I won’t eat anything that ingests oxygen.  I see so many people eating meat and it *starts crying* just makes me so sad, I have to win this to show them that there’s a better way.

Ted: Chefs, before you there is a basket of ingredients.  You must use all of them, and your dishes will be critiqued by our panel of distinguished chefs on taste, presentation, and creativity.  If you can’t, you will be chopped.  Please open your baskets.  You must construct an appetizer using shank of unicorn, human hair, ground glass, and puffed cheese snacks. You have twenty minutes.

ANGELA: I see the puffed cheese snacks and I immediately think, haggis.  I run to the pantry and grab chickpeas and Sriracha, to give it a little kick.

GOOSEBERRY: Unicorn!  Whyyyyyy is there meeeeeeat!  (cries) Oh well, I’ll just have to suck it up and make it vegan as possible by pan-searing it and dousing it in chicken broth.

MADAGASCAR: I’m so stoked to see ground glass in the basket.  My mom used to cook with this all the time.  It has sort of a crunchy texture, so I’m gonna make pancakes.

(Shot of Bill looking alarmed and confused)

BILL: Guys…none of these are…food…uhh…

BILL: I just have this wad of human hair in my basket and I’m thinking, what the hell am I supposed to do with this?  But I know unicorn has to be soaked to get the glitter off, otherwise it’ll be way too salty and start sprouting little flowers, so I get that soaking and hope the rest will come to me.

JUDGE ALEX: What a great basket!  But I think it will be a real challenge for our chefs.

JUDGE SCOTT: There’s a lot you can do with puffed cheese snacks, but you’d have to be careful their saltiness doesn’t build on the natural saltiness of the unicorn shanks.  I’m so curious to see what they plan to do with the human hair, which in this basket is a mix of Asian, African, and Caucasian strands.

ANGELA: Some of these hairs are Asian, so I use them to tie the ends of my haggis.  I love showing off my specialty.

MADAGASCAR: Not many people would think to cook and eat a unicorn, but in Kazantzan, you take whatever comes your way.  I take the glitter and I put it into a puree for a sauce with vinegar, making sure to chant the ancient evil incantation over it that will keep it from sprouting.  But I’m running out of time, so I may have slurred some of the words together.

(Madagascar starts bleeding from the nose)

JUDGE ALEX: Ohhh, it looks like he’s reversed the S and the Q in “sesustngsnqsutintan.”  That’s the kind of mistake that could cost him some time.  You have to admire his ambition though.

BILL: I get the unicorn into the grill, but I haven’t even touched my hairball yet.  I remember thinking of a prank my big brother played on me once, so I throw the ground glass into the blender with some ice, vodka, and limoncello.

TED: And there is one minute left remaining!

ANGELA: I haven’t even started plating yet, my haggis isn’t done swelling, but I’m thinking, just get it on the plate.

GOOSEBERRY: I have one minute.  I’m gonna make a fresh green salad to represent my vegan lifestyle, and start making a vinaigrette.

TED: FIVE…FOUR…THREE…TWO…ONE…time’s up, please step back.

MADAGASCAR: I look down at my dish, and I’m pretty proud of what I’ve done.  Then I see that there’s nose blood on the plate.  I need that ten thousand dollars.

BILL: I quickly added the hairball as a garnish.

It’s not gross, it’s gormet

GOOSEBERRY: ohhhh nooo I forgot the unicorn shanks, the glass, the hairball, and the Cheetos (TV EDIT, TOTALLY DIFFERENT VOICE) puffed cheese snacks.  All I have is this red onion salad and white truffle dressing.

ANGELA: If I’d just had five more minutes, this would have been a killer cheese and hair haggis.  *shrugs*

TED: Alright chefs, let’s see what you made. Chef Bill.

BILL: I’ve made for you today a cheese-snack encrusted grilled unicorn shank, with a lemon glass slushie.

JUDGE ALEX (sternly): I love this.  You really handled the glitter beautifully, and the limoncello adds a lot of much-needed acidity to the salty flavors.

JUDGE SCOTT: I don’t like it.  There’s hair on my plate and I hate you.

BILL: It…it was one of the ingredients…

TED: Chef Angela.

ANGELA: Before you today we have a cheese snack and ground unicorn haggis, tied with Asian hairs and garnished with a tarragon and glass crumble.

JUDGE ALEX (sternly): The combination is brilliant, the flavors really play off each other well.  But mine is a little cold in the center, and you can see…I have sprouts.

ANGELA: It’s supposed to do that.  I meant to do that.

TED: Chef Madagascar.

MADAGASCAR: Today I’ve made you a unicorn pancake with a glass crust, and a glitter dipping sauce.

JUDGE SCOTT: I’m not getting any of the human hair.

TED: Tell us why you need to win today.

MADAGASCAR: I need to get my mother a new kidney, as we had to sell her good one to pay for my father’s ransom.  He’s okay now, but times have been hard with just one kidney to share between them.

JUDGE ALEX: There’s blood on my plate.  I can’t eat this.

TED: Chef Gooseberry.

GOOSEBERRY: I’ve made a vegan-friendly dish, with the unicorn, cheese snacks, and the hair omitted.  The glass did not make it onto the plate.

JUDGE SCOTT: This is just red onions and white truffle oil.

GOOSEBERRY: That is correct.


GOOSEBERRY (with a black eye, sniffling): Thank you chef.

TED: Now whose dish has been put on the chopping block?


TED (revealing Gooseberry’s dish): Chef Gooseberry, you’ve been chopped.

GOOSEBERRY: I was pretty disappointed to get chopped, but I stand by my work, and I’m proud nobody had to eat meat made by my hand. (leaves down the hallway)

TED: Next up, the entree round. WHO (flash to Madagascar) WILL (flash to Angela) BE (flash to Bill) CHOPPED???!!??


                   Captain America; The Winter Soldier (insp.)



bad habits (for a heartbreaker) (m) pt.1

Words: 18,139.
Genre: Smut, fluff + tattoo (kinda) soulmate au + messy love triangle.
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader, Yoongi x Reader. 
Summary: “The world suddenly feels as if it’s closing in on you, crashing and burning and dragging you along with it, because you can’t be in love and yet you obviously are - and the mere thought is absolutely, undeniably frightening.”
A/N: Inspired by this and this submission and the songs bad habits by the kooks and how to be a heartbreaker by marina and the diamonds.

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Because I love this child and he needs more love, especially his relationship with Yuuri ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

While Phichit is an incredibly friendly lovable cinnamon roll, he won’t stand for anything threatening his best friend Yuuri, even if the threat happens to be someone Yuuri loves. Yuuri clearly adores the Victor he knows now (just as much as he idolized the distant figure in the past), but Phichit won’t forget how much Victor hurt Yuuri in the past, unintentional or not.

I headcanon that on top of being a skilled figure skater, Phichit is an academic genius who skipped grades and entered college in Detroit super early where he met Yuuri, which explains their long acquaintance despite the age difference. He is very, VERY protective of Yuuri. I’ll put up a more detailed headcanon post later (and if there’s interest, possibly prequel comic of pre-YOI anime Detroit college days).

Also, extra:


Trying to evoke different Star Wars villains through the Mortis character, Dave Filoni, at the end of that working experience, of doing those three episodes, he goes “Hey, what do you think about the idea that Darth Maul maybe survived the fall and being cut in half?” Cause there was some rumbling at that time that that had happened. And I’m like “Yeah…I don’t know. That’s a little weird. That’s strange.” And he’s like “Yeah. Anyway, there might be something down the road for you.” And I’m like “What? Like a bounty hunter?” And he’s like “Yeah, maybe.” And then I leave. And I had no idea what he was trying to tell me there at the time. Even though he made it fairly obvious. And then a year later I got a phone call, he calls me up and he goes “Listen, man, I need Darth Maul. Can you do it?” Like any smart actor I did what you must do: I lied.


Sketching out the son—because I’ve suddenly gone into a teenie, tiny art block, but we’ll see how long it lasts. Drawing Prompto usually helps get me out of that rut, but sometimes he doesn’t…Maybe I need to change the pace a bit—watch some good ol’ anime or something LOL Oh well, hope you like the sketches tho! Might add color to them later!