i really like working with the striped ones

Meanwhile, Molly

(Or: More Things That People Think Make Sherlock Canonically Straight But They Really Really Don’t)

Allow me to address one more incredibly beautiful part of Sherlock (and then I’ll stop overusing the word “beautiful”, sorry, I just loved series four): Let’s talk about what is the point of Molly Hooper.

I’ve always sympathised with Molly, but I admit that from a literary point of view, I didn’t quite get her. If she was a love interest for Sherlock, why would the story not revolve more around her? But if she wasn’t a love interest, where was her character going? Why was she there in the first place? It didn’t feel Moffat-y sound. (And yes, I just made that expression up.) 

But looking back on all four series, the intention of Molly’s character actually becomes pretty clear. In a nutshell: At any given moment of the show, Molly is an indicator of John Watson’s feelings towards Sherlock. (No really, let me show you.) 

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Little Sour Hearts

this would be the Holster/Esther Shapiro 6k Valentine’s Fic literally no one asked for. enjoy <3


Valentine’s Day 2013 – Freshman Year

Holster doesn’t believe in Valentine’s Day. It’s some Hallmark Holiday based on a Christian saint of some sort, and it’s an excuse to be sickeningly sweet with someone you love, and a good day to have just dumped your significant other the night before so you can go to the single’s bars and get wasted. For Holster, it’s always been a day to gorge on chocolate. It always was in Juniors and he doesn’t see any reason to change now that he’s in college.

“What are you doing for Valentine’s Day, bro?” Ransom asks, buttoning one of his nice shirts and holding up a couple different ties to judge their relative colour.

“Being bitter,” Holster says. “What are you doing?”

“Girl from my bio class,” Ransom replies.

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Get to know me

I’ve been tagged by @aplevi (Thanks, I love you!)

Rules: Tag blogs you want to get know better.

Nickname: Hajimama, duh ;P

Zodiac Sign: Pisces

Height: 165 cm

Last thing You Googled: ‘Tarte flambeé’ (Because I was super sure it got it’s name from a place for whatever reason)

Favorite Music Artist: Hard to tell… Probably Placebo

Song Stuck In Your Head: None, for once! 

Last Movie You Watched: Phantom of the opera (I didn’t like it but @assistent-official made me watch it)

What Are You Wearing Right Now: Oh that’s kinky ;) Ripped jeans, a grey hoodie and a black muscle-shirt

Why Did You Choose Your URL: Because shitposting is funnier with an important sounding URL lol

Do You Have Any Other Blogs: Well, I fucked up and this is only a sideblog so….

What Did Your Last Relationship Teach You: T.A.L.K!

Religious or Spiritual: I’m not really feeling religion for myself, but I’m kinda interested in them from an outsider POV, I guess I’m a tiny bit spiritual, like I kinda believe in something like ‘What goes around comes around’ and ghost stuff sounds pretty fine to me too, so does reincarnation, but then again I’m still skeptical of those. 

Favorite Color: Orange, Blue and Pink!

Average Hours of Sleep: 8-12

Lucky Number: Don’t really have one, I hate numbers tbh lol

Favorite Character: Wiccan, because I feel him on a deeper level, I too, am otherworldy, depressed and gay as fuck

How Many Blankets Do You Sleep With: two, because assistant hogs the warm blanket :’D

Dream Job: Working at a helpdesk for queer folks

I tag everyone wearing a striped shirt when they see this!

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Hive Inspection April 19th

We’ve had a lot of rain this week and I was afraid the girls might be a little feisty from being cooped up but both hives were super calm. Didn’t even put on my gloves today. Short inspection though because I’ll have a lot to do tomorrow.

The SSBee Normandy is looking great. I didn’t see Shepard last week but found her today (with the green dot). It’s my first really good look at her since it was dusk when I installed her and when let her out. She looks a lot like Hudders did, not much striping on her abdomen. They’ll probably need a third box next week. They are working like crazy in there and she’s laying a lot of eggs.

Not much to do in 221Bee since there’s no queen to check for. I put in some beetle traps so I just unstacked everything and put it back. I pulled one frame to show how the honey is coming along.

Tomorrow I’ll requeen 221Bee and cut out the capped queen cells so they are going to be pretty upset with me for messing around with stuff. New package comes tomorrow as well for the Hive with No Name. Because of the weather I haven’t been able to paint so it might be nameless and themeless for a while.

sonador-reveur  asked:

Hola❤ Honeybee, Stinger and Stripes, please ? ~(^_^)~

Honeybee: What is one thing that you hope happens in 2017?

I really hope that I am able to successfully pull together the novella I am working on for my thesis! The pressure to make it very traditionally literary is high, which is a little bit stressful. 

Stinger: Describe your day in 10 words.

Woke up with energy, feeling hopeful, my makeup is perfect!

Stripes: How have you inspired someone?

I like to think I inspire people to be kind and to be creative sometimes, but I’m not sure if I pull it off!

Two colored Scarf Tutorial

Hey so if you want to cosplay characters like Roxy Lalonde, Eridan Ampora, Trickster!Roxy, Erisolsprite or any other one with a two colored striped scarf this could be useful for you. 

I’m going to show you how I made my Roxy Lalonde scarf but this will work for all of the above characters, just choose fabrics and their colors appropriateley.

So if this applies to you or you just like diy’s or are curious how I made this then read on :D

This is how mine looks:

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Happy autistic pride day everybody! Here’s my favourite stim toys:

1:Two thinking putty tins, one with a plastic octopus in it

2:My squid spinner ring from @stimtastic

3:All 8 of my tangles, my favourite ones are the tangle relax, and the black one because it moves really smoothly

4:These gel mattress samples, they’re really nice for squishing

5:Metal vortex puzzle, I’ve memorized how to solve it so it’s a nice repetitive stim, it works really well to prevent meltdowns

6:My favourite stones from my collection. There’s a striped green rock I found by a river, some malachite, Quartz, serpentine, goldstone, two oblong rocks that are nice to roll around in my palm, and a polished stone that I can’t identify.

Mikhail Kolyada, Rostelecom Cup 2015 (Short Program)

The absolute cutest and brightest.

The two sides of the shirt going different directions with stripes is um, interesting? Actually, it’s kind of working for me, though I can’t explain why. It is zany clown-wear, but Mikhail is really good at playing a clown type! And indeed, this is the same short he’s using this season. 

I like the blue version better, but this one has its undeniable charms. 

Grade: A

Rules: Reblog with your answers (and the rules, please) and tag 10 other blogs (or however many you’d like) whose answers you want to hear. That’s it!

Was tagged by: the wonderful alex @queerlyalex thanks!!! :))

Time Where You Are Now: 8:45 pm

Last Thing You Watched On TV: some kids’ competition on food network because my mom has it on

Favorite Color: blue, black, purple

Favorite Ice Cream Flavor: hmmm probably cookie dough?? but i like all ice cream

What You Ate For Dinner Tonight: mcdonald’s french fries lol

What You’re Currently Wearing: the striped sweater i wore to work today and my sweatpants i’m gonna sleep in

Favorite Movie Character: oh boy it used to be jack sparrow but johnny depp ruined it :/ so now it’s probably mia toretto on fast and furious?? idk i don’t really limit myself to One Favorite of anything sooooo

Top Places To Visit On Your Bucket List: i don’t much care about seeing things, but i’d like to go to lots and lots of concerts if i had money to

Harry Potter House: hufflepuff

If You Read FanFic, Last One You Read: i have the distinct privilege of beta-ing for @nothanksweregood for her wolfpack au, so the most recent installment of that!!! (shameless plug: GO READ HER STUFF)

Favorite Sleeping Position: on my back so the skeletons don’t sneak up behind me

If You Could Instantly Teleport Yourself Anywhere Right Now: an alternate universe where i don’t have to go to work every day and can just Breathe for a single dang second

Tag You’re It: @reigndownanddestroy @nothanksweregood @sleepymouses @1drathernot @popunktommo @gentleantics @carlyraejepsun @napoleon-ln-rags sorry if any of u have been tagged in this already………and no pressure to do it even if you haven’t :))))

not based on any of my meta, but it had to be done.

surprisingly enough, i actually like this one. a lot. 

Hank’s head comes up when there’s a solid rap on the frame of his doorway. The wood is fading out, in desperate need of a paint job or even to be ripped out and replaced after so many years, but he’s fond of the wear. It’s late, the team’s gone home, and he isn’t expecting anyone but there’s a familiar face waiting for his approval to enter. 

Genuine fondness warms Voight as he gets to his feet, old joints creaking. “Halstead, come in. It’s been a while.”

Jay grins, easy and familiar as he enters, looking more comfortable in his skin than the aging sergeant ever remembers. “Yes, sir. We’ve been busy down at the 15th with this new narcotics ring making its name.”

Their handshake is firm and Hank feels the history between them in it. Halstead’s come into his own and he couldn’t be more proud. 

He resettles into his faithful desk chair that Burgess has been after him to replace in the last few months as the younger man takes one of the seats in front of his desk. “I’ve heard about it. You’re doing good work, son. How’re you liking the stripes?”

Halstead tries to cover his pride by ducking his head, but there’s no disguising that grin over the recognition of his accomplishments. “It’s really good, Sarge. I admit to missing the team here, but it’s been really good, running my own unit.”

Hank nods, watching his former subordinate, utilizing abilities honed over decades to root out the reason for the way Jay shifts every short while.

“That’s good to hear, Halstead. I get asked about you a lot by the team–they’ll be glad to know you’re doing well over there. But you’re not here on a social call.” 

“No, I’m not.” Jay hesitates, watching Voight for a long minute before finding his resolve and firming his jaw. “I’d like to talk to you about your daughter.”

It’s been almost seven years since Antonio walked into Voight’s intelligence unit with Jay Halstead from vice in tow, and five since Voight knew this conversation would occur someday. He is motionless for a beat before letting out a quiet breath, nodding and feeling every one of his five decades in that moment. “Go ahead, Jay.”

“I’d like your permission to ask Erin to marry me, sir.”

Hank deliberates his words, like he does for Erin every time she comes to him, needing reassurance that he doesn’t regret taking her in. After all this time, Jay deserves that and more from him.

Finally, he clears his throat, trying to rid himself of the sudden tightness there. “Nothing would make me prouder, Jay.”

An Article about Sapeurs (LONG POST)

Lately I’ve been fascinated by a unique group of African men called the Sapeurs. These black dandies are working-class men from the Congo who, for a variety of reasons, love to dress up regularly in their best outfits. 

The biggest rule of Sapeur style is that no outfit can have more than three colors or tones. This hails back to the days of early French colonialism that had similar rules regarding how dandies were to dress. I love the effect this has in their overall look. Every outfit pops and works in an amazingly coordinated way. 

Sapeur style also seems to lean towards solids and basic patterns, usually large ones like windowpane and stripes. I like the way that emphasizes the colors in the overall look.

What the Sapeurs’ style is really all about is more than just nice clothes. The culture comes from dandyism, a style that has existed for many, many years as a reflection of elegance and poise. Middle-class men in particular have been dandies, as they turn to the fashion to both hide their less-than noble family history and to reflect an inner tranquility. The Sapeurs’ way of life is that of non-violence, politeness, and elegance in all actions. Their group is also political; Sapeurs wish to end the sterotype of a poor, ragged, and ugly Africa. They call this SAPE, which means the Society for the Advancement of Elegant People, and these men are definitely that.

While the Sapeur culture is mostly male-dominated there are some women who are on the scene. While I am not equipped to comment on women’s fashion, I really like the look the woman in the middle of this picture pulls off, even if it reminds me of disco.

Unusual accessories in Sapeur fashion are pipes and cigars. These pieces are never lit, but rather are used to complete the neo-Victorian look Sapeurs love. 

In a nation that is constantly plagued by war, famine, and strife, the Sapeurs bring a ray of hope and joy to the people of their communities. Sapeurs are often asked to attend weddings and other special events so that a further touch of class and royalty is added to what are otherwise fairly plain celebrations. 

The SAPE began as early as 1920, during the final days of French colonization. Sapeurs usually pass down their love of style and grace to their children, who do the same. The man in this photo is a second-generation Sapeur, whose son is also apart of the SAPE. He says that one day his grandsons will also be in the SAPE.

What is beautiful to me about the Sapeurs is that they represent hope in the Congo. They show me how even in poverty and difficult times people are able to find a way to express themselves and their individuality. To me, that’s what wearing good clothes is all about.

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Some more variations of that tiger and magpie tattoo for pieofthelord– sorry it took me so long! (TT︿TT)

My favourite is the first one! <3 The tiger’s head turned out really well, and they fit together and flow in a nice shape that I like.

The second one is more what you asked for. The magpie appears to have authority over the tiger, whereas in the other two, they appear to be near equal partners.

The third one is them attacking together! And it makes the pair seem more like they are working together rather than just existing together. But it sort of looks like a football logo…

I hope you like something here! Feel free to edit them; mix and match animals; add colour; remove stripes; whatever; until you get something you’re satisfied with. Enjoy!

In Stitches

Because this picture by invisibleinnocence is so damn good. Mention of sutures/needles, if that makes anyone uncomfortable.


“Ow.”

Cassandra grits her teeth. The curving suture needle passes through split flesh. Varric flinches.

“Who taught you to sew?” he asks.

His voice, despite the attempt at brashness, wavers. Cassandra watches him glance at the needle and the thread protruding from his skin, and blanch. So much as it is possible for him to lose any more colour. Varric’s face is milk-white. His bloodless lips press into a tense line. Cassandra pulls as gently as she can, teasing the thread through and tightening the suture. Varric doesn’t breathe at all. Cassandra finishes the suture, cuts the thread, and moves on to the next one.

“All Seekers learn to suture a wound,” Cassandra says. Varric’s arm trembles beneath her hands. “We must be prepared for anything.”

“The whole in the sky took you by surprise,” Varric points out. There’s no bite at all to the words. He sounds faint instead.

Cassandra jabs the needle through again, watching sundered flesh draw closed. Uneven sutures march up Varric’s arm like drunken ants. He will have more scars, to add onto his existing ones. Fine lines stripe Varric’s skin. She can even see scars peeking through the dense cover of his chest hair.

“We must be prepared for anything, within reason,” Cassandra amends.

She snips the thread, and Varric flinches again. He darts a look at her work, and frowns.

“Maker’s ass, Seeker. ‘S a hack job,” he says. “Don’t know what I expected.”

That last bit comes out in a tone that she really doesn’t appreciate. Cassandra’s whole face corrugates.

“Perhaps next time you will be more careful,” she bites out.

Whatever Varric was going to say, he shuts his mouth instead as Cassandra starts in on another suture. His face has a waxen, greenish cast to it.

“Your bedside manner is shit,” Varric observes.

Cassandra focuses on the next suture. She is close to finishing, and then she can leave Varric to lick his wounds in peace.

“You are not in a bed,” she says.

Varric clears a laugh from his throat. “Suggesting you’d be nicer to me if I was?”

Soft heat steals up Cassandra’s face.

“I am suggesting no such thing, dwarf,” she says.

Sweat beads at Varric’s temples.

Cassandra finishes the last suture. All that’s left is to apply a light bandage, and send Varric on his way. Before the numbing agent wears off. Before the pastiness of his skin can pull at her heartstrings.

Her fingers linger on Varric’s abused shoulder. A pair of long slash marks stripe his back, silvery in the fading light.

Cassandra sighs.

“Come then, it is done,” she says. Her fingers shake as she tidies her instruments. “Try not to move it overmuch.”

Varric moves to shrug his shirt back on, and hisses. Cassandra raises her eyes to the Maker. He is testing her, clearly.

“Usually women take my shirt off,” Varric jokes. His smile is crooked.

Cassandra snorts.

“Then you will have a good story for the next woman,” she says.

Varric sways in his seat, his eyes heavy lidded. With great effort, he raises his head and offers her a limp smile.

“Hey Seeker, wanna see my scars?” he says. “So no shit, there we were…”

I was recently diagnosed with vitiligo

Hi Tumblr! My name is John Paul Brammer. You might know me from these photos of a cat sitting on my butt.

Or you might know me from my writing. But whether you know me or not, I wanted to write something on here about a recent discovery I made about myself: I have vitiligo, a condition where cells that produce melanin die or stop functioning, creating whitish patches on the skin.

I want to reach out so that I might share my story, connect with others on Tumblr who understand this condition, and, perhaps more ambitiously, bring a little more awareness to this issue.

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re-uploading these in a photo post because that text post was messing up my blog layout and it was really annoying me. I had to shorten the loops slightly because of tumblr’s gif restrictions but happily it seems to work now.

some witch-themed bits of animation i did like 1 and a half years ago and thought i’d dust off. I gave ‘em new backgrounds and limited the colours, hopefully it doesn’t hurt your peepers too much.

one of the things i wanna do some day is make a sidescrolling shoot-em-up (like R-type) and make it look like this. just fill it with the most bizarre dynamite heady shit and make it really painful to look at.

Good Humor - 4

PART 1PART 2 - PART 3 - PART 5

a/n: shout out to @frecklefaceb@beautifulramblingbrains@metalmox736@liveandbreathgeek@felywrites@notjaicourtney

Im always like what should i put warnings for? like there is a 100% chance that something i write includes something inappropriate 

Captain Boomerang X OFC // Suicide Squad

Word count: 2,700 even

4. Slumber Party

Waking up everything hurt.

The worst was my foot. I could feel the dull throbbing as I laid there was my eyes closed. It matched the throbbing in my head. I groaned, clamping my hands over my eyelids as I rolled over in the bed, the sheeting pulling tight around me. I hissed as the cloth brushed against my toes, my eyes shooting open from the pain. I found myself face to face with her royal highness, Queen Snugglepuss.

“Oh gross,” I mumbled, pulling my face back. I sat up and looked around realizing I was curled up in bed sheets and not on the couch. Had I really slept here? Did he sleep here? Peeking under the sheets I found I was still wearing my underwear …and a vomit stained t-shirt.

“Oh groooss,” I reiterated to myself as I swung my legs over the side of the bed, sitting up right. I held the front of the shirt out at arm’s length as I gently stood up, hobbling to the bathroom. Once I had the door closed I pulled the cotton shirt over my head and tossed it to the side.

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I didn’t lose any truly substantial weight (20lbs off of a now 325lb body) . I also lost nothing in these images as you can see they are taken on the same day…but I betcha some people’s progress images are done this way to make you think I did.
I think many women I have seen who post their progress pictures do the second image to hide the reality of the first image and it’s damaging to people who want to accomplish the same goals because they feel like they will never be as “attractive ”.
The first image is what I call my goblin king (ref to the first hobbit film) and it’s loose fat that happens when you have loose skin. It’s a stage of weight loss that everyone seems to hide! Yeah it’s still full of that squishy gross stuff but now its floppy and squishier than before! That’s a sign of progress!!!!
The only way to get loose skin is to lose some of the fat filling it up and don’t be ashamed of your wivbly wobbly spots because, like the tiger stripes/stretch marks, they are also a sign of the effort and work you are putting forth . I’m not saying everyone show their worst side, but as someone with a an uncommon body type I would really like to know and let people know that this is really normal when you are in the first stages of weight loss!!
Keep doing you!
(if you were one of the people who post images like this but don’t have this loose fat issue, please don’t come to my inbox, I’m not talking about you ❤️)

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“Thank you for being such a dear friend.”

Edit: Hooray I finished! I had found this weird blank square panel hidden in one of my art supply drawers. A really nice panel, but then I remembered why I never worked on it before. I hate square compositions, they are incredibly easy for me to screw up. So I made the preliminary sketch to get an idea of what I wanted it to look like and I think it turned out okay. With minor changes of course, tilted his head a bit, made the butterfly knife have its stripe more visible, and then made the backdrop red a lot brighter (which was a BITCH to get consistent). Anyway, I so rarely get to paint for myself, or at least do paintings that aren’t work related. So I am planning on doing the whole team as a polyptych, but I just don’t feel motivated to get that done anytime soon.

So here’s the deal, if I get 175 notes on this post, I’ll take that to mean people are actually interested and I will immediately set to work on the next panel and strive to complete it in my free time. Hell, I’ll even let you guys vote on which merc I do next by either replying or messaging your pick.

If not, it’s not a big deal. I’ll just do more whenever the urge strikes.

outerlace  asked:

My friend and I really want to cosplay your Yokai AU for Kyoutani and Yahaba and we wanted to know first and for most, if that would be okay? And secondly, if you could give us any more info on them in the AU? :')

Yes, ofc it’s okay!!! (♡´艸`) ♥♥♥

They work guiding guests at Shirabu’s temple (and they also live there). Their clothes change depending on what they are doing but they are usually seen wearing the white one (kyoutani’s looks like Haku from Spirited Away).

  1.  what they wear in days off: Yahaba’s is a dark green kimono with vertical striped and black collar, a black obi and a darker haori. Kyoutani’s is a navy blue jinbei. They both use simple zori sandals;
  2. when helping at the temple: Yahaba wears the most commonly seen priest attire with white kimono and light blue hakama. Kyoutani’s is purple (sometimes he wears a nobakama instead of hakama);
  3. on festivals and special events: it’s the same as the usual temple uniform but with a fancy hakama on top;
  4. on ceremonies/guardian attire: it has the same simple priest attire as base and them a dark hakama on top. The top light blue gown goes over everything and is tied at the waist with a red ribbon. The sleeves are very long so they use a red rope with tassels at the end as a tasuki. Yahaba’s mask is a bird mask (since he’s a yosuzume) and kyoutani’s is a dog mask (cause he’s an okuriinu).