i stayed in this pretty street

so…can we talk about the fact that Mary was a part of John’s subconscious in this ep…and literally the ENTIRE TIME she’s trying to convince him to talk to Sherlock, stay with Sherlock, to go back to Baker Street…John WANTS TO BE WITH SHERLOCK. he just doesn’t want to admit it to himself. 

also…i think the clever Mary in his head drives home the point that John is way cleverer than he believes he is. he’s intelligent, he’s intuitive, he’s capable…and he knows how Sherlock thinks and acts and feels. he knows Sherlock SO WELL. 

pretty damn smart, indeed. 


“I had always heard your entire life flashes in front of your eyes the second before you die. First of all, that one second isn’t a second at all, it stretches on forever, like an ocean of time… For me, it was lying on my back at Boy Scout camp, watching falling stars… And yellow leaves, from the maple trees, that lined our street… Or my grandmother’s hands, and the way her skin seemed like paper… And the first time I saw my cousin Tony’s brand new Firebird… And Janie… And Janie… And… Carolyn. I guess I could be pretty pissed off about what happened to me… but it’s hard to stay mad, when there’s so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I’m seeing it all at once, and it’s too much, my heart fills up like a balloon that’s about to burst… And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain and I can’t feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life… You have no idea what I’m talking about, I’m sure. But don’t worry… you will someday. ”

American Beauty (1999) dir. Sam Mendes

Honestly I dont care how many ridiculous posts go around telling us to stay calm and not lash out, Im pretty fucking angry and my anger is validated. I wont let people believe I’ll passively accept racism and sexism and homophobia and I wont pretend that the third party voters are in some innocent bubble with no responsibility for whats happened and what might happen

I had always heard your entire life flashes in front of your eyes the second before you die. First of all, that one second isn’t a second at all, it stretches on forever, like an ocean of time… For me, it was lying on my back at Boy Scout camp, watching falling stars… And yellow leaves, from the maple trees, that lined my street… Or my grandmother’s hands, and the way her skin seemed like paper… And the first time I saw my cousin Tony’s brand new Firebird. And Janie. And Janie… And… Carolyn. I guess I could be pretty pissed off about what happened to me.but it’s hard to stay mad, when there’s so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I’m seeing it all at once, and it’s too much, my heart fills up like a balloon that’s about to burst… And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain and I can’t feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life… You have no idea what I’m talking about, I’m sure. But don’t worry… you will someday.
—  Alan Ball, American Beauty
When I ran today I passed a yellow house

In another life I would live in a little yellow
house with a darkwood porch
in the corner of a springtime street in Virginia.
I would have stayed with last night’s navy man all night
and forever.

In another life my hair is long
my skin untouched by ink or men
until I fill my red-shuttered house with kids
and learn different satisfaction.
I probably would start eating meat again.

Everything would be warm in my house
except fireflybred nights where there’s chills
in the dark.
Would I still get chills some nights - 

All the backyards in all the smalltowns
won’t stop that.

But life is so pretty in yellow, isn’t it?

Of Shadowy mountains the apocalyptic temptations
Lost in the landscape of a memory and a darkened rose
I roam the narrow streets around you

Tristan Tzara - Volt


•Grunge twenty one pilots lyric headers.

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•Stay street frens |-/

take me to the city. take me through the streets. i wanna stay up too loud and speak too late. i wanna dress in cotton and concrete. 

i spy a lace slip hung brick to brick. an orange sky. a pretty sick.  

pockets full of hotel liquor. candy is dandy but your tongue is quicker. 

bandaids for knees given sidewalk kisses. girls grown loving, grown lively, grown vicious. dark and light and screaming and soft. 

take me to the midnight city. kiss me in the subway. kiss me rough and gritty.

softbaz  asked:

combeferre 🌠

oh my oh my oh MY

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life  ??? What kind of question is this anyways
hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would bang
hogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuff
best quality: A super nerd? Cares about everyone? A babe? The best™?
worst quality: Has to be taken care of, if not, he would get himself killed of starvation and sleep deprivation
ship them with: Courfeyrac, Enjolras, Grantaire, CER. yes 
brotp them with: Grantaire, Jehan, JOLY, Bahorel
needs to stay away from: Roads, museums, the coffee shop across the street (do not mention the coffee shop across the street)
misc. thoughts: Idk, i just love him so much? He is the love of my life? i need to find a real life Combeferre for myself

To All Philadelphia, PA, or nearby, Trans Men:

The Sexploratorium and Passional Boutique

317 South Street, Philadelphia, PA 19147

This store on South Street in Center City sells binders.

  • They are cheaper than many online.
  • You are able to try them on.
  • The store usually has a decent stock.
  • Minors are allowed in without question. (The sexual things are upstairs.)
  • If you are uncomfortable coming to try on a binder during normal hours, you can call and they will work with you to open early or stay open later.  It’s usually pretty empty during the middle of the day, though.

They also sell packers.

I’m not sure if they have any different locations, but it is possible that they do.  Also, they might have some things that could be useful to trans women.

leonacastellanos  asked:

Can you talk about your future handy fics?

Sure. I already talked about it at poetdameron, but here’s a reminder that I’m working on the following: 

  • I Know We Are Cool
    In this one, Haley is living in San Francisco. She took a photography program and turned out to be pretty good, she also got a job at a small modeling agency as a photographer and so she stayed there. Years later, walking in the street, she literally walks into Andy, which makes them spend the entire day together.

    This is like these ideas… Like the movie Before We Go, where the couple spends the entire night together and stuff happens. In this case, it’s an entire afternoon and night. I can asure it has a happy eding.
  • Once
    This is a series of ‘what ifs’ scenarios in which I change major moments of Andy and Haley’s relationship. Instead of telling him she wasn’t talking about anyone in particular, she tells him she has feelings for him and he stays at the wedding. Instead of not telling Haley how he feels, Andy tells her about it when she shows up with the doctor. And so on.
  • 487 Miles, 0.87 Hours
    Which is the distance between California and Utah. In this one, Andy and Haley try a long distance relationship. And it works out.

Additional to these Andy/Haley fics I’m working on, I’m also working on a Phil/Claire one about the time she realized she was pregnant with Haley.

Hump Day!

I had hit the track a few mornings to see how them hoez handle business! Some of them hoez been hustling all night! Shit one walked on the median of the track tryna get that quota and others gathered around BK to take care of the regulars morning wood. I been watching Ms. T so I knew she was good! I saw her and her friend dropped off after I got some croissants and a coffee from BK. As I passed with my window down a little she said “hey baby” and knew today was gonna be the day! I parked down by the freeway to see if she would double back. I ate and sipped my coffee. I flip back on Plainfield because them hoez work that street in the morning for concealment. I saw her and her fine ass friend on side of BK so I hit a left in the lot and swung back around with my window down! Damn the girl is pretty. After scooping her up we went to room she stays after we both verified each other some more. If I would not seen her before I woulda got a room on the beltway. Where Ms. T and her friend stay is no hourly rates its what they call the house. We went in straight to the room. It was very clean and smelled of perfume from when they got ready to start their day. We got but naked and damn Ms. T has a pretty pussy! She rolled the condom on. The head was on point. I was a lil nervous but she eased me. Missionary as I grind with that old man fuck going deep screwing that pussy ! Her voice and hazel eyes made me harder and harder, I can feel the wetness her pussy, then I said shit and bust as she pull me by the waist deeper! Damn most hoez want you to pull out! We chatted and she asked what I thought about her friend, I said “She fine as fuck!” She said “that ass tho! Maybe you can date her next time if you are cool with car dates.” Fuck I said maybe I’ll get yall both next time. She quickly replied that’s cool but I’m not in to females but you still can hit us both and I am not eating pussy! I said I will then she laughed. We traded numbers she gave me a honey bun because she has snacks in her room and I dropped off her at BK ! Time for work!

I was bored, so I searched some Marichat scenarios in RP Generators

And I got:”Marinette and Chat Noir get caught up in a storm and must stay sheltered together until it passes.”



Chat Noir’s hair was wet, the streets were slippery and the rain was very unpleasant.

He definitely couldn’t make it home fast enough to avoid the storm. Even as Chat Noir. 

Dang it, that akuma was too far from home. I guess I should let Natalie know…

He looked around for a place to detransform. The nearest place he found was a restaurant table with an umbrella protecting it.

He ran there, and was about to detransform, when…

He heard quiet squeals. A person.


 The raven haired girl made her way to the table, and sighed when she was finally protected. She looked up to him.

“Chat Noir? What are you doing here?” she asked in confusion.

“Me? since when do you visit this part of the town?”

Marinette looked aside awkwardly. “I was visiting a friend.”

Chat tried to catch her eyes.

“That’s an awfully weird time to visit a friend in, princess.”

She didn’t answer.

“Well…” he started, “I don’t know if you know this, but I came here because of an akuma attack.”

“Akuma attack?” she asked, “in this part of the city?”

He nodded. It was very strange. Previously the akuma attacks happened in a very specific part of the city, and this is the first time the area has changed.

“Weird. Well, i’m sure you and Ladybug are on the case,” she reassured him.

“Yeah…” he murmured. Ladybug is, anyway. She was quick to disappear after the akuma attack, saying something that went along:”I’ll figure out what’s up, see you later!” and he didn’t get the chance to talk to her.

“Is something wrong?” asked Marinette, slightly concerned. 

“Not really,” he said, frowning a bit “it’s just that I can’t seem to find a chance to talk to Ladybug anymore. She’s super busy all the time, and she always disappears and… i’m worried something bad happened to her in her civilian life or she’s stressed. She is the Ladybug after all. I’m sure she has a lot to do.”

Marinette sat quietly. “I’m sure she didn’t mean to get you worried.”

Chat sighed. “That’s her biggest problem. She wouldn’t admit it when she needs help.”

An unpleasant silence stirred between them. It was very cold, and the rain didn’t seem to be stopping anytime soon. Marinette squealed when thunder was heard and was quick to get as close to the center of the umbrella as possible.

“It looks like we’re stuck here,” he said, and Marinette sneezed.

“You’re cold?” he asked, concerned. 

“I mean, in a normal situation I wouldn’t be, but my clothes are soaking wet and a storm is going on, so I guess I am?” she spilled. The stress of the day must be getting to her.

Chat’s face stared intensively at a chair, thinking.

“Close your eyes,” he said eventually. 

“What?” Marinette asked confused. 

“Just do as I say,” he said calmly.

“Okay, I trust you,” she said and closed her eyes.

“Claws in!”

A green light was glowing brightly for a minute, and seconds later Adrien Agreste was standing there, feeling the cold air on his bare skin.

“Wait just a sec,” he said, and pulled out his phone, texting Natalie.

Marinette shivered and Adrien covered her with his jacket.

“Plagg,claws out!” he said, and there stood Chat Noir.

“Better?” he asked.

She smiled and opened her eyes. 

“Much better.”

Bought my Disneyland tickets for my spring break trip in 19 days.  So everything is pretty much set.  Only thing not paid for is shuttle and hotel (shuttle i’ll book soon, hotel I pay after my stay but it is booked).

Getting pretty excited.  Super stoked to see my favorite parade from my childhood, the Main Street Electrical Parade back in its home.  As well as the best fireworks Disney has ever created, which I saw on my first trip in 10 years that was also 10 years ago, the 50th anniversary Remember Dreams Come True show.

Also Food and Wine is going on, so I’m definitely gonna try some weird ass fancy food.

anonymous asked:

Hey! Do you think you can help me out? So I wanna get my haircut/hairstyle like Josh's! But I've been bald all my life so I'm pretty dull on hair names. Do you know what the name of the style/cut he has would be called?

Hey there! I hope you’re having a very dandy day. Josh has a mohawk but it’s kinda wide so it takes up the entire top of his head and his hair is kinda long and wavy. He also dyes his hair using Hayley Williams brand, goodDYEyoung. I hope this helps! If you’re willing to share photos, I want to see picture of the results. It’s a killer look and anyone how can rock a haircut similar to Josh’s has to be pretty cool. Stay street my friend |-/

Originally posted by coffintack

I often find myself here thinking
About the birds, the boats, and past loves that flew away or started sinking
And it’s crazy here without you
I used to think this all was ours
We’d stay up late, debate on how we’d find our way
Say it’s all up in the stars

Some nights I rule the world
With bar lights and pretty girls
But most nights I stay straight and think about my mom
Oh god, I miss her so much

And there are people on the street
They’re coming up to me
They’re telling me that they like what I do now

—  “Stars” - fun.
Didn’t See It Coming

Ahhh, I’ve been saving this request for you as your my favourite author on tumblr, could you write a one shot where the reader is Hotch’s daughter and is dating someone who happens to become an unsub, Spencer notices before anyone else that something isn’t right and goes to visit her, finding her tied and beaten up in her apartment he had tied her up so she couldn’t call for help and has beat her up because she tried to stop him, Spence saves her and stays with her and just fluff, thank you ❤️

I can do this!  This is a pretty loaded prompt, so if enough people want another part I can write the taking care of scene, but there was a lot to pack in to fully flesh out your idea.

Warning though, the scene in which he finds you is described in painful detail.  Here is your one-shot, comin’ ‘atcha!

(Part 2)

Driving in the SUV, Spencer’s eyes whip around all of the streets, refusing to waste the time to cut on his blinker as he ricochets his car to the left, barreling down the road towards your home.

It had been four days since the team first got the case, and Spencer couldn’t help but see you in all of the victims.

“Reid, a lot of women have Y/C/H hair and Y/C/E eyes.  I’m sure that if Hotch felt something was wrong, he would call her and inform her.”

Morgan’s words kept ringing in his ears from the very first day of the case.

You were his boss’s daughter, and it was no secret that you and Spencer got along well.  You were constantly getting coffee and light lunches together, coordinating break times and texting each other to check up during cases that took Spencer away.

Hotch wasn’t a fan of it at first, but Rossi had kept reassuring him that if there was any man that would latch on to you, Spencer was the best one for the job.

And finally, Hotch had relented.

Meaning, the two of you no longer had to feel awkward around your father when he called and you two were together for one reason or another.

But now, after several failed text messages and many calls on Hotch’s part being shot to voicemail, even Aaron began to worry as he started running his hand through his hair.

That was when Hotch had ordered Spencer to go check on her, just to make sure she was alright.

But on the ride there, Spencer’s mind kept whirling.

And the more it spun, the more pieces started falling into place.

“Shit,” he murmurs, fumbling his phone in between his fingers as he hits Hotch’s speed dial number.

“Reid, do you have her?” Hotch answers.

“No, still driving.  Listen, Hotch…our unsub, mid-thirties male with mother issues and problems performing sexually.  Mom has the broad characteristics of the girls being killed, and probably has massive anxiety issues, especially with going out into public, right?”

“I know the profile, Reid,” Hotch bites, “how far out are-”

“Has anyone looked into Y/N’s boyfriend?” Reid asks.

Hotch furrows his brow deep as he opens his mouth, but remains speechless.

Taking the phone from Hotch’s hand, Rossi places Spencer on speakerphone as he cocks an eyebrow at Aaron.

“Reid?” he asks.

“Rossi, tell Garcia to run a full background check on a Robert Morris,” Spencer says.

“How’s that?” Rossi asks.

“Y/N’s boyfriend,” Reid lulls.

“But I thought-”

“I know what you guys thought,” Spencer bites before sighing heavily and hanging another broad right turn, “just do it.”

“Hotch, listen…if Y/N’s still a virgin, she wouldn’t know about his sexual performance issues.  And since she’s a homebody anyway, she wouldn’t know-”

“-about his social anxiety,” Hotch breathes, his face paling as he reaches back for his suit jacket.

“Reid?  Step on it,” Hotch breathes, scurrying out of the bullpen while Morgan places the call to Garcia.

“I’m coming with you,” David says, staying at Hotch’s side as Hotch slowly turns his head towards his friend.

“You can’t let me in that house.  If something’s wrong-”

“I know,” Rossi nods, stepping into the elevator with his friend, “I’ll tackle you to the ground if I have to.”


Pulling up into your driveway, the front door swinging wide open alerts Spencer to danger.

His eyes began to water at the idea that he may have been right.

Pulling his weapon as he slowly approaches the your house, he clears his corners before stepping into the dark house, looking at all of the overturned, broken furniture.

And just before he went to call out your name, Spencer’s phone rang at his hip.

“Shit,” he murmurs, his hand flying to the device as he clicks it silent.

And then?  He heard a groan.

“Y/N?” he calls out, slowly meandering through the open rooms as his eyes take in the scene.

As his eyes settle on a train of blood, he slowly makes his way up the stairs as he tries to calm the shaking in his hands.

“Y/N!?” he calls out a bit louder.

And this time you groaned a bit louder.

Walking slowly down the hallway, clearing the rooms as the blood trail gets thicker and thicker, he swallows hard just as he puts his hand on the cracked door, the hinges creaking and grinding as his eyes widen slowly.

There you sat.  Bound to a chair.  Your legs duct-taped wipe open as a bloody protrusion sits in between your legs, a piece of glass lodged into the top of your thigh as your head lobs forward, tears pouring down your bruised and battered face.

“Oh, my god,” Spencer murmurs, holstering his gun as he rushes towards you, his hands lightly cupping your cheek as he brings your head level to his, your left eye swollen and bruised while the other sits half-open, a gash ricocheting diagonally across your right eye as the imprint of a hand begins to blare itself around your neck.


“Sssshhhh sh sh sh sh,” Spencer says, a tear pouring down his cheek as he begins to work the duct tape off of one of your ankles.


“He’s coming,” Spencer reassures you, talking through his tears as he finally works your stabbed leg free, “I promise you he’s coming.”

But your eyes widened as Robert appeared in the door.

Crying out as Spencer turns around, he blocks the metal pipe coming down at him with his arm, his jaw gritting in pain as he stands up, grasping the pipe as he rams Robert into the wall.

“You get away from her!” Robert roars.

“Not on your life,” Spencer growls.

Backing him out into the hallway, Spencer brings his knee up into Robert’s stomach as the man doubles over, gasping for air as Spencer comes down with his elbow on the back of the man’s neck.

And that’s when he heard someone bounding up the steps.

Drawing his gun, he points it at the figure as Morgan comes around the corner, his hands thrusting high into the air as tears stream down Spencer’s raging face.

“Whoa whoa whoa, pretty boy.  It’s alright.  It’s just me,” Morgan coos, his eyes dropping to the body laying at Spencer’s feet.

“He alive?” Morgan asks.

“Unfortunately,” Spencer says, holstering his gun as he rushes back into the room.

“Is there an ambulance here?” Spencer roars behind him, listening to a tussle going on outside as he works your other leg free.

“Called for it on the way here, should be pulling up any second,” Morgan says as he cuffs the unconscious man on the floor.

Working your other leg free as you hang your head, your breathing become audible as the pain in your leg starts to ricochet up your side.

“I’m going t-”

The sobs caught in Spencer’s throat as his eyes travel to the protrusion in between your legs.

The idea made him absolutely sick.

“I’m going-”

Taking in a shaky breath, he hears Morgan finally shuffling the rousing man down the stairs, reading his rights as he presses the heels of his hands into his eyes.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” he whispers as he shifts around you, working the binds off of your hands as he tries to put off the inevitable.

Grasping an evidence bag from his pocket, you raise your head to look him in his eyes as tears begin to flow once again down your cheeks.

“It’s ok,” you whisper, nodding lightly to him as he swallows thickly.

Feeling his hand creep up your thigh, your body begins to tremble in fear as Spencer begins to talk to you lowly, reassuring you with sweet nothing that you are safe, and that he is gone, and that you will be taken care of.

Grasping the object as he slowly pulls it from between your legs, you whimper in pain as anger flows through him, his hands trembling as he sticks the small metal pipe into the evidence bag, sealing it before his tears can taint the evidence.

You began to sob in shame.

As Morgan approaches silently from behind, he takes the bag from Spencer, their eyes connecting heavily for a second as Morgan’s jaw clenches in anger.

“The ambulance is ready for her,” he glowers.

“Take this to someone.  Anyone, except Hotch,” Spencer pleads.

“That won’t be a problem,” Morgan states as he rises to his feet, “Rossi has him handcuffed to the car door.”

Feeling Spencer hoist you into his arms, his clothes slowly absorbing your blood as you lay your head on his shoulder, your mouth groaning with every step he takes.

“It’s okay,” he trembles as the tears begin to drip down his neck, “I’ve got you now.  You’re safe.”

Spencer cursed himself within his own mind, angry that he didn’t see the signs sooner than this.

“You couldn’t of,” you say, almost reading his thoughts as Spencer angles his head and looks down at you.

“You couldn’t of known.  None of you could’ve,” you hoarsely whisper just before Spencer steps out of the house with you.

As the paramedics rush towards you, his arms lowering you to the rolling gurney as he lightly brushes the blood-soaked hair from your face, you hear your father yell for you in the background just before the heavy foot-falling of steps.

Rossi must have let him go.

“Y/N!” Hotch roars, his body scurrying to your side as he looks down at you, his own daughter…bloodied and bruised and broken.

“Oh, my god,” he whispers, his face crinkling as he begins to sob at your side.

“You can ride with us, Dad,” the paramedic says, rolling you to the vehicle as Spencer watches Hotch trot by your side, holding your ligature-marked arm as your eyes flutter heavily.

“Stay with us, sweet pea,” Hotch begs, tears dripping down his face as his eyes scour your entire body, stopping on the glass protruding from your leg.

“Just stay with us,” he whispers desperately.

And as Spencer watched the ambulance doors shut, he watches his boss peer out at him through the windows, a mixture of sadness and gratefulness washing over his features as the ambulance begins to pull away.

“Come on, kid,” Morgan says lowly through his own choked emotions, “you can ride with me to the hospital.”

Bitemarks And Bloodlust - General Hux x Reader - Prologue

Summary: After being kicked out of their pack, Kylo and Hux have no other choice than to stay with Hux’s childhood friend, did I mention that she’s also a vampire?

A/N: Ayeeee! Guess who’s mostly back with another AU that no one asked for! So I’m pretty sure that there isn’t really going to be much of a deep storyline to this, pretty much just fluff and smut tbh. But who knows *shrugs* Anyway, here’s the prologue, hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Noneeee, not really, language, I guess?

Words: 1019

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