i tried so hard to like her

'I love you' thoughts

Euros is putting Sherlock to the test with each task.
Up front the task involving Molly seems easy- she loves him, everyone knows it, and all Sherlock has to do is get her to say it.

But the problem is that because it’s true, it’s hard for her to say it to him.

So Sherlock tries to approach it from a detective angle- “it’s an experiment, it’s for a case etc etc”
But she’s all like “no Sherlock, I’m sick of your bull shit- if you really want me to say it you have to give me something real back”
He’s always using her, toying with her emotions to help him with his work.

But their relationship is beyond that now.
Euros knows this too- she heard John say “the one person who saw through your bullshit long ago” or something to that effect.

So Molly is all “tell me you love me first and say it like you mean it- you want me to be vulnerable, you need to be vulnerable too”

Sherlock freaks as does Mycroft because they both know that It’s incredibly hard for Sherlock to say “I love you” and mean it because he has locked away his emotions for his whole life.
And he really DOES have to mean it because Molly can see through his bull shit.
So he forces it out. But once he’s said it, he’s realised that it’s easy to say it again, because it’s true.
Whether he means it in a romantic sense or not it doesn’t matter because it’s true.
Sherlock loves Molly and he finally was able to tell her, for her sake.

When Sherlock realises it’s all for nothing he cracks because he just put himself and Molly through all that for nothing.
Making him open up, forcing her to say it to him when it was breaking her.

I think Euros knew that Molly was the only one that could get Sherlock to open up emotionally and torture him in that way.

It’s A Meta Crisis!

Anon: Hi first off I love your writing so much! I was wondering if you could do supernatural story were the reader is obsessed with the show but one day she wakes up in the bunker and she finds out she’s Sam and Dean’s sister but starts to freak out and her ‘brothers’ thinks she may be sick or tries to calm her down. Sorry if that’s confusing <3

Nonnie, I need to apologize for taking so long to get this out, but I hope this was worth the wait. Like always, please message/leave something in my inbox with comments, questions, criticism, if you want to be tagged, etc. Enjoy everyone!

Summary: You are a Sister!Winchester writer and you wake up inside the Bunker one day.

Warnings: None (yes, I know the gif is a typewriter, but it’s hard to find good gifs!)

Tags: @the-third-winchester-warrior @winchesters-favorite-girl @jensen-jarpad @daughters-and-winsisters @lil-sister-winchester

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“Aaaand, you’re done.” You say the final words of your newly written story aloud as you type them. You wrap your blanket bundle around you a little tighter and click the post button. “All right. You’re up for the whole world to see.” You sigh in relief, happier than ever to get this story out. School is about to start up, something you’re not looking forward to in any way, shape, or form.

You close your laptop slowly. You wish the magic of the holiday break didn’t have to end. The sleeping in, the bliss of not knowing what to do for a whole day, not being sure whether it was Monday or Friday. It was heaven.

You look at the clock. 11:08. Well, if you are going to get any sort of sleep for the early day tomorrow, now was as good a time as any to count sheep. You turn off your light and flop down on your bed. You don’t bother to change clothes or take off your shoes for that matter; you’d be wearing the same outfit to school the next day anyways, so why bother?

You turn your head to look around the sights of your room. A Supernatural poster from season 8 hangs on the far wall. Nearby that, you can see the different ‘hunting’ accessories you had collected over the years, scattered all around your bedroom. Some came from bygone Halloweens, others as holiday and birthday gifts. The old pocketknife with the Men of Letters symbol you carved into the handle, the iron sculpture you pilfered from a garage sale, your stashes of salt and homemade goofer dust, and the leather bag that you used for a hex bag in cosplay. A stack of plaid and flannel shirts sits piled under the poster. You’re particularly proud of the angel blade you had ‘forged’ from moldable plastic beads.

You smile, dreaming about your made up life of being the Winchester’s sister. It’s easier to gain story inspiration through dreaming fanfiction. Oh, the hunts, the magic, the creatures, the excitement, the strong sense of family. Every little aspect about it. Just, Sam, Dean, and you. Against the whole world…

Even before you wake up, you can sense something’s wrong. It’s cold. Colder than your room. You feel around for your blanket to pull up to your face. You freeze.

They’re not yours.

Your eyes open immediately. You sit up cautiously. Did I just get kidnapped? you wonder silently. A dark ceiling and plain walls meet your tired eyes that clearly do not belong to you.

You’re not in your bedroom anymore.

The walls are windowless, an odd bookshelf in the corner. Your eyes scan along the book titles: Mythology and Lore, The Official Book of Exorcisms, Shapeshifters vs. Skinwalkers Vol. 1. The entirety of the bookcase was covered with more scrolls and books like these.

“Okay…little creepy…” You glance around the room, suddenly feeling a sense of either paranoia or excitement. You’re not sure yet. The floor is made not of your soft brown-beige carpet, but a hard floor instead. The most off-putting thing is the smell; it’s a mix of air freshener and dust. Overall, pretty musty. Definitely not the smell of the scented candle at home.

Sounds are pretty much nonexistent. There was always some noise in your home. A passing car on the outside street, siblings arguing in the kitchen over who’s turn it was to use the toaster for Pop-Tarts, or the neighbor’s cat yowling in terror after being chased up a tree by a bullying squirrel.

You peer over the edge of a plain bed. There’s a large wooden chest with leather straps on it. Sort of a trunk really. You’ve never seen this before, but it’s familiar. You abruptly realize you have seen it before.

In your head.

Pieces of everything about this room fly together. The books on the shelf. The floor. The lack of windows and noise. The smell. Waking up in a different bed. Everything is how you’ve imagined it in your stories. You’ve pictured this room in your mind a thousand times, creating different story upon story in this setting.

This is the room you created for the sister of Sam and Dean Winchester.

“That’s not possible…” Only one way for you to be sure. You rub your hands on the top of this mysterious box. If every other detail is right, then this would prove what was going on. Your eyes look down apprehensively, suddenly feeling a series of grooves on the lid of the trunk. You gasp aloud, trying everything to keep from screaming. A six-pointed star is burned into the top of the chest. A Star of Aquarius, better known to you as the symbol for the Men of Letters.

“Just like I wrote.” Your whole body is trembling. Jury’s still out on whether your shaking is from panic or happiness. You look down at yourself. You’re still in the same outfit you fell asleep in: black and white plaid shirt over a black tank top and ripped blue jeans. Your feet are still in the brown faux leather boots from Shopko. You’d tastefully nicknamed them your ‘Winchester Boots’. Little did you know that you’d actually be wearing them in the freaking Bunker.

You slap yourself. Ow. “Okay. Real. Not dreaming. I’m…in…the Bunker.” You turn around in place in a daze. A frightened happy smile stretches across your face. “I’m in the Bunker. The Bunker.”

You take a look at a wooden nightstand. You pull open the drawer cautiously, fearing what might be inside. Inside sits a knife, exactly like your knife in your bedroom. Your other bedroom The not Supernatural one. All the way down to the Men of Letters symbol carved inside. Which makes sense; you’ve based so much of your stories on yourself. Under that sits a small framed but faded photo. You immediately know who it should be, but your curiosity gets the better of you. You gently pick it up.

It’s happy photo of the little baby you sitting on your Dad’s shoulders. Not John Winchester’s shoulders. Your father. Riiight. The sister I created was adopted, not a Winchester by blood, you remind yourself. You stare intently at the picture, recalling the backstory you’d given your Win!sister.

A father turned into an encantado and the mom was a good friend of John Winchester so she teamed up with him in the hunting life. Y/N, became real close to Sam and Dean, helping out with research in her early years and later learning the trade. Teaming up wasn’t a constant thing, but enough to where the boys considered her their sister. John ended up killing Y/N’s dad when he showed up years later. Sam and Dean meeting up became less and less until it stopped completely when Y/N helped Sam get to Stanford. Contact resumed at Roadhouse with Ellen. Her mom died when the Gates of Hell were opened while Y/N was young. She’s been in Sam and Dean’s care since-

You’re cut off by a sudden, yet soft, knocking on the door. “Hey, Y/N.”

You know that mellow voice all too well. You gasp loudly and just barely manage to hold on the to the picture before it can shatter. Standing in front of the door is the freaking giant of a man Sam Winchester.

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He looks at you with mild concern. “You okay? Didn’t mean to scare you.” He finishes with a natural smile. “You didn’t answer your phone. Dean and I just finished one weird case. You’re gonna laugh your head off at this one.”

You back up into the side of bed, still not sure whether to be terrified or bouncing off the walls. You can barely hold onto your voice.

“S-Sam?”

“Yeah?”

Your eyebrows shoot like rockets towards the ceiling. “Sam??”

“Yeah…that’s me.”

“Sam Winchester??”

Sam steps towards you. “Y/N, is something going on?”

“Sam freaking Winchester. In front of me.” You run your twitchy hands through your hair. “Oh gosh, this is happening. This is real. This-this-i-i-it’s. Holy mother flippin’ Metatron. You’re Sam Winchester.”

Sam smiles unsure with a little laugh in his throat. “Y/N, you’re acting like you’ve never seen me before.”

You start gesturing frantically, as you usually did when you fangirled. “Yes yes yes yes, I know I know I know! This i-i-i-is. This is unbelievable. I mean, you’re right there and I’m right here in this room and-” You abruptly stop and take a look at Sam, who is slowly backing towards the exit. “I’ve gone meta, haven’t I?”

“Uh…Dean!” Sam shouts over his massive shoulder.

“What?”

The distant reply of another voice you know hits your ears and a dorky grin stretches across your face. “Oh man, Dean’s here too. Oh boy. Oooookay…”

“C’mere for a sec!” Sam gives you a funny look. “Just…stay right here for a minute.”

You sit down on the bed, beyond happy to comply. “Okay!” Your energy level is off the charts.

Sam walks out of the room with a slightly faster pace than you expect. You hear his footsteps recede to where they’re undetectable. You get up off the bed, a whole new strength coursing through you; in your sudden excitement to see the Winchesters, you ignored the fact that not only are you in a different place, but you’re different too. Your body is roughly the same height, maybe a little taller. But you’re extremely fit now. You feel muscles bulging out of your arms, calves, and torso. It’s a whole new thing. You’re still around the same size as you were, but more of a body-builder version rather than a light exerciser.

You run your hands along the slightly bulging muscles in your upper arms. “Cool.” Your eyes sidle to an unopened closet. A new thought hatches in your mind. “I wonder…” You walk over and open the door, adrenaline and adventure filling your energetic body. You smile. Inside, behind the rack of clothing, is the set of weaponry you dreamt of always having. Shotguns and rifles and swords and pistols and ninja stars and salt rounds and-

You lay your eyes on the two weapons you crave the most: the Enochian carved angel blade from your I See Wings series and three sets of throwing knives you imagined: One for demons, one for creatures, one for witches. Each knife set was enchanted with spells you had found in the Bunker, designed with silver or iron or salt.

At least, that’s how you wrote it. You still hope it’s true.

You pry one out from it’s meticulously crafted case. Oh, the glory of holding one of those babies is indescribable. The black leather grip, the smoothness of the knife, the simplistic beauty of the curvature. You never knew how long you waited for this moment. And your new body is just begging you to try the knife out. You curl it back almost daintily, aim and…

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Before you can let your blade loose, Dean himself comes striding into your room. He’s on guard instantly when he sees you with the knife. “Woah, Y/N.” He rushes over to your side and grabs your wrist. “If you wanna throw, we’ve got the shooting range, not your room.”

You stare at him in utter shock, that goofy fangirl smile coming back onto your face. “Dean?” you whisper. Your eyes grow wide. “You’re…real…”

Dean knits his eyebrows together. He scoffs and sits you down on the bed by your shoulders. “Course I’m real. Why wouldn’t I be?”

You can see Sam standing in the door, hesitant to come in the room. Your eyes flick rapidly between the two of them. “I’m-I’m really here? This isn’t some sort of…prank or-or joke or…” You look into the Winchester’s eyes, ever growing concern stretching across their faces. “I mean…you’re both real…” you breathe out.

Dean sets your throwing knife on the bed. “Y/N, are you high?” The seriousness in his voice throws you off guard.

“No! No, no, nope!” you yelp. “Definitely not high.” You scan around the room distractedly, trying to ground yourself on something. “Not high…definitely…not…”

“Uh-huh…” Dean clearly doesn’t believe you. He turns to Sam. “And you just found her like this?”

“Yeah. I don’t know what’s going on-”

“What was the last thing that happened to you?” you interrupt. If you can figure out what just happened to the boys, then maybe you can figure out how you got here.

Dean takes a breath. “Well, you wanted to stay and get some research done. We just got back from some weird ass musical about our lives.”

Season 10 episode 5, you immediately think. “So, you’re not a demon anymore and,” you point to Sam, “you just killed Calliope then, right?”

Sam squints at you. “How do you know that?”

“Y/N, what’s going on?” The expression on Dean’s face just melts your poor little fangirl heart. The concern, the honesty. Ugh.

“I…I don’t know. I just woke up here and…” You struggle to find the right words when a lightbulb goes off. You stand up off the bed. “Do you remember when Balthazar zapped you two to an alternate universe?”

Both Sam and Dean groan. “Damn, that was bad,” Dean complains.

“Well, think of this as a reverse one of those.” You grin sheepishly, standing awkwardly in the room as it dawns on the boys. Sam speaks up first.

“You mean…you’re from…”

“Not exactly.” You rub the back of your neck. “My name’s Y/N Y/L/N. I write stories about the show Supernatural. Mostly about if Sam and Dean Winchester had a sister…” you fade out seeing as Dean’s head looks like it’s about to explode.

“Wait, you what??”

“In the show, it’s just…well, you two. But, I began writing my own stories imagining if you two had a sister. And I guess I’m having some kind of meta crisis right now, apparently. I woke up here in the world I created.”

“In the body of our sister.” Dean sounds more hostile towards you than before.

“Not exactly. It’s sort of a reverse Balthazar situation with a bit of Chuck mixed in.”

Sam looks the least freaked out out of everyone in the room. “Okay. So, you wrote about…us and if we had a sister? Why if?”

“In my life or universe or whatever, Y/N Winchester doesn’t exist except in the stories I write.” You take a look at Dean who looks like he could Hulk out on you. You raise your hands defensively. “I based her on me though. So, it’s not like I’m possessing her; I am her. Sort of.”

“Wait, wait, wait. You wrote her so you are her?”

“Pretend you rewrote the Lord of the Rings with you in them. But, you didn’t want to name yourself after you, so you came up with another name. Like…Jim. Then you find yourself in that story you wrote as Jim. But you based Jim off of you so it is you in it’s own way.”

“This is already making my brain sick.” Dean rubs his forehead with the tips of his fingers.

“No, I get it. That makes sense.” You silently thank Sam for saving your bacon.

“The only question is how I got here. I literally went to sleep and woke up here. Nothing different than normal.”

“Okay…if you were writing this, as a story, what would you explain it as?”

You put a hand up to the back of your neck, a habit when you try to concentrate. “Well, if I was writing this, I’d probably be dealing with a spell of some kind, but nothing crazy happened to me last night. So,” you begin to pace, “that leaves me with…oh. Great.” You sigh and purse your lips together.

“What?”

“Hex bags. I have one in my room.” The Winchesters continue to stare at you. You sigh. “Not a witch, it’s just for cosplay and Halloween. But, I didn’t sweep my room last night. Someone could’ve swapped it out for a real one.”

Dean tips his head up to the ceiling. “I freaking hate witches.”

“Well, it might not be a witch.”

“What do you mean?”

“A witch is only one idea. It might be a tulpa, or a really messed up spirit, or-” You stop, a new idea entering your head. You close your eyes. “Ah, crap.” You raise your hand in a ‘shut-up’ gesture, simply going over to a tv set in the corner of the room and turning it on.

Dean leans forward on the bed. “You gotta kidding me.”

“Perks of writing your own world. You get a pretty good hunch on who did it.” A Casa Erotica scene starts setting up.

Sam points to the screen. “But, he died.”

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A very familiar waiter rips off his mustache. “Think again, boys. And girl.” Gabriel pops out through the tv screen landing in front of you and the Winchesters. A weird combination of a smile and an ‘exasperated-parent face’ hits your face. The archangel looks at you. “How do they do it on BBC?” He raises an eyebrow. “Did you miss me?”

anonymous asked:

I doubt we'll see Jasper in the next episode because it seems to be all about Robert and Liam. But what do you think could happen in 3x07 between Jasper and Eleanor??? And do you think Sarah Alice could try and get them back together?

I doubt we’ll see him much either and if we do I think it’ll be that Jasper tries to avoid Lenny because it’ll be too hard for him to be around her knowing how he’s hurt her. I think Sarah Alice will let it slip about the storybook they made and about the necklace, and so hopefully Lenny will find it and realise that maybe there’s another reason as to why Jasper left her. I definitely think Sarah Alice will be involved even if just by telling Lenny how much she likes him etc, and I hope James will be involved too because he is obviously one of the biggest Jaspenor ships!!

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bounceFIT // what a workout 💦

i first tried bouncefit last year when boyfie’s sister and i bought a cheap scoopon deal for a class! surprisingly, we really enjoyed it and it was such a hard workout so i bought her a 5 class pass for christmas (and in doing so, bought myself one too so we could go together)

we’ve been going once a week on a monday night. we do the 8pm class so that i can go after the gym… 8pm classes are awesome. last week it was just us and one other girl. tonight it was just us! it felt more like PT session than a class.

i don’t quite believe that 10mins of bouncing equals 33mins of running, but a bloody great workout nonetheless.

ps, what day do fitbit email those weekly summaries? i want to write a post about last week. hurrrrrray up.

extraordinary-arbiter-bluebird  asked:

Gen and Irene for the OTP ask thingy

Thank you!

shops for groceries: They alternate.

kills the spiders: Neither. Irene traps them in a cup and releases them outside. Eugenides is on “you don’t mess with me, I won’t mess with you” policy.

comes home drunk at 3am: I think we all know who does this. But in fairness, 50% of the time, Gen is probably pretending to be drunk (and Irene can tell, so she hits him with a pillow when he wakes her). And when he’s actually drunk, he tries very hard not to disturb her, or even just sleeps in his own rooms.

makes breakfast: I feel like both of them are lost when it comes to the kitchen (neither has ever had a need to cook); but I could see Gen making Irene breakfast in bed when he wants to be sweet.

remembers to feed the fish: Irene? I feel like Gen tries really hard to feed ot regularly and on time, but…

decorates the apartment: Gen makes threats to buy gaudy interior decor, but ultimately they decorate together.

initiates duets: Eugenides. But Irene is not as unwilling to join in as she might seem.

falls asleep first: That depends; sometimes Gen, sometimes Irene.

anonymous asked:

If Henry had a sister (older or younger) what do you think her personality would be? How do you think Henry would react to being reunited with his sister during the war in awakening...?

Wow, throw back.

Same as before, I imagine she’d be like Panne personality-wise, except without that supreme focus on her family or people. She’s not good with receiving or giving affection because she grew up thinking it’s supposed to be deserved. She would rather work for it herself, but she tries to be affectionate with people despite her predisposition. Super awkward with Henry at first.

Hmmm… I feel like Henry wouldn’t even acknowledge her at first? Like, she’s not his sister, he had better company with his animal friends growing up. Technically she’s related, but she’s not much of a sister at all to him. So he’d just pretend he doesn’t know who she is. Or maybe he just legitimately wouldn’t even recognize or remember her. Hard to tell. Their support would probably involve her struggling to be a good sister but him making it really hard for her before he realizes she’s genuinely trying.

So I discovered this meme on instagram and IT LOOKS SO COOL that I did it too. The game consist in making a drawing and then repeat the drawing trying to mimic the art style of some of the artists you admire! (I HAD SO MUCH FUN DOING THIS THING)

 So here it is, hope you all like it, I made it with all my heart :3 Im sorry for ruining your styles guys hahaha 

 1- that’s my lil Nico di Angelo. 

 2- @indigonite‘s Nico, I tried my best here, but BRO so hard to color like Bruna. Maybe I made him a lil too red ;u;

3- @saberghatz‘s Nico. Idk why but it looks more like saber’s last year’s art, cause her Nico changed a little, but I love both her Nicos, so :v 

4- @tamaytka‘s Nico. Im sorry that I ruined the way you draw eyes, I really LOVE your eyes, but I COULD NOT make justice to them. 

5- @leegarbettart  Lee Garbett never drew Nico but he is my favorite artist in comic books, he draws Loki in Agent of Asgard, and I love his art so much!

6- @onihimeart also never drew Nico, but her art style is so complicated that I could not even make it look alike ;u; Sorry friend! 

useless fact about David Bowie
  • he had Celiac’s disease
  • u know the thing where you get tummy ache after eating gluten-containing flours etc.
  • good
  • it gets better
  • because he knew that it hurt him and Iman kept an eye on him so he would not eat stuff with it
  • and everytime Iman would go away or something David STRAIGHT UP went to their chef and said “pls make normal brownies” because, I quote, the pain would be “worth it”
  • he’s a grown ass man and his wife tries so hard to keep his diet in line (bless her)
  • but he is simultaneously 69 and, like, NINE and wants real brownies
  • can u imagine, maybe he got a really bad stomach ache this time and does not recover in time so he lies on the couch when Iman returns and she’s like oh bby and makes him a hot-water bottle
  • and she sits by him and lets him whine a bit and strokes his hair and then says very stern “DAVID I TOLD U”
  • bless this child

The line ‘And I gave you my best and we both know you can’t say that’ just hits me so fucking hard because I remember that towards the end of the relationship, Taylor tried so fucking hard. 

Like Coachella, when she posted a bunch of adoring pictures on Instagram. How about at the iHeartRadio Awards when she actually thanked him in her speech which is something she has never done for any other boyfriend and the speech itsself was so heartfelt and complimentary. Like, she got choked up and had to brace herself, but she did it, and he didn’t even… fuck, he barely reacted???

but he didn’t even show up to both the MET gala and BMI. I know he’s a lowkey guy, but those were HUGE nights for Taylor. It was the end of the relationship but she still tried so hard, and he didn’t and they both fucking knew it and-

LISTEN. CAN SOMEONE WHO KNOWS TAYLOR SWIFT PLEASE HUG HER FOR ME AND TELL HER SHE IS LOVED PLS.

prettiestmess  asked:

Oh my God, could you do a top 10 for Michiru's outfits? I feel like they tried so hard to make her a fashion plate (as she well she should be) but were so often stymied by the 90s-ness of it all. I'd love to see what you chose.

The real question is, how will I narrow it down to only ten?? Michiru’s style is so hard to pin down because sometimes it works flawlessly and sometimes it’s hard to justify, in-universe, why she would ever choose to wear what she is wearing. (Thanks again to @sailorcivilian and @fukufashion for their comprehensive representation of Sailor Moon outfits!)

10. The 1940s called. They said you look really good in that dress, feel free to keep wearing it.

9. It is written in ink that this shawl may never cover more than one (1) shoulder at any given time.

8. (”coming soon to own on videocassette” voice) She may have a tiny bow and a tiny backpack, but she’s got a big heart.

7. They told me I could be anything I wanted, so I became the ocean

6. Wearing formal gloves and a pencil skirt to the racetrack just seemed like the right thing to do at the time.

5. There are two kinds of people: those who say “you can never have too much denim on your body,” and liars

4. On the back, these shirts say “If found, please return to Michiru”/”I am Michiru”

3. The stylish yet practical baby-stealing ensemble

2. The dress that is responsible for putting many a young boy through early puberty

1. Look. I think there must be a story behind this one. I think this used to be a favorite tunic of Michiru’s; the pale lavender with the white belt is simple but charming. One day she was painting another one of her space whales, and Haruka yelled something from the kitchen about the shrimp paella leftovers in the fridge. In the one uncalculated move she had ever made in her life, she turned around and lowered her brush, leaving a short streak of dark blue on her dress. She tried everything; cold water, rubbing alcohol, Haruka’s Tide-to-Go stick, but she could still see a faint line where the space-colored paint was. Haruka would insist she couldn’t tell there was a stain, but Michiru would always know, and she couldn’t live like that. The next day, she bought a bottle of fabric dye. If she couldn’t remove the accidental stain, then she would make it an intentional one. She wears it as an act of defiance, a warning to the universe that Michiru Kaioh is not one to be defeated.

Some rando attempt at a older looking Lyn. It is a bit said you don’t ever see her or get her mentioned since FE6 was made before FE7 lmao…….I tried to give a mix of Sacaean/Lycian look but it is hard to pinpoint wtf Lycian style is so it kinda looks like her FE13 design OTL

Twitter ver is here!

Also my HectorLyn bias is KINDA showing in this design HAH

clarke griffin tries SO HARD and sometimes it kills me to think about how little slack ANYONE cuts her

but then i remember bellamy blake is there to put his hand on her shoulder and comfort her and support her when she leans into him like that and catch her when she dramatically stumbles into his arms and joke about his trauma if it makes her smile and i just

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My feelings about the six thatchers summarized (VERY summarized because I could scream and never stop):

-John is a cunt and I want an explanation into what is going on in his head
-I am tired of not knowing what is going on with John
-Mary can suck my dick, I’m grossed out that they made her a good guy in the end
-Nothing will ever make me like Mary
-Sherlock tries so hard and is so good to his core and sweet and endearing and I LOVE HIM
-Mycroft lives in a basement lmao you make a lot of money why don’t you decorate your shit
-Baby Rosie is super cute
-Toby sniffer doggo is even cuter
-Moriarty could come back for all I care at this point I just want John and Sherlock to be together
-Cut the bull shit
-Bus lady. Reveal your intentions

I relate to Chika so much and it’s so sad to see she’s people’s least favorite girl. People even call her a bad friend because of the You episode. Honestly she’s just a normal and goofy girl like me, but she tries so hard to bring out the best in everyone and shines so bright. She even forgets about her own well being for the sake of aqours. But she learns that aqours is there for her and that her feelings are valid. She’s super cute and funny and relatable even though she has flaws.

Long Time No See // l.h

For @felicityash​, @tadpolehemmings, @pretendtobepunkrock‘s blurb night. You probably already know those fuckers (sorry for calling y’all fuckers)

A/N: I always manage to write really long stuff… I apparently forgot this was for a BLURB night and not write a long novel in a matter of seconds. Eh, I did it anyway and wanted it to be posted. 

Description: Y/N is really nervous on the first day as assistant, but somehow it only got worse when she meets the CEO - aka her one-night-stand.

You tried to be calm as you walked inside the building. Being an assistant wasn’t easy, but it wasn’t a hard job either. So you had no apparent reason to be nervous, but still it felt like a heavy stone were swaying around in your gut as you walked past the desk without noticing the stares from the woman behind it.

“Excuse you, Miss, but where are you going?” She yelled and you stopped immediately, cursing yourself out because you hadn’t thought it all through. You started backing back to the desk with closed eyes and opened them as soon as you were in front of the woman. You sighed as you felt how your cheeks turned redder.

“I’m the new assistant.” You mumbled and the woman started typing stuff in on her computer.

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Baby

Anthony Ramos x Reader

Requested by anon: “ Hello! May ask a song-fic request to “Baby it’s cold outside”, reader x who ever you would like? Thank you!”

In which the reader needs to get home and study but Anthony refuses to let her leave because it’s too dang cold outside and he’s in love with her oops

Words: 2274

Warnings: no smut, some suggestive content, swearing

a/n: Thank you to the anon for requesting this & for everybody’s patience! Since the holidays & finals week are all coming up, I tried to incorporate them here. In advanced sorry for how bad this might be, writing songfics are so hard haha. ENJOY(:

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