i've been meaning to do one of her

anonymous asked:

Hi! When do you think Emma realized that she was in love with Killian? I've been rewatching S3 and S4 but I can't seem to figure it out...

Denial was Emma’s middle name, so I think there were a lot of small moments along the way that contributed to her awakening and each one chipped away at her bubble of denial. 

  • In 2x22 she realizes that maybe she was right about him. (meaning her first instinct back on the beanstalk was right about him the one she suppressed and couldn’t take a chance on)
  • In 3x05 she let herself realize that she was attracted to him.
  • In 3x07 she let herself realize he was serious and a real option.
  • In 3x11 she let herself realize that he had become important to her, and that she liked that she was important to him.
  • In 3x14 she let herself realize that after everything, he was still serious and still a real option.
  • In 3x16, she realized that he was there for her in surprising ways, and then she surprised herself when she trusted him with her son.
  • In 3x17, she let herself realize it was time to move forward, and that she might want to do that with him.
  • In 3x20 she realized no matter what, she couldn’t lose him.
  • In 3x22 she realized he was part of her home and that she was ready to explore what was between them.
  • In 4x03 she realized she was really, really scared to lose him.
  • In 4x04 she realized she loved him. Yes this is it.  After their date, when she closes the loft door and leans back against it absolutely gobsmacked, and swept off her feet. That’s the moment she knows. She’s done. She’s a goner. She’s in love. 
  • what she says: I'm fine.
  • what she means: Honestly A Court of Mist and Fury was one of the single best reading experiences of my entire life and since finishing it I can't stop thinking about feyre and rhysand and how rhys waited so long to tell feyre about the mating bond and was literally dreaming about her before he even met her. and just the enormous amount of plotting SJM had to do to get us all the like Tamlin and the fact that when rhys meets feyre he says "oh i've been looking for you" BECAUSE HE LITERALLY HAS BEEN. this, combined with the recent release of empire of storms in which precious aelin is subject to horrors and is separated from rowan has crushed me mentally and i am an emotional black hole of anguish. i am so fragile i cry when i see baby birds because they remind me of rowan.

anonymous asked:

OH MY G OD GIRL I AM FREAKING OUT thank you SO much for that list of books, I NEED MOOORE i saw the tag that you have a longer list? could you please post that soon!! I mean I have been literally scrolling through her insta for all the books she has read every now and then, because she usually posts pics of them but i've always thought there must've been more.. like ones mentioned on her story or elsewhere!! thank you so much ahh you're great!

hey babe, thanks so much for this enthusiastic and lovely message ❤️ i’m actually surprised at how many people liked the book post! and i’m very glad how happy you are from the list!!! still haven’t found the complete list as my hard drive is a total mess but if i do, i plan on posting the full complete list. meanwhile, here’s some more that i can remember rn:

  • a little life, hanya yanagihara
  • lolita, vladimir nabokov
  • the unbearable lightness of being, milan kundera
  • sharp objects, gillian flynn
  • waiting to be heard: a memoir, amanda knox
  • eternal night, carina adly mackenzie
  • the mortal instruments, cassandra clare
  • animal farm, george orwell
  • the good girl, mary kubica
  • the four agreements: a practical guide to personal freedom, don miguel ruiz & janet mills
  • seriously… i’m kidding, ellen degeneres
  • the girl on the train, paula hawkins
  • fifty shades of grey, e. l. james
  • the healthy life, jessica sepel
  • wake up: a life of the buddha, jack kerouac

Remember when Ngozi said she wasn’t going to draw an update where Bitty and Jack actually have dinner at Marty’s? But wrote out what would happen in each panel? Me too. 

And I may or may not already have sketches for all 9 panels….. 

Question! Why does this look like the comic but just a bit off??? Well there are a few reasons! The biggest reason being that I’m an 18 year old currently applying for bachelors degrees at various art schools rather than having a MFA and a successful career as a comic artist. Another reason is that I’m using photoshop’s default brushes which are great! But not the ones Ngozi uses. I’m actually planning on getting the same brushes once I get my new laptop so we might see a difference as I continue working on these. 

I’d also like to disclaim that this is not completely original, I’m heavily relying on the comic as reference and actually colour picking from screen caps of certain panels in order to keep this as close to the original comic as possible.

  • Rose: What are you doing, Dorothy?
  • Dorothy: Oh, looking at the stars. Pondering the universe.
  • Rose: I've been doing the same thing, thinking how wonderful it would be if there really were aliens. Maybe it'd be just like 'Cocoon', and they'd take us away and we'd never grow old.
  • Dorothy: See, I don't know. I like my life. I mean, I'm not president or anything. I'm just a teacher.
  • Dorothy: A substitute teacher.
  • Dorothy: A divorced substitute teacher, who can't even afford her own place to live. Beam me up!

insomniac-systematic  asked:

you probably get messages like this a lot but I just wanted to say your Bill design and portrayal of him is one of the favorites I've seen from five years I've been in the fandom. Whenever I see your stuff on my dash it makes me really happy.. I'm planning on doing some fanart w/ your Bill design if that's okay.

Oh my god thank you so much! I’m so glad you’re enjoying it! @videogamelover99 and I have been Having quite some fun spitballing ideas and stuff for this au (or I have at least, I can’t speak for her but I assume she enjoys working on this she is writing the fic after all XD) so it means a lot to hear that. And yo by all means go right ahead that would be awesome

anonymous asked:

Salam, I've failed one of my modules at uni and want to give up I don't know what to do anymore I just want to drop out

Don’t drop out because one failure. Just because you fail it doesn’t mean that you have to give up. A 50 something year old woman told me she’s been in college for 10 years now because she kept failing her math class. 10 years and each year she failed, but she said she isn’t stopping until she walks out with her degree. Failure doesn’t mean stop. It just means accept what happened, learn from your mistake, and do it again.

anonymous asked:

I have the flu so I'm sitting in bed craving kanej. Any chance you could write something for them pls and thank you btw you're a goddess and I love your stuff

sorry i haven’t been online so idk when you sent this but…that could mean you’re maybe, hopefully, feeling a bit better by now?? regardless, i’m wishing you well!! ♡ and tysm.

they don’t belong here, but barrel rats are a difficult breed to shoo away. not that anyone tries. it’s getting late, most of the university district all sound asleep apart from the gathering having pints and academic debates on the bridge.

kaz and inej sit at the fountain in the courtyard enjoying almond cakes and coffee, but mostly the serene ambience.

at night the fragrances of the flowers intensify. even the canals are pretty when the moon shines down on it, the silver light glinting across the small ripples like dancing stars. it’s nothing like the barrel here, which is precisely why they love it so much. they often come here to escape the dense clouds of coal smoke and the smell of rot. here, there are no hassles or drunkards to get in the way of enjoying their alone time. just peace.

clusters of heliotrope are potted around them. inej thinks they smell like vanilla, kaz thinks they smell more like cherry pie. they playfully argue about this and she splashes him with the fountain water. he laughs when the wind mists the cold water against the back of her neck and she ducks into her hood. “what’s the depressing suli proverb about what goes around comes around?”

her smile is a starburst of light splitting through the shadows her hood casts over her face. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

students straggle along the cobblestones without looking twice at them. some silently converse among themselves, others have their noses pressed into books as they head from the closing libraries to their dorms. kaz’s eyes rivet to them, wondering how they could exist in the same time at the same place, but be from entirely different worlds. 

when he looks at inej her head is tilted back, her hood fallen just enough for him to see the concentrated way she’s watching him. he leans in, his smirk slow and sinuous, “is that scheming face?”

she flushes. “i don’t have a scheming face.”

he pulls her hood the rest of the way down to get a clear view of her face. smoothing the disrupted hair back in place he teases, “seems to be a night of denial for you.”

“do i really have one?”

“were you scheming?”

she pauses. “kinda?”

“then definitely. what were you thinking about?”

she offers her hand and he fits his fingers between hers. “nothing devious really, i just need a lockpick to help me.”

he nods and says, “okay,” but he really means always. she smiles and squeezes his hand, but she actually means i know.

anonymous asked:

Speaking of the extended promo (and Bellamy telling everyone there's hope now), I'm not sure if it's just me, but I feel like I've heard Bellamy and Clarke say the word "hope" a lot this season... and maybe I'm reading too much into it, but it seems like he's always the one confirming it for her? And again, maybe reading too much into it, but it seems like this means they look at each other as a source of hope?

I think that’s ALWAYS been part of what they are to each other. When they are separated they lose hope and focus. The reason for doing it all. When they are together it all works better because they have hope, they believe they can do it. 

Honestly, this world is so dark that it’s hard sometimes, but it’s really about that light at the end of the tunnel, the hope in the darkness.

And hope, thy name is bellarke. 

tedcruzcopulateswithrats420  asked:

Why do you consider Prairie's adoptive parents evil?

I think evil is a strong word but they’re definitely not good parents, especially Nancy.
I mean obviously, choosing to adopt a blind child just so they’d be dependant on you, Nancy has serious control issues. As soon as Prairie sets foot in the house for the first time as a kid, Nancy is there undoing her shoes. Even before that, Abel carries her into the house. We see that OA can bathe herself and still there are scenes where Nancy is helping her do it, just one more bit of controlling behaviour. When OA says about how she wants to walk by herself outside, Nancy refuses. It’s only Abel who can change her mind (and still it’s only an hour a day, and she has to see Elias). Then there’s the medication thing. OA is openly angry at her parents for medicating her. Even when OA returns, she still pushes for medication. Elias refuses to prescribe things so she must’ve gone to a different doctor. I can’t remember every example (there’s loads) but they basically control her entire life.

So then when Nancy starts to lose control and OA doesn’t tell her where she’s been, she acts out. She shouts at her, makes her feel guilty, and forces OA to open up about something she isn’t ready to (because she doesn’t trust her parents). And once she does it, Nancy slaps her. No wonder OA doesn’t trust her if she gets such a negative reaction for finally opening up.

It’s true she’s been through a difficult time, not knowing where her daughter is for 7 years must’ve been very difficult. But OA has been through worse and still manages to keep calm during that conversation. I have a post about this that I can’t link because I’m on mobile but I’ll reblog it. But I get the impression that Nancy got a child for a selfish reason (to have control) and can’t see it. Nothing in her relationship with OA seems to be for OA’s best interests, it always links back to her.


Robert quite naturally was concerned that any slipup on Sally’s part would undoubtably lead to him.  His concerns magnified when Loyalist officers began living in the Townsend home, but his apprehensions escalated in November 1778, when Simcoe began living there.  He knew by reputation that Simcoe was no fool, and worse yet, he could be ruthlessly brutal.  Even more worrisome to Townsend was the knowledge that Simcoe’s mission included ferreting out enemy espionage activities on Long Island.  In short, the spy hunter was living in the home of the spy he was pursuing.  Townsend was worried that any misstep by himself or Sally would place all the Townsend’s in danger.  Long Island historians like Frances Irwin maintain that Sally had been passing information to Robert for some time, and she continued to do so with intelligence that she gleaned from her association with Simcoe and other Loyalists in the Oyster Bay area.  But no one was more aware than her brother Robert of the disastrous consequences her discovery would have on the Townsend family and indeed on the Culper Ring. — Paul R. Misencik

also did i mention that @sableu and @paox are the best blogs i know and u should totally follow them if you love op?? did i??? well u should 


turn your investment portfolio into a modeling portfolio

anonymous asked:

Hello, could you maybe do one where the reader and Calvin are boyfriend and girlfriend but they get into a fight so the reader decides to drink away her frustration, then Calvin finds the reader drunk off her ass and apologizes for the fight they had and he takes her home and takes care of her. 1.) I know this is kind of a stupid idea and 2.) I wanted to say that I've been kinda obsessed with your writing for the last couple weeks, and I kinda just binged all of your stories!

Thank you so much for reading lovely! It means more to me than you know X

Thanks for the request, I hope this is what you wanted! :D :

‘It’s not my fault there are so many rumours-’

‘Yeah, but you encourage them, Calvin! You’re hardly going out of your way to stop them, are you?’ You slammed your open palm down on the counter as anger bubbled up inside of you.

For the past couple of weeks, rumours and lies had been running rampant on social media and usually it didn’t bother you - but things had spilled over into real life, and you had finally reached your tipping point.

The night before, your mother had called you and asked about Calvin.

'I heard he has a partner - and it’s not you. Keep an eye on him, honey.’ She’d said, her tone disapproving.

Of course, you quickly rectified the situation by explaining the rumours on social media, and she immediately responded, 'Well why doesn’t he just tell people he’s in a relationship?’

And you didn’t know how to respond; because you didn’t know the answer.

'I can’t do anything about it!’ He began to raise his voice as his eyes lost that soft look they always held when he was with you - it was replaced with an anger that you didn’t see very often; and it was never directed at you.

Now, you just fed off the energy.

The tense atmosphere was almost tangible, and you could feel the adrenaline pumping though your blood as harsh words fought to spill from your lips.

'Of course you can fucking help it! Tell people that you’re in a relationship! Or are you so embarrassed of me that it would be too painful to publicly admit that you settled for less than you can get?!’


Fuck. Your impassioned words had been borne from pure emotion, and not a scrap of logic or reasoning.

As you stood across from him thoughts fired through your brain like bullets from a machine gun; rapid fire and painfully destructive.

You hadn’t meant to say that. You didn’t want to project your insecurities; those weren’t the main issue.

The issue was his apparent inability to explicitly tell people that he was taken. He wasn’t out fucking anyone or taking someone else to dinner as social media would have you believe - because he was yours.

The stunned look on his face permeated the anger and his furrowed brow alleviated momentarily.

Say something, you thought. Anything.

But he didn’t.

He didn’t even fucking care enough to reply.

’D'you know what? Go and fuck whoever they say you’re fucking on twitter. Go and take someone else out to dinner. Do what you want, Calvin.’

You grabbed your car keys and tried your best to suppress the tears that were gathering in your eyes.

'I wouldn’t want to be a fucking inconvenience.’ You muttered as you left his apartment and drove back to your own.


Breathe. Calm down. Cry when you get home; not when there’s a very real chance that you could crash and kill someone.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a brightly lit row of shops that lined the street and a thought crossed your mind.

Alcohol; the best distraction.


The now half empty bottle of vodka that you clutched in one hand looked so pretty through your blurry vision.

The floor was cold and your ass was beginning to go numb; but you couldn’t care less. At least then, it would match the rest of your body.

Initially, your throat had started to sting after the first two gulps of the spirit so you’d stumbled to the fridge and  retrieved something to mix it with and a glass in which to do so. That was around an hour ago, you surmised as you glanced at the clock on your phone.

The screen detailed how many times Calvin had tried in vain to contact you - 7 phone calls that you couldn’t be bothered to answer.

He didn’t care, so why should you?

You sniffed slightly in an attempt to compose yourself and stem the unrelenting stream of tears that steadily fell from your eyes, even now.

A thought crossed your mind and after it came waves of self-loathing; why was it that when you were upset, Calvin was always who you wanted to be with - even when he was the cause?

Two successive knocks at the door sounded and you just sat there, unmoving. You weren’t in the mood for visitors.

'Y/n? It’s me. Open the door.’


You smirked as you decided you’d let him sit out there for a while, until he gave up and went home.

But he wasn’t willing to give up that easily.

'Y/n,’ he sighed. 'I know you’re in there. If you don’t open the door I’m coming in.’

A dismissive snort escaped you as you fought the urge to laugh. What was he going to do? Break the door down?

After a long moment and a few more swigs from the vodka bottle, you heard a key rattling in the lock.

Fuck. He had a key.

'Y/n?’ He hesitantly approached you as if you were a wounded animal before immediately removing the glass bottle from your grip and leaving it on the tabletop, out of reach.

'Have you been crying?’ His voice was gentle, and it made you want to collapse into his arms and sob.

Did he even have to ask whether you’d been crying? Your eyes were an angry red and tears still slowly descended from them.

You didn’t want to speak.

You didn’t want to shout.

You just wanted him to hold you, but you knew he wasn’t going to.

'What?’ Your voice was defeated and monotonous and he sat on the floor across from you, staring at you until you glanced up to meet his dark eyes.

'There’s no point in this.’ You said, shrugging your shoulders halfheartedly.

'You don’t understand. And I can’t make you.’

The alcohol pumping through your system made you seem devoid of emotion; like a spectator without any emotional connection.

You liked it.

Because this way, you wouldn’t succumb to those dark eyes and the way he would watch your lips as you spoke; or the way he touched you, leaving marks on your skin that only he could see. Marks that you couldn’t remove, on both your mind and body.

You were his, through and through.

But not like this.

'Why don’t you want to tell people about me?’ You asked, getting straight to the point.

'Because no matter who I’m associated with, people hate them. Sure, there are rumours and lies; but we know they’re not true. I just- I don’t want you to have to put up with abuse when I know I can prevent it,’ he said, his voice quiet and vulnerable.

'I’m sorry,’ he said. 'I know I should’ve said something earlier but you know how shitty I am with words- please stop crying, baby. Please,’ his voice cracked; it fucking killed him to think that you were in this state because of him.

Relief washed over your senses as he wrapped your body in his arms and you buried your head in his chest, holding onto him tightly.

'I’m so sorry baby,’ he whispered into your ear as he rocked you back and forth in his arms, stroking your hair.

All this time, he was just trying to protect you.

'Don’t leave,’ you whispered, 'stay here tonight.’

He nodded before gently wiping your tears away with his thumb and attaching his lips to yours; and once again, he’d managed to make everything okay.

He pulled you to his chest once more and kissed your forehead as he promised himself he’d never let you feel like this ever again, for as long as he could help it.

I’m so sorry I haven’t posted much this week - school has been determined to fucking KILL ME lmao but anyway, I hope this was okay and I hope it made it up to you lol

Stay safe and I luv u!! X

Anyone who says Sherlolly doesn't deserve to be canon because Sherlock treats Molly badly and he'll only push her around if they finally got together must not have seen - or must have completely ignored - Series 3 and the Christmas scene from A Scandal in Belgravia.

Molly has grown so much since this moment:


She called him out on his appalling behaviour and got him to apologise without yelling at or getting nasty with him. This is also the first time he apologised to anyone in the show.


She got him to apologise with just one look. One. Look.


She could tease him and mess around with him. Seriously. He was about to apologise when he saw her smile!

She stood up to him on behalf of the people who love and care about him.


She demanded him to apologise.


She didn’t back down even when he tried to deflect her anger by commenting on her failed engagement.


While it’s not actually Molly, he still retained the memory of her slaps in his mind palace and used it to force himself to focus, which helped him make good choices that kept him alive.


Now tell me: Is Molly Hooper the kind of woman who’d let Sherlock Holmes treat her badly and push her around?

Also, have you all forgotten these?







In Series 3, Sherlock treated Molly a little more kindly than he did in the first two series. He made sure that she would never think she didn’t count to him again. After everything they’ve been through, do you really think he’ll try to push her around and treat her badly in Series 4 or ever again? 


The same as I love you, you’ll always love me too.
This love isn’t good unless it’s me and you.

Compilation of a few stuffs I posted on Twitter and here they come with captions. Drawing them still hurts my heart, they’re too good…

  • What she says: I'm fine
  • What she means: I've been wondering for years now why "Just Can't Let Her Go" didn't make it onto an album. It's so catchy and not releasing it just doesn't make any sense. Was it punishment for something? Did we do something wrong? Why leak half the song and never a follow up? This could have been a chart topper. Was she so mean that she didn't let them release it? Why do bad things happen to good people?

oddly, kalia had been a weird place for the last couple of days. it wasn’t an enjoyable feeling, or one that she wanted to dwell on. all she wanted to do was get out of this rut by any means necessary. she was thankful to have a friend like reza who was willing to come over in her time of need, mostly in need of some company so she drive herself up a wall. kalia changed herself out of the jeans and jacket that she had been wearing earlier, changing into a basic matching pajama set and a pair of slippers. her hair was piled on the top of her head as she cleaned up around her apartment and called for some pizza, actually surprised that she was ordering six pizzas for the two of them. she wasn’t even sure if she had enough space in her fridge for what they probably couldn’t finish. just as she was getting ghost into his crate for the night, the brunette heard a knock on her front door, heading over to answer it to keep the other from waiting. “come on in,” she spoke, opening the door a little wider as she stepped out of the way. “the pizza’s on it’s way. i tried to get different toppings, i wasn’t sure of what you liked, though.” @ripfassihi