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Dear Ex. I don’t see why you mind if I die. Either way you’ll pretend you’re okay and continue on with another pretty girl

NIALL IS WEARING THE CRISPEST AND MOST CLEAN-CUT WHITE BUTTON UP I COULD DIE RIGHT NOW I COULD DIE AND BE OKAY AND EVERYTHING IS OW ND ERFL HE LOOSK SO HOT

  • person:What's on your 'to do list' ?
  • me:Well.. Demi Lovato, Scarlett Johansson, Alycia Debnam Carey, Sarah Shahi, Eliza Taylor, Naya Riv...
  • person:Stop. I meant what you wanna do before you die.
  • me:Uhh okay I wanna fuck Demi Lovato, sleep with Scarlett Johansson, make sweet love to Alycia Debnam Carey, making whoopee with Sarah Shahi, make babies with Eliza Tayl..
  • person:jfc
  • me:(͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

moriartystayingalive asked:

OMGOMGOMGOMG YOU'RE ACTUALLY TAKING PROMPTS I'M GOING TO DIE. *deep breath* Okay, so I have a mighty, mighty need for either demon!Sherlock living with John in 221B and John slowly figures out that something's not right, but then the demon refuses to leave Sherlock and seduces John. OR, I would love a fic where Sherlock is a violinist in a rock/punk band. Also, let me know if I did this wrong and you want requests sent to you in a different way. I'm just so excited! Your writing is perfect. <3

OH MYGOD. moriartystayingalive I AM SO SORRY THIS IS LATE. I FOUND THE DOC FOR THIS TONIGHT AND REALIZED I HADN’T FINISHED IT SO I HUNTED DOWN YOUR ASK, PLEASE FORGIVE ME (HUGS)

Not quite what you wanted… but sort-of demon-Sherlock? A very confusing piece, I’m sorry HUGS.

  • - Title: By His Shadow

Summary When Sherlock was twenty-two, he let himself by possessed by a demon. The demon never left.


The thing about demons is that they used to be angels too. What does that say about angels, if they’re as easy to corrupt as human beings?


No, Sherlock thinks as he finishes the summoning circle, if angels and demons are anything like humans than the damned must be the ones who push the rules… the ones with the answers he craves. They are the ones worth demanding knowledge from.


He lets his blood drop down in rivers from his eyes and his wrists and waits as the shadows twist and turn and mold themselves into something malleable, something understandable to human eyes, before a figure steps into the circle, staring down at kneeling Sherlock.


It’s… it’s himself.


“…Impossible,” Sherlock breathes.


“Nothing is impossible, if there is proof of it before your eyes,” his doppelganger, replies with whited out eyes. Nothing but a tiny dot of dark blood-red to indicate pupils. He even speaks with the same accent, the same tells and bored monotone.


“You’re not real,” Sherlock growls. “You’re an illusion. Made of mirrors. A trick of a spell. I’ll get rid of you—”


“Don’t be stupid,” the thing drawls, his disdain grating to Sherlock’s ears. “You know the spell is valid. The evidence was there when you researched it… no, you just don’t want to admit that the greatest demons… lie… in… yourself,” the thing blows smoke against Sherlock’s face.

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Brandon relaxed back on to the couch he was sitting on, another thing that his parents had unknowingly bought him. He was surrounded by them, all purchased in cash of course. There was no trail that way. He had had to stop himself from laughing at the look on the face of the lady at the furniture store when he had pulled out a couple thousand dollars in cash. She had probably thought he was a bank robber or drug lord. The truth was even worse than that. He was tired from moving around all day, even though he had had little to unpack since they couldn’t bring any of their belonging with them besides what would be normal to take on a mission. It would have been suspicious for them to pack up all of their belongings and then to “die.” “I hope my sister is okay.” he said, voicing the thoughts that were running through his head. “Maybe once my parents are dead I can go back and explain this all to her.” He stated, knowing that day would be a long way away. They were both still young and although this job took people early they knew what they were doing to survive a long time. Maybe even reach retirement. If he ever saw his sister again they would be at least middle aged, if not older. “Do you think this is the right thing?”

Okay I’m so excited about this recipe. I haven’t tested it out yet but it comes with good reviews from fellow vegans. 

I am willing to bet the cumin and coriander seeds could be replaced with equal amounts ground cumin and coriander, and I doubt you need to use a pepper grinder. Just use whatever pepper you have.

If you do end up using the seeds, don’t bother with a mortar and pestle. Use a small coffee grinder. They are cheap and much easier.

Arrow Season Finale Dialogue Tease: "Wait. What do you mean I left them all to die? Oops. Okay. That one's my bad." - Oliver Queen

Arrow Season Finale Dialogue Tease: “Wait. What do you mean I left them all to die? Oops. Okay. That one’s my bad.” - Oliver Queen

— Marc Guggenheim (@mguggenheim)

May 13, 2015


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May 13, 2015 at 09:15AM

“Well, how do I begin? Where do I start? I guess it all started on a lovely day a couple years ago. No, no, no because I don’t remember when it started or where it began slowly taking over. I can’t remember the last time I was alright. What I can remember is some of the good days or shall I say moments. I can’t remember the last time I walked out in public without feeling insecure or judged. I can’t remember the last time I was able to talk to somebody without a fear of saying something stupid or messing it up. I can’t remember the last time I actually went to sleep at a reasonable hour, or the last time my thoughts weren’t the loudest thing in the room. I can’t remember the last time I was okay.  I didn’t die a few years ago only a part of me did, since then I haven’t been the same. I’ve been tainted by this troubled world, we all have….”

-E.A