it doesn not matter it is not of this world

Perfect - Request

Requested by @fandom-queen-of-the-world:  may I request a Sherlock (BBC) and reader fic where the reader has trouble liking her body (as in she is slightly plus size) and sherlock shows her how much she means to him?

Pairing: Sherlock x reader

Word count: 1,116

Warnings: Insecurity (?)

A/N: Tiny and fluffy, just for you. Also, to whoever feels related, know that you are beautiful. The fact that we are beautiful in different ways doesn’t make us less or more beautiful from one another. We are all snowflakes, and snowflakes are gorgeous no matter what.


Originally posted by sherlockspeare

She was once again standing in front of the mirror. The magazine laying at her bed was full of women with bodies so fit they made one feel like starting a diet right away.

They were beautiful, skinny, tall… Everything a woman would love to be.

She looked at her own body. Stretch marks, a bit of cellulite even, and her love handles were huge, as well as the fat rolls on her belly that had once been un-existent. She was ordinary, not a gorgeous face, so her looks didn’t work to dissimulate her extra weight.

Suddenly, Sherlock’s face appeared on the mirror behind her.

He placed his warm hands on her shoulders and then slid the down to her waist. “So beautiful.” He whispered on her ear as he placed a feather-like kiss on her cheek.

She sighed heavily. “Mind knocking next time?”

“And miss the chance to see you in your underwear with a lot of light? I’m afraid I can’t do that.” He replied and wrapped his arms around her waist. “What’s wrong?” He asked, noticing the sad look on her face.

“I’m wrong.” She answered bitterly.

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She was there, the girl they called ugly, the girl they say she doesn’t matter, the girl who made the world like she doesn’t exist. Look at her. She was there, standing at her own rain, washing herself with tears. She did everything, pleased everyone. But what she got? Nothing. Rejection.

She was there, the girl they wish to die, standing and wishing that she would disappear. The world made her, into something not meant to be. She’s harmed, not physically, but mentally and emotionally. She wanted to be gone because she believed what other’s said. She doesn’t matter, loved, cared. She’s just a piece of trash.

I don’t know what’s on her mind right now. But I’m afraid of the things she can do. Mixed up emotions, messed up thoughts. A perfect combination for self destruction. Look at her, not looking at you, because she doesn’t want to be seen as weak, vulnerable. She tried to be strong, but she can’t.

She was there, the girl who was once alone, risked herself in the company of others. Made friends. Loved. But in the end, she was right. Anyone, even the ones you trust will hurt you. Badly. She was there, fading along with the rain, washing her away slowly. I was going to save her.

But it was too late.

I have had a lot of phases: the shy girl, the disciplined girl, the girly girl, the I don’t care girl, the sneaky girl, the business woman (girl).

Now I came to the phase I don’t need to proof or show anyone anything.
I simply become more and more myself how I was as a little girl: dreaming in my own world, being my own boss, helping those in need.

this is what I will be, I am thankful for all the people who came to my path- good nor bad doesn’t matter.

It shapes you and fills you as a whole. Be grateful :)

Is that Instagram account the real Helena Bonham Carter?
  • I just looked again and seen that the display image is gone and now I'm confused in the matter? Also, what is the username, does she call herself Helsa?
  • I thought it could be real as we know she is always taking pictures of different things, so maybe she wanted to share her photography with the world! That would of been splendid to see!
  • Seems to me that we have another hoax on our hands just like the twitter account fiasco.
  • *sighs* It's a sad time when your idol doesn't have any social media!

anonymous asked:

"He was in a good mood," is he normally in a bad mood or something?

I think the writer points it out because it is not definitely always that the people interviewed are in a good mood. Promoting films is serious work, actors have to travel all around the world in relatively short time, get jetlagged and yet have to show a smiling face to every interviewer no matter how often they have been asked the same questions. In Tom’s case however pointing it out is, well, pointless, because he is such an energizer bunny. But she propably doesn’t know that.

I want you to take a second and just breathe. Listen to the sound of your breath. You have come incredibly far in your life. Sure, you’ve made some mistakes, but you’ve also done incredible things that have changed the lives of those around you for the better. Even if it’s something small, like a smile or a laugh, it matters. Small moments can change the world, just like large ones can. In many ways, a small gesture of kindness is more powerful than a large epiphany of sorts. I suppose what I’m trying to say is that you shouldn’t ever think that what you do doesn’t matter, even if it’s small. Many seemingly insignificant acts can create many significant ripples.

I wonder if I will find someone who feels the same way about kids as I do.. I don’t know how most men feel about having children but I wouldn’t want to fall in love with somebody and get married and then have them push me to have a baby and it ends up ruining everything because I don’t know if I can do that… I don’t think I’m built for bearing a child I think I could get really hurt. Plus, I don’t mean this to be selfish, but if I don’t really want it to happen it doesn’t matter because it will take over my life anyway.. so when will I fulfill my education and career goals? How could I do that with a child to take care of and what would our financial state be? Also I would be really worried to bring up a child in the world we live in. Yes this world can be beautiful, but we’re overpopulating and destroying our Earth. I don’t want the human race to be eradicated of course…. but a decrease in birth rates and population could do some good….
What if the person I love thinks my reasons and fears are irrational or too radical? What if that ends things and I struggle to find someone who accepts what I believe?

I mean I’m not really upset about this right now, I kind of feel like I’ll cross that bridge when I get there, but I’m just kind of wondering.

Questions about Worldbuilding!

Tentatively calling the world/continent that my rpg storyline idea focuses on “Eiros” so I thought of some questions I wanna get some people’s opinions on

(It’d probably be cleanest to reblog it or message me lol)

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I'm really excited for these inauguration crowd numbers to come in.

Don’t cook the books either Donald. We all know your event was dry. No matter how many times CNN anchors repeat majestic or peaceful transition of power. The world can see America divided and the chaos in the streets. Barack we love you but it would’ve been equally presidential if you would’ve just walked on out while Donald got through that struggle speech trashing your career. The majority knows man, we know you did good. We see it. The majority sees Donald for who he is too. He ain’t slick. And it’s too bad the majority doesn’t count. In any event, a first family that I can relate to will be missed. Really though.

i really have to kind of admire just how brutally blunt lemony snicket was in his books marketed to goddamn preteens that good people, including adults that really, really ought to help you, can and will let you down, that the world generally doesn’t give us answers to our most burning questions no matter how much we want them, and that in the end, there are going to be times when you have absolutely no clue, no vindication, no sign, no nada, nothing that what you are doing is the right thing. 

Lady Gaga's Superbowl setlist leaked!!!

Lights go out, the crowd goes silent. A huge unicorn appears onstage. The gays flock on the field wearing nothing but relics from the “Artpop” era. Suddenly, a voice echoes throughout the stadium: “It doesn’t matter if you love him, or capital H I M” A republican drops dead. The unicorn explodes, releasing a cloud of glitter and grease. Tom Brady chokes on this eleganza. Gaga emerges wearing nothing but an American flag. She sings the first verse and chorus of “Born this Way”, immediately destroying every nuclear weapon in the world. She stops, looks straight at the camera: “My name is lady Gaga, but you can call me Joanne”. An electric guitar bursts into flames while Gaga belts out “Perfect Illusion”, dismantling the white supremacy. The song suddenly fades out into “Manicure” for fifteen seconds. A dance interlude storms onstage, while the “Venus” chants morphs into “Dance in the Dark”. An exorcism is performed live onstage. The démon rises up, followed by “Bad Romance”. The Wesboro Baptist Church disappears into oblivion. GOP is drowned into hot cheetos, which allows time for Cher to become the first female US president. The new United States of America is reborn to the tune of “Poker Face”, sung as a duet with Tony Bennett. Lady Gaga kicks a football and score a touchdown. Texas becomes officially gay™. The performance ends, as Tony Bennett drops his flesh suit to reveal… BEYONCÉ!!! “Téléphone Part 2/Judas/Video Phone” mash up grants three wishes to every person who ever bought “Joanne” and watched “AHS: Hotel”. Laganja Estranja death drops on Joe Biden’s face. Lady Gaga shoots fireworks from her Versace boobs while singing “The edge of Glory”, effectively ending homophobia everywhere in the world. The stadium erupts in applause, as Lady Gaga’s voice fades away, singing the iconic bridge from “Applause”. A jock in the audience turns to Barack Obama wearing a rainbow jacket, and whispers “She did that.” Obama answers “yes, she did.” Iconic.

Originally posted by samisoffthewall

These are the lessons I have learned, the words left unsaid, the words that have resonated in my heart.

1. Don’t compare yourself to other people. Each and every person goes about life at their own pace. It doesn’t matter if it takes you one month, three weeks, or a few years longer than everyone else. Do not lose your individual color trying to catch up to the world.

2. Look at where you are, who you’re with, what you’ve become. That is exactly where you need to be. Do not be afraid of the future and do not dwell on the past, because at this exact moment you are exactly where you are supposed to be. Do not doubt that.

3. If you’re depressed and you know it, admit it. That is the first and most important step to recovery. Don’t cover it up with facades like a band-aid. Nor should you wrap yourself with it like a blanket. But throughout that whole process of healing, know that you are still you. When you’re humming along to your favorite Daphne Loves Derby song or when you’re crying in the corner of the bathroom, that is still you.

4. Accept that others want to help you, too. You are not meant to go about this life alone. No one is. There will always be a community of people, small or large, that is willing to stay by your side. Some moments might be obvious and come in the form of a telephone call or a hug. Other times it may be that they see bits and pieces of you in their day, and that is enough. You don’t need to do everything alone.

5. Guard your heart but do not barricade it from the world, even from yourself. I believe it’s been long enough and you owe it to yourself to open up.

6. You had a very simple dream in high school. You wanted to touch people’s lives, to help them love themselves in a way that you never could. You wanted to make sure that everyone saw a light, even when they couldn’t see it themselves. Even if it was only one person, that was your dream. Right now, at this moment, you are accomplishing your dream. Remember that.

7. You will have your time to leave on a new adventure. It may not be now or in the next month, but that time will come. And when it does, be ready to leave without looking back. One day you’ll be able to stretch your wings.

8. You will be okay.


Take your friends out on dates. Treat them to a shitty meal at your fav fast food restaurant and then take them to a movie, or go bar hopping, or lay in your bed and watch Netflix all damn day. Literally anything that reminds the people closest to you that you’re there and you love them is the most rewarding thing in the world. It doesn’t matter the way that you do it, just do it. Because sometimes people need to be reminded that they’re valid and incredibly loved. And who better to do it than you?

When someone cries so hard that it hurts their throat, it is out of frustration or knowing that no matter what you can do or attempt to do can change the situation. When you feel like you need to cry, when you want to just get it out, relieve some of the pressure from the inside - that is true pain. Because no matter how hard you try or how bad you want to, you can’t. That pain just stays in place. Then, if you are lucky, one small tear may escape from those eyes that water constantly. That one tear, that tiny, salty, droplet of moisture is a means of escape. Although it’s just a small tear, it is the heaviest thing in the world. And it doesn’t do a damn thing to fix anything.
—  Chase Brooks, Hello, My Love 2: First Love Deserves a Second Chance

You are allowed to correct people on your pronouns and your name - no matter how they react, no matter all the eye rolls and sighs and slip ups, you’re valid. You are allowed to correct and educate people on the gender spectrum, but you’re also allowed to decline comment -  your identity doesn’t make you a walking talking information point. You are allowed to tell people what they’re saying or doing is offensive to you. You are allowed to express your existence in this binary centric world, and I’m proud of you for doing so.

Can you imagine if an internet connection was established between different worlds and suddenly people from different universes could communicate with each other

Someone makes a post complaining about how “an asshole at work today didn’t trim his dragon’s claws and now the floor is scratched” and someone else is like WAIT YOUR WORLD HAS DRAGONS EXPLAIN and OP ends up explaining what he sees as his boring everyday dragon job to all these strangers who think it’s the coolest thing ever

An elf from your average high fantasy world chats with a robot from a sci-fi universe and discovers that it doesn’t matter that he’s horrible with a bow and arrow because it turns out he’s really good at this thing called astrophysics

“What do you mean your people are suffering because the king got killed and everything’s falling apart? Here, I’ll send you info about the basics of our different governments. Go restructure your economy.”

The blending of different cultures. The discussion of different types of magic. Ideas about fusing science and magic. The sharing of technologies. Lives being saved because zombie-apocalypse-world is giving nuclear-apocalypse world survival tips or that one centaur told an alien about a new medical treatment.

inter-dimensional social media

I don’t wanna hear “what’s up” all the damn time. I’m serious. talk about what you wanna do with your life or your favorite childhood memory or your favorite color and why it’s your favorite color. what you wanna do when you grow up; even if it’s ridiculously unrealistic. what you think about when you look up into the sky at night and if you believe in aliens, ghost, vampires, or zombies. and it doesn’t matter if your opinion is different from mine because everybody’s mind works differently. nor will your opinion always be the same as mine, but it won’t matter because I will fall in love with the way your mind works and how you see everything in this world.
I just think it’s so cool when two people can have a conversation about the most unusual topics and feel completely comfortable with talking about it just because they want to know the way their minds work.

Sometimes, Dean breaks.

He holds it together when he needs to. An apocalyse? He can handle it. Making sure Sam’s okay, no matter what hell he’s dealing with? Dean is a steel support beam.

But every now and then, when he’s alone and everyone he loves is safe and the world is relatively quiet, he falls apart. He has to, has to let himself feel everything, shove it out of his body sob by sob so that it doesn’t get in the way next time.

Tonight, when he falls down into the bed, slams his face into the pillow, there’s a hand on his back. A familiar, soothing hand.

“Are you alright, Dean?”

Dean pushes himself up and rolls over, ready to tell Cas that he’s fine, that he’s just tired, and Cas misunderstood his body language.

But then he sees Cas’ eyes, soft and gentle and concerned. There are oceans and skies and centuries in those eyes, and it doesn’t really matter if Cas sees him like this.

“Not really,” Dean answers honestly.

“Can I help?”

Dean smiles sadly. “I wish you could, Cas.”

Cas stands awkwardly for a moment, then leans forward to squeeze Dean’s shoulder. Dean pats his hand, and it’s such a solid and comforting weight that Dean lets his own hand settle over it.

Dean isn’t sure how, but he ends up in Cas’ arms, nose tucked up under Cas’ ear as he hides in Cas’ neck.

And tonight, that’s where Dean falls apart.

And it becomes the place where Dean gets put back together again.