letter to mommy

On who the Real Showrunner is

We’ve always known that the psychopath monster Mary Morstan makes us vomit with disgust over her pure unadulterated evil, but the level of her supposed cleverness in being the actual title holder of Moriarty the criminal organization (or as Sherlock called it in the released S1 scripts, “Crime Ltd.”) really does make her a virus. The virus.

Mary Morstan Infected the Real Story Tellers

She has utterly corrupted the Story Tellers - Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss - that they are no longer recognizable as the writers who gave us S1 to TAB.

Did she reprogram Mofftiss? Drugged them with a powder from a folded paper? Tampered with their IV and threatened them while drugged and injured to “Never tell John” aka never tell us the true story that’s 130 years overdue?

Shot them for making a funny face?

She announced her fake birth in a far-right UK broadsheet as if she were either British or Queen-and-Country-ish. Of which she is neither.

She tried - and is successful so far - in usurping the title Story Teller from Steven and Mark that she tried to tell the story of her fake baby herself, making sure to throw shade at Sherlock in those very few words, and pass it off as a joke. Just to drive home the false point that Sherlock cares not about the “baby” nor John.

Mary Morstan Infected the Characters

She hired a cartoonish has-been (or never-was) actor who gave the most offensive portrayal of gayness and mental illness (the existence of which is offensive itself when perpetually paired with gayness), turning him into the stereotype of the creepy stalking sexual predator with the irritating antics of an attention-seeking 8-year old boy.

Mary hired an annoying caricature to make nauseating gifs and nightmarish soundbites that she could upload to every screen in England and Azkaban.

Then Mary killed him shortly after he says, “Nah, you talk big.” Thus rendering him forever a failure in “burning the heart out” of Sherlock. Was the irony lost on her or is she really that homophobic such that it was deliberate?

One could say Jiminy Creeper gave his life for his art. Or did he? If Mary can access MI-5 from a phone in seconds, then she could make up an entire public backstory about “Richard Brook” the allegedly multi-awarded actor. But is actually an over-the-top nobody.

Mary Morstan Infected the True Story

Mary Morstan’s presence all throughout S4 was intrusive (or as better writers have put it “it felt chaperoned”) because Mary was telling us S4 with the arrogance of a self-inserting malevolent author. Mary gets the last word in S4 (and far too many words besides) because she is its Story Teller.

Mary Morstan is also S4’s alt-right propagandist, conjuring a dystopian tale where Greg, John, Sherlock, and Mycroft are redundant, abusive, gullible, and spineless - respectively. Where POCs are rare, and stupid when they show up. Where little old ladies are road hazards. Where teams of government officials dedicate an entire room and resources for surveillance and nepotism. Where cross-dressing uncles lock up their 6-year old gifted nieces in prison.

An alt-right world Mary force feeds us through John’s and Sherlock’s drugged state where she recycles her homophobic script for the long-dead Jiminy Creeper and speaks them in a woman’s voice, another caricature of gayness and mental illness.

A bizarre world in which Molly is a sickeningly pathetic 40-year old woman with the emotional maturity of a 16-year old while her self-important nagging is ignored, her medical degree ultimately useless, and her public humiliation and torture make her come back for more.

An un-buy-able world in which Mary Morstan is a self-effacing, saccharine letter writing, saintly mommy with a cheating husband, but is “cute” and “better” than her army doctor husband as a crime-solving match for Sherlock.

A surreal world in which a smart, educated, insightful, articulate fan base of Sherlock is systematically engineered to paint them as sex-crazed gay fetishizers who, in their genius, could be nothing else than unnatural.

Mary Morstan’s wresting the story away from Moffat’s and Gatiss’ hands - and rewriting Mycroft as someone who would date a colleague old enough to be his mother (possibly because his own mother thinks him “very limited”) - is a heist that the literary, cinematic, artistic, and philosophical world has to either solve or else live with.

Mary Morstan Infected the Strong Woman Narrative

March is Women’s Month, today March 8 is Women’s Day. Mary Morstan’s idea of an empowered woman is one who murders her friends, betrays her colleagues to their deaths, abandons her infant daughter (fake as it is) to escape the consequences of her crimes, uses her husband as a human shield from the murderous colleague she betrayed, and runs away while his best friend lifts a table to shield her husband instead.

Mary Morstan has overtaken both the fictional and real universe even before S4 aired in her quest to quell the truth of the 130-year old tale. She infects every hopeful heart, hacks every clue to the truth, reformats perceptions, and distorts memories of all that is good and right and noble and beautiful and true.

And she laughs with glee in every available platform online and off each time a troll destroys hope for resolution.

Mary Morstan is a rogue character escaped from a fictional universe wreaking havoc in her wake. It’s about time we went after the actual villain and not the discredited heroes. Waiting 2 years for an acquittal with only the Andersons among us speculating and repenting is such a grave miscarriage of justice.

It’s time to take down Mary Morstan the Moriarty figurehead. Kill that virus.

Unleash the secret.

Stop Your Crying

Originally posted by solo-harry

Hello, so ever since I heard the story behind SOTT, it inspired me to write this. It is my first piece of writing. I plan on writing a series inspired by the songs from Harry’s new album. I also take requests, and I want to build my collection of writing. Shoot me a message, and feedback is greatly welcomed. Also, follow me and give ideas! I am also planning on writing a plus size/ curve story this weekend. I don’t have a set in stone storyline yet, so send me ideas

9 months ago, Harry received the best news of his life. His wife, Y/N was expecting their first child together. Harry remembered his wife’s shaky hands and nervous smile. He remembers her uneasiness when she muttered those two words that would change his life forever, “I’m pregnant.”

He remembers how his heart skipped a beat when he heard her speak those two little words. He remembered how he felt those wet, burning tears prick his eyes.

4 months ago, Harry and Y/N were in the doctor’s office, waiting for the doctor to come into the room to perform the ultra sound that will let them know if they should name the baby after his mum or her dad. Harry had a feeling that there would a second Anne in the world, and even though Y/N argued saying “no, Harry, we’re having a Richard.” Deep down, she knew that the baby that was growing inside of her was a girl with her  hair color and his piercing green eyes.

When the doctor came into the room she greeted them, washed her hands and got straight to business. The doctor warned Y/N of the cold gel before she placed it on her growing, swelling belly. Y/N flinched, not because of the temperature of the gel, but because of excited, expectant father squeezing her hand.

Y/N looked at her husband, of a year and flashed him a bright smile when they heard their baby’s heartbeat. Harry was far more emotional than Y/N. Y/N was a strong person, and did not like to appear weak or emotion. There was always a joke between friends and family that Harry and Y/N were the perfect example how gender roles and characteristics in relationships were a sham.

However, Y/N did shed a tear when she found that out that in about 5 to 4 months there would be an Anne Katherine Styles. They were going to have a little girl. A little, delicate girl with her grandmother’s name, her mum’s hair, and her dad’s piercing green eyes.

But now, those memories seem like a lifetime away. Harry was supposed to helping his wife during late night feedings, and changes right now. He should not be laying in bed counting down the hours to his wife’s funeral. 

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Percival as a dad headcanon

Requested: Hey I was wondering if i could request something like how Percival Graves and how he will act as a father . If You can 

Of course!!

So I kind of made it like how he would act while you’re pregnant and then how he would treat his baby. I’m really bad at headcanons lol but tell me what ya’ll think.

Percival when you’re pregnant:

  • When you were pregnant, he’d always be there for you and make sure that you were comfortable or safe etc.
  • Percival would not allow you to do anything. He would always cook for you, make you tea or hot chocolate, and even run baths for you.
  • You loved how much he cared for you, but it got to the point where you would become extremely annoyed every time he tried to do anything for you.
  • “Percival, put down the pan or so help me god I will not eat anything you prepare tonight!”
  • “Darling, I don’t want you to stress.”
  • “You make me stressed!”
  • That was the one time he finally let you cook and run your own bath.
  • Percival loved kissing the baby bump. Whenever he’d come back home, he’d always greet you and lean down to give his soon to be born baby a big kiss.
  • He also secretly loved telling people that the two of you were expecting a baby.
  • In fact, the first person he told was his mom. She was so excited that she couldn’t help but call you every week just to see if you were ok.
  • She would also send in food. It was delicious, of course.
  • Whenever the two of you would cuddle, Percival would lovingly rub the baby bump and tell it how much he already loved them.

After the pregnancy:

  • Your first child was a baby girl.
  • Percival was so happy, once you got back home he couldn’t stop cradling her and telling her all of the things he was going to teach her.
  • As she got older, she began to learn more about her magical abilities.
  • By the time she was 5, she was able to knock over or move things around the room.
  • Percival had to magic proof the whole house just to make sure she wouldn’t knock over anything important.
  • He dedicated a whole day to her just to show her how to learn to control her magic like daddy.
  • That was your favorite memory of the two because that was the day she had magically taken a picture off of a nearby table and ‘accidentally’ hit Percival straight in the face.
  • “Daddy this is fun!”
  • “Sweetheart, don’t hit people in the face.”
  • Then came the time she could go to Ilvermorny.
  • He would tell her everything he knew about the school, all of his memories, his schooling, and even how he met you.
  • Then came the time to send her off.
  • He had hugged her tight and told her to always send him letters so he knew she was ok.
  • Once she had to leave, he couldn’t help but tear up a bit at the fact that his little girl was growing up.
  • The two would exchange letters every day. Percival would come home from work and on his desk there would always be a letter waiting to be opened.
  • The letter would be addressed to ‘mommy and daddy’ and you and Percival would open it together and read all about the fun memories your little girl was making.

Originally posted by baby-funny

I went to Target to pick up some diapers. My kid is almost two and half potty trained, so I thought pull ups might be a good idea. Until I saw “boy” and “girl” styles. Nothing on the package said anything about the padding or fit being different. So I did what any sane person with a smartphone did. I googled.

This is what the Huggies website had to say under their FAQ’s.

“Does it matter whether my child wears "girl” pants or “boy” pants? Can’t I just use unisex pants?

As children go through toilet training, they become increasingly aware of gender differences. They look forward to becoming a “big boy” or a “big girl.”

Are you kidding me? Gender differences? Apparently Jake and the Neverland Pirates aren’t for “big girls.” Apparently Minnie Mouse and Doc McStuffins aren’t for “big boys.” Apparently Huggies (or maybe it’s Kimberly-Clark, the parent company) has no idea what gender means or what the differences even are.

If the packaging and website reflected that all patterns are for all kids, regardless of gender, I would have just bought the Jake and the Neverland Pirate set without a second thought and been on my way. My daughter LOVES that show and would have been beyond thrilled to have training pants with pirates on them! However, seeing this on your website? I’d rather not give you any of my money. If my daughter likes pirates, robots, or rocket ships, that doesn’t make her any less of a girl. If my son likes princesses, pink flowers, or Doc McStuffins, that doesn’t make him any less of a boy! Newsflash: what you are interested in does NOT have any influence over your gender!

For the record, I put the Huggies brand stuff back on the shelf. I bought the Target brand BOY patten because they have a green robot and my kid likes green, although admittedly not as much as Jake and his crew.

Maybe if companies like you didn’t say cool stuff was “boys only” then women wouldn’t be such a minority in STEM fields.

A mother who loves robots, dinosaurs, rocket ships, pirates, and being a girl!

Travelin’ Soldier

Summary: Reader is currently deployed in the army to an undisclosed combat area. She has been deployed for nearly two years. Anxiously awaiting her return is her husband and brother as they film for Supernatural. Letter comes informing the family that she may not be heard from for awhile and soon devastating news comes.

Characters: husband!Jensen x Reader, Jared x Reader (Twins), Gen, Shepherd and Thomas.

Words: 1849

Disclaimer: I do not own the title of the song Travelin’ Soldier by the Dixie Chicks at all. I simply thought it could be a little fighting. Not hate towards Danneel either, as this is simply fiction and not real.

Warnings: possible swearing, angst and war.

Author: Caitsy

A/N: This simply came to me. I may write a part two but if you want one let us know. Enjoy!

Originally posted by violet-phantomhive

Originally posted by aflamemandrakes

It was that time again when the homesickness took over her completely, it would nearly shatter her when it with such unforgiving power. The heat was getting to her, her eyes felt like sand would always be inside her sockets. She could literally taste the sand whenever she remotely smiled at her fellow comrades when the pitch of darkness didn’t swallow them whole. Her hands were cracked but the special ointment was used scarcely for when it was truly needed.

She was staring at the blank paper in front of her waiting for the pen in her hand to move. She didn’t know how she could manage to even write the first bit. Y/N felt that if she procrastinated writing the letter then maybe time would stop and she wouldn’t have to imagine the gut wrenching expressions that would come on her families faces.

The Sergeant had graciously allowed each of his soldiers to write a letter to their loved ones informing of the lack of communication soon. They were going to be radio silent to keep their position silent as they came close to their enemies. The war had brought Y/N to the sandy desert on a different continent than her home. Slowly allowing one tear to fall, she began writing.

Hey, buds:

I know must be a special occasion to hear from me more than once this month! I want you to know that I received the pictures of the boys. They’ve grown so much since I last saw them, I can’t wait to hug Shep and Tom. They’ll be the first ones I promise. I don’t have time to write you each individual letters given the reason why I’m writing right now. So I’ll split the paragraphs and keep it short.

Tom and Shep. I hope you’re doing well and behaving! I heard that Tom’s been telling his friends who his hero is. I will admit I cried when you wrote about it bud. You’ll never know so special it feels when you’re nephew announces that his Aunt is his hero. Shep, I know you probably don’t entirely remember given how long I’ve been gone on this tour. When I last saw you in person you were going just beginning to walk! I expect to see you running when you see me next. I’m holding you to it. I love you boys.

Jared, how’s my twin doing lately? I heard about the new season from Jensen and Gen. Damn, you’ve carved out a really nice career. I’m doing okay, still have all my limbs in place if you were wondering. Oh! A new soldier arrived a while back and you wouldn’t believe his name! Samuel Campbell. It blew my mind at how quick my mind went to your character on Supernatural. What are the odds huh? Anyway I hope Gen is okay. I really miss you guys. You wouldn’t believe how much and I’m coming home. I don’t know when but I will come home I promise. See you soon.

Gen! Congratulations on the pregnancy! I’m so excited for you and Jared. The ultrasound was sweet and I loved it. The one thing that got me the most was the picture you sent of the boys kissing you’re belly on each side. The message on the front was beautiful, ‘Aunt Y/N I can’t wait to meet you!’. God I wish I was there so much to help you get everything ready when Jared is filming. To help with the boys. I’m coming home as soon as I can.

Jensen, how. It’s been a rollercoaster the last five years with you. I hope you can forgive me for not being there on Valentine’s Day, your birthday, and my birthday. It killed me when I was informed my time was extended. Nearly two years have passed since I last saw you. I love you so much. You will never know how much and I’m so honoured to have met you, and married you. I’m making a promise to you. The minute I get home, we’re going to begin that family we’ve talked about for years. I miss you.

God the ending of this letter has come. I hate the ending of letters because it means ‘I have work to do’, don’t hate me for the reference haha. Anyway I began the letter talking about a special occasion and it’s probably made you sad and curious. My unit is being moved to an undisclosed area closer to enemy lines. I’ll admit the danger is definitely a lot higher given that after this letter I won’t receive anymore nor will I make anymore until we get back. Don’t worry. The unit’s done this before, which I was just given the go to tell you, and it’s second nature almost. I love you guys and I’ll see you soon.

Much love,

You’re aunt, sister, wife.



The day was nice out, the boys were running around in the backyard while Gen, showing now, stood in the kitchen finishing lunch. There was soft music playing in the background as she would glance out the window to see Shep and Tom on the jungle gym they had. Jared and Jensen were finishing filming, it was the last day for this year, and were due back soon. Today was more of a celebratory brunch.

“Tag! You’re it!” Shep screamed racing away from his older brother.

Gen smiled remembering the time when Tom had coerced Y/N into playing tag a couple weeks before she was deployed. She could remember as Y/N and Jared swore up a storm putting the jungle gym together one hot summer day.

“Son of a bitch!” Y/N screamed waving her hand around.

“You alright?” Jared laughed watching the pain on his twin sister’s face dissipate.

“Fine. Jesus thank god we’re done with this.” Y/N stated stepping back from their masterpiece.

“Give a year or two and we’ll be putting one up in your backyard.” Jared teased. He quickly frowned at how tense Y/N went at his words and how the atmosphere grew uncomfortable, “Are you okay?”

“Jensen and I talked about kids.” Y/N muttered staring at nothing in particular, “It blew into a fight a couple days ago. We’ve been avoided each other, he’s been staying with his sister the last couple of days.”

“That’s why he isn’t here.” Jared hummed, “What happened.”

“We fought about me being deployed. He was pretty upset and so am I. We said some nasty things, he brought up wanting a family and I shot it down. I want kids. I do, but I don’t want them to wonder when their mom is coming home. I see how torn Tom is and he’s not that old nor is he my kid!”

“I’m so sorry.” Jared said pulling her into his arms.

“He said he didn’t know if he could see a life without the possibility of kids.” Y/N sobbed brokenly, “Next thing I know he’s screaming that maybe kids would a horrible idea with my job.”

“He didn’t mean it. You’ll work it out.”

“Jared. I got the date I’m leaving.” Y/N whispered with tears welling up again, “I leave on Monday.”

“What?” Jared’s voice broke, “Does he know?”

“No. He won’t answer the phone. I got a text early this morning telling me that his phone would be off and he needed a couple days.” Y/N replied, “I leave in two days and my husband refused to talk to me.”

“Excuse me.” Jared’s voice broke striding into the house leaving Y/N on the ground broken.

Gen vividly remembered Jared’s voice telling his brother-in-law that Y/N was hurt badly. It didn’t take even half an hour before Jensen was in the backyard sobbing when he found out how long he had with his wife. She had never seen someone regret something that much.

She heard the knock on the door so she called out for a moment before waving the boys inside. Once Shep and Tom were in the living room with colouring books she walked to the front door, she had expected Jared is he had forgot his key. Her smile dropped at the two men in uniform.

“Mrs. Padalecki, we’ve been forwarded information to give to you. It was brought to our attention that you’re husband and Mr. Ackles work specifically during these months. We were informed that if something happened to Y/N during these months we were to come straight to you.” One of the men said handing over a letter.

“Mommy? Who’s at the door?” Gen’s youngest son asked. Gen cleared her throat looking back.

“Honey, go colour with Shep okay?” She smiled watching in thanks as Shep shrugged and walked back to the living room, “Come on it.”

The men followed her towards the kitchen watching as the pregnant woman shakily made herself some tea. They both shook their heads at her offer of refreshments.

“Gen?” Jared’s confused voice called. Jensen and him had walked up to the house seeing the nondescript car parked outside, “Is something wrong?”

Jared and Jensen stopped in the doorway seeing a barely holding it together pregnant woman and two uniformed men standing awkwardly at the counter. Jared and Jensen’s faces dropped at the letter clutched between Gen’s fingers.

“Mr Ackles. Mr Padalecki.” The taller of the two men said solemnly, “Now that you’ve joined we would like to offer our condolences at this time.”

Shep and Tom peeked around the corner watching the adults interact with each other, their mom and dad collapsed into each other while their Uncle Jensen fell to the ground. The boys were confused but watched as the two men walked to the front door smiling at the young boys.

“She co-could still be alive right?” Jensen’s voice cracked.

It had been a long time since Y/N’s last letter and they had been itching to hear from her again, it was shock to learn that Y/N was now considered MIA. Her unit had come back severely injured with one Y/N Ackles missing. In the weeks following the discovery the army had been tirelessly looking for to no avail.

The family of Y/N couldn’t believe the news nor did they believe that she was gone. She was out there, Jensen knew it.

A/N am I a terrible human? Do you want another part?

Part Two


Some of us in the Caregiver/Little community are starting a means of communicating with each other! We are trying to get an Awareness Week up and running! This is to help those in our community silently, and safely, show who we are to other Caregivers and Littles!

Here is How:

Starting September 26, 2016 those who wish to participate is to wear a piece of ribbon on their left wrist for the whole last week of September. We want to make this a monthly thing! So the last week of each month will be the time to wear your ribbon to signal other members of the community which role you are and that you are open to friendship! Each role has a designed color and needs to have the first letter of their role written clearly on the ribbon itself.

Ribbon Colors:

Daddies - Blue (with a letter D written on it)

Mommies - Purple (with a letter M written on it)

Boy Littles - Green (with a letter L written on it)

Girl Littles - Pink (with a letter L written on it)

Middles - Orange (with letter T written on it)

Switches - Yellow (with a letter S written on it)

We are trying to spread this as far as we can. Too many people in our community feel alone or segregated because it is incredibly hard to find each other. So help spread the word!

Remember! This is a SAFE means of communication! Do NOT wear a ribbon if you do not want anyone (in the community) to know who you are! DO NOT mistreat this process as well! Just because someone is showing who they are does not give you the right to harass them as a fellow member!

Lets make this movement work, everyone! We need to stick together! There are enough people out there who do not like our community! This will allow our support systems to grow!


Letters to Mommy. (JoshxReader)

Warning:This one involves death. Oh, and let’s pretend that your kids name is William.

The plan was simple. I was just going to the bank to get some money for William’s Birthday party. Josh was taking care of him and trying to make a cake at the same time. I offered to get a store bought cake but he said it wouldn’t be as special. I got out of the car and made my way towards the bank. The day was bright and sunny. Not a cloud in sight. It was warm yet breezy. I opened the door and went to get in line.

The line was short so this shouldn’t take long. I waited while checking instagram on my phone. People were wishing Will a happy birthday and making edits. I liked a few then turned my phone off before putting it in my pocket. I was the third person in line when my phone vibrated.

I got my phone out once again and saw that it was a text from Josh.

“Someone got into the can of frosting before I could use it.”

It had a picture attached. The photo was of Will covered in white frosting and his hands in the can. With big puppy eyes. I smiled shaking my head. Then another text came in.

“Okay, maybe I did too….annnnnd then we had frosting fight.”

This time there was a video attached. I clicked on it.

“Hey, babe umm….we kinda made a mess. Sorry!” Josh said chuckling.

“Yea, we’re sorry mommy.” William said pouting.

They were covered in Frosting. Bits of Josh’s face were smeared with the white frosting. William’s hair was up in all directions as if Josh was trying to style it.

“Love You Mommy! ” The boys shout at the same time causing people to look at me but I don’t care cause I love them . Then the video ends with them both laughing. I took a screen shot and posted it on instagram with the caption “Love my boys. :)” I texted them back saying that I loved them but they needed to clean up after.

I was the first in line when I heard it. Glass shattering and people screaming. I looked up to see two people in masks. One had a gun and the other was holding a knife.

My mind was racing too much for me to think. I started to panic and soon I couldn’t breath.

“Get on the ground. Give me the money.” One Man shouted. “Hurry Up!”

The other man was walking around trying to get everyone to stay on the ground. I was right next to the door. I had to think carefully. Should I die trying. Maybe I could get out. Josh. William. I might not see them again. Then there was black.

September 1st
Hi Mommy, I’m 5 now. I joined the soccer team today. The coach said I might be the best on the team. It’s been 1 year. I haven’t seen Uncle Tyler for almost a year. I miss him a lot. Daddy has been crying a lot lately. After I asked him when you were coming back. I still don’t understand why you left. I’m hoping that one day you will come back and read these letters. Do you remember Uncle Tyler’s baby Sophie? She’s 4 now She has Jenna’s eyes and Tyler’s Hair. She’s beautiful.

October 3rd
Hey Mom, I wanted to say that I love you and that i always will. Anyways, I’m 14 now. I’m in 8th grade and about to graduate. I wish you could be there. I miss you alot. I’ve been at Uncle Tyler’s house a lot. He seems well. Dad has been trying to see people but it’s not working because he hasn’t took off his wedding ring. I really don’t like him seeing someone’s else other than you. I just think that other girls think they can step right in and take your place. I’ve found pictures of you the other day. I could tell I had your eyes. Mom you were truly beautiful.

May 15th
Hey Mom, I’m in love. She is amazing. I want her to be the one i marry. I’m 20 now and have seen this girl for years now. I’m the luckiest man alive. Well besides Dad.

December 17th
Well Mom, I’m getting married. I’m happy. She said yes of course. I wish you could be here. Dad is walking her down the aisle because her Dad is’t here to do it. I love you mom but this is hard. I miss you so much and it’s getting really hard. Mom, sometimes i want to know how different life would be if you hadn’t went to the bank that day. Oh, and i forgot to mention much about who the girl was. Well, it’s actually Tyler’s daughter. I’m in love.

July 7th
Mom, you would have been a grandma. Sophie had a baby. We named her after you. Mom you would have held her in your arms today. You could have helped me with her. Given me tips maybe. I miss you alot.

That was the last page. Josh sat the journal down on the table. His eyes were red and sore. He remember all the times he had with you and Will. He missed you and he missed Will.

anonymous asked:

Tbh, I love your blog sm !!!!! Do you think you can do a dad!dk ? Thank you !


- rubs hands together and cracks knuckles 

- lets get to it

- this is sort’ve random but I see seokmin as someone who would want more than one kid, like 2 or 3

- more ideas just keep popping into my head and my heart is hurting ok ok 

- okay so I see seokmin as the type of dad who would take responsibility for the babies just as much or more than you 

- I only say more because you could be napping on the couch and then one of your children crying wakes you up so you open your eyes and are about to get up until seokmin places a kiss on your cheek and tells you to go back to sleep because he’s got it aND SMILES AT YOU AND SQUEE 

- would be an expert at changing diapers and can do it in like 5 seconds

- sometimes you stop and look at him like how in the fuck

- would spend extra time with your children teaching them the alphabet and how to count from 1 to 10 outside of preschool or kindergarten i am screaming 

-he’d most definitely use “d for daddy” to teach your kids the letter d

- and “m for mommy” to teach the letter m

- when your children are older but still children (like 5-8 years old and stuff) and they would crawl into your shared bed to sleep with you both because they’re scared seokmin will sing them lullabiES 

- soon when they need to learn to sleep in their own bed seokmin would still sit beside their bed and sing to them until the fall asleep to ease them into sleeping on their own

- each child would have a special stuffed animal to cuddle with from him !! 

- would be a cool dad when your children’s friends come over and ask if anyone wants to order a pizza or something

- all your children’s friends would like him too and sometimes he’d have conversations with them

- during the high school years he’d try to help with homework when needed

- also when his kids come to him like “dad you would not believe what happened today”

- he’d sit on the couch and be like “ooo what happened today tell me the details” in like a sassy voice I’m laughing

- your kids can talk to him like about anything

- he’d even give relationship advice or at least try to 

- and if any of your kids came home and had a terrible day

- that night he’d go and comfort them when they’re about to go to sleep and he’d sing them whatever their favorite lullaby used to be I wanna cry you guys 

- the next day they’d give him a big hug and thank him for being there for them in which he responds with “always” :’) 

- when they graduate he’d be so proud that he’d cry 

- but he’s not only crying because he’s proud but because his children are all grown up now 

- when they get sent off to college he’ll spend every last minute that he can with them and remind them to call him if they need anything, but to keep in touch nonetheless

- once they’re gone it’ll be a bittersweet moment for you both but he’ll turn to you and give you a reassuring kiss and tell you that now he’ll devote himself to treating you like the queen you are to him as if he wasn’t doing so before 

guys I almost cried writing this straight up seokmin would be an amazing dad 11/10, I hope you guys like this~ 

~pimp Sara

Unabashed Book Snobbery 2: GoT’s 10 Most OOC Characters

Spoilers only through GoT 5x05, with some book stuff thrown in that we feel really confident won’t spoil the show in any way.

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Anonymous said:
your top 10 about the characters most OOC from the show?

Once again, anon, well done. As soon as I saw this ask, I sent it over to my friend, and between the two of us, we painstakingly crafted a list. One Google Doc session later, we have the second installment in our series: Unabashed Book Snobbery. The following is a collaboration between myself and theculturalvacuum, who you should totally go follow right now.

Preface: this was a difficult list to construct, because while we feel very strongly about certain characters’ arcs completely missing the point of their book counterparts (Sansa is one the most egregious here, for example), we felt we really had to hone in more on characteristics. It was a painful animal to narrow down, but we feel fairly comfortable with our order. That’s not to say anyone off this list is without issue though.

Without further ado:

Honorable Mention: Arianne Nymeros Martell

Arianne’s whole thing is that she exists and she won’t let people forget it, so being nonexistent is WAY out of character for her. She would give Doran an earful if she knew about this.

10. Littlefinger

Littlefinger is a Sneaky Sneak. You could say this is pretty much true in both the books and the show, though what is sneaky about mailing a letter to one of your greatest foes that has a reputation for treason to let him know about your hidden asset is beyond us. Still…yes, both Littlefinger and his show counterpart, Batfinger, are indeed weasley-type characters. And both have incredibly inappropriate feelings towards Sansa Stark due to viewing her as an awkward combination of daughter and boyhood fantasy.

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Dear daughter,

It’s almost been six years since you were born and already I can see you seeking for approval. I’m trying my best to raise you with the values I favored from my childhood, and the ones that weren’t introduced.

You’ve fought with children on the playground, telling you that you’re not allowed to marry “miss poopsie”, your imaginary friend. Countless times I’ve heard you remind others that it’s okay to have an imagination; defending your tea party for two. With great concern, I’ve seen you approach others who seemed injured and offered your help. You open doors for everyone, offer flowers to strangers, sweetly hush crying babies.

Others physical appearance means nothing to you. You simply state that, “people just look the way they want, that’s it”, and go on about your business.

Although since starting school I’ve seen a change. Not about your attitude towards others, but your hunger for their acceptance. I’ve been there, we’ve all been there. I can tell you that the only person you need to gain acceptance from is yourself, but I’m certain that you’ll not heed my words. Not yet. You have a long way to go before you realize that others aren’t what complete you. I’m here for you along that way.

No matter your morals, gender, religion (or lack thereof), sexual orientation, or whatever hurtful things we may share along the years–I will love and support you unconditionally without judgement.

(This is the first in a series of short stories inspired by the lovely Quarian images created by MrBenvey)

The Fish

I met a young human child the other day. She was wandering around the Wards on the Citadel. I asked her what she was doing there all alone, and she told me “I just wrote another letter to Mommy, now I’m taking a walk.” She told me that her mother left for a trip a couple of weeks ago, and that she has been writing to her mother every day since then. Then she told me that her mother hadn’t responded to her letters in two weeks. She thinks that her mother is just busy on her trip, and that she’ll write back soon. She told me that her mother was sent to a city called Vancouver, on Earth.

Poor thing. That’s one of the first places on Earth that the Reapers hit.

I asked her if she was lonely all by herself, and she said that yes, she was starting to feel lonely. I asked her if she wanted me to be friends with her. She said “Yes, I’d like that very much” and I smiled behind my helmet.

“What’s your name, little one?” I asked.

She smiled and said “Lucie Kirtland”, and curtsied. “What’s your name?”

“Vito'Seedal vas Zaanbay”

“That’s a big name,” Lucie said, and giggled.

“Yes, it is. You can call me Vito.”

“Okay. Do you want to walk with me, Vito?” She asked. I smiled again.


“Can I hold your hand? Mommy and I hold hands when we walk together.”

“Of course.”

She smiled and grabbed my hand. “You’re not human, are you?”

“Smart girl,” I said and smiled. “How did you figure that out?”

“Well, you dress different, and you sound different, and you have three fingers, and you have a fish bowl on your head! OH! Are you a fish?” She asked, and smiled

I laughed. “No, no, I’m not a fish.”

“Are you sure?”

“Pretty sure, yes.”

“But not positive?”

I laughed. “But not positive, sure.” We walked around the wards, and we stopped at the Citadel Souvenir shop. We looked at the fish, and she pointed at one of the tanks. “Those fish are really pretty!”

I looked at Deleia Sanassi, the manager. “How much for those fish?”

“I highly doubt that you could a-”

“How. Much. For the fish?”

“1000 credits.”


“Koi fish are extremely sought-after on the Citadel.”

Lucie pulled on my arm. “ Vito, are we getting a fish?” She whispered.

I patted her gently on the head. “Yes, we are.” I stood up from where I was crouching and went over to Deleia. She was right about me not being able to afford it, but I wasn’t prepared to let her know that. I placed my hands on the counter. “Is there any way you can give me a discount?”

“Either pay for the fish or find someone else to bother.”

“Are you sure that you can’t give me some kind of discount?”

“I cannot, nor do I want to.”

I grabbed the counter’s edge, trying to stop myself from leaping over it. I leaned in close and said, making sure Lucie didn’t hear, “Listen, blue! This girl’s mother was stationed in Vancouver when the Reapers attacked. All the girl wants is a fish, and you can’t give us some kind of discount?”

“Do you realize the population of Vancouver? Even if the story you’re telling me is true, I can’t just give a discount to everyone affected by the Reapers. I’d make no profit.”

“Profit?! You’re concerned about profit?!  Listen, give me a discount and I’ll never bother you again.”

“Your kind haven’t been known to stay true to what they say, in the century I’ve been in business.”

“My kind? You racist b-” I cut myself off, and leaned in closer. “Give me a discount, or I’ll report you for racism and prejudice.”

“You wouldn’t dare. They’d never believe a Quarian over an Asari.”

“We’ll see, won’t we? Or maybe not. After all, my kind hasn’t been known to stay true to what they say.”

She sighed, and said. “Fine. 950’s the final price, take it or leave it.”

I brought up my omni-tool and transferred the credits to the store. “There.” I swore under my breath. I was a tenth of the way to affording an M-6 Carnifex. My M-3 Predator was always jamming, and I promised myself I wouldn’t spend another credit until I replaced it. But I had to do it for Lucie. Deleia put the fish in a bag filled with water and handed them to me with a fake smile.

“It was truly a pleasure doing business with you, do come again.”

“Please, the pleasure is all mine.” I took the fish, took Lucie’s hand, and walked out of the shop. When we were away from the shop, I bent down so that my head was about level with hers. I held out the Koi fish to her and said “See? I told you that we’d get a fish.”

She took the fish and smiled. “Thank you, Vito.” Lucie smiled and hugged me. I hugged back. Even though she was human and I was Quarian, this little girl and I had more in common than she knew.

I’m like 95% convinced Lancel is the handsome young man. I thought it was clear, but a lot of people are doing this thing where they’re like “no that’s stupid, it has to be somebody else.” So they honeypot and find other people that could fit and these really well thought-out explanations for how. Trust me, it’s almost always the stupid and straight forward answer.

I should probably explain what “honeypotting” is. This is from Unabashed Book Snobbery 2: GoT’s 10 Most OOC Characters, a collab by me and theculturalvacuum​:

“…many are tempted to paint some of D&D’s deviations in a kinder light…to invent rationalizations that make D&D Logic somehow reasonable. For instance, there was something called the “Lannister Honeypot Theory,” where everyone figured that Talisa was such a stupid invention on the part of D&D, there had to be more to her. Once she began writing letters in Volatine to her mommy, the theory was that she was really a Lannister spy sent to seduce Robb into breaking his vows, enabling the Red Wedding to occur.

But like Talisa, the Lannister Honeypot Theory was stabbed repeatedly in 3x09. She was exactly what she appeared: a noble woman from Volantis who was such an awesome feminist that she would walk around battlefields without a chaperone and sass-talk a king.

The reason we bring this up is that we’ve seen something we call the “Honeypot Phenomenon,” where whatever idiotic departure in logic D&D make, fans rush to their defense with well thought-out fanwank as to why this makes sense. For instance, we know that Carol’s 4th baby was retconned away, so most explained this by saying “well she lied to Cat about the brown-haired baby existing” or “infant mortality doesn’t count!” as explanations of why the witch in the prophecy only mentioned three children. The answer is simple: D&D didn’t plan ahead when they wrote in the bit about Carol having a trueborn son of Robert’s.”