man the first time i colored this

my entire life i was told that boys are violent but girls are worse because we’re “catty.” i was told that a catty girl was my enemy, that they used whip tongues in place of fists to start things i couldn’t erase of out my skin. i saw this cattiness wherever i was told it would live. it was in pretty girls with nice lipstick and it was in the girls who studied too much to ever come to the parties and it was in my own group of friends. when i came home crying about something, i was often reminded that girls are catty bitches and if we were boys we’d just punch each other and be done with it. 

but it was boys who first started making fun of how i looked, of what mess my face was like, of the fat on my thighs. and it was girls who showed me how to apply makeup, patiently waiting with me in the bathroom mirror to show how not to cry while i applied it to the waterline. they agreed to go on diets with me even when they hated salad. they agreed to scoop buckets of ice cream into our bellies at midnight when i was upset about something minor.

it was boys who were snippy about my grades, it was a man who first said that because i was a girl i was bad at math and i’d stay that way. it was boys who started making fun of the one time i got a 34 on a math test when my mother had been in the hospital the night before. it was girls who held my hand during this, who stayed with me through hours of library studies, who explained over and over in gel pens and pretty handwriting exactly what i was missing. it was girls who taught me to color-code and to highlight and how to stay up all night, it was girls who cheered with me when i got nothing lower than a B. 

it was a boy who taught my friend that she could talk down to me like i was trash. it was a boy who started drama between us. it was a boy who wouldn’t listen or talk it out or find a solution. he’d say angry hurtful things and expect us to listen. it was girls who fixed me after this. they taught me how to make good and positive friends. how to stay away from the girls who really are toxic ones. how to be proud of others and not competitive. how to give genuine compliments, how to accept them, how to be comfortable with who i am and what has happened.

i was told all my life that there was a “type” of girl to avoid. she was probably wearing ugg boots and shorts or drinking a latte or picking out lush products or doing literally anything that girls like to do for themselves, she was catty. girls are catty. when they fight, it’s a catfight. (we were many animals besides this. vixen. pig. fox. bitch. cow. mother hen. whale. but always, for some reason: feline and both sex kitten and dangerous weapon).

girls, i find, are defensive. we wear our hands up, waiting for the hit. girls who are sick of getting hit get “bitchy.” they are fierce, they take what they want, they’ll mess you up for saying the wrong thing about their friend. and girls, who are unwilling to simply take insults without lashing back with something: they’re catty. and when boys bully others and spread nasty gossip and start drama: well, they’re just boys. they’ll fight it out, or something. 

how much i regret believing that girls weren’t my safety net. how many friends i was scared to make because i was intimated by them. so many loving people. out of fear of what? of a tongue someone else has tattooed on them? 

Let’s start it off with the one and only, the canon pairing of a sad sk8er boi and his tiny baker: Jack Zimmerman/Eric “Bitty” Bittle!

Ice Crew Please!

THE FIC THAT CHANGED E V E R Y T H I N G u don’t even KNOW oh my god

u read this and u r like: “ice crew au…?? wut” but U GUYS. READ IT.

I AM. BEGGING U. its so fucking funny but also so fucking meaningful and abt CREATING A Fa mILY !!!! and LoVe!!!! and frieNDShIP!!!

p.s i don’t want to spoil it but if u read it message me and ill talk to u abt the part that made me cry like actual tears bc thank god for friendships and acknowledging that shit is hard

the messes of men

this was… in it’s own way.. a hard fic to read (which makes it the best fic to read! pain! i love it! help me!) it’s very very very beautifully written and i hold it very close to my heart….how it portrays jack by himself and how hard it must’ve been…it also manages to weave in how mental illness plays its own role, even once you get together with the person you’re pretty sure is it for you. somewhat painful but cathartic and achingly tender.

until it got the best of you

umm bitty has a big dick. that’s it.

BUT then there’s feelings! and angst! and misunderstanding! (the best type too! u know when one is like so crazily in love with the other and thinks its shockingly obvious but surprise, it’s not!) it’s just fantastic!

i never saw the signs

imagine a world where jack jumping over the snowbank, bringing bitty coffee, going on long walks classifies (in jack’s mind) as dating. so when bitty gets asked out, jack cannot believe the b e t r ay a l! we’re dating bitty! just read this and be happy :)

left the city, my family, my precinct

oh my goodness this fic.

jack accidentally sends bittle a dick pick.

:0  ;)  <3 ___ <3 = summary of the fic

mixing it up

this is just….so cute?!??!?! and funny?!??! and 1!!!!!

bitty is contestant at a baking tournament for the falconers where jack and tater are the judges. at least, thats where it starts off.

tater is fucking hILARIOUS this fic in general made me laugh a lot.

strawberry

if u about that dom/sub life well…….just know that eric pins jacks hands to the bed and there’s v intense blushing that boi turns red like a tomato and i live 4 it.

eric is a tad too southern for me but it’s the only thing this fic doesn’t do perfectly :))))

something like this

considering how popular this fic is it actually sat open in a tab for a looong loooooong time just bc…well… it’s 285,748 words. im an all or nothing girl as in i once read the entire maze runner trilogy in one night so i had to find the right time

first of all: angst. second of all: angst. third of all: ….. u guessed it… angst. BUT don’t worry, for every drop of angst there’s a metro-fucking-ton of smut and sweetness :)))) ;))) what this fic does brilliantly is create an OMC that is at the forefront of the story and do it seamlessly. this is a pretty iconic fic and tbh im definitely not one for fics longer than 100k but this was a fuckin’ beaut man

rake the springtime across your sheets

oh god this was P A I N F U L but in a very beautiful way??? (that’s how u know the writing was siCK) ambiguously happy ending but tbh in the end this fic is really just abt the unspoken quiet truth of being in love, of loving, of being human just lke Fffffffuck me up

Phone, Please!

listen. i’m not a fluff person. idk i get bored. BUT. BUUUUUT. BUT. this fic.

AMAZING. this fic is all about the details and the little moments that make Bitty and Jack  ~*BittyandJack*~

Bonus favorite line: “Thank god there are pancakes to serve. Pancakes are also very nice, and something he can actually have.”

Winter Clothes

Chowder POV so this is both hiLARIOUS and surprisingly touching. Jack and Bitty help Chowder buy clothes for New England winter. As a person living in New England, I approve this message.

WIPS: *Hate That I Love You plays in the background*

medic, please!

so if u ever played world of warcraft u r gonna love it and if you’ve never played world of warcraft u r gonna love it

this fic is just SO CREATIVE?!?!! like the format of it is B O M B. its just. so good. oh ym god.

(also the name is “medic please!” get it? cuz eric’s a medic in the game.? and check..PLEASE! ugh I’m a nerd 4 this pic

Fainting Psychics and Pessimistic Demonologists

ghostbusters au except not bc copyright

at first i was like…ghost hunters au?? rlly? but now I’m like GHOST HUNTERS AU? B R I L L I A N T.

characters are on point, its funny (an actual line of the fic “Jack sat down at his computer, pulled open a tab, and googled “How to encourage a teammate”. lmao what a mess)

but also theres some mystery and intrigue and suspense and in general this is a Good.

baking is punk as fuck

this is another AU that i was like…punk band u ….rlly? but then i was like PUNK BAND AU FUCK YEAH im a sucker for asshole Jack. i’m not even into punk?? but im into this fic U ___ U

This Don’t Even Feel Like Falling

filed under “praise kink mmmm”

honestly? porn..? “Bitty is the one to tie Jack’s hands for Hazeapalooza; afterward, he ties Jack’s hands for their own private enjoyment. “ like?? I’m not sorry.

but also not established relationship more like fwb but u know and i know and ngozi knows that ain’t the game we’re playing here

around the green and blue

not usually a big fan of soulmate aus but what i love about this fic is the pacing and even tho soulmate aus where seeing your soulmate = seeing color for the first time isn’t totally new this felt super fresh and original!

shine for you

aw MAN this gave me the feeeeeels. established relationship but jack is not out, it’s a bit angsty but the jack perspective is just so gooood

EXTRA: It all started with a big Russian hockey player calling a small cat-loving hockey player a rat. You either h8 it or u luv it. In my case, I Love it, capital L, so enjoy: Alexei “Tater” Mashkov/Kent Parson

careful the tale you tell

Kent has been telling himself a story, ever since the Q. It’s the epic story of Parse and Zimms, and he’s in love with it. // this fic is specifically meant for patater newbies and this fic does an amazing job of showing why kent and alexei just make sense. its honestly a Blessing.

kick on the starter

lmao im gonna be 90 years old and still reccing Febricant’s fics…for real when i saw they wrote patater i was like…no..im dreaMing…or im dead? is . is heaven?? rlly unique approach to how she gets them together and gr8 build up :)))) Bless Febricant

i need to wake up, i need me some love…

honestly? shameless fluff. established relationship (they’re ENGAGED FOR GOD’S SAKE) short but Good

“Love Me” by Yiruma

Manila traffic gets worse with each passing day. I doodled this in the car ride home and it came out pretty okay, so I decided to post it here! But come on Cheritz, this man is so bloody blessed, its unfair. Musically-inclined people are goals;; I can’t sing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star to save my life.

If you’re curious (youprobablyaren’t), the first three days of school were chill, but I can see it escalating pretty quickly. Not too long before I’m basically Jaehee, just y’all wait and watch me scrambling to submit all my science reports on time.

Scenes that I hope are in the coloring book

- Feyre hunting
- Feyre, Elain and Nesta at the market
- Tamlin, Lucien and Feyre having dinner
- when Feyre caught the Suriel
- “There you are. I’ve been looking for you.”
- High Lords bringing Feyre back
- balcony scene
- Feyre hitting Rhysand with a shoe
- Mor coming for Feyre
- Feyre’s first time seeing streets of Velaris
- first dinner in the House of the wind
- Bone carver
- Amren and Feyre looking for the book
- Cassian making that man bun (I’ll pray every day for it)
- chapter 48 ;)
- Starfall
- just Azriel and his shadows
- Court of nightmares scene
- someone shirtless okay, I don’t care who
- Cassian wiping Nesta’s tears
- Weaver and Feyre
- when Rhys got injured
- Feyre painting in the cabin
- chapter 55 ;)
- Amren during the attack at Velaris
- all of them after Cauldron happened
- Wings and Embers PLEASE

And the Sammy Lawrence pre-game has been decided upon!

I had been tossing around a few different designs about what I wanted him to look like, but after discussing with some folks in my stream I really settled upon one of my first thoughts. What if Sammy had been black? 

Certainly it wasn’t common for that time period but it was the starting point for change where rights were steadily being pushed further for people of color. It was a difficult time historically speaking, where racism was far more accepted than it is today. Might add an extra layer of grump to an already barely held together man when you put into perspective that his dreams may of been far higher than what he achieved Even with that fact to have gotten a job at a ‘silly cartoon show’ as the Musical Director may have been a massive achievement for him as well despite how he resented the circumstances. 

Must be irritating when your boss starts messing with the whole studio jeopardizing the very foundation of what you have worked yourself to the bone to get huh? 

Ok so a small addition to the Colorblinf Flug thing I wrote:

Flug’s been colorblind for about a year before he gets the goggles. And hes forgotten how bright somethngs were, like the chemicals he uses, or just how white the lab really is.

But he also forgot how bright all of his friends were.

He forgot just how much neon Demencia wore, and it makes him smile to see how much her outfit really matches her bright attitude. He forgot how calming the blue fur of 505 can be just to look at, and he’s so greatful to be able to see that again.

And then there’s Black Hat.

The man always wears so much black and grey, so it’s not like seeing him in only black and white changed much for Flug. But there were those colors that made him unique. The bright crimsion of his dress shirt, the whites on his shoes.

And definatly the teeth. The neon green teeth. He forgot how much they really glowed when you saw their color.

But there was one thought that Flug had the first time he saw Black Hat with color again.

“I already liked you in black and white, but seeing all the colors on you again? It makes you looks even better than you did before.”

He never voiced this, but he was happy to have the colors back in his sights, if only to see the green flash of a smile on Black Hat’s face, even if it was small.

He had missed that.

rhysiana  asked:

Prompts! I keep hoping someone will do a NurseyDex AU where Dex is on a business trip to NYC (or wherever, any city of sufficient size would work, really) and Nursey takes pity on this poor lost man and offers to show him around and then romance ensues.

Derek looks up from his phone when his fingers brush the back of a hand instead of the coffee cup he’s expecting. “Sorry,” he says, “I thought that was–”

He’s staring, he knows he is, but Derek can’t seem to stop. His only comfort is, he supposes, that the man beside him is staring back at him from the most amazing eyes Derek thinks he’s ever seen. They’re golden–no, amber–and filled with light that only seems to be intensified by the color of the brows above them.

Derek is frozen, and the man is staring, a furrow between his eyebrows, and then–

“Dex?” the barista calls, and the man blinks and pulls back, cheeks flushing.

“Sorry, guess it was yours.” He lets go of the cup with Derek’s name scribbled on the side and reaches for the new one. “Wasn’t paying attention.”

“Neither was I.” He takes the cup as the man–Dex?–takes his own, and finds himself admiring the way color suffuses his cheeks, camouflaging freckles, the way his hair–copper under the lights of the cafe–falls ruffled across his forehead. “Long day?”

A shoulder and the corner of Dex’s mouth lift as he gestures to move past Derek to the assortment of sugar and cream. “The longest on record,” he says, and Derek can’t help but turn with him as he pours sugar into his coffee.

“Traveling?”

Dex nods. “How’d you–?”

“The accent. Maine?” He gots a nod. “First time in New York?”

Dex recovers his coffee and takes a sip. “Yeah, it’s…a lot.”

Derek laughs, cocking his hip against the counter. “It can be. Even for a native New Yorker such as myself. Derek, by the way,” he says, holding out his hand. “And you’re Dex.”

Bemusement crosses Dex’s face, but he takes Derek’s hand. His grip is good, firm, and Derek finds himself distracted by the width of his palm, by callouses left over from long days of work. Their hands fit well together, and Derek finds himself reluctant to let go.

“Yeah,” Dex says. “Holdover from hockey.”

Derek’s done for the day. He has nothing but an empty apartment and thirsty plants to go home to. And hockey? Hell. He knows hockey.

They get a table near the windows, regaling each other with tales of hockey played in high school and college, the both of them marveling that they never crossed paths before. They talk, hockey leading to school, school leading to hobbies. Derek tells Dex he likes to write (disingenuous, maybe, but true; he doesn’t need to go into how many titles he has to his name or the accolades he’s received for his poetry), and Dex nods and listens and tells him he was never good with putting words down on the page.

They talk, and Derek watches the way Dex’s hands curl around his coffee, the way his tongue curls against his lip. Outside, daylight turns to dusk. Inside, shadows play over Dex’s cheek, his eyelashes pale smudges, his eyes focused and pinning.

Derek should thank him for his company and go. Instead, he says, “You said this is your first time in the city? You, uh, want to grab a bite to eat? I know some great places close by, and if it’s your first time, you should really have someone experienced show you around.”

Dex’s cheeks flush. His eyes flicker from Derek to his own hands around his empty cup to his–their–reflection in the shop’s window. Dex breathes deep, and Derek braces himself for a polite brush off, but then Dex’s mouth is twitching and he’s turning to Derek and he’s saying, “Yeah, I’d like that.”

Derek grins, heart suddenly racing. “Good,” he says. “Great. I promise, it’ll be a night you won’t forget.”

A beat, and then Derek feels his skin heat, opens his mouth to…do something. Dig himself out of that particular innuendo. Apologize for sounding presumptuous.

Dex stares, face unreadable, and then he stands, smiles. “I don’t doubt that,” he says. “Come on. Show me your city.”

The time is now. Derek can’t wait.

au where jimin is helping set up for namjoon and jin’s wedding reception, repositioning flower arrangements (the color scheme is light blue and grey), setting place cards, rehearsing his speech, laughing when taehyung casually bosses the venue staff around. and he’s feeling good because his best friends are getting married in forty-eight hours and for the first time since jin asked him to be his best man, he isn’t stressed over the wedding until a voice behind him says “you helped decide on the colors, didn’t you? you love that light blue”

and jimin turns to see his ex-boyfriend yoongi standing there. the same yoongi that broke up with him over a year ago, the one that told him “I can’t do this anymore, jimin,” and “I love you—but right now it’s not enough,” the same one that jimin thought he was going to spend the rest of his life with. and the breakup left him feeling helpless and left in the dark, unable to sleep in his bed because for the time in two years, he was sleeping alone. jimin blamed himself for the breakup mostly, looking at the ways he drove yoongi out, wondering how he could’ve made the love yoongi felt like it was enough, and now here yoongi is, wearing slacks and a white button down, hair dark black instead of blond from the last time jimin saw him, expression soft, and all jimin can feel is disbelief and anger, “what are you doing here?” and yoongi just looks at him and says “namjoon’s best man had to show up sometime”

angsty wedding moments ensue (they keep running into each other despite how big the beach venue is, past issues get brought up, jimin gets a little too drunk during jin’s bachelor party and ends up fighting back tears when yoongi helps him into his hotel room, things escalate the night of the reception and they find each other on the beach, jimin straddling yoongis lap in the sand and kissing him until he feels dizzy, yoongi murmuring into jimins mouth “I’ve thought about you every day,” and “I’m so sorry,” and “loving you is enough. it’s always been enough”)

anonymous asked:

Sterek Prompt Number 47 Please!

AHHH I LOVE THIS!!!! Here is #47: “I thought it was a one-night stand…but now we’re married…”


Stiles woke up with a headache and a small groan, eyes adjusting to the sunlight coming from the wall of windows he was facing. It was weird…his and Scotty’s motel room didn’t have a wall of windows let alone a killer view of the Vegas strip.

Oh God this wasn’t the motel.

Stiles suddenly was hyper aware of the body pressed against his back and the arm hooked around his bare chest. He swallowed so hard it hurt as he glanced down to see the sheet barely covering their undoubtedly bare lower halves. Then his eyes caught sight of the body behind him and holy shit he was ninety nine point two percent sure he was sleeping with a GQ model.

He turned his head back to the windows trying to think of a way out of this, except then there was movement and stubble ran across the nape of his neck and there was a hard cock pressed against his ass–

With that he slithered ungracefully out of the man’s grip until he rolled off the bed and took half the sheets with him. There was a groan from the bed when he fell to the floor with a thud, and somehow he managed to hit his funny bone.

“Ow, fuck,” Stiles whined, sitting up to see the GQ model awake and naked in all his very sexy glory. Man for a one night stand he really got lucky, but terribly so he can’t remember a fucking thing.

No more alcohol. Ever.

“Um, hi,” the guy said, face pinched up.

Stiles felt like drooling because man those eyebrows could murder someone, but those green-blue eyes were to die for. Jesus those cheekbones couldn’t be real either, they looked so sharp and angular. This guy is photoshopped for sure.

“Well I’m pretty sad I can’t remember what I would assume to be awesome sex, but this was nice, gotta go,” Stiles blurted out and stood up, wrapping the sheet around his lower half just now noticing the marks all across his torso.

Oh the sex must’ve been amazing.

“Hey–”

“No seriously man I gotta go, my best friend is probably worried sick,” Stiles pressed, grabbing his boxers.

“Wait–”

“Look dude I don’t know–”

“We have rings on our fingers!” The model blurted out and Stiles paused looking at his hands only to see his ring finger with a gold band on it. His vision spiraled a bit as he stood up on shaky legs. He twisted the band on his finger, slipping it off to look at the rather expensive piece of jewelry. On the inside of the band he read a tiny engraving “drunk married is the best married”.

Holy hell.

“I thought it was a one-night stand…but now we’re married…,” he trailed off looking to the other man, stark naked and honestly still looking hotter than the sun. From his toned body to his bunny like teeth that poked from his slightly parted lips.

“I’m Derek,” the guy -Derek- said suddenly.

“Stiles–and yes, it’s a nickname,” he answered, moving to sit on the edge of the bed, still wrapped in the sheet. The silence lingered, sitting between them and festering until Derek pulled off his own ring and looked inside it.

“It’s says “his name his Mieczyslaw”…I think I remember you told me last night when we bought the rings,” Derek said and Stiles paled with a low groan, shoving his face in his hands. He doesn’t know where Scott is, he’s slept with the world’s hottest man alive, and he’s married to said man who knows his atrocity of a first name.

Great. Fucking great.

“I don’t think this is how a honeymoon is supposed to go.”

“Seriously, Stiles?”

“What? I heard they were much better than this– I mean most people know their husbands.”

Derek was quiet for a long time after that before finally saying, “…my favorite color is green.”

Stiles couldn’t help the smile that crossed his face.

So two years later at their real wedding the color theme was white and green, both of them wearing the same rings that started this beautiful perfect mess.


ASK ME A PROMPT FOR THE DRABBLE CHALLENGE!

You’re Mine, Got It?

Pairing: Mitch x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 4723

Author’s Note: I found a prompt and this is what came out of it! Thanks to @mf-despair-queen for proofreading this for me :) Enjoy babes!


Originally posted by im2old4thisotp


*Flashback*

 

My boyfriend, Dylan, and I were heading to our one year anniversary when it all went down. Someone had run into us, making Dylan and I smash against the dashboard, his head smacking against the steering wheel. I groan in pain, hearing Dylan’s voice, but it’s like I was in a fishbowl, the accident making my ears ring.

“Baby? You okay?” He asks, pushing my hair away from the wound, touching it lightly, making me wince in the process. I nod my head, looking over at him, seeing a gash on his forehead. I see a silhouette behind him and I stiffen.

“D-Dylan, b-behind you.” I stutter, getting lightheaded. Dylan looked out the smashed window, squinting slightly to see the man in the smoke. My eyes drooped, my head laying against the dashboard, going in and out of consciousness. When my eyes were shut, a heard a gunshot go off, making me jump slightly, but stay still. I heard tires squeal, indicating the person drove off and I opened my eyes, seeing Dylan laying against the steering wheel, not moving. I tear up, reaching my hand towards him, shaking him slightly.

“Dy-Dylan? Baby?” I ask, slowly moving towards the drivers side door, gasping when I find a bullet hole burned between his eyes. I begin screaming and crying, trying my best to open the passenger’s side door, but not succeeding. I reach into my pocket, finding my phone and start to dial 911. I hold the phone up to my ear as it rings, taking huge breaths to keep myself conscious.

“911 what’s your emergency?” Dispatch asks me.

“Uh, m-me and my boyfriend were in an accident a-and a-a guy, h-he came out of the smoke and shot my boyfriend. I need help, I’m trapped in the car and I can smell gas, please…” I mumble, pressing my hand against my forehead.

“Alright, ma’am. Where’s your location?”

“Um, Fourth and Broad.” I recite, looking at the street sign that’s positioned to my right.

“Alright an ambulance will be there shortly. Try to keep your eyes open, alright ma’am?” I nod my head then remember that the woman on dispatch couldn’t see me.

“Y-Yes.”

*Flashback over*

Keep reading

So @inevitably-johnlocked had an ask looking for Sherlock/Johnlock AUs where John is the “special” one. Steph, we talk to much and I lost the link to the ask, sorry. But hopefully this helps.

 Across the Desert, Upon the Wind    by hogwartswitch

While out on a routine sweep in the desert, John and one of his teammates get lost in a sandstorm and end up at the foot of an enormous palace. They meet - and anger - a cursed prince who spares their life in exchange for John staying behind. But the prince has a secret and John soon discovers it, plunging himself in a quest across the desert fraught with danger. Loosely based on the fairy tales “Beauty and the Beast” and “East of the Sun, West of the Moon”.

Now while John isn’t exactly magical here, he’s a badass and this is great story.

A Fold in the Universe  by darkest_bird

Alpha Sherlock and Omega John are in a relationship. Prime Sherlock and Prime John are not. So what happens when a freak fold in the universe switches one John for the other?

One of the best stories I’ve ever read. John is amazing in this one. Or should I say, the Johns are amazing ;-)

Tempered Steel     by MyFirstistheFourth

Sherlock struggles with being a mate. John faces an unknown desire. While an enemy seeks to destroy a bond and the men who share it. Alpha/Omega dynamics. Angst and Feels abound but All Shall Be Well Friends! Mature for now but may be Explicit in later chapters.

Another badass Omega John. It’s long but so good.

Secrets and Revelations by  Hisstah

Dr John Watson has some major secrets that he’s kept from his flatmate, Alpha Sentinel Sherlock Holmes.  Now the Sentinel Tower is after him. Can John stay out of their hands until he can reveal his secrets to Sherlock?

An Omega/Guide John. He’s awesome in this one. One of my favorite series. He has some pretty kick ass abilities.

More Things Than Are Dreamt Of by 1electricpirate

In which John is (reluctantly) a wizard, Mycroft is (apparently) omniscient, and Sherlock is (surprisingly) oblivious.

My FAVORITE Potterlock in existence. I can’t say enough about how wonderful this story is.


Powerful, Beautiful and Without Regret by songlin

An alternate version of our own world, in which vampirism and lycanthropy are commonly recognized diseases and a returning soldier finds himself in need of a unique flatmate.

It’s been a while since I’ve read this one, but it’s a very good series.

Colors  by Quesarasara

Everyone on earth is born with eyes that see in black, white, and an endless series of greys. When you meet your soulmate, you finally see the world in color.We’re all searching for the person who brings color to our lives. John and Sherlock are no exception.

Tell me you’ve read Colors?? One of my favorite fics <3

This Man’s Heart  by ellie_hell

In the latter part of the 19th century, a peculiar solitary man and an ex-army doctor disfigured at war live in a small village, surrounded by breathtaking landscapes. When they first meet, they have no idea their lives are about to change forever and, over the months, they will form an unusual friendship, discover more about each other and themselves, and maybe fall a little in love along the way.

I have read this fic so many times. I love it so much.

How to Build a Heart out of Ashes by Teumessian

In an AU where a small number of the population become Changelings at a young age, at 17 John Watson believes he’s destined for Normal life but then the Change takes him and he is sent to the Baker Institute. There he meets Sherlock Holmes. 

I adore this fic so much. Read it so many times.

Talented People With Interesting Skillsets by CharleyFoxtrot, MurphysScribe, naienko, thecookiemomma, wendymarlowe, Yuki801

A precog, a telepath, an empath, and a clairvoyant walk into a bar. That their names are Sally Donovan, John Watson, Greg Lestrade, and Sherlock Holmes may or may not be highly relevant.

I love this series. It’s fun and John is fantastic in it.

Some of my ARMS head cannons

Spring Man
- rock climbing is a hobby of his
- he’s really good at it too
- will take the time to train with other ARMS fighters (or any fighters in general) to give them pointers
- has gotten tangled up in his arms numerous times (everyone probably has, tbh)
- once got kicked out of a pizza buffet place for eating too much pizza
- has probably gotten kicked out of lots of other places (including Min Min’s family’s shop) for eating too much
- gets up early to spend a ridiculous amount of time getting his hair the way it looks
- either that or it’s part of his ARMS mutation and made of actual spring
- has probably tried every possible combination of pizza and liked them all
- probably helps kids with ARMS adjust to their new mutation
- went through a short phase where he tried to fight crime or be a super hero or something

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Dripping Wet

Prompt: Captain Boomerang is on a week long heist. Too make the best of it he brings his girlfriend along, almost like a romantic getaway. 

Prompt Request # 40: daisygonzalezmexican - “Wanna take a bath with me?”

Pairing: Digger Harkness X  Fem!Reader

Warnings: Explicit sexual content and language

Originally posted by robinwarx

“Babe!” Came Digger’s booming voice from inside the hotel suite. “-’Ey babe, where are ya?”

“In here!” You hummed in delight and wiggled around in the water. Currently residing in heaven, you sat back and waited for Digger to open the bathroom door to find you comfortably sprawled out in the bathtub.

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