The other day I received a quill and ink to practice calligraphy. The first thing I thought to write besides a song that was in my head were my favourite lines from Sherlock. I thought I’d go in order, from ASiP onward. I began with, ‘will you come?’, a sexually suggestive line I’ve pondered on for quite some time.
Then tumbled upon my next favourite line in ASiP, ‘Oh, God, yes’. This one is so obviously sexually suggestive it almost makes the audience fan themselves. Then, it hit me. ‘Will you come?’, is exactly what Sherlock is asking John, there. That’s how Lestrade asks him if he will go to investigate at Lauriston Gardens.
These two sexually suggestive lines don’t just work alone, they work together. ‘Will you come?’, and, ‘Oh, God, yes’. Not that, ‘want to see some more?’, isn’t sufficiently sexually suggestive but yeah, anyway, I thought I’d share this.
Thank you so much for the support thus far, it’s really keeping me going! Origins is one of my favourite games and I’ve wanted to do my own Disney/ Dreamworks story for some time now, so I hope this will come to fruition!
Concerning the Voice Acting. I’m gonna get straight to it!
Impressions are mostly key as this is obviously an adaptation! Please take the time to look up the voices of Dragon Age Origins and if you are confident that you can do a pretty good likeness, then please email me the character you wish to voice, along with a few of their lines - different emotions would be preferable too.
My email is Astargray@gmail.com
The roles for auditions in Episode One are as follows:
Elanore Cousland (Scottish/ Northern accent)
Ser Gilmore (accent optional)
Bryce Cousland (Scottish/ Northern accent)
Oriana (French accent)
Oren (gender optional/ accent mixed)
Eventually I will be needing the other characters. If you were hoping to voice them, please still email me. But here is the list of roles that are taken (sorry):
Loghain Mac Tir
And if you fear that you can’t really do impressions/ accents but still want to partake in lending your voice, there’s always Soldier A’s and Darkspawn :D
Thank you, good luck and most importantly HAVE FUN!
Because recently I’ve been reading too many taekook and the world should also enjoy the beauty of them ^^
P.S. I REALLY enjoy smuts ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
And I usually just love drowning in angst and snots but everything about taekook screams fluff and I can’t resist fluffy taekook, sorry my black, red and green soul, send me to hell now for I have sinned ;A;
ღ maybe we found love (right where we are) ღ maybe they’re a little bit ridiculous, but people always did fall in love in the strangest ways. There’s a thin line between love and hate and I have love and hate slow burns. This is definitely one of my top 3 all time favourite taekook fics
ღ ripped jeans and velvet skinღ Taehyung’s pierced and tatted and Jeongguk’s hopelessly in love I never knew I’m a sucker for childhood!taekook, well apparently I am and this is just beautifully childhood!taekook
He wants Jeongguk to ruin him. SMUTTT!!!! PURE AND UTTER SMUT AND I LOVE IT
ღ i wanna sleep next to you ღ The first reason Jungkook knows there’s something off is because his alarm isn’t blaring from underneath his pillow, there’s no looming sense of dread that he’s late for class, and none of his hyungs are standing over him in an attempt to wake him up. The second thing he realises is that he’s overheating. The third is that his bed is moving. ANOTHER COLLEGE!AU SMUT ~ HEAR MY EXCITED SCREAM
ღ Dating for dummies ღ In which twitter is evil, jeon jeongguk is a bit tsundere, park jimin is satan and kim taehyung may or may not have a boyfriend. This is just utterly and ridiculously funny and fluffy, makes it work even without smut
ღ the dawn before the sun risesღ It all started when Kim Taehyung almost impaled Jeon Jungkook with a pink umbrella. H. I. L. A. R. I. O. U. S. (and fluffy)
ღ it’s you and me (i know it’s my destiny) ღ (“Pikachu! I choose you! Go!” Taehyung yells while wearing the fiercest (most adorable) look he can manage, a haphazardly painted red Ping-Pong ball in one tiny hand.
“Pika-pi!” Jungkook flashes his biggest grin, two large teeth peeking from his lips while he leaps on his feet.)
Where seven-year-old Jungkook meets nine-year-old Taehyung on a Halloween evening and Taehyung is a beautiful human being who looks like he’s golden in the afternoons and laughs like he’s got the world’s secret painted at the back of his hand. Another childhood!taekook and honestly it doesn’t get fluffier than this (no smut but it’s sooooo cute)
So I finally saw Ghostbusters (2016) last night and boy am I glad I did.
Patty is literally my queen. I love that despite not being a scientist she’s shown to be just as smart as the other three girls.
The casting was fantastic.
I love the fact that Ghostbusters (2016) isn’t continuing on from the original films (as in the guys from the original films hand over their guns and knowledge to the girls). I didn’t pay much attention to the trailer so I really had no clue what was going to happen in this film, but boy am I glad they made this film their own rather than expanding on the original narrative in the films (like say, how Jurassic World or Scream or other franchises do).
Fucking kick-ass female cast who kick arse. My favourite scene is (obviously) when they really knuckle down and fight together against the ghosts. The synchronisation of that scene is fantastic and really shows the girls as a team.
Benny and Kevin are my faves also. Benny’s lines to Erin at the start of the film.
‘The power of Patty compels you!’
‘Who’s the flying beefcake?”
‘What year is it?’ ‘It’s 2040 and our president is a plant’
‘I know God makes no mistakes, but I believe he may have been drunk when he built Gertrude’s personality.’
Patty’s knowledge on New York.
‘It was one of the most elegant homes in existence featuring every luxury including a face bidet and an anti-Irish security fence.’
I may or may not have screamed when Sigourney Weaver turned up in her cameo role… (goddamn I love that woman so much).
It was funny. I might have got a bit too excited with the humour and spent the entire film snorting and giggling.
THE CAMEOS…. OMG THE CAMEOS… Bill Murray as ghost debunker Martin Heiss, Dan Aykroyd as a NY Cabbie, Sigourney Weaver as Holtzmann’s mentor Rebecca Gorin, Ernie Hudson as Patty’s uncle, Uncle Bill Jenkins, and Annie Potts as the hotel desk clerk- spotting each of them made my night and I was super happy.
The cameos of the ghosts!!!
The links to the original movies- like the titles appearing after zooming into the victims face…
The bust of Egon Spengler outside Erin’s office.
Abby referencing the line from Ray Parker Jr’s song when creating the flyers.
Kevin’s message on the answering machine- ‘Ghostbusters: Whaddya Want- referencing Annie Pott’s character in the original film.
The ghostbusters officially getting the old headquaters as their new headquaters… YESSSSS
Kevin on his motorcycle.
At the end of the film, one of them (I bet it was Patty or Holtzmann) sewed on little Ghostbusters patches.
Pentatonix have a track on the soundtrack
The graffiti artist ‘Bye Patty, I love you ’
I just really, really liked this film and I hope to god they do a sequel!
1. What is your personal favourite of your own pictures?
probably this one. I don’t know why, i just love it so much. it’s one i wouldn’t ever sell and when i get around to framing anything i’ve done it (and the matching Martin) will be first.
2. What would you describe as your comfort zone?
portraits of Benedict Cumberbatch. ha well yes obviously. but let’s say, realistic portraits from photographic references. also lines and linework.
3. What would you like to be better at?
color. i think I am unjustly trepidatious about it. I would also love to be better at drawing the human figure with little or no reference.
4. Which single picture made you learn the most?
ALL OF THEM no well most of them? but perhaps if i picked just one or two it might be:
for value and detail and (an imperfect start at) modelling form with line which is a thing that i love, and
for more value and detail and learning things about working with pen, and self-editing and when to ignore the reference and what to do when you ignored the reference and shouldn’t have. (and the hair pleases me.) anyway… :)
5. Do you think one of your pictures is overrated/underrated?
not really. i try not to think about my work based on how many or how few notes a piece gets.. looking at my own drawings especially, high notes doesn’t mean a piece is amazing and low notes doesn’t mean it sucks. but if you’d like to see a sketch that i love a lot compared to how many notes it has, it would be this one:
6. Is there any picture which you hated when you first made it, but now you like it?
not so much, it tends to be the other way around. generally, if i post something, i’m pleased with it at the moment. usually if i hate it, i never end up finishing it. there are many things that i post, and then weeks or months later start to see all the flaws.
7. Is there a medium you just can’t get to work for you?
no, just media that i have high hopes of eventually getting to work for me. and colored pencils.
8. Is there a different artist in the fandom who inspires you?
goodness gracious, i could be here all day. i mean this seriously, if you are an artist and i follow you, it is because i love your work (and am thrilled to see it on my dash and maybe stalk your art tag occasionally oohing and ahhing at your art), and you inspire me in mine. <3<3<3 but to pick just one right now, i will say @khorazir. her skill with the pencil (and really any medium she picks up, her figure drawing and illustration skills, her dedication to fandom and fan arts, and her work ethic as an artist are all to be admired. applause.
9. Which picture took you the longest? (estimated)
One that i have finished, but i haven’t posted yet (soon!)
and then there is always this beast:
come to think of it, this is one i learned a hell of a lot on too, especially about textures. plaid. fur. saran wrap in the dark lit by LED. the values are not all perfect but i am really proud of it. it took me an obscene amount of hours.
10. When did you start painting/drawing?
serious arting-drawing? probably 13. and then a long dry spell after art school of all things and a rebirth about… 2 years ago now! hooray!
thank you for tagging me! i will now tag people who i follow that you didn’t already tag and who totally don’t have to do this but if you can i would LOVE to see. firstly you, @sheeponmars since you could do it too :) and @lunadax, @khorazir, @splunge4me2art, @meetingyourmaker, @cpnblowfish, @cluelessakemi actually all of my artist mutuals (and followers), since i can’t think right now, please consider yourselves unobligatorially (?) tagged! because i would love to see.
Request: OOH Samxreader
where sam is like “lol we goin on a hunt but ur stayin here lol bye bitch” but
like its vamps and readers parents were killed by vamps but the boys don’t know
so they’re like “lemme come” (first two lines of have faith in me by ADTR “have
faith in me cause there are things that I’ve seen you won’t believe”) and
they’re all injured but reader gets te vamps and Sam’s all like “Y/N!!!!!” And
she’s like “I said I’d never let you go and I never did, I said I’d never let
you fall and I always meant it” (obviously just along those lines bruh) and
he’s like “I should have trusted you~” there’s a lyric from the song that would
fit and idk what it is and idk work your writey Magic
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I think ‘work your
writey magic’ is my new favourite motivational phrase<3
“Don’t you dare do this to me.” You hiss, getting as close to
the younger Winchester as you dare when he has a machete as long as his arm
pointed out in front of him, “Don’t you dare.”
They were planning on just going,
not counting on your ability to pretend to be asleep. They were going to go and
leave you alone here, heading out on
a hunt you have every damn right to be on. Then, Sam has the audacity to tell
you that it’s ‘for the best’ and ‘you’d be better off staying’. You don’t think
you’ve been this mad since… well, that’s the thing.
“No, Sam, you don’t.
You don’t get to decide what I do – I’ve seen things over the past year that I barely believe. I can’t pretend everything’s
alright and just stay in for the evening!”
“Well, you’re just going to have to. Maybe another time,
alright?” He snaps, shoving the knife into the leather sleeve and turning away
from you, unwilling to argue it further. You sneer at his back, and start
making quick, quiet plans in your head.
“I’m going on a walk; maybe find a coffee.” You say, “Just go,
I’ll see you later.”
Sam nods curtly and you smirk to yourself, knowing you’ve won.
The benefit of the brothers primarily hunting at night is that
it’s dark. This means that the foot space of the Impala’s backseat, although
uncomfortable as all hell, is pitch black and once you’re covered with an old
blanket you’re all but invisible. You jimmy the lock and slip inside quietly,
hoping you haven’t been seen.
It’s a cramped, quiet ten minutes until the guys turn up,
talking animatedly about plans and ideas and possible outcomes and events. You
listen in a little – not once do they mention you – and stay very, very still,
being careful not to breathe too heavily during the natural lulls in
conversation. Before you know it, the guys stop and get out, grabbing their
arsenal from the trunk and heading off with no more than the scuffing of boots
to inform you of it.
They like to keep you on the outside of their world – close enough
to see inside but never quite letting you through. As safe as they keep you; as
sheltered as they keep you, you can’t quite let it go. You lost everything you
once had to the things that they kill and you’re determined that you’re not
going to let anyone else feel the same pain you did. You were barely fifteen
when your parents were killed by a group of vampires and although you didn’t
know it at the time, you’d already gained a taste for justice. You went in and
researched, quickly finding and coming to terms with the truth – yet ten years
later, you don’t have so much as a kill to your name. As soon as you’d come
across Sam and Dean they’d whipped you under their over-protective wings so
fast you’d gotten whiplash – but tonight, you’re breaking free.
You straighten up, ignoring your stiff back’s protests. After doing
a quick three-sixty of your surroundings – a dark street – you slip out of the
car, bringing your blade with you. You stay low until you’re safely out of the
car, and begin your walk through the darkness – the streetlights have long
since burned out, no longer serving to brighten the pavement with their sodium glow.
You quickly find the house Sam and Dean had been talking about in the car, and
notice a tree right outside.
It doesn’t take much effort for you to scale your way up it
and peer in the window. A horrible sight meets your eyes – a group of vampires
are tossing around an emaciated body, taking sips. As far as you can tell, the
figure is alive – but not for much longer, most likely. You stay hidden,
cloaked by the tree, until you hear a commotion going on downstairs. This
attracts the vampires, who leave the body on the floor for later. That’s your
cue to slip inside through the open window and dart over to the body. A pair of
eyes meets your own, and you press a finger to your lips.
“Listen to me,” You whisper, “I’m not here to hurt you. I’ll
come back for you, but for now you have to stay calm, alright?”
The person nods, nearly imperceptibly, and you move on. From
the doorway, you can hear a whole load of jeering and taunting – the vampires
are celebrating something.
You hear one of Dean’s witty remarks, and then a moment of
silence before there’s more laughter. Great.
You slip down the stairs, keeping a close ear out for anyone
coming your way. When you reach the bottom, you peer into the room – Sam and
Dean are being held down and tied by a pair of guys. They probably both have
two feet on you and are doubly as strong – they’re the least of your worries,
however, as you step on a creaky floorboard and about ten vampires’ heads turn
in your direction. You flatten yourself against the wall, listening closely.
“Beckett, go check it out.” A female voice commands – so their
leader is a chick. Probably works in your favour.
There are a few heavy footfalls and a figure appears in the
doorway. He miraculously doesn’t spot you and walks straight past you, through
the dim corridor – and swipe.
The knife cuts through his neck like soft butter and his body
hits the floor with a thud. When he doesn’t return, another pair of vamps come
out only to meet the same end. You manage to take out six of the bastards doing
that, including the ones who hog-tied Sam and Dean. Awesome.
Then, you make your move. Springing into the room, you’re met
with a further ten or so angry vampires who rush you, only to meet a sticky,
red end. In a matter of seconds, it’s only you and their leader – you’ve come
away with a bloody node and multiple scrapes and bumps, but you only look half
as bad as the guys on the floor. As far as the vampires are concerned… well,
you’re leagues above them.
“Well, well…” She smiles sadistically, brandishing sharpened
nails, “I wasn’t aware the Winchester boys had backup these days.”
“They don’t.” You roll your eyes, “I’m just here on a mission
of my own.”
And with those words you dive in, knocking her legs out from
beneath her and cutting off her head. Simple enough – then, you start to untie
the brothers before you. You let Dean go first, quickly informing him of the
person upstairs. He rushes off to go play hero, while you get to helping Sam.
“Y/N…” He stares at you with a renewed sense of awe that gives
you some vague form of satisfaction, “What the hell are you doing here?”
“You know, I said I wouldn’t let you go alone,” You smirk, “And
no way in hell was I going to let them kill you.”
“That was your mission? Not to let us die?”
“No. My mission was to avenge my parents. You just got in the
way a little.” You shoot him a wink, untying the final bind. He frowns at you.
“Yeah. The ones who were mercilessly drained by a gang of
vamps.” You raise an eyebrow as he stands up, his eyes never leaving you the
“I didn’t know.”
“You never asked.” You counter, “Sam, I had to take this
chance. If you could have the chance to right the biggest wrong ever done to
you, wouldn’t you?”
He nods straight away, not having to think about it.
“So that’s why you’ll
always find me out there on the battlefield, that’s why I’ll always take that
He pauses for a moment, before frowning, “How did you even get
here?” He asks as you wipe your sleeve over the blood covering his cheek in an
attempt to see how bad the cut is.
“Backseat of the Impala. You’re not exactly vigilant, the pair
of you.” You grin, shoving your blade back into your pocket, “Come on, let’s
go. I’m starving.” You grin
good-naturedly, letting him know he’s forgiven as you grab a hold of his arm
and go to find Dean, who’s heading downstairs with whoever it was in his arms.
Sam, on the other hand, doesn’t let go of you until you’re back in the car.
How did Mattel miss to release a Melody dragon games doll!? She is so badass! Personally, she and Raven are my favourites of the line (and Mira obviously) but I am also glad to see Ash and Maddie in armour!
you know what’s my favourite thing about Hinata saying the “invincibility/strongest” line back to Kageyama, many chapters later? the fact that Kageyama said it a long time ago, months before when Hinata did, more than a half a year ago. so obviously Hinata remembered it. and I love that! I love that Hinata evidently remembered those words through the whole rest of the year, remembered the exact wording. they significantly stuck in his brain, and helped him through his wins and developing of strength. that’s how much of an impact Kageyama has on him, and how much of an inspiration and motivational drive he is to Hinata, and I think that is so important to remember–how Hinata remembered.
I thought it was about time I posted my bullet journal!
I’ve been keeping this one since the beginning of the year (though I go back to less often now, since it’s summer). Obviously my style has gotten better the further on you go, so I’ve put in some comparison pages of old and new entries. I’m not particularly creative so there aren’t many drawings or doodles, but I got a lot of inspiration from other people’s bujo posts so I incorporated some bits from there. My favourite page is the last photo, summer projects & tasks - the colours work really well and it’s pretty cute c:
I got the notebook itself from muji - I like the dotted pages, they allow you more freedom than squares but still give you a guide for straight lines c: Also the pens I use are the 0.5mm Muji black erasable for writing, staedler fine liners and Muji gel pens. I feel a bit pretentious for having so many branded pens, but a lot of them I didn’t buy myself haha (I did buy the Muji ones but only as an excuse to spend ages in the shop).
Click on the individual photos for more info, and if you’re looking for more inspiration I have a bullet journal tag on my blog (x) c:
Really nervous about this to be honest, I haven’t written anything in a really long time, this is the next installment in 100 Ways To Say I Love You and is based on the line -Come here, I can fix that.
I am dedicating this to @sherlockian87 and @vonpeeps for being two of my favourite people in the world… love you loads <3
(Please be nice if you can XD)
It wasn’t that Molly didn’t enjoy parties
or being around people she cared about, because she did, obviously.
It was the fact that parties at 221B Baker
Street had never turned out very well for her.
The party this time was for Halloween, in
honour of Danni Watson, and of course because her mum Mary Watson had always
loved dressing up.
The small get together was at 221B because
Mary had realised they’d never get Sherlock out of the flat to their house for
something as a Halloween party, and even though Sherlock had protested loudly
that they were celebrating Halloween at all, one look from his goddaughter had
been enough to shut him up.
Molly looked over at a discarded halo on
the lab bench, feeling a bit guilty for having taken a shift just so she had an
excuse not to go.
Granted, Sherlock was much better now,
especially after coming back from his four minute exile and putting a final end
to Moriarty. Sometimes Molly thought she could practically see the consulting
detective stopping himself from saying something ‘not good’ and she was sure
she wasn’t the only one who appreciated that.
But the will to go had still been
She turned to grab a pen, vowing that she
would finish all of her paperwork today, since there were no bodies down in the
morgue to cut open.
An hour later and not much work had been
done; Molly was still feeling bad for staying away.
She was in fact so preoccupied that she
didn’t hear someone walk down the corridor, which made her jump even more when
the doors to the lab was pushed open.
Molly gave a squeak and swore when her hand
holding a piece of paperwork jerked and gave her a cut through her finger.
She quickly licked away the drop of blood
before turning to see who’d stormed through the door so noisily, and found that
she couldn’t be too surprised when she found herself face to face with Sherlock
Molly couldn’t quite decide what the look
on his face meant, sorrow, guilt, perhaps
a bit nervous?
“You didn’t come to the party.”
“Yeah, no, I I had to work.”
“You took this shift Molly, I know your
She looked to the ground at his intense gaze,
he was right of course, and she should have known he would have remembered her
“Why did you take this shift Molly?”
She took her gaze from the floor to look at
some of the forms in her hand.
“Paperwork, I’m rather far behind.” She
She gave a sigh, finally raising her gaze
too look into his (today) clear blue eyes.
“You know why Sherlock, parties in your
home has just never turned out well for me.”
“Things are different now Molly, I mean,
John and Mary have a daughter.”
She gave him a puzzled look.
“I mean that’s not the only thing that’s
changed obviously; I have as well, have I not?”
“You have Sherlock, of course you have. It’s
“What? Tell me Molly. Please.”
surprised her, Sherlock was not one for saying please, nor sorry as she
very well knew, even if he had apologised to her on occasion it was still not a
word he used lightly.
“My heart has been broken so many times
there Sherlock, during that christmas, when your brother told me about your
exile, it holds bad memories, and I can’t seem to find a way to put my heart
back together fully.”
Molly looked to the floor once again, only
to feel Sherlock’s fingers brush under the tip of her chin, gently lifting it
so their eyes met once again.
Molly’s eyes widened as Sherlock came
closer, his face inching its way down to hers, his lips so close that his
breath cascaded warmly over her cheeks.
Their lips met and Molly watch as Sherlock’s
eyes closed, and unable to do anything else hers followed suit, their lips
tangling together in sweet harmony.
“I can fix that,” he whispered softly
against her mouth before pulling her back in to his warmth.