polka dot jacket

anonymous asked:

Can you imagine that being the silly boys they are, they just didn’t tell Rosie to call Sherlock ‘papa’? And time pases, and just they don’t. They evelope, they stay together, they start a really healthy -finally- relationship and Rosie gets bigger under their care but they just don’t tell Rosie that Sherlock is her dad too (1/16)

(because he does everything John does, even a bit more like doing her piggy tails perfectly -with those blue hair bands with tiny ballons pressed on them and yellow bee hair clips “she doesn’t need to combine them, she’s perfect even when she got your fashion sense”- and knowing which stories are her favorites one when she is two “come on, John, she stays 2 point 42 seconds longer up with you read to her that silly story about pigglets and the animal that blows their houses and not that one about the girl and the shoe! That’s quite smart actually, well done my dearest Watson”-). 

John is just scared that if he ask Sherlock to take this task, he’ll flee away and John just can’t live without him (no when he knows that Sherlock’s toes are twice as long than his or the warmth he feels in his chest when he catchs him wearing his sweaters when he’s sick “just because they’re warm”. John never tells him that he saw all of Sherlock’s sweaters in the back of the bottom drawer since John pointed this out). So no, he doesn’t. 

Sherlock doesn’t ask because he’s scared too. He’s lived alone and barely survived. He can’t live without John and Rosie (no when he knows that John uses this chamomile cream for his callused hands when he thinks that Sherlock can’t see him and make fun of him -he never sees, he smells but choose to never point this out. Sherlock guesses that must be some old child trauma, maybe his father, telling him not to be a “girl”- or how much honey Rosie needs in her tea when her throat is a bit hoarse). So no, he doesn’t ask. 

The three of them live in 221B, happily, I gotta say. Until Rosie is four and they can’t shut her off her pairs, so they inscribe her in this daycare near their house after Sherlock checked every single one of the kid’s parents. It’s easier than they think to tell her and it’s a bit more difficult for them, quieter definitely. But it is needed. They believe so. They both say “bye” to her (her favorite pink with yellow flowers dress, warm black leggings, shiny white shoes, cream sweater, and her favorite hairstyle), alongside with another parents crying. Sherlock doesn’t have time to deduce them until they see their -yes, their- baby -not so much little now- girl dissapear in a sea of kids, her yellow polka dot jacket and bees’ backpack into her new classroom.

Rosie never saw so many kids together in her life! I mean, her dad and Sherlock took her to the park almost everyday but they just never left her to her own devices. It was scary but a good scary -specially because Sherlock told her that they would come after her and fear not and there was also this girl, Amanda, a tan and all smiles girl, kept talking to her about her cats and her moms-. She knew that there were all kinds of families but never talked about it with a kid like her. Almost everyone had a dad and a mom, but Amanda had two moms and seemed a little confused about her dad and Sherlock. When she explained her day to day schedule (“do they hold each other’s hands?” “duh, of course they do!” “and they kiss each other?” “of course! Specially when Sherlock eats” “then you have two dads! That must be cool but I’ve to moms so I can tell you that having two moms is awesome–!”) there was no “Sherlock”, she must have looked so silly! Maybe so silly that it must be the reason why Sherlock looked at her funny sometimes -like that time he catched her trying to see how his violin worked or when she played doctor with her dad’s robe-, probably he wanted her to dedutce? Which one was the word?

Rosie was a Smart girl and in no time decided Sherlock’s new name, so when the class was over, with a little bit of help, she got all of her colors back in her tiny Hello Kitty case (she hoped her drawing was cool enough to get a place in the refrigerator) and her clothes while Mrs. Kleint explained them what they were going to do tomorrow. With the new drawing in her hand, she screamt as high and she could “PAPAAAAAAAAAAA” when she saw them standing in the middle -Sherlock height always helped- in her happy way, running with her chubby legs. John felt relieved, she missed him as much as he missed her but even when he opened his arms, he saw how she hugged Sherlock’s legs tight. 

Later that night, after long conversations and dinner, Rosie’s new drawing was the only thing in their refrigerator: Sherlock, John, Rosie and the ducks they fed on Saturdays with the tiny shaky scribble on top (help from Mrs. Kleint): -papa, dad, Rosie-. (16/16) Fin.

WOW!  That was so long and beautiful!  I signed online and was like “omg I have like seventeen asks, what did I do?  But it turned out it was only this lovely thing!  Thank you so much!!!  It’s precious!  <3

my house headcanons
  • gryffindor: bonfires with friends, heart pounding and sweaty palms, being terrified but just going for it, leather jackets, combat boots, flannel shirts, holey jeans, cutting holes in old tees, tees w/bands or things you like, baseball caps + beanies, beat up converse, tank tops when it’s too cold out, weird outfits that end up looking great or terrible (but usually great), weeds (esp. the flowery ones), four leaf clovers, going apple picking, corn mazes + scarecrows, laughing at scary movies/haunted houses, goosebumps books, going all-out for halloween, stepping on crunchy leaves, the way everything looks when all the trees are different colors in fall, really intense/fast-paced relationships, abrupt endings, angry tears, not calling first, pride, songs that pump you up + make you think you can do anything, making everything a contest, skinned knees + bloody knuckles, raw emotion, really graphic/detailed tattoos, finger/foot tattoos, not giving a shit that everyone hates something if you like it, others’ dislike making you do it more, making a ton of plans but never following them + winging it, spontaneous road trips, long night drives, jumping in a lake in the middle of winter, walking on a frozen pond, short hair/pixie cuts or always keeping it back, borrowing chapstick (and always needing it), coffee w/lots of sugar half the time and black the other, only thinking in extremes, not thinking + just doing, always knocking shit over but managing to catch it/never breaking it, reading summaries of everything for class, journals half-finished, super chocolatey ice cream, not having a plan for life but taking a chance
  • ravenclaw: passing notes in class, love letters, astronomy, sweaters, anything knitted, poor patching jobs, mismatched buttons, ironed button shirts w/the sleeves rolled perfectly, dozens of cross-outs in handwritten work, paper painted w/tea, typewriter font, forget-me-nots, rainy/gloomy days, dresses w/tights, twirling in dresses, wearing stuff with pockets just so you don’t have to carry a purse, sunhats, mary janes, knee socks, shorthand notes from writing so much, telling jokes with your friends that make no sense to others, tons of blankets, singing really loud when you think you’re alone, indie/piano music, metaphors, a bunch of small random tattoos, one or two really deep loves, either going everywhere alone or with two best friends, braids, purposely messy hair, light brown hair, hair dyed bright colors, biting/picking your nails when you’re nervous, hot tea, overthinking/worrying + regretting, ballet, either really graceful or really clumsy, tripping but acting like you didn’t, classic literature, diaries, mint chocolate chip ice cream, being born into affluent families
  • slytherin: whispering and laughing with your friends, hair always looking perfect, black lace dresses, leather boots, studded clothes, thigh-highs, wearing heels even when it’s impractical but refusing to complain, wearing stuff without pockets + then keeping stuff in your bra/boots, organized desks w/nothing out of place, cursive handwriting, ivy, pine trees, black/white roses, white candles, upside-down crosses, one whole day spent in bed + overworking the next, locking yourself away for long periods, the calm as snow falls, falling asleep not touching but waking up wrapped around each other, vultures, angry songs, either no tattoos or a lot (of words/sayings), rolling your eyes but secretly identifying with things, being the dumper, short relationships, breaking up w/someone because you’re scared when it gets serious, black hair, blonde hair that’s almost white, purple/black lipstick, black coffee, always poised/collected on the outside, breaking down for .2 seconds in front of someone and berating yourself for it, acting like an asshole because you’re insecure/uncomfortable, feeling terrible for betraying someone years after + going to them in the middle of the night to apologize, edgar allan poe stories, russian poetry, everything typed, italian ice/gelato, working your way to the top no matter what it takes
  • hufflepuff: laughing so hard you can’t breathe and your sides ache, daisies + wishy flowers, sunflower seeds, watermelon, sundresses, polka dots, bright colors, jean jackets/shorts, rompers, patterned tights, snapbacks, taking the fall for someone, underdogs, smiling when you want to cry, not complaining because someone else is having a worse day, breezy spring days, hot summer beach trips, seed-spitting contests, guilt over something that’s not your fault, hugging stuffed animals/pillows, canaries, always humming + dancing around, upbeat pop/cute acoustic, one or two really meaningful tattoos/matching tattoos with someone, trying to walk barefoot outside but regretting it (then walking carefully on your toes), messy + super curly hair, golden blonde hair, freckles, dimples, a small gap in your teeth, fruity flavored lipgloss/light pink lipstick, cold drinks, being the first to text, grouptexts, twister, reading to little kids, shel silverstein, making scrapbooks/photo albums, vanilla ice cream w/rainbow sprinkles + whipped cream, sherbet ice cream, settling for the middle if being the best means cheating

“Whatever we’re gonna do as a f*****g species, it should be loving.”

Ezra Miller photographed by Alasdair McLellan for i-D Summer 2015

Cecilos Week Day One: Science.

Whoo! I am so pumped for Cecilos Week. I joined this fandom at just the right time~

Set ridiculously early on in the episodes and relationship (idk episode 30 something?) because this idea won’t get out of my head until I write it out!



Concentration was etched into every line of Carlos’s face. His eyes, hidden behind safety goggles, were narrowed as though to limit his sight to only one crucial detail. A small drop of a bright green liquid was dancing at the end of a pipette, just over the narrow entrance to a beaker filled with something bright pink and softly hissing.



Drip. The little green droplet plopped off into the beaker. At first, nothing seemed to happen. Then, slowly at first but surely, the liquid began changing. Congealing. Solidifying.

If he wasn’t practically steaming from the ears, Cecil would have been fascinated.

Carlos whispered something under his breath, his eyebrows furrowing together. He looked away from the beaker and picked up a pen, leaning down to write something on a piece of paper.



Oh, screw it. The slow, disapproving foot-tapping wasn’t working at all. Cecil glared, pulled his polka-dotted suit jacket a little more over his shoulder, and said, “You stood me up.”

“Aah!” Carlos jumped, swinging around so fast that his elbow swept the beaker off of the table. It fell to the ground, bounced twice, and rolled away. “Cecil! How did you get in here?!”

“You leave a spare key under the doormat,” Cecil resumed his foot tapping, “Tonight. Arby’s. Our date? You stood me up, Carlos.”

“Oh,” Carlos tilted his head slightly, reaching one hand up to pull his goggles off of his eyes and rest them on the top of his head, “Oh, yeah, I forgot to tell you. I have to do science tonight. It’s very important. See, the other day, one of our group got bitten by this weird creature we were studying (I don’t know the scientific name for it yet, but if I had to choose a scientific word to describe it, I’d say… floppy), a-and all his blood just… turned to jelly. Right then and there. He’s totally fine and all - I mean, who hasn’t had their blood turned to jelly in their life - but I have to find out how it happened. It’s very complex, and very scientific. See, what I do is-”


Carlos looked up at Cecil, and his scientific explanation died in his throat. He blinked, looking confused, “You look mad.”

Really?” Cecil snarked, letting his suit jacket slide to the floor while he put his hands on his hips, “Gee, I wonder why that would be? Maybe something to do with the fact that I sat around at Arby’s for so long that Old Woman Josie came over and asked if I had somewhere to stay tonight. Josie thought I was hanging around because I had nowhere else to go, Carlos! Do you have any idea how humiliating it was? I swear everyone in Night Vale was there to hear me. Cecil Palmer, this town’s number one radio celebrity and figurehead, waiting around for a date who never came!”

“Well, what was I supposed to do?” Carlos scoffed, peeling his latex gloves off of his hands, “I’m a scientist, Cecil. I can’t not do science. I thought you said you understood that we were going to have to work around my schedule.”

“So you couldn’t have done the experiment after we got back?” Cecil asked, throwing his hands in the air, “Carlos! I get you’re a scientist, but we arranged this weeks ago! You couldn’t put one experiment off for just one hour?”  

“It’s an important experiment!” Carlos snapped. Cecil could see he was getting to him, a little bit of genuine anger seeping through his usually cool demeanour, “It’s important research towards an important cause that could save important lives!”

“Yeah?” Cecil stepped forward, his voice raising as his eyes narrowed, “You don’t think there might just be one or two things - maybe just one person - a little more important than your stupid experiments?”

“Ugh! You don’t get it, Cecil,” Carlos growled at him, “Who could possibly be more important than science?!”

Pain ripped across somewhere deep inside him, and Cecil stopped. He didn’t just stop yelling, or stop glaring- he just… stopped.  He leaned back, his shoulders slumping, blinking rapidly.

Carlos clapped his hands over his mouth instantly, his eyes widening. “Oh- Oh, Cecil-” he gasped, pulling his hands away again, “I didn’t- I didn’t mean- I-I didn’t think-”

Cecil’s eyebrows raised, and he cleared his throat. “Well. I’m… glad that’s out in the open, then. I’ll leave you to it. Goodnight, Carlos,” he leaned down and picked up his suit jacket, sliding it on over his Hawaiian shirt.

“No,” Carlos skipped forward as Cecil turned away, grabbing at his sleeve, “Cecil, please, listen- I didn’t mean it like that, I really didn’t. Of course you’re more important than science, Cecil, of course you are, I just- I need to be reminded sometimes, that’s all!”

“So, what?” Cecil turned back around, looking at Carlos, locking eyes with him, “Am I supposed to just wait around for you? Text you every now and then to remind you that I exist? Carlos, I love you, but…”

“No,” Carlos shook his head, “No, no, no, don’t finish that sentence, Cecil. Just end it there, okay? ‘Carlos, I love you.’ And then I can say, ‘Cecil, I love you, too, I really do and I always have and you are so, so important to me.’”

Cecil hesitated. He turned more into Carlos, though whether it was a conscious or subconscious movement was unclear. His hand slid under Carlos’s labcoat, resting on his hip, “And you’re sure… even more important than science?”

Carlos smiled softly, pushing up on his tiptoes. “A million, billion times more important than science,” he whispered, before his eyes sunk shut, and he pressed his lips against Cecil’s.

What I Wore Rewind | September 14

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Editor’s Note: I’m currently enjoying a maternity leave to bond with my new baby!  In the meantime, join me in a walk down memory lane as I highlight some of my favorite looks from this week last year (and earlier!) Want even more? Check out my FULL GALLERY from the past five years of outfit photos! Click any image to see the full post or see what’s up in real time via my instagram or facebook pages.

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Remember how I said I was going to a 50sstuck meet??

Welllllll here are some pics that were taken, and bruh, I had a blast hanging with my peeps up north.

Being jane was super awesome too and I felt pretty cute in my dress and makeup uvu

(Read the tags bc friends)