really i never would have guessed!!!!!!

What if once, maybe sometime before the wedding, John and Sherlock wrapped up a case and the client left his number for Sherlock as a thank you and gave him a cheeky little wink on the way out, and John maybe looked at it and made a little joke or something to lighten the mood because he’s afraid to ask, and Sherlock laughed but didn’t say any more about it, so John had to steel himself enough to say “so…..are you going to use it?” and Sherlock gave him A Look and was like “obviously not” and just tossed the paper into the bin, so John nodded and looked away and thought well that’s that, then, guess he really isn’t gay, or maybe he really doesn’t feel things like that at all, it doesn’t matter, I never would have had a chance with him either way and Sherlock was looking away too as his heart grew heavy in his chest, thinking of course I wouldn’t, it’s you or no one, surely you must know by now…

One Last Update

Hello, everyone.

First of all, I’d like to apologize for the radio silence that seems to have become a permanent aspect of this blog. There has been so much going on in my life and a lot to keep up with.

And that’s why I’m writing this post.

While I was hoping it would never come to this, and even though it breaks my heart to have to do it, I’m shutting this blog down.

I absolutely love writing for you guys. I really, really do. But with school and personal stuff, I just can’t keep up with it consistently anymore, and that isn’t fair to you guys.

So what does this mean?

It means that I will no longer be taking requests or posting with any degree of regularity (which I haven’t been doing for months anyway, so it’s really not going to be that different, I guess). 

I’m not dropping out of the writing world completely. I still plan on posting things on this blog if I write them, but I will only be writing as inspiration strikes and when time permits, not on any sort of schedule or to fulfill any requests in the inbox (though those requests will probably still be used for inspiration at times). If something does get written, it will be posted here, but I can’t tell you when or how often that will happen.

I can’t thank you all enough for how much kindness and love you’ve shown me over the past couple of years. Starting this blog was sort of a spur of the moment thing for me. I never expected it to take off the way it did, and I am so incredibly thankful for the wonderful interactions I’ve had with all of you. I made a lot of friends, learned a lot about myself and my writing, and I had a lot of fun.

You all are so amazing, and wish you the best. Thank you for everything.

Love you all.



Twice in less than a month have enemies on fire ran to me shouting “MEDIC!”.

 I was quite in shock when an enemy soldier on fire ran out of the tunnels in cp_dustbowl heading towards me and shouting medic. A week later in pl_borneo, an enemy Heavy on fire ran towards me spamming medic.

I would’ve healed them. I really would. I didn’t have the heart to finish them off. They never raised their weapons against me. 

anonymous asked:

do you have anyt ips for avoiding samefacing? ;o; all ur characters look super different and unique... how

 tbh i think it just comes down to three things altho this just might be me being bad at giving advice!!!!

1) don’t be afraid to draw ugly people, if youre drawing all your characters based on faces you think are attractive then you aint gonna get far

2) try to think more in terms of caricature than representation!! push those features as far as theyll go 

3) facial features never matter as much as facial structure imo. i always see pages of people drawing different noses/eyes/mouths/whatever for ppl to use for characters, and cool i guess, but if you really want unique characters, what really matters is that your characters have unique facial structures (altho a solid character design should have a combo of unique features and structure ofc)!!! for example, you would probably not mistake these characters for each other

but you could pretty easily mistake these characters for each other

unique hairstyles also help a toonnn in differentiating characters. tldr; givin them each their own individual silhouette should be your first priority if you’re shootin for unique characters!!! also doing studies of peoples faces is Good

Ruined Prom night (Shawn Mendes)

Hi loves,

please request something I’m running out of ideas haha. 

Requests are open!

Summary: Y/N instead of her prom she goes to iHeart Radio festival where Shawn leaves her alone for Camila. 

Hope you enjoy it!

Originally posted by teendotcom

Never in a million years would I have thought I‘d miss my own prom, but looking at my plane ticket I knew it happened. Since I was a little girl I always dreamed about wearing fancy dress to my prom, accompanied by a handsome guy, but when the guy I love asks you to be his pair to iHeart Radio Festival which is happening on your prom night, I guess you don‘t really have choise


„Why are you so nervous?“ Shawn asked slighly laughing at me. „There will be hundrets of people!” “Don’t  worry, you’ll be fine. I won’t leave you” Shawn kissed my lips trying to calm me down. When he left to get ready I knew it was time for me too. I guess wearing make up to cover up my acne skin since I was 15years old paid off because now without any struggles I did some kickass glam make up. After putting on my dress I looked at the mirror. Of course I didn’t look perfect because it would have looked prettier with slimmer legs, flat stomach, but perfection was never a thing. So I didn’t really think about it. If I said I wasn‘t nervous I would be lying because just thinking about standing there next to people you always watched on your computer screen gives me anxiety. Of course I said to Shawn that I won‘t be standing next to him on the red carpet because that would be just too much for me but it still made me nervous.

„You look amazing“ Shawn whispered making my cheeks heat. Even though I‘m dating Shawn for a very long time he still makes me feel like it happened just yesterday.  „Well you don‘t look bad yourself, Mendes“ I smirked looked at him. „I swear to god, Y/N, if we would be alone right now, I would rip that dress off your body“ Shawn huskily murmed leaving small kisses on my neck. „Maybe you should wait till the evening‘s done“  I said knowing it would put him on the edge. „You‘re..“ „Mr.Mendes, Miss Y/L/N. We‘re here“ Shawn‘s drivers said. „Don‘t be scared, princess. I will meet you there“ Shawn kissed my lips before stepping out of the car.


Scrolling down my instagram something catched my eyes. It was Shawn scaring Camila on the red carpet. I guess perfection is a thing now. Camila looked like a goddess with her white top and short-thing, whatever it was. It‘s actually quite rude if you ask me, people still talking about Shawn and Camila dating even though Shawn said in one of his interviews that Shawn and I were in a relationship, but again no one is asking me.

When the evening started but Shawn still wasn‘t with me  I got nervous. Where the hell is that boy? Leaving a few messages I put my phone down and tried to enjoy the evening. He will come eventually. At least that’s what I thought.

On the break he still wasn‘t here. Did he just betrayed me? Scrolling down my social medias I saw pictures of my friends in their  prom dresses. I should have been there with my friends not here. Alone. But after seeing something my sadness quickly changed into anger. There was a photo of Shawn and Camila enjoying themselves. Shawn had his phone in his hands. Maybe he didn‘t see my messages? Of course he did, he just found a better company than you. I couldn‘t be here anymore so I left.

Angrily wiping all the tears rolling down my face I looked through the car‘s window. „You okay, ma‘am?“ driver asked concerned. Nodding my head I smiled through my tears. If someone would have said that I would be crying on my prom night I‘d say they‘re lying. But now look at the mess I am. Pathetic.


Stuffing my mouth with multiple candy and ice cream was never in my planner but sometimes things happens. All I wanted was to leave this place, far from the highways, close to the sea. My phone starts to buzz. I look up to see Shawn calling. There‘s no way I‘m picking up that phone. ‚Have fun with Camila‘ I quickly send it and throw my phone away.


„Hi baby, why did you leave so soon?“ Shawn asked confused. „Are you serious right now? Please tell me you‘re not because if you are then just leave“ I said pissed. „What did I do?“ „What the actual fuck Shawn? That‘s the thing, you did fucking nothing. You left me, your girlfriend alone, when you promised me you wouldn‘t“ I yelled frustrated. „Just calm down. Why are you so mad at me?  I gave you an oppurtunity to be in this festival, for free“ Shawn said rolling his eyes. I can‘t believe what I was hearing. „Wow, thank you hero of the day!“ I yelled putting my hands in the air. „Stop making it such a big deal“ „No fuck you, Shawn. Fuck you and your stupid celebrity life. You don‘t get it, I missed my prom, the night I was waiting since I was five years old, for what? This night that I was all alone why all of my friends enjoyed themselves?!“ I snapped at him leaving our hotel room. I needed to get out of here.


„Stupid stupid stupid“ I started murmuring „Stop crying“ a frustrated yell escaped my lips when I couldn‘t take it anymore.

I was sitting on a hotel’s roof looking at the city’s view in front of me. If I wouldn’t be so mad and sad I wished Shawn was here too.

I turned around when I heard soft music start to play. There was Shawn standing with flowers in his hands. As I got up to leave Shawn grabbed me by my wrist. “Just hear me out” he looked at me apologetically. Again I turned to love but he caught my wrist. Again. “Please” I stopped moving and looked at his eyes. “I know I messed up. Really badly and I’m so sorry” if he thinks saying sorry will sort out everything he’s wrong “I know sorry is not enough. Hell I don’t even have an explanation why I left you alone. But I know that I love you and I’m so sorry for making this mistake. I promise I won’t leave you, never again. And I’m terribly sorry for ruining your prom night. But please can I make it up to you?” Shawn asked hopefully while I was glaring at him. “Y/N, will you dance with me?” He asked giving me flowers. Slowly taking flowers I hugged him. Feeling his body relaxing made me giggle. He was nervous coming here. “I’m still mad at you, Mendes. But nothing can change the fact that I love you. And no prom night, stupid fights will change that.” “I love you too Y/N” Shawn leaned over to kiss me. God, I love him. “But I swear to god, if you leave me again, I will chope off your balls”

Dear Percy, 

Just write back please 

Dear Percy, 

I don’t need anything from you, I just need you to tell me 


Bill and George keep telling me it’s not my fault

Percy Ingatious Weasley, 

That letter you wrote Ron was fucked the hell up and if that’s the kind of letter you’re in the business of writing, then 


I miss you. I hope it wasn’t me that drove you off. I mean, I know it was Dad and the Ministry and all that, but you wouldn’t leave completely if you felt safe with us. 

I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I never really realized that the pranks and stuff were hurting you. But I guess they were. 

If you would write back, just once, I wouldn’t tell Mum or Dad. I just want to know that you’re okay. 

Love, Fred 

PS - You’re missing out. George and I have been having many a late night meeting with Peeves these days, and Ron and Hermione are not as good at Prefect-ing are you were…you would have caught us ages ago. If this plan blows up in our faces instead of Umbridge’s, I’m blaming you.

If I could go back and
rewrite our stories
I think
I would rip out 
all the pages where
you become the 
h e r o.

I know that 
you might hate me
for robbing you
of what could have been:
     the glories
     the adventures
    the challenges
    the legends–

But at least
you might still be here.
At least
we might still be happy.

—  but I guess I was never much of a writer ( j.p. )
I never… really wanted my eyes to be like they are. They aren’t hollow, or missing, they’re just black. Believe it or not, my eyes weren’t like this originally.
When I was around three years old or so, I was on a playground at school like a normal kid my age would be. I was on top of the playset, having the time of my life, when some other kid pushed me over. I don’t remember his name, or really what he looked like, it was so long ago, I guess.
I fell and hit my face on one of the monkey bars. Not just my face, I hit my eyes. I was out for a few hours, and when I woke up, I was in the hospital.My parents said it was ‘hyphema’ or something like that. I couldn’t really see that well, but I got used to it, and eventually I just kinda went with it without complaint. It helped a little to see that 2D guy from that Gorilla band or whatever have the same condition.
—  Tom

I wrote a softe and fluffy thing, @nonbinarytonystark and it’s so warm, like a blanket.

“Are you cold?” Steve asked, already knowing the answer as he noticed another shiver coursing through Tony. It also wasn’t a surprise when Tony shook his head with a smile, wrapping his arms around himself tightly. 

“I’m fine,” Tony assured him, his teeth slightly chattering. “and we’ll be home in the next five minutes so don’t worry.” He then reached out to pat Steve’s arm, fingers brushing against the cold leather of his jacket. “Besides, I can’t have you freezing.” 

Steve rolled his eyes, the action fond. “It’s like you forget that I run hotter than most people.” 

“How could I forget?” Tony replied teasingly. “You’re like a furnace.” 

“Oh really?” Steve said, feigning surprise. “I never would have guessed,” At that point, he began taking off his jacket. “and since you know how hot I run then you know that walking in the cold for five minutes won’t do me any harm.” 

Tony stopped in his tracks as he noticed what Steve was doing before shaking his head. “Steve, no.” He said firmly. “I’d feel bad.” 

“I already feel bad that you’re freezing.” Steve countered as he turned back to look at Tony, his eyes filled with worry. He didn’t want Tony to fall in especially since they had been out and about for more than two hours. 

“I know but-” Tony tried but Steve was quick to interrupt. 

“Just stop being stubborn and wear the jacket.” Steve said, using the voice he used when giving out orders on the field. 

It didn’t affect Tony who looked more amused than anything else but he accepted the jacket before slipping it on. Tony immediately gave a sigh of relief as warmth covered him and he absentmindedly nuzzled into the fluffy collar of the jacket with a pleased smile. 

It made an incredibly endearing picture, Tony with his ruffled hair and rosy nose and cheeks, browns eyes soft and looking his way. Steve’s heart thumped a little bit louder and harder in his chest as he gazed at the man he loved. 

“C’mon,” Steve said. “Let’s head home.” He sounded and felt pleased, knowing that Tony was warm in his leather jacket which was two times his size. Steve would never tell him but he looked adorable. 

“Yeah, let’s go.” Tony nodded, reaching for Steve’s hand through the long sleeves of the leather jacket and intertwined their fingers together. 

Steve didn’t let go until they were in the safety and warmth of their apartment. 

Restless Nights

Summary- MJ hasn’t been sleeping well recently.

A/N- Another part of my Uncle Sam and MJ series; this fic will make sense if you haven’t read the others.

*Let me know if you want to be tagged in any of my works*

Uncle Sam and MJ Masterlist


“Please tell me you started the coffee,” Dean groaned as he stumbled into the kitchen Saturday morning. MJ had not been sleeping well the past week and since his daughter was getting such little sleep, so was Dean.

Sam briefly looked up, doing a double take. Dean did not look good. He had dark circles under his eyes, his hair was disheveled and he looked like he might pass out any second. Sam shook his head, “Dude, you look terrible!”

“Really? I never would have guessed,” Dean snarked. “Coffee?” Sam nodded his head toward the counter where the pot was still mostly full.

“Was MJ up again last night? She fell asleep alright.”

“Yeah, she did, but I don’t know what happened after that. She came into my room soon after I went to bed and she’s pretty much been up since then. I’ve got her dosing in front of the tv now.”

Sam was confused, “I don’t get how she’s still going. She’s had maybe five hours of sleep all week.”

“I don’t know man, but she really needs to start sleeping right again. I don’t know how many more nights of this I can take.”

Sam frowned at his brother, “If she gets up again tonight just send her down to my room. You don’t have to always be on top of it.”

“Thanks Sam.”

“Uncle Sam,” Sam felt a small shake of this arm waking him up. He slowly blinked his eyes, bringing his sight into focus. MJ was standing at the side of his bed, “Uncle Sammy, are you awake?”

“I am now,” he groaned, shifting up onto his forearms. “What’s wrong?”

MJ looked down at her feet, “I can’t sleep and Daddy seemed really tired today. I thought maybe I could come in here.”

“Of course squirt,” Sam sat up in bed, reaching out and lifting MJ onto the bed next to him.

Sam sat back against the headboard, MJ nestled into his side, the stuffed moose Sam gave her squished between them. Sam ran soothing circles into her back, “What’s wrong kiddo, why have you been having such trouble sleeping lately?”

MJ rubbed her face into Sam’s stomach mumbling incoherently. Sam sighed, pushing his niece’s face away from his body, “I can’t understand you when you cover your face and talk.”

MJ picked at her nails, “I don’t know.”

Sam didn’t quite believe her, “C’mon MJ, there must be a reason you haven’t slept all week. Aren’t you tired? If you tell me what’s wrong I might be able to help?”

MJ stayed quiet for a few minutes before she said, “I had a nightmare the other night and I didn’t want to have another one.”

“Why didn’t you just tell your dad or I sooner? We could have helped.”

“I was embarrassed,” MJ frowned. “I didn’t want you to know I had a nightmare.”

“You don’t need to be embarrassed. It’s okay to have nightmares, I have them sometimes.”


“Yeah, nightmares are normal. They can be scary sometimes, but they’re not something to be ashamed of. Your dad and I love you, nightmares and all. So next time you’re having bad dreams, let us know. We want to help you.”

“Okay Uncle Sammy. I promise to tell you next time.” MJ snuggled back into her uncle’s side, comforted by the fact that her uncle had nightmares too.

“Good. I love you and would do anything for you,” Sam kissed her forehead. “Let’s go to sleep okay? You can stay over in here tonight.”

tags: @27bmm  @exploratiionist  @winchesters-favorite-girl   @fabulouslycassie   @iamflanneltrash  @jesstherebel   @nothingiswrongwithit  @percussiongirl2017  @mogaruke  @captainemwinchester

Sometimes it’s nice to feel my anxiety start to take over.
Because in that swift drop of stomach I realize that I am alive,
which I sometimes somehow forget.
The realization then, of course, brings me to death.
That’s never really a great thing because then I think about how death would be a solution from all of this noise that I sometimes secretly crave.
But then I remember that I am afraid to die so that’s no good and the panic starts to bubble up higher on the urge of boiling over.
I guess I should have put a wooden spoon over the pot that is my mind.
And it’s just an endless cycle of my emotional masochism that I don’t know how to stop.
Panic brings self awareness.
Self awareness brings death.
Death brings panic.
And so the cyclical path remains.
But I’ve never know anything else.
So I let it continue.
I let it spill over knowing that I will be the one at 2 AM trying to clean up the mess I’ve made with scalded hands.

Where’s a good spoon when you need one?


sweetgums  asked:

While i'm behing the 2CT, isn't it strange that if they are twins, absolutely no one had made mention of the twin? Like, our!Ciel comes back and they're all happy of his return but no one asks about the other twin? Never? His parents are mentioned plenty of times throughout the story, but not the twin?

Hmmm… I’ve been asked this question many times, answered it many times and yet I still get the same question from time to time, so I guess this really is one of the major issues people have when it comes to 2CT^^;

Anyway, I’m lazy so I’ll just copy and paste my old post, hope that’s okay! xD


Assuming the 2ct is true, I personally would answer this question as following:

If someone in the manga explicitly mentioned the other twin, e.g. Lizzy explicitly asking Ciel “What happened to your twin brother, [insert a cool name like ‘Ciel’ here]??”, then the 2CT would no longer be a ‘mystery’ (not even a ‘theory’), but a ‘fact’ and the fandom wouldn’t need to discuss it, would it? ^^;

If the ‘2CT’ were supposed to be the 'plot twist’ Yana has been planning since the beginning (as she wrote in this post), then of course she wouldn’t let the characters mention the twin explicitly, but keep it as ambiguous as possible until the right moment for the revealing has come.

Also, there’s Sebastian’s Cinematic Record (ch61-63) which showed us the story of how Ciel summoned Sebastian and later returned to the Phantomhive manor. However, we were only shown fragments of the whole CR. For example, there’s the scene where Ciel reunited with Tanaka in the hospital corridor. Then we ‘jump’ to the next scene where we see them them in another room. We actually missed the most important part of their conversation, namely Tanaka asking Ciel questions like “Where have you been?”, “Who’s that tall, black-haired guy??”, “How did you survive?” and maybe also “What happened to your brother?”. The same applies to Lizzy and Madam Red‘s flashback scenes, too; we’ve only seen a small part of their conversation. We don’t know what they talked about prior to/after that scene.

So my answer to your legitimate question “Why did nobody ask after the other twin?” would be: “Because Yana hasn’t shown us those moments (yet)!”


As for the question why people talk about Vincent and Rachel in front of Ciel, but never mention his twin, that’s strange indeed, but I can think of some possible reasons for that:

1) some people (like Tanaka) maybe know Ciel’s true identity but keep silent on it for his sake and avoid talking about the twin

2) if two children get kidnapped for 1 month and only one of them comes back, then it’s not difficult to guess that something very terrible and traumatic must have happened to them. Maybe they don’t talk much about the twin in front of Ciel because they don’t want to hurt him particularly because he obviously suffers from survivor’s guilt (ch91).

3) Let’s wait and see, maybe there is a good reason for all this (for example, maybe Sebastian’s demon power erased everyone’s memories of the twin lol sorry just jk) and it’s just that we haven’t been shown it yet!

En Canine, Care-itas.

Uh so yeah.  When I got tagged for this it isn’t where I pictured it going but you know…. beer.  @contrivedcoincidences6 and @mihosayuri for the MSR prompt:

Scully: “Is this… Is this real? Are you really here?”
Mulder: “It’s real.  I’m here, Scully.  I’m right here.”
Scully: “Prove it.”

I knew I would die, first. It never took a genius to tell me that.  Scully beat cancer, TERMINAL, INOPERABLE cancer.  Sure, I had a little bit to do with that, I like to think.  Skinner did, too I guess, that prick.  Selling his soul to the devil and all.  He always did have the hots for Scully.

And Clyde Bruckman DID tell her she was immortal.  Yeah, yeah, I know.  He wasn’t psychic, right?  Not ALL of his prophecies came true, right?  And I mean, I had Scully… SCULLY… for fuck’s sake, in my bed every night - at least, after I got my shit back together.  And there was that pesky run in with that weird alien virus that left me stranded and looking like absolute shit on a bridge.  But after I rebounded from THAT, I think we all knew there was no way I was going to die from auto-erotic asphyxiation.  I mean, c’mon… who the hell do you think I am anyway?  I’m no David Carradine.

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Today i cried in my room for the fourth time this week. My mother thinks she’s losing me. I hear her talk about me to my father about how she’s worried and my father tells her that I just need some time. I have never blamed my parents for not knowing what I’m really going through; I guess I should blame myself for constantly telling them I’m fine. But I have a fear that if I really did tell them everything, that my mother would never let me go and my father would feel guilty for all the times he told me I just needed to calm down or stop over exaggerating.

Hey there, Since no-one seems to be asking questions I guess I will tell you about one of my OC’s. This ones name is Juniper Wilde and is the daughter of Nick and Judy Wilde. The art is by my good friend Quirky Middle Child.

As a creator I make a lot of characters with backstories that I never really post public because I am too nervous about how they would be received. I have posted headcanons before in the Brony fandom. And surprisingly in a fandom supposedly about love and tolerance I received nothing but hate and arguments from people who follow what I call “The mainstream headcanon.”

I will tell you anything you’d like to know about Juniper Wilde in questions from my askbox. If this turns out well I might show off my other characters I have created. So if ya like to ask me about Surrika or Juniper or even myself don’t be scared to drop an ask.


I maaaayyyy have overdone it with this one xD 

Now then! For one of the most magical and beautiful pairings for this OTP event, LavenderMint!~ I really meant to draw these two before, but I guess I never got around to doing it.. xP

I would have added Fennel, their new child, but I think I added too much already xD

Lavender/Naturetale! Sans belongs to @lavender-sans

Sylphy/Fairy! Sans belongs to @underfaerie



Not when I finally could have you…

Finally did it! the draft had been piling on my computer for a month lol 

This takes place in secret01 episode 6 (I think). i was feeling a bit frustrated since mc didn’t really interact much during the secret episodes. So if the secrets were to have a bad ending, this is what i imagined would happen… i guess? ;;v;;