something i did awhile ago ~


Some facts about The Beatles’ Girls by goddamnthebeatles

Cynthia Powell

  • Born 10 September 1939, died 1 April 2015
  • Dated John Lennon since 1958 and was married to him during 1962 until 1968
  • Mother of Julian Lennon
  • Cyn met John at Liverpool College Of Art, people used to say she was too good for him, George Harrison used to idolize her at the time
  • She found John and Yoko sleeping together in her own house, divocing from him immidiately after
  • Her dream job was being an Art teacher, which she accomplished for a few years
  • Paul McCartney looked after her and Julian during her entire life, being a loyal friend
  • She wrote the book “John” in which she talks about her and Julian’s relationship with John

Jane Asher

  • Born 5 April 1946
  • Dated Paul McCartney during 1963 until 1968
  • She came from a rich, high class family from London
  • Successful actress in her early years, later on she became a writer and a famous baker
  • Jane was the main inspiration for many Beatles’ songs, like “And I Love Her”, “Honey Pie”, “I’m Looking Through You” and many others
  • Paul wanted her to quit her acting career 
  • Jane and Paul broke up definitely when she reportedly found him in bed with Francie Shwartz

Patricia (Pattie) Boyd

  • Born 17 March 1944
  • Dated George Harrison since 1964, meeting him in the set of “A Hard Day’s Night” and was married to him since 1966 until 1977
  • She was a famous model since the late 50s, getting even more acknowledge in the 60s and 70s, later on in her life she became a photographer
  • One of the main reasons why The Beatles went to India in 1968 was through her interest in eastern mysticism
  • John Lennon and Paul McCartney had a crush on her
  • Inspiring muse of “Something” and many other Beatles and George’s songs 
  • Later on she married anotther famous musician, Eric Clapton
  • Pattie wrote the book “Pattie Boyd: Wonderful Tonight” in which she talks about her life, her childhood, her abusive stepfather and her troubled relationship with Harrison and Clapton

Maureen Cox

  • Born 4 August 1946 and died 30 December 1994 from leucemia
  • Married to Ringo Starr since 1965 until 1975
  • Part of the first Beatles’ fans, she used to watch the boys playing at the Cavern Club in the early 60s, at that time she kissed Paul McCartney as part of a dare with a friend
  • Maureen left school at 16 years old to become a hair dresser, her dream job
  • She’s the mother of Ringo’s children Zak, Jason and Lee
  • Maureen had an affair with George, leaving both Ringo and Pattie in dismal

Yoko Ono

  • Born 18 February 1933
  • Married to John Lennon since 1969 until 1980 
  • Mother of Sean Lennon
  • As a child during the WWII, lived in a concentration camp for awhile
  • It is said that Yoko met John at an art gallery where she had an exhibition, although Cynthia’s book reclaims it, assuring she used to send John letters and staying at Keenwood’s gate waiting for him
  • She’s a very well known and respected plastic artist, peace and feminist activist, she also was a musician, being part of the Plastic Ono Band and recording albums with her husband John
  • Yoko introduced Lennon to many new ideologies/phylosophies, she was also a great influence of his actions, there’s a great discussion wherever their relationship was abusive or not
  • Inspiring muse of many of John’s song, being “Woman” the most famous one
  • Yoko was present the day John was murdered

Linda McCartney

  • Born September 24 1941 and died April 17 1998, from a long battle against breast cancer
  • She was married to Paul McCartney since 1969 until 1998
  • Linda met Paul at a bar in London, before that she took pictures of him and the other 3 beatles at the Sgt. Pepper album premiere
  • Mother of Heather, Mary, Stella and James
  • Famous photographer of the 60s, keeping up her work in a more domestic way in her late life, she was also a animal rights activist and a musician, being part of the band Wings and recording albums until the late 90s with her husband Paul 
  • Linda was a Beatles’ fan, she saw the boys playing at the Shea Stadium in 1965, John Lennon was her favorite Beatle
  • She was the source of strength for Paul when The Beatles ended
  • Linda was the first woman to have a photograph featured on the front cover of Rolling Stone Magazine
  • She published several books of her photographs: Linda’s Pictures, Sun Prints, Sixties: Portrait of an Era, Roadworks and more

Olivia Harrison

  • Born 18 May 1948 in Mexico
  • Married to George Harrison since 1978 until 2001
  • Mother of Dhani Harrison
  • She met George through the telephone, she was a secretary at Dark House Records, they used to talk for hours before meeting personally
  • Olivia bravely protected George from being stabbed when a assailant broke into their house
  • She took several important roles on books, documentares, concerts and others regarding George after his death

Barbara Bach 

  • Born August 27 1947
  • Married to Ringo Starr since 1981 until nowadays
  • She met Ringo in the set of “Caveman" 
  • She was also a Beatle’s fan and watched the boys at the Shea Stadium in 1965
  • Barbara is a very famous actress and model of the 70s and 80s, mostly well known for being a bond girl
  • She struggled through years of Ringo’s dependency on acohol
  • Nowadays she’s a philanthropist along with Ringo, both run the Lotus Foundation dedicated to charity

angelycdevil  asked:

I'm starting a new convo because that one got really long...but can we talk about the fucked up way SHIELD dealt Steve? Here's this guy, this 26 (???) year old who was frigging DEFROSTED from the ice he was in for 70 YEARS and they put him in a house in the middle of nowhere before bringing him out to fight ALIENS using HYDRA weapons. Like. What. The. Entire. Fuck.

Ookay so yeah. I stopped watching Agents of SHIELD awhile ago but when I heard about that, I checked out the episode. I was really heartbroken. I don’t have the psychological knowledge to have an opinion on how to handle a situation like that, but I feel putting someone in isolation who has been through something as significant as that wasn’t the best plan?

I want to know, did they ever ask him if he even wanted to be Cap again? Was he even given a choice? I mean, clearly, he’d still say “yup sign me up.” But…did anyone ask if he’d want to go back at it? Or was he just “you have a mission and here you go the end.” It’s been so long since I’ve seen Avengers I kind of forget what Fury and Steve talked about in the gym with the punching bag. (Oop, looks like I need to watch again!) haha 

I would’ve liked someone to have been his friend. Just a person to talk to and hang out with in the cabin. I don’t care if they’re even a professional psychologist. I would’ve just liked him not in isolation. He had all that time to hate himself and miss Bucky and wonder where Peggy was or how she was or wonder about all the people he knew and what happened to them. I just think that’s so sad. 

Not to mention the effects of solitary confinement on anyone detained….. like …. it’s not easy for anyone and it’s certainly not something anyone should subject someone to (but here we are IRL detaining people in solitary…. I’m not bitter or anything…. -_-)

But anyway, Steve. 

I didn’t like that :( 

braveten  asked:

5 headcanons about Victor annoying Yuuri (or Yuuri annoying Victor)

(these are 100% inspired by chrissy teigen’s tweets, and also by our chats when we were talking about her lmao)

1. victor has taken to doing this thing where he sends yuuri nudes and then says, “sorry wrong person.” it’s funny, it’s really funny, it’s comedy gold—until it isn’t. until at one point yuuri texts back, “no worries, happens to me all the time :p” and then victor realizes. he realizes that he’s never, not once, gotten a nude from katsuki yuuri. “wait what?” he types back, fingers flying over the touch screen. “yuuri? yuuri. who’ve you been sending yours to??” but no response comes, and victor is frantically shoving the groceries into the recyclable bag. he ignores the looks he gets from the cashier and surrounding customers. then he’s stumbling out of the store, pulling his phone out again and hitting call.

“what does that mean?” he asks, no preamble. // “hmm?” yuuri’s voice is nonchalant on the other line, innocent. // “yuuri,” victor whines. // but yuuri only yawns: “sorry, which one are you? i have so many contacts saved under the name ‘boyfriend’ so you’re going to have to identify yourself.” 

victor never tries to be funny again. 

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The Mysterious Case of Missing Moose Items

Warnings: None. Just fluffiness
Characters: Sam & Dean Winchester, Sister Winchester Reader
Summary: You keep taking Sam’s stuff
Reader’s Age: Any
Word Count: 588(like I said it’s a drabble)

Y/N: Your Name

A/N: Wrote half of this awhile ago when I still had my laptop and I finished it a few days ago and boom here it is! Also figured y'all needed something nice and fluffy after the last imagine… Heh… Enjoy!

“Dean, have you seen my laptop?” Sam asked his brother, looking frantically around the library.

“No. Did you lose it?”

Sam gave Dean the classic Winchester bitch-face. “If I hadn’t lost it, I wouldn’t be asking you,” Sam snarked.

“Well looks like you also just lost my help,” Dean picked up his book and walked off.

Sam’s alarm clock blared in his room and startled him awake. He rolled over with a groan and shut it off. Sighing, he got up and dragged his feet, heavy with sleep, over to his dresser. Sam opened a drawer, realizing he only had two flannels left. With a confused look, Sam took one of the two flannels left and came to the conclusion that simply no one’s done the laundry in awhile.

Sam had a shower, got dressed and made his way to the library.

“Is Y/N up yet?” Sam asked once he saw Dean scrolling on his laptop, feet up on the table and leaning back in a chair.

“Not that I know of,” Dean answered, noticing Sam’s flannel. “Didn’t you wear that a few days ago?”

“I thought so too…” Sam looked down at his clothes, “All my shirts and flannels are disappearing. Has anyone done the laundry?”

“Yeah. Y/N did it yesterday,” Dean told Sam, fianlly getting into this odd mystery.

“Maybe she hasn’t brought my clothes to my room yet.” Sam said just above a whisper, but with the quiet that the Bunker always had, Dean heard.

“Dean!” Sam yelled from down the hall, peeking his head out of his bedroom door.

“What?!” Dean yelled back, not bothering to get up from his comfy spot in a chair.

“Did you take one of my books?” Sam yelled back, walking around the corner into the kitchen.

Dean called back, “Dude, I haven’t taken any of your stuff.”

Sam’s eyebrows furrowed together, wondering why his stuff keeps magically disappearing.

Sam’s thoughts were interrupted as he saw you waltz into the kitchen. His eyes instantly went to the flannel you were wearing, not just any flannel, his flannel.

Sam cleared his throat. “Y/N?” You turned around, giving him a silent cue to continue. “Is that my flannel?” He pointed to the giant red plaid flannel you were wearing. You looked down at it and fiddled with the soft, long sleeves.

“Uhmmm… no?” you answered, avoiding Sam’s eyes in hopes he won’t make you give them back.

“Are you the one stealing my stuff?” Sam couldn’t help the grin that wormed it’s way in.

“Okay,” you huffed in defeat. “I usually just take like one or two of your flannels, but then I kept losing them so I kept taking more…”

Sam gave you a straight and unreadable face, making you crack like an egg. “They’re comfy!” you defended, waving your hands around and the long sleeves flew around, nearly hitting a pan.

“I want my flannels back, and all the other stuff you took from me,” Sam chuckled, “but… you can keep one.

“Fine…” You pouted, shuffling back to your room to find all the hidden flannels you stole. Dean started laughing as he watched the mystery unfold.

“I don’t get why she goes after my things,” Sam chuckled.

“As long as she doesn’t take my stuff…” Dean snarked, earning an eye roll from Sam. “Y'know… Some of my blankets have been going missing- Y/N!!” Dean yelled, racing out of the kitchen after you as he heard Sam burst out laughing.

I hope y'all like this one! I’m open for tips on improving!

Tagging: @magicalsis11, @joanne-egberp, @16wiishes, @ledledledledled, @fanboyswhereare-you, @athenepallas, @sammyfrigginwinchester, @spnkisum, @xsecretrejectx, @pretty-odd-jenn, @jamies-supernatural-world, @oneshotsdeanshort, @jiggysupernatural, @jensen-jarpad, @capruinedmylife, @bea789, @beholders-chroniclers, @starswirlblitz, @of-virtuoso

(Just cause I love the title so much I gotta give cred to @20secspnfam4 who came up with it XD)
Hide and Seek

“Oi, Y/L/N.” Michael shouts as he enters the room, sauntering over to you with confidence in his step.

“What do you want now Gray?” You ask flirtatiously, flicking your eyes up from the book to meet his for only a second.

“What are you doing tonight?” He’s stopped next to you, leaning back against the table cooly with his hands in his pockets.

“I don’t know, what’d you have in mind?” You hum, looking up at him with admiration as your head’s in your hand.

“Tommy asked me to watch Charlie.”

“You? Isn’t that what the maids are for?”

“Yeah well after the whole kidnapping he doesn’t really trust Charlie with anyone but family.”

“What are you trying to get at Gray?”

“Would you want to help me? I’m no good with kids but I told him I’d look after Charlie anyways.” He rambles as you get up from your seat so your close to him.

You cock an eyebrow at him. “Are you saying you think of me as family?”

“And so what if I am?” He says, looking down at you.

“Well then… I’d say I’m in.” You say giving him a pat to the chest, steadying yourself as you lean up to kiss him. “Pick me up after work.”

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Seeing Is Believing (Pt 13)

A/N: Here. *throws confetti* I wrote this.

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Warnings: language, torture, blood, pain

Word Count: 1.5k

Seeing Is Believing MASTERLIST

Originally posted by canonspngifs

You heard Dean yelling into the phone before you began seizing.

You fell over as your body convulsed and everything went black.


“Y/N?” You heard Dean’s voice, but you couldn’t wake up. You felt tired, like you needed to rest.

Dammit, sweetheart, please wake up.” Dean was carrying you, you could feel that you were in his arms.

Dean!” you heard Sam’s voice echo through the building before Dean set you down. You tried to wake up. You fought to wake up. There was demons here. You could smell them. They smelled of blood and rotting flesh. In your half conscious state you wondered if Sam and Dean could smell them too.

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what was supposed to be a series of doodles morphed into a comic- based on an ask I got awhile ago (although at this point, I don’t remember exact words, or who sent the message).

I would have liked to touch upon stuff like this after I did the whole “How did the Skelebros meet the boneheads” comic, but I didn’t want to stop working on this after I started drawing it down. So, consider this a comic that takes place after the events of a comic that hasn’t come out yet 8D;. (something tells me one of my next pages for my blog, is one that shows the comics in some kind of chronological order >>; 

Like I said, I don’t remember exact words for the message, but I think it was something along the lines of whether or not Sans and Papyrus would be freaked out of one of the boneheads suddenly removed their head, only to see they were completely fine. I don’t remember what my answer was at the time (wow there’s actually a lot I don’t remember from this ), but my conclusion while making this was, yeah they probably would be. Considering the only time we see Papyrus’s head detached from his body is when he’s killed, I get this sense that maybe that’s just something Papyrus and Sans can’t do. Not unless they want that specific body part to turn to dust.

continuation/slightly different ending under the cut:

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“Tightrope Walking” - Part 4

“Tightrope Walking” - Part 4

(Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3)

My Masterlist - Here

Bruce Wayne x Reader - Romantic Relationship

Jim Gordon x Reader - Father/Daughter Relationship

Jerome Valeska x Reader - Past Friendship

Word Count: 1620

Key: Y/N = Your Name, L/N = Your Last Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color

Warnings: Violence, cursing (the usual),

Summary: Jerome announces that he has you live on tv and then welcomes you to his lethal big top circus.

Author’s Note: This was kind of written quicker than the other parts. I really wanted to get the points across while also sticking kind of true to the storyline and adding my own stuff into it. I hope I did it justice. I honestly can’t wait to write the next parts and have you guys read it! It will be lengthier, so please bare with me! 

I do have an idea of writing the next part from Bruce’s point of view and then having the part after that be the one that is super intense. We’ll see if I run with that idea or not.

If you would like to be tagged in any of my future pieces (All Works, Specific Fandoms, or Specific Multi-Parts), please let me know! And as always, feedback is greatly appreciated!


- DreaSaurusREX

Tags: @cheyennethefangirl @theeactress @luciebell-writes @welcome-to-cobblepothell @aya-fay

You woke up and found yourself still handcuffed, but you were no longer in the GCPD. You didn’t know where you were, but it was some sort of warehouse or factory. Most of the lights were out or super dim. Looking around, you didn’t see Jerome. There was a chair in a spotlight to your right though. A man was tied to the chair with a multitude of explosives surrounding him. He noticed that you were awake.

“So you’re the one Jerome talked about. You’re sweetcheeks!” You cringed at that. Trying to shuffle further away from him, he started to laugh. He really was as crazy as the rest of Jerome’s followers. Just as you were about to stand up, a door on the other side of the room opened. Jerome stepped through with a large camera that had a Channel 9 logo on the side of it.

“Do I really have to tape your mouth shut too, Dwight? You’re freaking her out.”

You had a feeling you knew what he was going to do. It would be very unlike Jerome to not show off that he is alive. What better way to do it than with a literal bang.

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It’s been awhile since I wrote (or drew…) something on this page…

For my new and old followers: Thank you for your constant reblogging of my (very) old Sherlolly fanart and sorry if I didn’t post anything new during the last 10 months.

These past months I wanted to concentrate on my projects and on deciding what I really do to my life;in order to do this I had to put aside for awhile all the fandom stuff (and my patreon too).
It was like the first time I did my first fanart 5 years ago: at that time I was just past a very difficult and depressing time, my life was a mess and I just could not draw anything from 2 years, because I decided that become an illustrator was useless for me, so I decided to quit my expectations and become everything that the society and my family wanted me to be.
The result was that I felt empty inside, and I couldn’t stand my reflection on the mirror. I hated myself and what I had become.
One day I saw a tv show on my computer and then I stumbled on @artishocks on Tumblr… and I discovered a new world.

Starting this blog has been an act of revenge against myself and what I had become, I chose to throw myself in this fandom and I started to draw again after 2 years of silence.

I want to thank every person who had believed in me during all these years and have watched me growing up.
Sometimes it was a veeery slow process (thanks to my constant companion: the anxiety) and sometimes I had to disappear for a while from the fandom because all the hate, the wars and all the stupid trolls make me want to throw away everything (it was very exhausting, seriously.).
All this long post is just to say thank you and that I am not disappearing; I am just preparing something to return at my fanart, maybe in another form or using other tools.
Stay tuned!

Fighting with Mopey- Michael Latta

Originally posted by pattytkane

Hey ya’ll! So here’s one for Latts! I love all three of the brobeans! 3-for-1 ketchup! Need I say more? I really wanted to work the ketchup into this one, but it didn’t work, so just imagine the ketchup is sitting in the fridge XD Anyway so this one is kinda angsty, but gets cute at the end! Hope you guys like it!

Warning: arguing, cussing

Anon Request: Hey can you do a Michael Latta imagine where you two get into a fight and you leave but he comes after you? Thanks!


              Rockford, Illinois was not where you expected to be a year ago.

              Then again you loved Mikey and would follow him anywhere.

              Like say LA. Then Rockford.

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anonymous asked:

Awhile ago you did like predacon s/o hiding there sparklings and i was wondering if you could do that with other bots like mtmte Drift, Rodimus and poly cygate or anyone else you think it be cute with I mean if you have time of course


The mech caught on to your change of behavior quickly but, trusted you to tell him when you were ready. He could see you were worried about something.He is worried when you don’t return to recharge very night.

When he does see the sparklings for the first time he doesn’t actively try to touched them waiting for a curious few to come to him and they do. They recognized him by his scent from when they smelt it off you.

Drift isn’t immune to nipping from the sparklings though.


He wants to know he’s the captain of this ship and should know every that happens on the Lost Light.

He pulls a James Bond and tries to sneak around to find out what you’re hiding. It doesn’t work out like he wanted. Predacons have good hearing you know.

Knowing that Rodimus won’t keep his nose out of it you gave in and showed him. His optics shined at the pile of munchkins. You couldn’t stop him from laying in the pile and ending up having sparkling crawl over him trying to figure out what this strange bot was doing here.

Totally doesn’t try to sneak one out of the nest.

Cyclonus & Tailgate(Poly Cygate)

Cyclonus knew something personal was going on so he didn’t press for answers. Tailgate on the other servo took it personal he honestly though you didn’t like them anymore though Cyclonus denied the claim.

For Tailgate’s precious spark you should tell him what’s really going on here. Also be prepare to lost Tailgate in a pile of sparklings. (Can someone draw Tailgate in a pile of sparkling beans please) The minibot does does try to name some if you haven’t already. 

Cyclonus stays his distance wanting for your word to near the sparklings. However the sparklings and Tailgate come to him leave you with an amuse look as Cyclonus’ lap is engulfed.

Two Worlds Part Six: John Laurens x Alexander Hamilton’s Sister Reader

In collaboration with: @desperatepenguin722

Word Count: 1140

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five

A/N: Just, keep reading everyone. This one’s fluffy. 

Alex nodded and left just as John walked in. John greeted Alex before he left, then sat down next to you and kissed your cheek. “Hey babe,” he said with an easy, nonchalant feeling. You, on the other hand, were completely tense.

You put a hand on his, mostly to feel his touch and comfort yourself. “Hey, listen, there’s something we need to talk about.”

“Hey before you start, can I say something really quick?” He asked with a slight smile. You searched his eyes, looking for any sort of worry, but he just seemed sad.

“Um, yeah sure, of course,” you replied, surprised.

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Hey guys! Many, many months ago someone requested I make these available to buy, and I did that awhile ago for the Asexual Pirate one. Well, I will finally be making the Ace Invaders one available too in the next couple days. This is also good news because for the next couple days the website will be having a Black Friday sale! As far as I know, everything is at least 20% off, plus many items are up to 50% off! There are t-shirts, stickers, plus many more items!

You can buy the things here!

If there is something that isn’t currently in my shop that you’d like to buy, feel free to message me and I’ll try to get that up for you!

~Admin Sierra

anonymous asked:

Can you explain more the thing about cyclical narratives and why fanfiction is like medieval literature? it sounds cool

okay, it’s been quite awhile since i studied medieval lit, but i studied a fuckton of it a decade ago. @lesetoilesfous, my precious medievalist, let me know if i get something wrong. 

so basically before the advent of widespread literacy, available books, AFFORDABLE books, and methods of reliable preservation (and even for awhile afterwards), the idea wasn’t so much to tell a new story. new stories were about some guy nobody had heard of, and who the fuck cared about him? nobody that’s who. 

but what people did want to hear were the old stories. the ones based on heroic events. legendary people from the past. people that maybe really did exist, and certainly everyone had opinions about.

a lot of people have played that game where you whisper something down the line of players and at the end the phrase is a jumbled mess of what it used to be. and of course, that’s what happened with stories, but instead of a line of giggling eight year olds, you have people who are really good storytellers. who sure, love the source material, but who also have their own interests and biases. who maybe tell the story a little different than they heard it told to them, who give a heroine the red hair of their lover, or who maybe even change the setting a little to make comparisons to contemporary political struggles. 

of course you’ve also got those guys memorizing the illiad so they can sing it with a harpist, but that’s another side of this whole thing. 

it’s like the branches of a tree. wild stories branch out, highly cultivated ones maybe don’t so much. but they still do a little.

fast forward to the middle ages where we start to have recorded english writing (i’m talking english as a language, not translations of things in other languages that had existed for ages). new authors are writing the way they told stories. the goal isn’t to tell the newest one, but to tell an old story in a good, interesting way. people know what’s going to happen, but they’re thrilled, excited, delighted when it happens anyway. shakespeare did it too. milton did it with the bible. and a host of other writers.

they were writing fanfiction. or, rather, what we now call fanfiction is the original form written literature seems to have taken in most cultures that i know of. almost any story you find from middle english writing was based on another story. there are constant references which the readers would have excitedly noticed and been pleased about, or annoyed at the heavy handedness of. because stories in many ways follow the same pattern that humor does, as in, we have a cultural set of expectations and what’s funny or delightful or terrifying is how those expectations are played with, how they’re turned on their head, or just skewed a little. our expectations are cyclical. we want romance, then we want restraint. we want heroes then we want tragic antiheroes. and so on, and so forth. 

there is nothing wrong with original fiction. not at all. but fanfiction has an ancient history. i for one kind of prefer it. but also i like getting paid so there’s the struggle i guess. 


Day 18

Imagine Meeting Sherlock Holmes

Part 1

For My Followers




Blood, so much blood.

And then darkness.


“Sherlock can I ask why we are investigating this case? It’s not as exciting as the ones you usually go after,” John mutters as he flips through the case file. Sherlock is facing the wall and standing utterly still. “It’s clear cut, the father killed everyone in the family.”

“Yes but the daughter survived,” Sherlock remarks.

“But he thought she had died so there’s nothing special there,” John counters making Sherlock spin around and face him.

“He didn’t, he knew she was still alive. Tell me John what’s the motive for killing everyone except his daughter?” Sherlock demands and John frowns.

“I’m not sure.”

“Exactly! This isn’t just any middle aged man going crazy this is different. I have to solve it.”


Bright lights.

Repetitive beeping.

Bleach smell.

Aching soreness.


Opening your eyes you flinch at the bright lights before examine your surroundings.

You’re in a hospital that’s for sure.

You barely remember what happened.

Your parents were fighting upstairs. Johnny was crying in his crib.

And then gunshots. Before you could react your father was standing in your doorway holding a smoking gun.

And then nothing.

Sitting up slowly you push yourself back against the pillows. Your torso is throbbing. Looking down you see your stomach all wrapped up under the hospital gown. Your father shot you there.

“Miss?” the chipper voice makes you jolt in surprise. It’s a nurse standing in the doorway wearing a sympathetic smile. “I see you’ve awoke. Are you okay? Feeling any pain? Need anything?”

“No just water,” you rasp. The nurse cheerfully pours you a cup from the pitcher beside your bed that you hadn’t noticed. You take long gulps until your throws doesn’t feel so dry.

“Anything else honey?”

“No, which hospital is this? How did I get here? Also what happened? I don’t remember much,” you ramble and the nurse frowns.

“I better let the detectives talk to you,” she murmurs and bustles out before you can say anything else.

Three men quickly replace her. Two you recognize from the papers as Sherlock Holmes and John Watson.

“Hello Miss Morten I am Greg Lestrade I w-”

“Doesn’t matter, I’m Sherlock Holmes and I will be solving your case,” the brunette man interjects and sits down next to your bed. John rolls his eyes and Greg only huffs.

“What case? Where is my family? I saw my dad had a gun, did he kill them all?” you question. You fear the answer.

“Yes he did, my condolences. We need to ask you a few questions but they can wait if you don’t feel up to it,” Greg says and you smile graciously.

“Nonsense there is no time to waste. Now (Y/N) Morten tell me about that night,” Sherlock demands and you raise an eyebrow.

“I will only because I want to know why dad killed my family and I know you can figure it out. The night he went crazy mom and dad were arguing upstairs. I think they were fighting about a favor they did for a powerful man awhile ago-”

“What favor? What man?” John asks.

“I didn’t hear much but I did hear that this man has been having them care for something important to him. They were fighting because the man was angry. My mother did something to anger him and my father was worried the man was going to do something to us. Next thing I heard was a gunshot and my mother screaming.”

“Can you tell us what happened when your father came downstairs?” Greg prompts and you nod. For some reason you don’t feel so awful, maybe you’re still in shock.

“I got out of bed to go call the police but my dad was in my doorway. It was dark and for some reason he looked smaller to me. Before I could even scream he shot me. Things get blurry after that but I’m sure I heard him apologize to me. His voice sounded higher though.”

“So maybe your father didn’t do this? Of course! Another person did! I knew the gunshot your father had in his head wasn’t consistent with suicide,” Sherlock exclaims and jumps to his feet.

“I’m sorry he seems excited about the death of your family,” John murmurs to you.

“It’s okay, I’ve read about you two I get it,” you reply. “So Sherlock of my father didn’t kill my family who did?”

“That’s what I’m going to find out,” he vows and then quickly breezes by. John follows after but Greg stays.

“I do need an official statement before I let you rest,” Greg grumbles and pulls out a notebook.

You give him his statement and then the nurse gives you more pain drugs which knock you right out.


Sherlock examined your whole family and found nothing out of the ordinary. He couldn’t track down this powerful man and he couldn’t find what the man asked your parents to do.

“Isn’t odd how (Y/N) looks so different from her family,” John muses absentmindedly. Sherlock’s eyes snap open and stare at John. “I mean they are all fair-haired, plump, large-nosed, short people but she is a dark-haired, thin, button-nosed, tall individual. They look nothing alike.”

Sherlock chuckles and John stares at him weirdly.


“Don’t you get it? The favor her parents were doing! The man asked them to adopt his child to keep her safe. That’s why she doesn’t look like them.”

“How do you know she isn’t biologically theirs? That still leaves the question of why her family was killed.”

“We can get the DNA proved shortly but we need to talk to (Y/N) more about what she heard.”


“You want to know how my parents treated me?” you snort. Sherlock however keeps a very serious expression. “My Mom and dad were kind and sweet.”

“So they were perfect parents?” Sherlock asks.

“Well no, no parents are perfect. They were pretty damn close though.”

“Has anything happened recently that would put their parenting skills to the test?” John rephrases.

“Well two weeks before the-incident my mom and I were in a car accident. She didn’t see someone coming and the side of the car was rammed. My window shattered and I was cut all over but other than that we were both fine.”

“Exactly,” Sherlock murmurs and rushes out. John nods at you before take his leave as well.

You shake your head at the detectives and turn your attention to a card that was left on your table while you slept.

It reads: ‘get well soon.’ At the bottom it’s signed JM.

“Wonder who that is,” you utter to yourself and set he card back.


Allies, Axis + Canada accidentally make their s/o cry when they yelled.

America/Alfred F. Jones
It’d just been a quick bust, nothing more. You’d been arguing for the better part of an hour, and he snapped. But regret replaced anger as he saw your eyes mist.
“Oh shit, shit, shit, no.” He rushed back over and cupped your face, swiping the tears away as they came.
“I‘m so sorry, I‘m sorry. Babe don‘t cry, please?” He kept clearing your face, guilt drenching his words. He hadn’t meant to snap, but then again, no one ever did. And that you could understand, the argument had simply gotten to him.

Canada/Matthew Williams
You’d have to piss Mattie off pretty badly before he even raised his voice. That being said, it hadn’t been you who’d done the riling up. It was the day he’d had, another few hours of taking the beatings for his brother. All you’d asked was what the man wanted for dinner, and he spouted a return.
“I don’t know!” He looked over the second he’d realized what he’d done. Your face was twisted and a thin line of tears was of your lid.
“No.” He said before bringing you into a hug, he almost wanted to cry himself.
China/Yao Wang-
It’d been trivial at the time, you simply didn’t listen to his instructions. You were cooking and turned away for what you assumed was a second. But in fact it was just long enough for it to burn.
“All. You. Had. To. Do. Was. Listen!” He bit each word, starling you, so badly your utensil clatter to the floor.
“And now a mess?!” He screamed, this time much closer to your face. But his irritation faded when he saw tears welling in your eyes. He laced his arms around you and allowed you to sob into his shoulder. Afterward he apologized and cleaned up, happily re-cooking the dish.
England/Arthur Kirkland-
He’d been ranting again, and you’d gotten quite used to it. But thus far you’d never been the focus of his anger. But this time was different, you’d toppled over a set of antique tea cups. Sure they weren’t his personal favorites, but the still had sentimental and monetary value.
“…And that‘s why you need to watch your damned feet.” He turned around for the first time in half an hour. Your face was streaked with tears and your nose red from the constant rubbing and sniffling. His eyes widened as he looked at you, not wanting to believe he was responsible for your current state.
(I don‘t want a happy ending for this because I really feel it would take awhile to get over him being such an ass. But you forgive him after he burns his hand trying to make you a cake.)
France/Francis Bonnefoy-
??? I don’t see him yelling at you???? Like ever???
Russia/Ivan Braginsky-
All you’d been doing was laundry, like you always did. But this time something of Russia’s slipped into your own pile. You’d shrunken his jacket, and decided to present it…that was nearly an hour ago. He’d been gritting his teeth and ordering the rest of the time. 
“What if it‘d been something important?! You need to pay closer attention!” He stroked an absentminded finger across his scarf. This lecture was more of a warning than anything else.
“Y-yes, R-Russia…” And you had to storm out. After he realized what he’d done he search for you, and found you sobbing inconsolably. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t try. He’d hold you close and whisper soothing things into your ear.
Germany/Ludwig Beilschmidt-
You were very used to being corrected by Germany, corrected, mind you, not yelled at. Occasionally he’d tell you to straighten up or clean this and that, but it was never in malice. But after you’d been running around with Italy and broken a vase…it was different. He heard the crash and stormed in, catching you red handed while picking up the pieces. And before you could even apologize he barked.
“You should know better than to be so stupid!” He watched and waited for you to finish cleaning, not noticing the beads strolling down your cheeks.
(He‘s also an ass. And shitty at apologies. He‘d most likely avoid the situation until it came to a head and a HUGE argument. Where after he apologizes and pays you extra affection because he know he‘s an ass sometimes.)
Italy/Feliciano Vargas-
????He wouldn’t???? He’s a sweet baby??? And squishy. Squish.
Japan/Kiku Honda-
See Italy and France. It’s just not happening.

turtletotem  asked:

Erik, 13

In answer to this character headcanon ask meme.

@turtletotem This is SUCH a cop out. I’m so sorry!

But my mind immediately jumped to this little Erik drabble I wrote awhile ago. And, it’s really not my headcanon, it’s @cherikyassss headcanon, but as she’s my brain twin I suppose one could argue that we share headcanon?

Here it is:

Originally posted by pinkoptics

“You’ve never looked more beautiful, darling.”

The words ran through Erik like an electric current. His body stilled unnaturally and his breath hitched. Charles’ tone had been warm and clearly teasing, but something in Erik did not seem to care that Charles wasn’t serious.

Charles had said he was beautiful.

Charles had called him darling.

As the words replayed in his mind, something twisted in his chest. An emotion he hardly recognized, but was fierce and hot, seared through him. He missed whatever conversation passed between Charles and the winged mutant whose name seemed suddenly irrelevant. His focus narrowed to the ache, because that’s what it was, burning in a spot where he’d felt virtually nothing but rage for so long.

He did not even recognize that she’d gone until he felt a warm hand pressed over his own, drawing him back into the here and now.


The warmth seeped from Charles to Erik, curling into the ache and making it blaze.


Basically, Charles complimenting him in any manner absolutely flusters Erik - his appearance, his personality, his character, his mind - it all flusters Erik (at least internally- perhaps he’s as stoic as ever externally), who has never been complimented, who has never had someone care, someone notice, someone think him beautiful, intelligent, fierce, loyal, etc.