what she says: I’m fine

what she means: is “doo” scooby doo’s last name? since scrappy’s name also ends in “doo” i’m lead to believe that it is…but then there are characters like scooby dum?? which doesn’t make any sense at all. are scooby doo and scooby dum not related? how do dog naming conventions work in the dooniverse???

  • *in the lab*
  • Mary:*sipping coffee* How was the date last night, Molly?
  • Sherlock:*at his microscope; rolls his eyes*
  • Molly:*sighs* Bloody awful! We had absolutely nothing in common. He thought a specialist registrar was a marriage guidance counsellor.
  • Mary:*raises an eyebrow* Wow...
  • John:*sympathetic* Chin up. You'll meet someone.
  • Molly:*shrugs* I don't know; maybe it's me.
  • Sherlock:Oh for God's sake, Molly, of course it's not you. You're perfect.
  • Molly:...
  • John:...
  • Mary:...
  • Molly:...
  • Sherlock:*looking between them; frowns* Oh, come on. This is not news!
  • John & Mary:*murmur their agreement*
  • Molly:*blinking; overwhelmingly happy* R-really?
  • Sherlock:*nods* Yup.
  • Molly:*throws her arms around his neck; kisses his cheek* Thank you.
  • John:*mutters to Mary* We think so, too.
  • Sherlock:*cheeks pink* You can sod off.
You’re Not Going to Ruin Your Friendship - Calum Imagine

request; can you pleaseeee do an imagine where you have a crush on one of the boys and you over hear the boys talking about you? (and u end up together)

once again sorry for the wait. i just started writing imagines again. hope you like this imagine! X

All you could think about was Calum. He was on your mind day and night. There was never a time when your mind wouldn’t wonder off to him. Just hearing his name made you melt on the inside. Being around him was becoming harder and harder as your feelings for him continue to grow. 

You didn’t mean to start liking him. You knew you shouldn’t like him. But there was just something about him that made you feel the way you do for him. He makes you feel all these butterflies in your stomach and makes you smile without even trying. 

So to say you had a crush on him was an understatement. You have come to think that you might be falling in love with Calum. As crazy as that may sound. All you knew was that whatever you were feeling towards him was not going away anytime soon. 

With your luck, Michael invited you over to hangout with the other guys. His excuse to have you come over was that they were going to grill out. Michael knows about your “little” crush on Calum. It’s not that easy to hide how you feel about him especially with Cal around. Your crush is the most obvious thing, you’re surprised how the Calum, Luke, or Ashton have yet to notice. But that’s a good thing for you. A really good thing. For one, if Luke and Ashton knew as well they would never quit bugging you about it. You’re lucky that Michael has been a good friend and has kept his mouth shut about it to this day. And second, you’re not sure if you want for Calum to know that you have feelings for him. The risks of telling him are too risky for your liking.
What if you ignore your feelings long enough that they just fade away? Yeah right. They’re too strong now to get rid of them. 

No need to lie, half of the time you were debating whether or not to go to Michael’s place. You knew that Calum would be there. Which means you’d have to see him. And it kills you seeing him and not being able to call him yours. So because of that you were going to call Michael and make up some lame excuse to not go. Instead of doing that, though, you went to your room, retouched your makeup, changed into a casual yet cute outfit, grabbed your purse and keys, then headed out the door. You had decided that you weren’t going to hide behind your feelings. Maybe at one point you’ll have the guts to tell Calum. (Okay that’s a lie.)

“Y/N! You made it!” Luke grins as he opened the door for you. 

You give him a hug and smile, “Hey, Luke.”

“Y/N is here!” Luke shouts to the guys. 

Michael and Ashton greet you as you walk to the grill where they are grilling.
You were nervous to see Cal who wasn’t anywhere to be seen. You take a look around the backyard to see if you could find him. Then you turned back to Michael and asked, “Where’s Cal? I thought he was gonna be here." 

"I’m right here.” You can feel his breath on your skin. 

He had snuck up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. You turned around quite nervously in his arms to face him. His gesture had surprised you to say the least. Although you’ll admit that it felt good to be held in his arms. 

“Oh, h-hi.” Was all you managed to breathe out.

“Let’s go in the pool?” Cal asks you, a smile on his face. 

He turns around and starts walking towards the pool stairs to get in. He was shirtless, his holy body on display. You couldn’t help but stare at him as he walked over to the pool. But then you remembered you weren’t alone and you needed to stop staring before anyone noticed. 

“I uh, I’m going to go change. I’ll be back.” You headed to the bathroom so you could change into your bikini that you brought with you. 

When you entered the bathroom and closed the door and put your back against it. A long sigh left your lips as you closed your eyes. 

How am I going to keep it together in front of him. He’s wearing just swim trunks and damn does he look good in them. Control yourself, Y/N. Don’t make a fool of yourself and don’t make your crush even more obvious.
You thought a couple of things before changing. Before going back out you took a deep breath. 

When you came out the guys were all in the pool, playing around. You remove the towel you had wrapped around your body and set it down on the lounging chair. You then sat down on the edge of the pool, putting your feet in. The guys were still playing around not paying any attention to you. Except Calum. You catch his gaze and you lock eyes for a few seconds before Michael splashes him. 

As you were going to get in the pool you noticed that whatever Michael had left grilling was burning. 

“Great cook you are, Mike.” You laugh as you got up to remove whatever it was he left on the grill. 

“Thanks. I know I’m the best cook in town." 

You laugh, shaking your head. "I’m gonna put this in the trash since it’s all burnt now thanks to the best cook." 

It didn’t take long for you to go in and throw away the burnt food. You saw that they had gotten out of the pool and were drying themselves off. You were going to step out, but stepped back when you heard Calum and Michael talking. 

"Could you make it anymore obvious that you were checking her out? I told you that you need to tell her about your feelings.” Michael says to Calum.

“I don’t want to ruin our friendship if she doesn’t feel the same." 

"Trust me, mate, you aren’t going to ruin your friendship.” You see that famous smirk appear. 

There was a possibility that he was gonna tell him how you felt so you decided it was time to come out. “Why’d you guys come out so early?” You try acting like you heard nothing. 

Shock was still flooding your body. There was no way that Calum had feelings for you too. It was hard for you to hide your reaction to the new information you just found out. But you just acted like nothing you heard was said. 

An hour had passed and Ashton, Luke, and Michael had gone in the pool again. Calum and you decided not to go in so you guys went into the living room. You were nervous to be alone with him for obvious reasons.  You decided you were going to tell him how you feel knowing now that he feels the same way. 

“Hey, Cal, I need to tell you something.” Even though you heard that he has feelings for you, you couldn’t help but still be nervous.

“I need to tell you something as well. I’m probably risking a lot by telling you, but I just need to tell you." 

You knew what he was talking about. He was going to admit how he feels about you. 

"I think I know what you’re talking about. I may have heard you and Michael talking earlier.” You admit. 

It was out of the blue and you sounded pretty calm about the whole situation. But you weren’t. Inside you were a nervous wreck. This was the moment where all your feelings were going to be out in the open air. Not something you’d ordinarily do. 

“Oh. So I’m guessing you know how I feel then..” He trails off. 

“Kinda.” A shy smile appears. 

“I’m sorry if this makes our friendship awkward and you don’t want to be friends anymore after-”

“Calum, it’s okay. I feel the same way about you.” You cut him off.

Relief washes over his face. “Good because I’ve been dying to do this.”

Calum leans in, gently grabs your face and kisses you. On instinct, your lips start moving and your arms make their way to his neck. 

“About damn time, Hood.” Michael’s voice interrupts the two of you. 

“Get a room. No body wants to see that.” Luke says, walking into the kitchen. 

“I knew you two had a thing for each other.” Ashton joins in. 

By this point, your face is as red as a tomato. But there was still a big smile on your face. 

“Stop teasing me and my girlfriend.” Calum speaks up, looking at you and giving you a smirk. 

“So it’s finally official?” Asks cupid Michael.

“Yes, it’s official.” You smile, giving Calum another kiss. 

“Get a room.” This time all three boys groan, making you and Calum laugh.

Can anyone else see the sex scene happening if Abby’s the one to give him the Chancellor’s Pin after it’s decided Marcus is going to be the next Chancellor? Hear me out on this semi-fic thing that doesn’t have actual smut because I’m the worst, folks.

It’s late in Arkadia, and everyone’s just gotten back from Polis. Everyone’s exhausted mentally and physically, and almost the entire population of the camp runs back to their rooms, jumps in bed, and is out within a minute of putting their head on the pillow.

Everyone except newly-appointed Chancellor Marcus Kane.

Abby knows where she’ll find him - it isn’t difficult to predict where he’ll be, not after everything they’ve been through - and she doesn’t bother knocking before opening and closing the council room door behind her.

“It’s late,” she says. It’s both an observation and a bit of an accusation: Marcus, why aren’t you sleeping?

She knows the answer to that question, so she doesn’t bother asking. It’s the same reason she isn’t sleeping, the same reason Clarke and Bellamy and Raven are still awake.

Six months. That’s all they have.

“It is,” Marcus agrees, turning from the map of the areas surrounding Arkadia to give her his full attention. “You should be getting some rest, Abby.”

“I’ll sleep when you do,” she says, moving closer until she’s in his arms with her head resting on his shoulder. She hears him sigh a tiny sigh as she runs her fingers through his messy hair, hair he won’t have time to trim with all the chaos that’s about to erupt.

Clarke may have been the one to free them from the City of Light, but Abby knows how heavily this burden rests on Marcus’ shoulders. She can see it in his eyes when he looks at her, in the tension in his shoulders when he pores over maps and data.

“I have something for you,” she says as she leans back just enough to look in his eyes, rummaging around in the pocket of her jacket. For a small, frightening moment she thinks it’s lost - resting somewhere between Polis and Arkadia, submerged between countless layers of dust and leaves - but then she checks the other pocket, and thank God.

She pulls out the slightly tarnished Chancellor’s Pin, taken off Pike’s jacket before they left Polis.

“We’re still in this together, you know,” she whispers as she places the pin in his hands, remembering that sunny day in the market that feels like eons ago.

“No matter who wears the pin,” he says with a small smile. That by itself is a triumph - she’s managed to make him smile again. But he sets the pin down on the table instead of securing it to his jacket, and she worries her efforts may have been for naught.

When he looks at her again, there’s a level of despair in his eyes she’s never seen on the ground: not since their time among the stars. Her heart sinks.

“Abby, I-” he starts, then stops. “I have to figure this out. They’re looking to me for answers, and I can’t let them down. Our people need hope. They’ve been through so much.”

“You will,” she reassures him. “You’re going to be the best Chancellor our people have had.”

Another smile, this one slightly sheepish.

“Well, I don’t know if I can live up to you,” he says. “You were a wonderful Chancellor, Abby.”

She doesn’t think so, but that’s not what he needs to hear right now. What he needs right now is comfort and confidence, and neither of these things can be achieved on the less-than-three hours of sleep he obtained the night before.

“Something tells me you’ll be a tough act to follow,” she says with a smile, he laughs a self-deprecating Marcus Kane laugh, and she doesn’t know quite how it happens but suddenly she’s kissing him with all the force and passion she can muster at this ungodly hour of the night.

She traces her tongue along his lower lip, asking a question he answers by allowing her entrance with a soft moan. He tastes sweet, like the berries Lincoln taught her to find in the forest.

When she was under ALIE’s control, she hadn’t been able to think about how he tasted. But this is the opposite of that, this is all sensation and emotion, this is about exploring each other instead of getting information.

His hands find their way underneath her shirt as they stumble toward the couch, an endearing mix of clumsy and graceful. Her shirt and boots get lost somewhere along the way, as do his, and everywhere he touches her feels like she’s catching fire.

He pauses for a moment as she fumbles with the zipper on his pants, pupils wide with lust and love and a thousand emotions she doesn’t have names for.

“Are you sure?” he asks as his cheeks glow slightly red, and it’s all she can do not to laugh. Only Marcus Kane.

She answers his question with another deep, slow kiss, sliding out of her pants as the back of her legs bump against the soft surface of the couch.

“We have six months, Marcus,” she says, laying down and beckoning him to join her. “I don’t just want to survive. I want to live.”

  • James:hey, Sirius?
  • Sirius:sup Prongs
  • James:hey, I can't hang out with you tonight
  • Sirius:why not?
  • James:I promised Lily I'd go over to her house
  • Sirius:what
  • James:yeah, sor-
  • Sirius:*cutting James off* are you gonna eat her out?
  • James:*sarcastically* yes Pads, I'm gonna eat her out
  • Sirius:do you even know how to eat girls out
  • James:uh, not really
  • Sirius:papa Potter never sat you down, said, son, one day you're gonna have to eat the pussy
  • James:*sarcastically again* no, but he did teach me how to eat ass
  • Sirius:God bless that man
  • James:yup.

I made this to test something but Vine wont let me upload for some reason so imma just leave it here 

fauvistfly  asked:

Sterek. Summer evening breeze. Mutual pining, preferably with hints of a happy ending.

I’m gonna go ahead and apologize right now that there aren’t really hints of a happy ending. I am terrible at happy, and probably terrible at pining. I’m trying


Stiles sat on the edge of the roof, heels banging gently against the brick of the wall beneath him as he looked out over the city. Everything seemed so peaceful from this height, like there wasn’t a supernatural war going on nightly, like they weren’t all fighting tooth and claw to stay alive to protect the people they loved. Up here it was quiet, a soft summer breeze ruffling at his hair, ghosting over his skin, whispering of familiar, warm times long past where things had been simpler, comforting even.

He closed his eyes, tipping his head back a little and letting the sensation wash over him for a few heartbeats as he took a long, slow breath and let it out even slower.

When he opened his eyes to the evening sky, his gaze ticked over the stars, the blanket of night just beginning to quench the fire of day. He smiled.

Behind him, the roof door clicked, and he was on his feet before it opened, though he relaxed his grip on his steel-barbed bat when he realized it was just Derek.

“They’re out,” Derek said, controlling the close of the door so it shut quietly. “Time to go.”

Stiles nodded, because he’d been up here as a sentry, making sure nothing came in at them from the sky unannounced, but in the utter quiet, he’d started to relax. He knew that they weren’t supposed to be here, that the grotesques that guarded this sector of the city would be wakening in the next few minutes, but he just…

“In a minute,” he said softly, nodding his head toward the cityscape laid out beneath them. “Come look.”

Derek gave him a searching look, and then stepped over to the edge of the roof. Stiles watched as he took in the city, face softening just a little in fondness. The warmth in his expression brought a smile to Stiles’ lips, and he didn’t bother to hide it. Derek was beautiful when he loved something.

“It looks better from up here,” Derek said, gentle, like he wished things could be different up close. “Can’t smell the blood.”

With a sigh, Stiles followed his gaze out over the city one last time. Two buildings over, one of the demonic grotesques began to stir, the stony stiffness fading from its leathery wings as it stretched. They needed to leave, to get back to the pack before things got dangerous.

“Yeah,” he agreed, barely a breath but knowing the wolf would hear him. Knowing that Derek would hear the resignation in his voice but not having the energy to hide it. He turned away from the city to head for the door.

He didn’t see the way Derek watched him leave, gaze clinging to him as though he wished he could drag Stiles back to where things were not quite so broken for just a few more minutes. By the time he opened the door and looked back, Derek was already moving to join him, not quite meeting his eyes. 

Stiles let him pass, and, as he had always done, followed after him.

I’ve gotten tons of messages and responses in reply to my original post.  I can’t say how grateful I am to all of you individually right now (I’m checking tumblr at 2am here!), but my god I can’t stop smiling at all of you, even those who just liked the post.  I’ll reply to you later because I want to, and I want to express my gratitude to each person individually for how wonderfully you’ve treated me (even if it’s just a short casual informal one!).

Not to sound big headed, but I’m glad to know I’ve helped the community, and that the community has enjoyed what I’ve provided, even if it’s just reblogs. 

Thank you again, I’ll be on sporadically as usual.  Be good to yourselves :)