the voice he hears

How that Sherlloly scene should of gone

Despite the anxiety of the moment Sherlock couldn’t help smiling when Molly glanced at her phone and her face lit up. She smiled and when she answered he thought he could hear the smile in her voice. 

“Well this is unexpected. You told me you would be unreachable for the day.” 

“Change of plans.” Sherlock didn’t even struggle to keep his voice light. Molly calmed him. Eurus had meant this to be a heart wrenching test but–explosives and threat of death aside–it was like a balm to his soul.

On screen Molly’s smile grew. “Oh does this mean you will be round for dinner tonight?” 

“Might do.” 

Molly rolled her eyes and Sherlock smirked. He quite liked being able to assess her reactions without her knowledge. 

“Sherlock?” John’s voice brought him back to reality. Sherlock turned around to see his friend and his brother staring at him with various levels of confusion and shock. He had his reasons for keeping his relationship with Molly a secret–none of which John and Mycroft would agree with–but that would have to be dealt with later, right now he needed to get Molly out of danger. The counter ticked ominously but there was still two minutes. And given what Eurus had put them through so far he didn’t want to squander what might be the last time he spoke to Molly. 

“Did I ever tell you that before I met you I went through five medical examiners?”

“Why doesn’t that surprise me?”

“Not because I was difficult but because none of them could keep up with me. You keep up with me. Always.” 

And it wasn’t exactly a Shakespeare sonnet but he could tell by Molly’s expression that she knew what he meant. She always understood. 

“I love you too, Sherlock,” she replied in a soft whisper, not the first time he had heard those words but perhaps the last. 

And before he could repeat the sentiment his sister was cutting off the communication. Sherlock sighed. Back to the game. 

The Last Night (Sinning Sunday)

So this is some smut inspired 1x09 because I just rewatched it earlier and we all know how I am.

Mike’s sure he can feel every ounce of blood draining from his brain in search of lower destinations as he holds Ginny. Her scent—sweet and spicy, flowers and cinnamon (?)—is what he’d like the coroner to list as his cause of death. Her soft firmness in his arms is a viable alternative. At least until she pulls back to look at him. No, the look in Ginny’s eyes is definitely what will kill him. He wants her face carved into his tombstone so everyone knows exactly how and why he died.

Her voice is a murmur so soft that he could pretend not to hear it if it weren’t for her breath on his lips. It smells like Doublemint, his favorite gum, and he almost smiles because of course she chews his gum now. It’s kind of like how he hums when he works out now. “You have an early flight.”
The only way a plane could mean something to him at the moment is if one fell out of the sky in front of Broadner’s, and even then it would only be if it killed the mood for Ginny. Judging by the darkness of her eyes, it probably wouldn’t. He croaks, “Yeah” because that flight can careen straight to hell. The Ginny Baker is giving him “kiss me” eyes.

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They said, you will only be able to tell that you moved on, if there will be no emotion that will linger in your heart once you hear his voice. Earlier, he called my name from a distance, and despite the crowd, his voice was easily recognized by my ears. I waited for any lingering emotions, but all I found was disgust and dismay. Those are emotions, it lingered, but unfortunately the feelings I expected are found nowhere.
—  Excerpt from the book I’ll never finish writing, “So, this is falling out of love?”

-iloy-  asked:

☎ SF Sans

☎ How would they react to receiving a phone call from a deceased love one?

Sans doesn’t have that many loves ones. The only people he can truly claim to love– even if he rarely ever says it out loud –would be his friends and his brother.
Should a friend of his die, and he were to get a call from them, he would be distraught. Yet at the same time, he would be ecstatic. He would ask them all about the afterlife. What it’s like, how it feels to die, how the transition into the after life was like…
Were his parents there?

If it was his brother that died… The moment he hears Papyrus’s voice on the other end of the line, he’s in tears. “PAPYRUS! I COMMAND YOU TO COME BACK! PLEASE! ….Don’t leave me alone….” He needs his brother. After Papyrus’s death, Sans was dead too. On the inside. He functioned on auto pilot, and became reclusive. Hearing his brother’s voice made him snap.
He will beg Papyrus to not hang up. Sans will talk to him for hours, begging him to return.
When the phone call is over, Sans finds himself at a loss. He doesn’t know what to do. So he just sits there with the phone pinned to his face until he falls asleep.

Faith is all we need [ Part Five ]



[ The maniac Messiah, destruction is his game ]

Alice’s jaw hit the floor. She could not believe he just did that, from the demands to the calculated teasing. But she had meant every word she had spoken to him. She needed him. And though she was not about to say it out loud, she felt like he owed her atleast that much.

“Sir… please touch me. Please let me touch you.” She was desperate to run her hands along his tight muscles, through his short blonde hair, to feel his skin on hers.

Jared could hear the desperation in her voice. Now that he’d followed through with his punishment there was no reason to keep her all tied up like that.

“Let’s get you cleaned up and out of those cuffs baby girl.” Jared quickly popped into the unsuite bathroom and grabbed a hand towel, running it under warm water. He returned to the bedroom and crawled onto the bed beside her. He gently ran the cloth along her skin, up between her breasts making sure to rub the rough fabric over her already sensitive nipples. Back down over her stomach, he watched her muscles clench as he came dangerously close to the apex of her thighs.

“Everything okay baby?” Jared asked as he finished wiping her pale creamy skin clean.

Alice let out a whimper as he came so close to touching her again. “I’m alright sir, I just want to be able to touch you again.”

“Well let’s fix that little problem.” He reached forward to loosen the silk rope. Alice was finally able to bring her arms down, she held her wrist out to him so he could remove the leather cuffs.

Finally she was free of any restraint! Alice lunged forward and wrapped her arms around Jared’s neck pulling him down on top of her. Her lips crashed against his in a sloppy passionate kiss. She needed to touch every part of him. Her hands weaving into his short hair, the blonde was fading a bit and his natural color starting to peak through. It was such a good look on him, she wished it could always stay like that.

After what felt like forever and not nearly long enough, Jared pulled back slightly breathless from her kiss. He ran his tongue along her jaw gently nipping at her ear before he whispered “Baby girl, I need to taste you.”

Alice moaned openly at his declaration. Taste? He’d already tasted her when he made her cum earlier, but she was not about to deny this man any pleasure when she could only benefit from it. She decided to fight fire with fire and give him a taste of what he wanted.

She skimmed her fingers down across her tight stomach, dipping her index finger through her dripping pussy. Jared sat up watching her every move. She trailed her hand back up making sure to circle her clit a few times for good measure. Alice traced her now soaked finger across Jared’s bottom lip.

“Taste good sir?” She watched his eyes roll back as he sucked her finger into his mouth. His tongue lapping up every drop of moisture, he playfully bit at her until she pulled it back out.

“Oh baby girl you taste delicious. But Daddy needs more!” In one swift motion he grabbed Alice’s hips and pulled her forward, her legs now draped over his shoulders. He took her right ankle in his hand and began placing small chaste kisses up her leg. He switched to the left, paying close attention the the small black triad tattooed on her inner ankle. He was still so in awe that she chose to mark her body permanently with a symbol that represented him.

[ A beautiful liar, love for him is pain ]

Jared eased them back down onto the bed. He was now laying flat on his stomach, his aching cock digging into the soft material of the silk sheets. He wrapped his arms around both of her thighs bring her glistening pussy even closer to his hungry mouth. He blew a hot breathe across her lips and watched as her whole body quivered.

“Oh you’re such a good girl! Now baby you have my permission to cum when you need to. All I ask is that you tell me when you’re very close.” He kissed her inner thighs “Is that understood baby?”

When Alice didn’t respond right away he gave a sharp bite to the flesh just inside her thigh.

“Yes! Yes Sir. I’m sorry.” She was panting, desperately trying to hold her composer as she watched his blonde head dissappear back between her legs.

Jared continued to kiss along her inner thighs, purposely avoiding her dripping sex. He dug his fingers into the flesh of her ass, pulling her as close as possible. She could feel him smiling against her flushed skin, his lips skimming across her aching clit. Just as she was about to protest Jared ran his long tongue flat up her lips, spreading her wide and making her squirm. “Mmmmm” He purred. “You taste like heaven baby girl.”

He attacked her pussy like she was the last meal he’d ever eat. He sucked on her sensitive clit, using his teeth to coax a loud moan from Alice’s throat. He would never get enough of her. The way she so willingly gave her body to him was such a gift. A gift that just kept on giving.

His fingers were sure to leave bruises on the tender flesh of her ass. Alice felt her next orgasm starting to build, she began thrusting her hips to meet him causing his tongue to fuck her even deeper. “Sir… Sir… I’m so close!” The last word coming out through gritted teeth.

“Cum for me baby girl. I want to drink you in. Let yourself go!” Alice reached forward and plunged her hands into his hair holding him against her body as she let go. Her body writhing under him, her breath coming in shallow gasps.

Jared rode out her orgasm with her. His mouth firmly affixed to her flesh, he drank in every shudder and spasm that ran through her. When she finally stilled and released her iron grip on his hair he lifted his head, his mouth glossy and dripping from her release, their eyes meeting.

“God damn Alice.“ He whispered.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard tonight.”

Recommended Listening: All Gone (Seasons) - Gustavo Santaolalla

He isn’t quite sure what wakes him. Perhaps he is just too used to the warmth at his back. Her side of the bed has long gone cold, and she sits on the very edge. The room is light by an eerie green glow. He’s never seen her doubt herself, be uncertain. He’s never known her to be afraid. He sees that fear now in the hunch of her shoulders, in her face when he kneels before her, hears it in her voice. “Cullen,” she says, “it’s getting worse.” He covers a trembling hand with his own, muffles some of the green. He cannot cover the lines that etch around her wrist, travel up her arm.

There are dark lines under her eyes, evidence of the little sleep she’s getting. He knows her frequent trips to the healer, seeking something, anything, to dull the pain. They cannot stop the spread of the mark but they are trying to keep her from suffering. He squeezes her hand even tighter, leans forward, his forehead against hers. “What can I do?” Her jaw clenches, the line of her mouth narrows. She looks away from him, and her hand still shakes.

“We need to find out what rifts remain. I need you to find the quickest path to all of them, so I can close them all before… before.” She closes her eyes, takes a deep breath. He reaches upwards, a hand on the back of her neck, his other hand reaching for her face. He brushes a thumb against her cheek as her arms wind around his shoulders. “Please,” she asks, her voice whispered and small in his ear.

“Yes,” he says, “anything.” She slips off the bed, joins him on the floor, clinging to him tightly. She closes her eyes, feels his hands so warm and protecting on her back. She knows how much he’d fight, how much he’s fought, to keep her safe. He can’t save her from this. A hand through her hair, cradling her close. He rocks them back and forth as she cries, whispers love in her ear.

youngsprout  asked:

The Matsus finding out s/o have an angelic voice?

Osomatsu: He had only walked past their room to go to the kitchen when he heard a beautiful singing, he forgot about how much he wanted to eat and stood there to listen, once they were done with the gorgeous song and he could no longer hear their pretty voice, he opened the door and gave them an embarrassing look, it was a given that he would never end with the teasing.

Karamatsu: They’ve must thought he was still out, because it was the first time he ever heard anything like it. He is absolutely mesmerized by their voice. He doesn’t tell them he listened to them, nope. Instead he spends some time practicing his guitar skills to surprise them next time they sing, to accompany them with a melody worth of their talent.

Choromatsu: What was that beautiful sound? It was a voice, who could be singing? It sounded way better than her loved Nyaa-chan, how was this even possible? Choromatsu noticed that it was his precious s/o who was singing. He stood there, listening without saying a word but with a big smile on his face, he left once they were done but would surely compliment them.

Ichimatsu: He sat down next to the door to listen to them without making any noise, he felt bad for doing this without them knowing about it, but their voice lifted his spirits and made him happy, how embarrassing. Red faced and stumbling in his steps, he would leave the place once they were done and never say a word- he didn’t want them to know that he intruded.

Jyushimatsu: It was surprising that they didn’t hear him at first, since he is so loud. And he actually interrupts them, startling them. But he insists that they sing beautifully and sits there, encouraging them to go on and not mind him. Afterwards,he’d be telling his brothers and people how sure he is his s/o is an angel.

Todomatsu: He records them, it’s for himself more than to post it anywhere. It would be something he’d listen to when he feels lonely or nervous. In time he’d tell them he is his biggest fan and ask them to sing for him from time to time. He’d brag to his brothers and people how his s/o is better than any famous singer.

"Most assuredly, I say to you, I am the door of the sheep. All who ever came before Me are thieves and robbers, but the sheep did not hear them“

“Most assuredly, I say to you, he who does not enter the sheepfold by the door, but climbs up some other way, the same is a thief and a robber. But he who enters by the door is the shepherd of the sheep. To him the doorkeeper opens, and the sheep hear his voice; and he calls his own sheep by name and leads them out. And when he brings out his own sheep, he goes before them; and the sheep follow him, for they know his voice. Yet they will by no means follow a stranger, but will flee from him, for they do not know the voice of strangers.” Jesus used this illustration, but they did not understand the things which He spoke to them.

Then Jesus said to them again, “Most assuredly, I say to you, I am the door of the sheep. All who ever came before Me are thieves and robbers, but the sheep did not hear them. I am the door. If anyone enters by Me, he will be saved, and will go in and out and find pasture. The thief does not come except to steal, and to kill, and to destroy. I have come that they may have life, and that they may have it more abundantly.

"I am the good shepherd. The good shepherd gives His life for the sheep. But a hireling, he who is not the shepherd, one who does not own the sheep, sees the wolf coming and leaves the sheep and flees; and the wolf catches the sheep and scatters them. The hireling flees because he is a hireling and does not care about the sheep. I am the good shepherd; and I know My sheep, and am known by My own. As the Father knows Me, even so I know the Father; and I lay down My life for the sheep. And other sheep I have which are not of this fold; them also I must bring, and they will hear My voice; and there will be one flock and one shepherd.

Jn 10:1-16


The Black Madonna - He Is The Voice I Hear  

Resurrection (Gency fanfic)

         Genji gasped once, and opened his eyes. Dull pain flared through him as he tried to look around. His arms seemed to be tied down, and bright lights blinded him from above. He started to thrash, anything to free himself from this trap.

“Genji!” a voice floated in from above him. “Calm down, it’s alright. You’re fine!” He tried to find the source, but his strength was beginning to fade. His arms went limp, but he focused on a woman’s face hovering over him. She had startling blue eyes, and golden blonde hair. Almost like that of an angel.

“I am…Doctor Angela….You are alive and well. There is nothing to worry about….” her voice wavered in and out of his hearing. He managed to mutter,

“Doctor….safe? Angel…” before slumping and letting the darkness consume him once more.

The next time he awoke was some time later. Genji didn’t know what time it was, but the lights above him were dimmed, and the restraints on his arms were gone. He groaned, trying to sit up. Genji managed, and rubbed his wrists, only to realize that his fingertips were met with a cold substance. He looked down in alarm, and instead of seeing flesh, he saw silver and black. Machine hands.

“Wha-?” he cried out, and glanced wildly at the rest of his body. It was covered by a sheet, but he tore it off his legs, and gaped. In their place rested two robotic limbs, and he felt a lump grow in his throat. Then realizing that his whole body was that of a robot, he quickly touched his face, but felt warm skin. He moved his fingers down to his mouth, feeling an upper lip, but a hard metal lower jaw. Suddenly he felt repulsed, and let his hand fall loosely to his side.

The sound of a door opening caught his attention, and a slender woman walked in. She jotted something down on her clipboard before glancing upwards. When she saw him sitting there, staring at her, her expression flashed to worry.

“Genji! You are awake!” she exclaimed, rushing over. He narrowed his eyes at her. How did she know his name?

“You mustn’t over exert yourself. Please, lie back down. I will go and retrieve some food for you,” she said quickly, pressing his chest so that he was forced to sink back into his pillows. Then she went bustling around the room, which upon further notice was actually a lab of some sort, crowded with scientific equipment and machines.

The woman returned with a small bowl of some sort of substance. “Please, eat this. You need vitamins, even if you are in another body,” she gushed, bringing it to his face. He glared at her, pushing away her offer.

“Who are you?” he demanded. “How do you know my name?”

The woman stopped, looking taken aback. “I’m your doctor, of course. Dr. Angela Ziegler.” Genji clutched his head, trying to remember what had happened earlier. This had been the same woman he had seen when he had awoke, he realized. The angel he had seen.

Angela cleared her throat. “You must eat Genji. I need to monitor how your new body responds.” This time he didn’t resist, letting her spoon the substance into his mouth. It was on the last scoop that he realized that it hadn’t tasted like anything at all. However, he thought nothing of it, as his brain was trying to remember what happened before he had found himself on this bed. Blue light seared through his mind, and he squeezed his eyes shut, recalling what had happened.

“Please, brother…have mercy,” he spluttered through shuddering breaths. Cold, dark eyes glared back at him as the man in front of Genji fingered his bow.

“You are nothing but a disgrace to our clan! You are not a brother to me, but a traitor to our family’s honor. You do not deserve mercy!” he shouted and raised his bow. “RYU GO WAGA TEKI YO KARAU!” The twin dragons flew towards Genji. He felt a tear trace down his cheek as he shut his eyes, bracing for impact.

“No, I will not fight you, brother,” he whispered, feeling pain sear through him. A scream erupted from his mouth as he was thrown backwards. There was a dull thud as he felt himself fall to the earth, and then suddenly everything went dark-

“Genji! Genji, are you alright?” a concerned voice echoed through his thoughts. A hand was shaking him, and he jolted back into reality. “Was the food too much? Do you need me to check on your mouth functions?”

He looked up at her and blinked. “I- I must have drifted off into my thoughts. My apologies, but I believe that perhaps I need some time alone. So if you would please…” His voice cracked. This was all too much to bear. Hanzo, he….his brother had attacked him, but he had been brought back to life by this angel…but as a monster…

“But, I am your doctor Genji. I must monitor you constantly or else we risk-”

“LEAVE.” Genji’s voice was suddenly hard as steel.

Angela’s expression fell. “Alright, but I will have to hook you onto one of the machines before I go.” Without another word, she inserted a needle into one of Genji’s robotic arms, and then left. The moment she was gone, he buried his face into his hands, and let his tears come.

Haha, when in doubt, make people cry! Anyway, it’s short today. I appreciate the likes I got from the first one, which is here:

P.S. the end is a bit inspired on a comic that someone drew when Genji can’t taste the ramen Angela gave him, and told her to leave (idk who drew it XP)

since we know tarjei can sing and play the guitar so well can we pls get a scene of isak singing to even like that iconic moment noora did to william in the next season bc this is all i need right now


pls forgive me i know it’s not what he said… (but it’s what he thought)

can we talk about this moment for a minute?

i almost teared up when i saw it. you can hear how wrecked yuuri’s voice is when he called victor’s name. he was worried that his coach was disappointed in his routine, but seeing victor’s arms open for him at the end must’ve been the most fulfilling feeling in the world. he noticeably gets watery-eyed and scrambles to start skating to him. just look at how fast he’s going, sprinting with all he has just for a hug from his coach. he did his best, and victor rewards him for it.

i am so happy to see such a healthy relationship full of admiration, encouragement, support, and mutual reliance.

Mike: We’ll be home soon. My mom, she’ll get you your own bed, you can eat as many eggos as you want, and we can go to the snowball.

Eleven (not even like 5 minutes later): Goodbye, Mike

I think what hurt the most this episode, was the fact both Victor and Yuuri are always thinking about the other, and I mean…

…when taking decisions. When looking at their future and at their past selves. ALL WHAT THEY DO, THEY TRY TO DO IT FOR THE OTHER. AND THIS SCENE IS NO DIFFERENT.

We know Yuuri has already decided this, since Victor went back to Japan… that he’ll end everything after the final. He has no doubts about it, he trusts his decision, he trusts this is the best for Victor alone, he doesn’t care about him.

And you can hear it, just by the change of tone in his voice, when he says this… you can actually hear how it slightly trembles at first, IT HURST, ending things, but he has already decided, and he knows there’s no turning back, not when all he cares about is Victor’s well being.


While Victor, in the other hand, has found a whole new world because of Yuuri.

He wants to return all that to him, he wants to repay him in some way, and the other boy has not even a clue. He has no idea how much has change for Victor since he came to his life.

ALL THIS was build up since the beginning, and that’s why I think the free skating program next episode will have a whole new meaning. Because what they created together, it’s now coming to and end. And here is when their decisions WILL matter. The next steps they both decide to take are what will change their lives forever.


Can the Marauders sing?
  • <b> Sirius:</b> can sing and will sing, all the time, everywhere.
  • <b> James:</b> can't sing, but still sings till your ears screech
  • <b> Remus: </b>can sing, but won't sing in front of anyone
  • <b> Peter:</b> can't sing, won't sing
  • <b> Lily:</b> can't sing, but knows all the lyrics and will correct you

endless list of people + characters i adore (6/??) - lee jong suk 

“I don’t think about ‘how’. I just act. It would be nice to do work that’s always a great hit but that wouldn’t help me at all”.