anonymous asked:

Angsty Converse future- Steven never grows any older than the age he is now, not that he and Connie ever grow apart. He's stuck an adolescent, but Connie remains in his life through the years as loving him but never as close as either of them would have liked because of his youth. As the years go on, Connie (who's never sick because of Steven) finally does grow too old & calmly slips away. Steven finds himself spending all his time singing & crying in duets with Pearl about their lost loves.



Olicity Kisses in Season 4

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Ode to the fandoms

I’m grateful for my fandoms
For the passion, the love
For the silent laughs in front of my screen
For the crack gif sets
For the insightful metas
For the feels

I’m grateful for the fanarts
For the talent shared freely
For the representation of my fantasies
For the colors

I’m grateful for the fanfictions
For the tears of pure love
For the porn I read at 8am on the train to work with the straightest poker-face
For the words I manage to lay on paper

I’m grateful for my ships
For falling in love with their love
For the remaining hope that maybe, just maybe, it can exist
For what they helped me discover about my own sexuality

I’m grateful for the fangirls
For the almost soulmates who live so far away
For the faces so diverse who make me smile when they appear on my screen
For the friendships and the sharing of things only us understand
For the support when life is too heavy and everything hurts

I’m grateful, thank you guys
Love y'all

I feel it in my bones
A need to be your god
A need to strike you down
When order disappeared
And madness took control
The conscience in me drowned
- Remains, Aviators

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Very well, another favourite ~ :3 I loved James McAvoy playing Victor von Frankenstein like he did in the movie. And maybe it wasn’t the best one (Storyline etc.) but I quite enjoyed it to be honest and I could watch it over and over again and seeing him acting like a very mad scientist ~ // it’s like ppl saying Welcome to the Punch is a shitty movie (Go f*** yourselves!) //

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anonymous asked:

Hey there! My name's Martina and I'm italian (from Milan). I love my coutry because I think that it's not like the other ones, just like, it has a story. I can literally almost touch the feelings when I walk in the streets. Glad to see u like it too♡

Loving your own country is a beautiful thing.
Any of them has its own story, charms, culture and traditions - that’s why every country is special.
I used to dislike my country - wanted to leave, complained about it all the time, but now I’m discovering it again and grow to like it.
Feel like actually I might belong here :)

I’m very glad I had a chance to live in Italy for a while - It was a beautiful experience. Who knows, maybe one day I’ll move in there for good or maybe it will just remain a place I’ll love to visit once in a while.
But for sure it will always stay in my heart as a warm place where I felt like home and welcome.


Kat Fajardo is a native NYC comic artist and illustrator with an unhealthy obsession for coffee and puppies. When she’s not chasing after cute dogs, Kat is working hard at her studio creating playful and colorful work about self acceptance and Latinx culture. She graduated from the School of Visual Arts, where she studied cartooning, illustration and animation. Her work has remained influenced by her love of spooky monsters, strong women, and fashion.

What made you want to be a part of the anthology?

I saw a friend reblog the open submissions post on Tumblr and I immediately knew what I wanted to pitch! I had way too many experiences with anxiety to the point where I couldn’t have a normal life. I knew I had some things to say about the subject and I thought maybe I can offer some advice on the matter.

We’re hoping you can describe your creative process. Where do you look for inspiration? How do you go about planning your narrative before you sit down to draw the page?

It’s safe to say that most of my comic ideas are based on diary entries in my sketchbooks. Funny enough, anxiety is the main reason why I have a difficult time vocally expressing my feelings. I find it incredibly easier to rant away in my sketchbooks, accompanied by small doodles. If I see potential in those entries for a comic, I then use those raw thoughts and drawings as a rough foundation for the script. Though it requires lots of planning and editing, it feels rewarding and fun once I get to the art process.

You’ve had a busy year, Kat! How do you balance creating for-hire work with personal projects?

Caffeine is key! That and having a set schedule for the week is very helpful. Planners are the only way I can get on track with both client & personal work, especially when your day involves going to a 9-5 job. You just have to find your work mojo, it’s not easy though!

Do you have any upcoming projects you’re excited (and able) to discuss?

Absolutely! I’m currently working on some autobio stuff for ¡Bandida! Comics, a series of stories based on silly occurrences and personal observations. With comics like Superstitions, I make it my goal to represent Latinxs by creating stories about our culture and experiences we all share. I intent on continuing that message with an anthology I’m co-editing called La Raza Anthology. It’s a collaborative zine celebrating and analyzing Latinx culture. We have over 30 incredibly talented contributors from U.S. & Latin America. The project has been in the works for a year now, but we’re ready to launch the Kickstarter in August.

Be sure to check out Kat’s website and tumblr. You can support her work by ordering comics and wares through Gumroad


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I lost myself
along the banks
of the placid Susquehanna.
Eagles soared
in majestic silence,
resigned to a fate
beyond their worry.

City bound purpose
has left me empty.
I yearn to forget
programmed paradigms,
to make room
for a love
never known.

My only hope
is that she remains
to share tears
and bellyaches
over impending storms,
while jumping
in unfettered jubilation
as howls rise
from bowels
of distant valleys
when the last grey clouds
roll out of sight.

so i just finished episode 5 of voltron, and lemme tell you…. this show is my everything

The Love That Remains

Pairing: J2

Rating: NC-17 

Status: finished

Word count: 10 900

Notes: AU, romance, summer camp, bottom!jared, top!jensen, pining,  homophobia, drug addiction, suicide attempt, first time, religious themes, hurt!jensen, hurt!jared, hurt/comfort, gunpoint, kidnapping, non-con (not Jared/Jensen), mention of minor character death, lots of romance,

Summary: It’s a story about loss. About an 11 year old boy who falls in love with a boy with blue hair at a summer camp. This is a story about how both boys part ways too soon, but change each other’s lives forever. This is a story about dreams. About how, years later, a guy meets a homeless man, is drawn to him in a way he can’t explain, and feels an inexplicable need to help him. A story about how the heart knows, even when the eyes don’t. This is a story about destiny. There’s a boy named Jared and there’s another named Jensen, and this is their story. How they lost and found each other, and how they must battle their inner demons, have faith in themselves and in one another. This is the story about two boys fighting to finally have the happy ending they’ve been dreaming about their entire lives, and to find their own definition of happiness. It’s a story about love.

My comment: Overall such a lovely story! Despite dealing with some heavy themes it’s not really a dark story, but you should be aware of the warnings either way. It’s really long and you do notice that, because there are sequences that go quite slow, but for me personally the biggest “flaw” to put it like that of this story is the excessive amount of corny dialogue. The fic itself reads like a romance/drama show and it is really well written but some of the dialogue is just too out there for me. It’s supposed to be romantic but in most cases it just tips right into cheesy, which for me makes it less “realistic” coming from the J’s, even in this AU setting. If you’re into drama/romance fics with a kind of chick flick feel to them you should definetly read this because it’s really good! (just be ready for some cheesy dialogue)


Sherlock is drugged and hallucinating. Just like at Baskerville, his perception is impaired. John is attending to him as a doctor but Sherlock thinks John is Moriarty. Or Magnussen who’s come back to haunt him. Or Mary AGRA who’s threatening John.

John takes charge of the situation, but all the memories of torture in Serbia combined with everything else that has happened to him heighten Sherlock’s panic.

A struggle in 221B takes place, leading to the disarray of the blanket on John’s chair, the skewed frame on the wall, and the broken dishes in the kitchen. John’s lightning reflexes and true aim are his only hope.

John shoots Sherlock ENOUGH TO INCAPACITATE BUT NOT TO KILL. The irony is not lost on John. Sherlock is hospitalized. While watching Sherlock lying unconscious, John is consumed by guilt that, this time, it is he who has hurt Sherlock, the last remaining - no, ever the only - person he loves most in all this world.

Mrs. Hudson cleans up the blood in the flat and Mycroft arrives. Mary AGRA has framed Mycroft and she is out to DIVIDE AND CONQUER. Mary AGRA works to ensure that the protagonists don’t trust one another so she can kill them all one by one. Mrs. Hudson is livid and is on the brink of killing Mycroft herself, but she wants to live long enough because her boys need her.

Sherlock is now weak and injured, Mycroft now has limited resources because his colleagues in the British Government no longer trust him. Mary AGRA and Moriarty come out to play.

They kidnap Mrs. Hudson, baiting John to come rescue her, alone, or else. They kidnap John and Mycroft. Moriarty gets all creepy with Mrs. Hudson. He keeps her as collateral for his real obsession: Sherlock’s undivided attention.

Mary AGRA keeps John and Mycroft hostage in 2 different places. She calls Sherlock and sends him a video of both John and Mycroft near death. She tells Sherlock that he has to choose which one to save. She tells him that she will send a body part each of both John and Mycroft for every hour he has not decided. She lets John and Mycroft on the video call. John tells Sherlock to choose Mycroft because he is his brother. Mycroft tells Sherlock to choose John, and to not be lonely like himself. Each one argues further: John says Mycroft needs to live to clear his name and that his life will benefit all of the UK. Mycroft says only a person with a pure heart like John deserves to live, and that he himself has done some things to the UK and to Sherlock which were a bit not good.

Sherlock, injured, drugged, and more lost and helpless than he has ever been, calls Lestrade. Greg and Molly work to save Mycroft AND Mrs. Hudson; Sherlock goes off to save John.

But John, having realized the whole fake setup of the baby, having grieved a child that wasn’t even his, swears to himself to make Mary AGRA pay for everything she has done since the pool. Mary AGRA laughs at him for his loyalty to Sherlock at the pool, having been ready to die for Sherlock twice within a few minutes. She mocks him for being so accepting of Sherlock’s drug use that he didn’t realize when it wasn’t Sherlock drugging himself, but Mary AGRA. She attacks John while he is bound and asks him about his shoulder wound. Mary AGRA tells him that sometimes military officers have to choose a side to fight with when they are disillusioned with the system. Military officers like colonels. Colonels like Moran. She caresses John’s scar. “Are you not going to thank me that I didn’t shoot to kill when I made this wound? Because of this, you met Sherlock. I truly am the best thing that has happened to you.” He doesn’t recognize this creature before him. A woman he shared his bed and home and life with. A woman he chose over the real person he loves. Over the only person he loves.

John escapes, after all, he can break your bones while naming them. He also knows which ones of his to break when needs must. He drives off in a stolen car, and Mary AGRA Moran his lying murderous wife and archenemy engages him in a high speed car chase.

They both crash. John’s car falls into the water. John barely gets out of his car, but just barely. Mary AGRA is trapped inside hers. John runs to get her out, if only to make her pay before the law. The car explodes. John is severely injured, his clothes are in tatters. Mary AGRA is charred beyond recognition.

John decides to use this as his chance. If Mary AGRA’s body were found, a DNA test would be done. He disposes of it and leaves his burnt clothes in the site of the crash as well as traces of his blood. That part is not difficult - he is bleeding everywhere. He has to stay “dead” so Moriarty won’t factor him in when dealing with Sherlock. John decides to rescue Mrs. Hudson on his own because everyone will search for John first AT SHERLOCK’S SIDE.

Sherlock finds John’s holding place empty, not even Mary AGRA nor Moriarty is there. He follows the trail of the escape and car chase. Scotland Yard and the medics are already there and tell him to identify the body at the morgue. His blood runs cold at the confirmation that the blood all over the place is John’s.

At the morgue, Sherlock finds nothing more but John’s charred clothes. Sherlock is stunned beyond reason. John is dead, Mycroft is missing, Mrs. Hudson is in Moriarty’s hands. His only tangible token of John’s protection is one bullet wound shot in the name of love.

Feeling dead himself, Sherlock fights off the overwhelming grief, knowing John would have wanted him to do the right thing. He vows to live by John’s moral code from now on. He goes off to rescue Mrs. Hudson and Mycroft.

He contacts Lestrade, but could not reach him. He contacts Molly, and the phone is finally answered.

“Hello, Sherlock. Did you miss me?”

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