trying to get clean again

You know what I suddenly need in my life? Picture this:

Sherlock is in hospital again for drugs and Mycroft goes to see him to try yet again to convince him to get clean. They argue about it and Sherlock ends up yelling at him, “You have no idea how hard it is to be so smart in a world of idiots.”

“Yes, I do. If anyone does, I do.”

“No you don’t. You just cut everyone out. You stay safely alone, your heart frozen away from everything! You are so lonely that you don’t even know what loneliness feels like any more.”

“I am not!”

“You are, and you always will be. You could never find anyone you’d let yourself love.”

“And you’ll never have the strength to stay clean, will you? Would you care to make a wager?”

And they make a deal, Sherlock will go through 28 days of rehab if Mycroft finds a man to date for that same month.

anonymous asked:

May I ask why you believe William Heirens was innocent?? Also, was he an interesting person to correspond with?

I honestly don’t even know where to begin on explaining his innocence due to there being so many examples. Honestly, it’s overwhelming, but I’ll try to just mention key points.

Bill was originally arrested on attempted burglary. During that arrest, flower pots were thrown at his head, knocking him unconscious and requiring a hospital stay and stitches. While tied to the jail hospital bed, the police started grilling him about unsolved murders. They told him the details of the murders over and over again, trying to get him to come clean. He didn’t. They refused him legal counsel and they refused to let him contact his parents (he was 17 years old at the time). This interrogation went on for six straight days. He was given no food, was not allowed to sleep, had ether poured on his genitals, repeatedly punched in the stomach and beaten by police, illegally injected with sodium pentothal (truth serum), given a spinal tap with no anesthetic and given two lie detector tests. He pleaded he was innocent throughout the torturous interrogation.

During the same time of the investigation while the police department were dead set on getting a confession out of Heirens, newspapers began reporting that the “Lipstick Killer” was in police custody. They had no evidence and no confession, but to them he was as good as guilty. They revealed their suspect in papers and to the citizens of Chicago, William Heirens, a petty thief, became a serial killer.

Police offered him a deal of sorts: if he would confess to three of the murders, they would not give him the death penalty. They also said his burglary charges alone would give him a life sentence. They let him talk to counsel and his parents at that time. The newly hired lawyers wanted to take the deal and started working on a confession. Soon after the arrangement of the forced confession, evidence began popping up.
-two separate handwriting samples, one a confession message(lipstick message), one a ransom note.
-a bloody fingerprint, and an additional fingerprint
Before Bill even decided whether he was really going to go through with making a confession, newspapers once again made up stories. He was front page news on all the papers stating that he gave a gruesome confession to the murders. Not only that, they went into detail about each of the murders, allegedly straight from Bill’s mouth.

At that point he and his lawyers knew with those fake stories being printed, a fair trial would never be possible. So his lawyers urged him to confess to the murders and he’d at least avoid the electric chair. He would get three life sentences and be eligible for parole after 20 years. He was placed in solitary confinement for a few weeks and then ordered to go to court, where it was understood by all that he would confess to the murders. He arrived at court and denied all of the murders, repeatedly stating they had the wrong guy. With that, they took the deal off the table and informed him he would be serving three life sentences, no parole.

Heirens wanted to go to trial, even though in doing so he was risking a death sentence. His reasoning for this was as follows:
“The thing is, once you’re dead, there’s no clearing things up. When you’re alive, you still have a chance to prove that you weren’t guilty. So I was better off being alive than being dead.”

But after being in jail for over a month and three failed suicide attempts, he agreed to confess to the state’s attorney to the three murders. He was immediately sent to prison to start serving his time, but he stated to the reporters outside of the prison that day that he was innocent and he never once wavered. He told everyone he was innocent. He immediately began trying to get evidence reexamined in his case and after several years, he’d be given the opportunity only for it later to be denied. For decades, he tried to get his case overturned or his sentences reduced, but they were never granted. He did gain a lot of legal expertise during that time though and helped a ton of inmates get out of prison, which he was always proud of.

After six decades in prison, a law school for wrongful convictions started looking into his case. They were able to obtain most of the evidence and what they discovered was:

There were two samples of handwriting left at crime scenes and not only did they belong to two separate people completely, neither of them were a match for Bill. This was verified by 12 handwriting analysts as well as the FBI. The message scrawled on the wall by the “Lipstick Killer” wasn’t even left by the actual murderer, but by a reporter who arrived at the scene before police and wanted to exaggerate the story, so stated a veteran Chicago reporter.

His fingerprints that were taken during his interrogation were “rolled” and placed on paper found at the crime scene. The fingerprints only appeared on one side of the paper.

The only witness to have linked him to one of the murders later revealed he never saw the killers face.

It was revealed at this point that additionally, bill passed the lie detector tests. These results were never made public, nor did they ever inform him at the time.

Another man, Richard Thomas had confessed to one of the murders and his handwriting was a match for one of the handwriting samples (the ransom letter). Thomas also hung out in one of the areas another one of the victims (not the one he confessed to) lived. However, Bill was arrested right after Thomas confessed so the police were not interested in his confession.

By the time anyone bothered thoroughly looking into Bill’s case, he was very old, in terrible health with diabetes and almost blind and confined to a wheelchair. He had spent 65 of his 83 years incarcerated.

Yes, I enjoyed writing to him. He was always nice. He was thoughtful and always sent me birthday and Christmas cards. He always kept his spirit up and rarely complained. And even during his later years when he could no longer write because he was shaky and couldn’t see well, he would have others write on his behalf and still sent out cards.

anonymous asked:

fam im legit seeing armies comforting tbots saying "omg icb they've deleted your votes AGAIN!! this is really unfair!!" like bitch please put 2 and 2 together, no matter how you try and manipulate facts, it adds up to t ara fans using bots for every poll they're in 🙄

lmao bye honestly I find it hilarious how there are some t-ara fans who use bots in every poll sfghhk like we already know that they are very likely to cheat and they don’t even try to be lowkey like a 100k difference is more believable than 2,5 mil sfghhk

Huh

anonymous asked:

Hi! I saw you had done poly ships and wanted to know if you could do one with Namjoon and Jin? Including the good, the bad, the ugly, and the smutty? ♡

Okay so Admin Maddi and I talked a loooot about this sooo

Originally posted by jeonguks

Poly!Namjin

  • you’d be so so so spoiled
  • jin is a v caring person and takes super good care of the people he loves
  • and Namjoon just seems the type to go all in if he finds the right person
  • theyd both be v romantic
  • half the time Namjoon is just like “are you sure this isn’t too cheesy?”
  • and jin is just like “no no no it’s great!”
  • lots of flowers tbh
  • jin makes you all dinner a lot
  • or when hes not in the mood Namjoon makes takeout runs
  • you get together and watch dramas
  • they’d be really sweet and help you be as comfortable as possible with being in a poly relationship
  • SO MUCH SKINSHIP
  • honestly they would probably gang up on you to try and get you flustered and see who could get you to crack first
  • and if they couldn’t get you to crack, you and jin would gang up on Namjoon bc he’s always flustered
  • itd be a good mix of fancy but also really chill lazy dates
  • sometimes when jin is cooking you and Namjoon would walk by and take little bits of food
  • and he always threatens you two by shaking a spoon at you
  • but you both just kiss his cheeks and walk out of the kitchen
  • jin most definitely sings for the both of you
  • you and jin are basically Namjoon protection squad and take turns cheering him up/reassuring him when he gets upset
  • Namjoon is you guys’ encyclopedia
  • you’ll ask a random question out loud while youre doing something
  • and if he hears while hes passing you in the hall or something he’ll answer it and just keep walking
  • and sometimes it would make jin mad that Namjoon knows everything and you always go to Namjoon for stuff
  • bc jin wants the same amount of attention you give Namjoon
  • and if you notice Jin getting made you and Namjoon will try to make his favorite recipe
  • and he comes back and the kitchen is a mess and hes so confused
  • you’ll explain and he just laughs and tells you to go get cleaned up so you can try again with him there
  • you and jin would stay in the studio with Namjoon bc he always need you two near him
  • youre his muse
  • since Namjoon is the dad of bts and jin is the mom, you become a third parent to the others
  • and the kids always go to you when they cant find Namjoon or jin
  • for smut
  • jin would be really sweet whereas Namjoon is rougher definite daddy kink bye
  • jin would take care of both of you afterwards
  • cleaning you both up and running you a both/washing you up etc
  • he’d make a pillow fort in the living room or something for you guys to relax
  • they’d both like it when you took control

I have a lot of headcanons about gilbert finally really moving in with roderich and his mounting horror as he discovers how lazy and indifferent roderich is to cleanliness like behind that elegant get up is a man who does not know how to take care of himself or his house he was too lazy to learn after all the servants left he tried for like a week and kept dropping things and was finally like u know what fuck it so gilbert finds dustbunny empires under the sofa and the carpet and one day he just walks in on roderich scooping a bowl out of the dishwasher and he’s like I haven’t run that yet and roderich’s like ehh it looks clean, and gilbert is just standing there flabbergasted like

how

can you look like that

and yet

what

I’ve been asked about a million times for the lyrics to Still Life, and figured it was probably time to just post them and get it all over with.

Reading them now makes me cringe a bit, and I think that’s okay. The words were written desperately and without a lot of the eloquence I usually attempt, as they are violent and intimate and I wanted nothing to do with them anymore. 

See Below,


Discoloration

You took my hand and brought me down in the morning

And I was sitting, waiting for the telephone to swallow me whole.

I saw your face reflected on the resonant screen  

And I watched your mouth moving like a tired machine

Trying to plead with me

Trying to swallow me whole. 

It’s been a while since I’ve been gone and away

And I watched your eyes reflect me in a terrible way

As you cast your gaze to the flickering hall.

And you knelt beside me and you started to pray

And the whites of your eyes blackened with a hardened decay

And you talked to me in a broken voice

“In your open mouth

Silence me in the coursing 

Blood in my eyes

Dress me in your clothes

And swallow me whole”

All I Want

Your eyes, they did flutter again

And my mouth it did hang wide

When you told me ‘every little thing is going to be alright’

But we were younger then,

And now we’re not

And if there was a plan made 

Then we forgot about it 

And if there was time

I could figure it out now

But life is short

And I don’t care for most of it. 

Because you’re all that I want.

Well I know I’m hard to take

And my bones are calling out your name.

While I beat your cold windows

Break the locks on the gate

While I try to forget 

I used to be something great. 

Because you’re all that I want.

Sleight Orchestra

There’s some stars in my eyes

Your sister’s high, peaking on pills in the alleyway. 

There’s a mad death in your eyes

Warm light shudders in the glow of my heart

And the kids with black eyes shine bright in the morning light. 

Warm day in the sun

It keeps me balling up my fists for someone. 

Why do you always plead

Keep me on my knees

Keep running for the train

But I guess I always worked better alone.

With my black eyes shining in the sunset

Never give up. 

There’s some stars in your eyes.

The kids who shot Mikey are down low and telling their lies. 

Well he died here with me

But we’re digging through his pockets singing

'No one’s ever going to be free’

We’re singing Hallelujah. 

I’m sorry.

Are there stars 

That the Gods don’t know about?

If there are 

We’ll be digging through their pockets til dawn. 

Are there lights

Lights that shine for pretty fools like you and me?

We’re singing Hallelujah.

I Won’t Bend

It’s a death,

You won’t say my name

You won’t watch me sleep

You won’t turn my eyes

You won’t shut your mouth

When I hold my breath

When I break your stare

When I’m caving in.

I speak to you while you’re sleeping

A sad code that goes

'I can’t breathe anymore’

And I’ve got your back, but you’re changing

Right in front of my eyes.

I’ll keep you here for now.

And I won’t let up. 

I’ve got plenty to hide.

It’s a death,

You won’t say my name

You won’t watch me sleep

You won’t turn my eyes

You won’t shut your mouth

When I hold my breath

When I break your stare

When I’m caving in.

I want to keep you inside

Say our prayers and live in a lie 

Pull the stars that hang in the sky 

And sleep with our bodies frozen in time. 

I’ll keep you here for now. 

And I won’t let up.

I’ve got plenty to hide. 

It’s a death,

You won’t say my name

You won’t watch me sleep

You won’t turn my eyes

You won’t shut your mouth

When I hold my breath

When I break your stare

When I’m caving in.

Swing

I woke up today with a darkness keeping me cold

Wild bird flocks guarding my home

I don’t know what to do

My eyes gone black from the stolen heart that I gave to you.

Darkness keeps me all alone

Darkness eats away at the place that we’re calling our home.

I went to bed on a starless night

I took the bus downtown in the morning light 

And hung your ghost from the power lines

Your crooked mouth trying hard not to say goodbye

Saying 'I won’t ask you’

Darkness keeps me all alone

Darkness eats away at the place that we’re calling our home.

While you’re dreaming I can barely breathe

I tell you that I love you but you don’t mean shit to me

It’s like we’re living in a fantasy

And I’m watching you try to pretend that you’re asleep

But I won’t wake you.

I know a place where we can go tonight 

Where we can trade all of our money for a homesick fade to white.

You tell me that you never want to leave

And you hang your body from the balcony and swing.

Saying please just let me let go.

Darkness keeps me all alone

Darkness eats away at the place that we’re calling our home.

The Beekeeper

Go on and tell them all your lies

I saw you touch her in her sleep and it was no surprise

You’re burning papers in the field

I’m downtown trying to push myself to steal.

But that’s the way it goes. 

You came and met me in the street

We stole a car got high and went to sleep

And dreamt we were the people that we want to be

And when I met you, you were sweet

But now you’re out sucking dick haven’t slept in a week

But don’t come crying to me.

Because that’s the way it goes. 

Still Life

I held you in my arms just yesterday.

When you lie you always touch your hair

When you tell me that he wasn’t there. 

You called me when you woke up

And you stayed calm because I choked up 

And maybe we’re both fucked

Or maybe I’m just bad luck. 

So I’ll make up my bed

Try to get high

Try to forget what you said

Then I call you again.

Because I can’t sleep.

I don’t feel like I used to

And you don’t look like you want to

And your skin crawls and my jaw clicks

It’s not bad if you’re used to it

Not broke if it can’t be fixed

Not real if you question it

Not clean if we’re still a mess

And we’re still a mess.

You get sick so you quit school

And we’re dead broke but it fits you

And it’s not like it won’t get you too.

I was just like you. 

So I make up my bed

Try to get clean 

Try to forget you instead

Then I call you again.

Because I can’t sleep. 

Chevrotain

(Instrumental)

Last Train

I won’t be what you want me to be

I won’t say what you want me to say

I’ll be right here when you call my name,

Waiting.

When you tell me you don’t want me here

And you’ll keep my number til the rent check clears

My body starts burning up.

I don’t want you anymore

So take the money and run to your man

I quit giving a fuck.  

And I don’t trust you anymore

So take the last train home in the dark

And quit breaking my heart. 

I won’t be what you want me to be

I won’t say what you want me to say

I think about you every night and day lately.

And when you tell me you don’t want me here

And I took to punching out your bathroom mirror again

It felt like losing a friend.

I don’t want you anymore

So take the money and run to your man

I quit giving a fuck.  

And I don’t trust you anymore

So take the last train home in the dark

And quit breaking my heart. 

Brief Encounter

I broke into your house again today

And I laid in your room

It was pretty but it’s sad. 

Because it was all inside my head

And I don’t know whats real or dreaming anymore.

It’s harder than it looks sometimes

To stand up straight and look you in eyes.

And believe in all your fucked up lies

Because it’s your world I live inside.

Bury me inside the dollhouse in your bedroom

And carve your name into my arm

And quietly, you’ll fall asleep and abandon me

But I’ll take it

I’m ready.

It’s harder than it looks sometimes

To stand up straight and look you in eyes.

And believe in all your fucked up lies

Because it’s your world I live inside.

Confusedly Compliant

Part 18 of Heaven, Hell, and Humanity

Original request by @floralbrocade

Summary: You’re angry with Dean and he exploits that anger

Word Count: 1725

Warnings: Implied Smut? Kinda?

Unseen WorldUpper HandDistrust and Scars – Drastically DeadlyTone of FinalityBlind SpotGood IntentionsFleeing InhibitionsRoundabout ConversationsSimple, Straightforward, and StupidFirm and SecureLingering EffectsUltimate ControlMagnetizedMeans to an EndSorrowfully Determined – Maze of Mysteries


You were fuming, which didn’t make it easy to go to sleep. If Dean didn’t show up in your dreams tonight, you would tear down Hell, brick by brick until you found him and could beat him to a pulp. Rowena put the puzzle pieces together that you hadn’t been able to, and everything led right back to that damn King of Hell.

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anonymous asked:

Hey you know this is can you do D.O cooking thanks

sugar sweet;

pairing: do kyungsoo x reader
rating: f for fluff
word count: 895

“It says here that you use 1 cup of sugar for 36 cookies, so we should use 2 cups for super sweet cookies.” Kyungsoo suggests, scooping up the sugar, and you turn to look at him, shocked.


“Uh, no. No, you don’t. You just make them the way the recipe tells you to.” You laugh, tipping his hand so the sugar falls back into the bag. He gasps in shock, and you laugh harder, wrapping your arms around his waist and pulling him into a hug.


“No, you sugar traitor! Get off of me!” He exclaims, but you hold fast, and soon enough, he sighs in defeat and wraps his arms around your back, hugging you tightly. You rest your head on his chest, and he kisses the top of your head, swaying the two of you from side to side. His arm leaves the hug and at first you don’t think much of it, but you feel something cool trickling onto your scalp, and you look up to see his hand slowly dropping flour onto the top of your head. You shriek in shock and try to wrestle yourself from his grip, only for him to pull you closer and rub the rest of the white powder in your hair.


You finally manage to break away and flick a handful of flour in his face, laughing at the horrified look on his face. You think you’ve won, but as you turn away to add the butter to the mixture, he cracks an egg on top of your head, and the slow, gooey mess trickling down the sides of your face is enough to make you scream in horror. So you do. You’re screaming and Kyungsoo’s laughing, and suddenly the situation is flipped as you smear the butter in your hand all over his face, tears streaming down your face as you desperately clutch your searing sides.


“I’m gonna kill you,” He growls, and he lunges for you, just missing you as you dance away from his grasp, running out of the kitchen. His footsteps sound loudly behind you as he chases after you, following you throughout the whole house. “Come here, damn it!” He complains, finally managing to hook an arm around your waist and use his hidden strength to swing you up against the wall, placing his arms on either sides of your head and trapping you. The two of you stare at each other for a moment, both of you pointlessly trying to control your giggles, and Kyungsoo finally opens his mouth to laugh, “You look gross.”


You shriek in surprise and smack him on the arm repeatedly, still laughing, and he just about falls apart with laughter as he frantically tries to remedy his mistake, “You’re beautiful, you’re beautiful! You just have a lot of gross stuff on you right now!” He yelps, cowering under your relentless blows. You roll your eyes and he winks at you playfully and suddenly his lips are on yours, and the kiss is full of giggles and shaky breathing and awkward teeth clashing because it’s so hard to kiss when you’re laughing, and you can taste the sugar he snuck from the cup when you weren’t looking, but more importantly–


“You taste like flour,” You inform him as the two of you break apart from the kiss, and he sneers at you before pulling you back to the kitchen, where he places a lump of sugar in his mouth and pulls you back to him for another kiss. You smile to yourself as you kiss him, his sweet breath entering your mouth in a soft exhale, and wrap your arms around his neck blissfully before quickly smashing an egg onto the top of his head. He jumps and yells in shock and you collapse to the floor in laughter, rolling around in the spilled flour and making mock snow angels.


“I hate you,” He groans, lying beside you spread-eagled on the floor. You turn to look at him with a mischievous smile, and he smiles fondly at you before patting his chest invitingly. You oblige and scoot over to him, resting your head on his chest, both of you uncaring of the egg yolk now dripping onto his shirt.


“No, you don’t.” You inform him, and he sucks his teeth.


“You’re right. I don’t.” He confirms, and you chuckle softly, drumming your fingers lightly on his hip bone. “I have an idea.” He proposes, and you quirk an eyebrow, even though you know he can’t see you.


“I’m listening,” You assure him.


“We lay down here for a little while, then we get ourselves cleaned up and try this cookie business again.” He suggests, and you nod against his chest.


“Sounds like a plan. I feel like I should inform you that the egg yolk has started dripping into my ear.” You reply, and he snorts.


“Maybe we should shower first,” He decides, moving to sit up.


“Yeah, I think that’s best.” You agree, and he stands up, pulling you to your feet. As you head upstairs, with him in tow, you nonchalantly remark, “I mean, you smell pretty bad, and it has nothing to do with the food I threw at you.” Soon after, you’re yelping and giggling as Kyungsoo chases you up the staircase, swatting you on the butt whenever he’s in reach.


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Fic: You or Someone Like You, Pt. 16

“Fixing?”

“How do you keep getting in here?” Tony asked, not really surprised anymore.

DJ considered that. “Sneaky,” he said at last.

“Sneaky you might be, but I suspect it has more to do with your ability to shamelessly manipulate my AI doorman,” Tony said, casting an eye up towards the ceiling. “Jay. Seriously. It’s two am.”

“It’s three am,” Jarvis corrected him.

“Well, that’s even more of a reason why he should not be in the workshop.”

"I was instructed to make certain that he could not access any areas where he might be in danger,” Jarvis said, his tone arch. “You are currently present, thus, the area I allowed him to access poses no danger to him.”

“You’re a softy that likes the kid,” Tony translated. “And hates me.” He pointed at the nearest stool. “Pull up a seat, you can hand me tools.”

DJ boosted himself onto the stool with a hop and a few kicks, settling himself down within easy reach of the toolbox. “Finished?”

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