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Don’t tell me that Sherlock Holmes doesn’t care

“My dear doctor,” said he kindly, “pray accept my apologies. Viewing the matter as an abstract problem, I had forgotten how personal and painful a thing it might be to you. I assure you, however, that I never even knew that you had a brother until you handed me the watch.”

The Sign of the Four


We sat in silence for some minutes, Holmes more depressed and shaken than I had ever seen him.
“That hurts my pride, Watson,” he said at last. “It is a petty feeling, no doubt, but it hurts my pride. It becomes a personal matter with me now, and, if God sends me health, I shall set my hand upon this gang. That he should come to me for help, and that I should send him away to his death—!”
He sprang from his chair and paced about the room in uncontrollable agitation, with a flush upon his sallow cheeks and a nervous clasping and unclasping of his long thin hands.

The Five Orange Pips, The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes


“I hate to meet her, Watson, when I have no news of her husband. Here we are.”
[…]
“In your heart of hearts, do you think that Neville is alive?”
Sherlock Holmes seemed to be embarrassed by the question.
“Frankly, now!” she repeated, standing upon the rug and looking keenly down at him as he leaned back in a basket-chair.
“Frankly, then, madam, I do not.”

The Man with the Twisted Lip, The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes


“But have you told me all?”
“Yes, all.”
“Miss Roylott, you have not. You are screening your stepfather.”
“Why, what do you mean?”
For answer Holmes pushed back the frill of black lace which fringed the hand that lay upon our visitor’s knee. Five little livid spots, the marks of four fingers and a thumb, were printed upon the white wrist.
“You have been cruelly used,” said Holmes.
The lady coloured deeply and covered over her injured wrist. “He is a hard man,” she said, “and perhaps he hardly knows his own strength.”
There was a long silence, during which Holmes leaned his chin upon his hands and stared into the crackling fire.
“This is a very deep business,” he said at last.

The Adventure of the Speckled Band, The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes


When it was concluded he settled our new acquaintance upon the sofa, placed a pillow beneath his head, and laid a glass of brandy and water within his reach.
“It is easy to see that your experience has been no common one, Mr. Hatherley,” said he. “Pray, lie down there and make yourself absolutely at home. Tell us what you can, but stop when you are tired and keep up your strength with a little stimulant.”

The Adventure of the Engineer’s Thumb, The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes


And it’s only some examples from two books. Yes, Sherlock Holmes is arrogant, but he also knows when someone is hurt, and if he’s the cause, then he apologizes.
Some people would say it’s manipulation, I think it’s his human side.

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Sterek Prompt Number 47 Please!

AHHH I LOVE THIS!!!! Here is #47: “I thought it was a one-night stand…but now we’re married…”


Stiles woke up with a headache and a small groan, eyes adjusting to the sunlight coming from the wall of windows he was facing. It was weird…his and Scotty’s motel room didn’t have a wall of windows let alone a killer view of the Vegas strip.

Oh God this wasn’t the motel.

Stiles suddenly was hyper aware of the body pressed against his back and the arm hooked around his bare chest. He swallowed so hard it hurt as he glanced down to see the sheet barely covering their undoubtedly bare lower halves. Then his eyes caught sight of the body behind him and holy shit he was ninety nine point two percent sure he was sleeping with a GQ model.

He turned his head back to the windows trying to think of a way out of this, except then there was movement and stubble ran across the nape of his neck and there was a hard cock pressed against his ass–

With that he slithered ungracefully out of the man’s grip until he rolled off the bed and took half the sheets with him. There was a groan from the bed when he fell to the floor with a thud, and somehow he managed to hit his funny bone.

“Ow, fuck,” Stiles whined, sitting up to see the GQ model awake and naked in all his very sexy glory. Man for a one night stand he really got lucky, but terribly so he can’t remember a fucking thing.

No more alcohol. Ever.

“Um, hi,” the guy said, face pinched up.

Stiles felt like drooling because man those eyebrows could murder someone, but those green-blue eyes were to die for. Jesus those cheekbones couldn’t be real either, they looked so sharp and angular. This guy is photoshopped for sure.

“Well I’m pretty sad I can’t remember what I would assume to be awesome sex, but this was nice, gotta go,” Stiles blurted out and stood up, wrapping the sheet around his lower half just now noticing the marks all across his torso.

Oh the sex must’ve been amazing.

“Hey–”

“No seriously man I gotta go, my best friend is probably worried sick,” Stiles pressed, grabbing his boxers.

“Wait–”

“Look dude I don’t know–”

“We have rings on our fingers!” The model blurted out and Stiles paused looking at his hands only to see his ring finger with a gold band on it. His vision spiraled a bit as he stood up on shaky legs. He twisted the band on his finger, slipping it off to look at the rather expensive piece of jewelry. On the inside of the band he read a tiny engraving “drunk married is the best married”.

Holy hell.

“I thought it was a one-night stand…but now we’re married…,” he trailed off looking to the other man, stark naked and honestly still looking hotter than the sun. From his toned body to his bunny like teeth that poked from his slightly parted lips.

“I’m Derek,” the guy -Derek- said suddenly.

“Stiles–and yes, it’s a nickname,” he answered, moving to sit on the edge of the bed, still wrapped in the sheet. The silence lingered, sitting between them and festering until Derek pulled off his own ring and looked inside it.

“It’s says “his name his Mieczyslaw”…I think I remember you told me last night when we bought the rings,” Derek said and Stiles paled with a low groan, shoving his face in his hands. He doesn’t know where Scott is, he’s slept with the world’s hottest man alive, and he’s married to said man who knows his atrocity of a first name.

Great. Fucking great.

“I don’t think this is how a honeymoon is supposed to go.”

“Seriously, Stiles?”

“What? I heard they were much better than this– I mean most people know their husbands.”

Derek was quiet for a long time after that before finally saying, “…my favorite color is green.”

Stiles couldn’t help the smile that crossed his face.

So two years later at their real wedding the color theme was white and green, both of them wearing the same rings that started this beautiful perfect mess.


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The Poor Man’s Guide to an Easy No-Sew Doll Wig Cap and Wig

Do you have a bald doll? Do you have absolutely no ability to sew or make wigs? Well it’s your lucky day! Because with The Poor Man’s Guide to an Easy No-Sew Doll Wig Cap and Wig, your bald dolly can have hair in no time! *yaaaaaaaaaaay*

The first thing you need is some tacky glue, a cruddy paint brush that you couldn’t care less if it died in a fire, and saran wrap!

Wrap your dolly’s head in the saran wrap like you’re trying to suffocate it! Seriously, stretch the saran wrap downward so there’s as few wrinkles as possible, and secure it tightly with a rubber band / twist tie / etc.

Wrap the doll’s head tightly again, but this time with a thin fabric that you will use as the base of the wig. I used thin cotton. start painting a layer of tacky glue alllll over the head.

Let the tacky glue dry (you may want to do a few layers) and when the fabric has hardened, you can cut the cap to the shape of the hairline. If you cut the saran wrap, you must wrap the doll again! Keep the doll covered safely in plastic wrap!

Apply hair (whatever you wanted to use, faux fur, alpaca, etc) by adding a small chunk at a time. Be sure to remove any undercoat or extra fluff from each bunch before applying to the wig cap. Paint the spot where you want to apply with glue, add hair, paint over again with glue to secure.

Go row by row until you reach the top.

This is where it gets tricky - It’s hard to see in the photos, but first you apply a chunk of hair going *against* the direction you want it to lay. Then, you add a small amount of glue and *fold* the hair so that it lays flowing in the correct direction, and creates a nice looking part in the hair.

And there it is! The Poor Man’s Easy No-Sew Doll Wig Cap and Wig! Enjoy!

!Extra tips!
+This method works with faux fur, alpaca, fibers of all sorts, thread, feathers, whatever you want! The glue is what worked best for us! There is nothing set in stone, Get creative!
+Drawing on a dried wig cap can help if you need to know where your part will be and which direction you want your hair to go!
+This is an excellent method for boyish or pixie wigs! Cutting as you go is also possible, but the end result can look a little choppy if you aren’t careful. For some people though, its much easier to cut as you go to create a more layered look!
+THE WIG CAP WILL END UP A HARDCAP! It will only fit similar dolls to the one you made it for!
+You can also keep a pair of scissors handy to cut into wefts first, paint glue on, and then add them.
+Laying down Saran Wrap on your workstation can help with keeping an easy to clean spot. 
+Glue WILL dry on the brush. In our experience, hay brushes are the easiest and don’t stick to the fibers as much.
+The finished products are delicate, and should only need light brushing or treatment with appropriate products!
+There is no set method for the part, everyone has their own method!

Lastly, if you use this tutorial, we would LOVE to see your wigs! :)
Here are some made using the method here!



normal problems

[read on ao3 / read on ff.net]

Emma can’t sleep.

She’s tucked up against Killian in their usual tangle of limbs, listening to the steady sound of his breathing. The house is quiet, without even the usual creaks and groans of the boards settling to distract her; outside, the faint breeze is barely enough to stir the branches of the trees she can see through the window. It should be peaceful- it is peaceful- but the ball of anxiety in her stomach only tightens, because what if-?

“Emma,” Killian says softly, his voice bringing her out of her reverie, “what is it?”

“I thought you were asleep.” Tipping her head up, she meets his gaze, unable to keep a smile from tugging at her lips as he smothers a yawn.

“If you were thinking any louder, the neighbors would be coming over to complain,” he says dryly, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head. “What’s wrong?”

She sighs, toying with the neck of his shirt. “You’re not going to like it.”

“Out with it, Swan.”

“It’s…well.” Shifting slightly, she props her chin on his chest, letting her arm slide low around his waist. “It’s the wedding.”

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A Valentine’s Proposal ... After the Fact

Happy Valentine’s Day @sailorkillian!!! I’m your somewhat absent CS Secret Valentine! When you told me about your favorite CS moments I picked up that you are a big fan of the fluffy ones so here is a little Valentine’s proposal fic that doesn’t take place on Valentine’s Day and isn’t really a proposal .. read on to find out what that means!

Emma turned the key in the ignition and the yellow bug’s engine went silent. Killian’s eyes were closed as his head rested back on the seat. It had been another long adventure..

“So, I guess we can cross Narnia off the lists of realms to visit for our next vacation, huh?”

“Next vacation?” Killian replied, not opening his eyes. “We’d have to have one first, love.”

“Yeah, that’s true,” she agreed.

Killian finally opened his eyes and took her hand, bringing it to his lips and placing a gentle kiss on her knuckles. “Shall we go inside and try to get some rest before your son decides to explore another wardrobe?”

“Yes, please,” Emma said. After slamming her door shut she looked back at Killian over the roof of the car. “And I saw Leroy walking out of Granny’s so we should probably double check the locks on the front door.”

“And barricade the windows.”

“I can’t tell if you’re joking about that,” Emma laughed as she fell into step with him. He slipped an arm around her waist and they slowly walked up the stairs to their front door.

“Keeping everyone out for a few days of solitude with you is no joking matter,” he said, turning her in his arms and pulling her into a kiss.

When they pulled apart Emma’s eyes stayed closed as the smile spread across her face. “We made it home.”

“Aye, love.” He kissed her forehead and put the key into the lock.

He turned the key and pushed open their front door. Emma took a step inside and heard a crunch beneath her feet as though she had stepped onto fallen leaves.

“Killian …  what is all this?”

“Bloody hell, I had forgotten.”

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Modern Day Fans of The Beatles

I’m so glad that there are people, like me, who listen to and fully love The Beatles who weren’t even alive when they were a band.

As much as I’d have loved to be alive in the sixties, I feel blessed to be part of the current generation discovering classic rock and ensuring that it lives on for many years to come.

So, if you’re also a fan of The Beatles, don’t feel hard done by because you can’t see the Fab Four do their thing on stage or be around for the original release of Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Heart’s Club Band.

Blast “Twist and Shout!” through your headphones whilst walking past 60 year olds who look at you in shock as they think, “how do they know who The Beatles are?”, make it your mission to constantly surprise people with random Beatles facts, and remember… Don’t forget to shout “WE’RE JUST GOOD FRIENDS!” And “YOKO STOLE GEORGE’S BISCUIT!” At any given opportunity.

This fandom, this absolutely wonderful fandom.

Baby I’m Helpless (Daveed x Reader)

Request: can i get a daveed one where the reader plays one of the leading ladies in hamilton and it shows how daveed and her start dating then finally get married. when the reader gets pregnant she finds a cool way to reveal it to daveed and the cast but it’s while they are performing. thank ya!! :)

TW: Swearing, Pregnancy?

Tags: @cinnalin-roll @elisethepensivewriter

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You nervously twist your wedding band, while you sit in the bathroom, waiting for this little stick to determine your future. “Oh God,” you gasp and cover your mouth. The two little white lines staring back at you tell you everything you need to know. You’re pregnant. You are going to be a mom. And Daveed. Oh God, Daveed. What was he going think? The two of you had always talked about kids, but what if he didn’t actually want kids.

You’re pulled out of your thoughts when Renee knocks on the door. “(Y/N), you’ve been in there for thirty minutes. Are you okay?” You quickly wash your hands and walk out of the bathroom, test in hand. “Help.” You show her the stick, causing her to squeal. “When did you find out?”

“Thirty minutes ago?”

She smiles and hugs you. “Did you tell him?”

“No. I literally just found out.”

“I have an idea!” She exclaims, leading you into the Schuyler Sisters’ dressing room. “Put on Pip’s dress. I’ll try to get Lin on board with this. We still have time to rehearse for this.” She doesn’t give you time to ask any questions before leaving the room to find Lin.

You sigh and change into the blue dress, rather than your yellow one. Not even ten minutes later, she comes back. “We’re switching roles for the show! I told Lin to have the guys trade roles. Daveed is going to be Hamilton.”

You give her a quizzical look. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“You’ll be singing ‘That Would Be Enough’. For your husband,” she explains.

You smile and hug her. “You are a genius.”

~~~

You take a deep breath before ‘Helpless’ starts. Smiling, you twirl around remembering when you met Daveed.

You stare at your laptop, trying to finish your English essay. You look up and take a sip of your coffee.

“Excuse me,” a deep voice starts, “can I sit here?”

You move some of your papers out of the way. “Yeah. I should probably get going anyway.” You close your laptop and grab your binder.

“Do you need some help?” the man asks.

You smile. “I don’t want to bother you.”

“Don’t worry about it. Let me help.”

You take a seat next to him and pull up your essay. “Thank you.”

“Really, it’s no problem. Let me see what you have.”

You watch him read over your work. You watch as his eyes scan over the words, gently biting his lip.

“I’m helpless.”

You smile as Pippa starts singing “Satisfied”, leaning into Daveed’s chest, you’re suddenly flooded with memories of your wedding.

Daveed leads you into the middle of the floor for your first dance. You rest your head on his chest while he guides you. “I love you. I love you so fucking much.”

You smile and kiss his cheek. “Not nearly as much as I love you.”

He shakes his head slightly. “Whatever you say, Mrs. Diggs.”

You chuckle. “God, I love that.”

Once the song ends, you make your way back into the crowd and talk to his family. His mom immediately engulfs you in a hug. “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you. And thank you so much for coming.”

She sighs. “He is incredibly lucky.”

You stand next to her and watch Daveed talk to your parents. “If anything, I’m the lucky one.”

She rubs your back. “You two really seem to love each other.”

“We do. We really do.”

You leave the stage as the opening notes of the next song start playing, giving Renee a hug as soon as you see her. “Thank you!”

She grins. “I’m really enjoying this.”

~~~

You slowly walk over to Daveed.

“How long have you known?”

“Not long ago.” You place his hands on your stomach.

He continues singing, not processing that you changed the lyric.

“But you deserve the chance to meet your son.” Your eyes meet his, and he suddenly seems to understand what you mean, pulling you closer to him.

As soon the song stops, he turns to you. “You’re pregnant?”

You take a deep breath. “Yeah.”

His smile widens, and he kisses your forehead.

~~~

The two of you are inseparable during intermission. After the show, the cast congratulates the two of you. Almost everyone knew what was going on because Lin can’t keep a secret.

Once you get back to your apartment, Daveed kisses you. “We’re going to be parents.”

You smile. “Yeah, yeah we are.”

“You’re going to be the best mom.”

“Only because you’re going to be the best dad.”

The Aftermath

Pairing: Alexander Hamilton x reader

Words: 3.1k+ (whoa)

Prompt: Follow-up to Alex x reader drabble: “Hammy being sad, y/n being sad. OHH WHAT IF they got back together and y/n gets pregnant..only to find that so did the other lady”

[MASTERLIST]

Warnings: cussing, a lil bit of smut, cheating, pregnancy, some slut-shaming

You never wanted to see Alexander again. Not after he cheated, destroying your marriage and family. You didn’t want to look into those soft brown eyes that once held such love for you and your children, only to remember the way they looked the night that everything changed, lust-blown and glazed with tears as you left.

But you had to go back. It had been a week since your sister left and since you were supposed to return home with your children, but you still stayed at your father’s, avoiding the inevitable. Your father had offered to let you and your children move back in with him, since he was a single, lonely man in a large house; but you needed the rest of your things from your former home.

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James+Lily Wedding
  • So James might’ve proposed on the last day of seventh year might not have
  • That was the fastest Lily had ever replied to anything and it was a breathless “Yes”
  • They have to wait a little, for more money to be scrounged up and the worst of the battles to die down, but that’s completely fine with them
  • James was tearing up a little and when Sirius pointed this out he pulled Lily in for a bear hug to hide his face in her hair
  • This all occurred at the front of the Great Hall with the teachers totally in on it and they had paused the meal just for James to propose
  • McGonagall was the first to congratulate them, she was beaming in such a bright fashion that so contrasted with her usual strict ways
  • Remus and Sirius and Peter were all hopping around and slapping James’ on the shoulder and whooping and arguing over who would be best man
  • Molly and Alice were absolutely ecstatic and gushing over the ring, which was a simple twisted band of silver that was beautiful in a quiet way
  • The war is raging and people are dying everywhere and these children are so, so, scared but at the same time they have never been more ready
  • And they know that a wedding would be a proper way to bring a little bit of light into all the darkness
  • The planning happens in an enlarged compartment on the Hogwarts Express, lined paper is sketched on, crude lists are made and tossed aside and redone
  • Unfortunately so much happens Order-wise that the wedding keeps on getting pushed back and back and back until it’s a two years later and James and Lily are both nineteen now
  • Alice has always had a fondness for sewing and Molly insists on helping her, they make it very clear that Lily may design it but cannot lift a single hand because she is the bride after all
  • James is a mixture of pure nerves and delight and pleasant anticipation and Sirius’ innuendos do not really help as they try to look for cheap tuxedos
  • In the end Remus ends up gathering some white button-ups and assorted bow ties with suspenders that needed a bit of patching
  • The wedding is to take place at a quaint little cottage in the countryside that would eventually become the Burrow, but for now it was just a stone building
  • McGonagall invites James to her home one night and he is mildly confused but quickly grows embarrassed when she gives him the firm talking to about what his new responsibilities would be
  • He assures her that he’s very aware and thanks her for the concern because he, too, would like to be the best husband possible
  • Lily invites Petunia and her parents, but Petunia’s invitation returns unopened, whereas her parents nervously RSVP
  • Snape’s invitation is the same, and although she cries a little, she remembers that they both chose their own paths long ago
  • On the big day the air is alive with excitement and happiness and love
  • Molly created an arch composed of wildflowers and twisting vines to stand over the place where James and Lily would exchange their vows
  • Peter has painstakingly lined up a random assortment of different kinds of stools and chairs that he spent days painting every single one the same shade of pale blue
  • Arthur, amusingly, is running around like a headless chicken, trying to organize everything although Molly’s doing most of the real work and eventually he ends up in the corner sipping tea
  • Lily’s dress is gorgeous, a lovely patchwork of ivory lace and satin that floats around her legs like mist and drips off of her arms
  • Stark against her crimson hair is a crown of white flowers, and in her hands is a bouquet of some more
  • It’s her choice to be barefoot
  • James won’t stop fiddling with his bow tie and Sirius threatens to make him walk out naked if he won’t stop
  • Music is provided by Professor Flitwick, who somehow has found a perfectly sized piano and is playing with such heartbreaking care and sincerity
  • The sun is out and it’s not too cold or too hot and the sky is completely blue, not a cloud in sight
  • Lily walks down the aisle with Molly and Alice behind her in matching dresses of robin egg’s blue
  • James is facing Dumbledore, who will officiate, and his foot keeps on tapping because he wants to turn around so badly but he cannot
  • When she steps up beside him, he finally gets to see her, and he lets out the most awe-fueled swear word that Lily begins laughing
  • That moment passes as important words and read and promises are said and then James produces two more rings that he so carefully looked for and retrieved from the dusty trunks in his family’s attic
  • Nothing too fancy, but certainly not plain, the thin gold bands have the most delicate filigree set in them that Lily wonders as to how they do not break
  • “They’re goblin made” James says proudly, and she rolls her eyes but is still grinning
  • Then they kiss, and there is cheers and applaud, and Sirius waves his wand and stars shower down on them
  • Dinner is served next and the cake is a five-layer monstrosity of icing that actually tastes very good
  • James allows Lily to smash some of it in his face, but she wipes most of it off laughing and kisses the rest away
  • Now it’s rather dark, so the chairs are cleared off to the side and fairy lights are magicked around the dance area and it’s all very fun
  • Sirius gets extremely drunk and Remus has to act as his human crutch, following him everywhere and ensuring he sips water every now and then
  • Lily’s parents were apprehensive but after meeting James and seeing the way he gazes down at their daughter every single worry disappears
  • James’ parents are completely taken with Lily and repeatedly remark over how James is quite lucky and he should be grateful
  • James assures them he is
  • It seems that they dance forever and ever to the merry piano and Arthur’s occasional whistling
  • Lily dances with at least every single person in attendance, James tries to do the same
  • He even convinces McGonagall to allow him a bit of a waltz and she’s slightly embarrassed about the whole thing but Lily is absolutely delighted and claps when they are done
  • Molly and Alice pull Lily over for just a bit of gal dancing and James is resting on a chair off the side, eyes incapable of leaving his wife
  • When the last of the guests leave and Sirius is being herded away by Remus and Peter, James and Lily remain laying on the grass, staring up at the star-speckled sky, hands entwined
  • They talk about their futures, about their pasts, about the wonderful day they just had
  • Just as the sun is starting to rise they get up and go to bed, falling asleep simultaneously in each others arms
  • It was the most vivid memory the two would ever replay in their last moments