No but really, if either John or Sherlock were female and every single other thing about the show (script, acting, set direction, lighting, soundtrack, etc etc) was exactly the fucking same, every media outlet in the universe would be having “JOHN AND SHERLOCK! WHY HAVEN’T THEY HOOKED UP YET?” and “WHEN JOHN AND SHERLOCK FINALLY SLEEP TOGETHER, WILL THE SHOW JUMP THE SHARK?!” headlines.
I am not sure if pain breeds poetry;
for I am overflowing with sorrow from an aching heart,
yet there is no poetry in my soul.
you told me that my words
took the breath from your kiss-ripened lips,
so I tried to stop breathing,
in hopes of finding my voice.
my highschool english teacher once told me that poetry pumped through my veins,
so I sliced open my skin
in hopes of finally discovering
the words I so desperately needed
you told me that my words were stunning,
that they must have come directly
from the halos of the angels
and out of the tip of my pen,
so I tried to get to heaven,
but the bottle of pills was too empty.
my best friend once told me
that my writing brought her to tears,
so I cried a whole damn ocean,
yet my words crashed before even reaching the shores.
I once told myself
there was nothing in this world I couldn’t be,
I once told myself
no one would ever take my poetry
but the day you decided I wasn’t enough,
the very same day my writings could no longer get you to stay,
was the day I lost them; something so personal,
something I keep locked up in a chest but you,
you came in with the stealth of a burglar,
cracked open my chest, and stole my poetry,
and I can’t even begin to fathom
how to explain
how much you decimated me.
I guess just taking my heart wasn’t enough for you
Finn wakes up long before Rey gets back. He’s still confined to bed for at least a week, though, so Poe keeps him company. They talk about missions past and future, ships, Han Solo, and how scary General Organa can be when she’s mad. But mostly Finn talks about Rey.
He talks about how badass she was on Jakku, taking out those those thugs who tried to steal BB-8. How she insisted she didn’t need him to hold her hand (that was really more to make him feel better anyway). How incredible she was behind the controls of the garbage ship that turned out to be the Millenium Falcon. How great their teamwork had been. What an amazing mechanic she is. How she escaped from captivity on Starkiller Base. How her face lights up when she smiles. How strong she is, how smart, how kind.
Poe listens to it all ruefully. Finn is obviously head over heels for this girl, absolutely lighting up with happiness when he talks about her. And he deserves it, Poe tells himself. He’s a good man. Poe can’t begrudge him that happiness just because he was hoping Finn might light up like that over him. So he puts on a brave smile and claps his buddy on the shoulder, carefully.
“Sounds like you’re in love,” he says gently. And then he has to watch the realization and the concern war across Finn’s face as he tries to figure out what to do with this revelation. Love isn’t exactly something Stormtroopers are trained to deal with. Poe can’t help but chuckle at the lost expression Finn turns to him.
“Just tell her, when she gets back. You can figure out where to go from there.”
When Rey gets back, Finn runs across the tarmac and greets her with a hug not unlike the one he’d given Poe when he saw him alive for the first time after their crash. Poe watches, feeling his heart break just a little bit, but manages a smile. After weeks of listening to Finn’s descriptions, he feels like he even might be a little bit in love with Rey, too, so how could he begrudge them what they so clearly deserve?
After debriefing and dinner, Finn drags Rey out onto a patio and insists that she tell him everything. Her megawatt smile knocks him breathless as she tells him about flying the Falcon with Chewie, the island on which they found Luke Skywalker — “ THE Luke Skywalker, Finn, can you believe it!” — the journey home, what Luke had told her about her family, the Force, the Jedi, all of it described in excited detail.
“ But what about you? How have you been? What did I miss whike I was gone?” So Finn tells her about the week he spent in recovery, and the following weeks of slowly getting back into routine and fighting shape, but mostly he talks about Poe.
He talks about how badass he was on Jakku, hiding the map in BB-8 and then standing up to Kylo Ren. How calm he was escaping from Starkiller Base. How incredible he was behind the controls of the TIE fighter, even though he’d never flown one before. How great their teamwork had been. How Poe gave him his name and his jacket. How he swooped in to save the day at Maz Kanata’s place. How he had been the first face Finn saw when he up after his injury and had kept him company in recovery for a whole week. How he’d helped Finn adjust to life at the rebel base and get back into fighting shape. How strong he is, how smart, how kind.
Rey listens carefully, smile growing wider and wider as Finn talks. His happiness is absolutely infectious. He notices her expression and stops talking.
"What’s so funny?”
"You’re in love with Poe.”
"You are head over heels for that pilot! I think I might even be a little bit in love after hearing you go on about him. How do you not see it?”
"That can’t be right,” Finn all but whines, completely confused now. “ Poe told me I was in love with you!” Rey’s eyebrows almost reach her hairline.
“Are you?” she asks quietly.
"Yes? I think so. I mean, it’s not exactly like I have a lot of experience with this stuff, but it made sense when Poe explained it to me. Now I’m confused though. Why are you laughing again?” Rey’s smile was as warm as the sun on Jakku.
"I don’t have a lot of experience with ‘this stuff’ either, but I’m pretty sure you’re allowed love more than one person at a time.” Finn’s confusion turned to cautious hope.
"You really think so? What will Poe think?” Rey reached out and took hold of his hand.
"Let’s go find out. We can figure out where to go from there.”
Molly stared at Sherlock, who was draped over the back of her sofa like a human afghan. She struggled to make sense of his out-of-nowhere question while at the same time struggling to come fully awake from her nap. Last she’d seen, Sherlock had been happily ensconced in her spare bedroom, tapping away on her laptop with Toby purring on his lap. And now this - “Where did this come from?” she asked groggily as she sat up.
“John and Mary are parents now,” he not-explained, his face now only inches from hers.
“So, what, you’re worried about what kind of a god-father you’re going to be, then?” Molly asked, just as confused as before.
Sherlock gave a huge, gusting sigh, rolled off the back of the sofa and nearly squashed her as he landed next to her. “No, I’m not worried about god-fatherly duties, Molly, I want to know if you think I’d make a good father or not.”
“Um, I don’t know, you seem to be good with kids from what I’ve seen.” She wasn’t lying, even though her mind was doing a bit of a happy dance at the way Sherlock was snuggled up next to her, seemingly oblivious of their proximity. She’d seen him with Archie at John’s wedding, and he’d learned how to feed, burp and change a baby well enough that Mary was happy to let him watch little Adelaide unsupervised.
“So you think that, in spite of my many flaws, I might actually make a passable parent?”
Why was he pressing her on this? Why her in particular? “I dunno, why don’t you ask John and Mary what they think?”
Sherlock rolled his eyes and gave her his patented ‘isn’t it obvious’ look. “Because I don’t want to have a child with either John or Mary, Molly. If I’m going to be a father, it seems logical to discuss it with said potential child’s potential mother.”
It took Molly’s muddled mind a moment to parse his meaning, but when she did she backed away so suddenly that she fell off the sofa with a thud.
“Molly! Are you all right?” Sherlock asked, leaning down with a concerned expression on his face. “What’s wrong?”
“Sherlock, are you asking me…are you saying…what exactly are you saying?” she demanded from her supine position on the floor, wedged between the sofa and the coffee table.
“I’m saying that I would someday possibly like to have a child or children with you,” he replied, as calmly as if he were describing the weather. “Isn’t that obvious?”
“Um, it is now,” Molly replied, finally allowing him to help her back up to the sofa. Where he immediately wrapped his lanky form around hers and snuggled his head on her chest. “But maybe next time you want to talk to me about things like this, it can be after we’ve had a first date? Or become engaged or even married?”
He waved a hand dismissively before draping it back over her shoulder. “Details. Moriarty’s been dealt with, I’ve been pardoned, I’ve discovered that parenthood isn’t nearly as boring as I thought it would be, and, what else?” He raised his head so that he could look her dead in the eyes. “Oh, yes, of course. I love you.”
It was hands down the most confusing conversation Molly had ever had, but the way Sherlock kissed her immediately after saying those three little words was impossible to misconstrue.
Judging by the way he pulled her even closer, her enthusiastic response was just as easy to understand.
-Aw how cute look at little niall
-The song is stARTING EVERYONE SHUT UP
-niall just tuRNED INTO LIAM WUT
-I repeat wUT
-liam should shave
-he really should
-omiGOD NOW LIAM IS HARRY WOT
-CHORUS TIME THIS IS MA BITCH
-why is he running
-HES FUCKING FLAWLESS WOT
-yes zayn sing
-LoUIS WHERE DID U COME FROM
-wait but harry sings after louis..
-OMGID THERES GONNA BE A LARRY MOMENT
-im nOT READY
-WHOOP THERE IT IS
-this is a long ass pier
-wOAH HARRYS EYES
-EYES EYES EYES EYES
-wat dA FAK THERES LIKE 17 OF THEM
-lol niall did a cartwheel
-lol louis jumped
-lol liam fell over
•music video finishes•
-wOW THAT WAS GREAT LETS WATCH IT AGAIN
It’s the little Pumpkin from the latest Steven Universe promo. The promo was really great! Lapidot now a a child! Whoop whoop! Happy Days happy days :)
Sorry for not posting in a long while, had a lot work to do for school, new teachers don’t understand that students need a break from school work for at least five minutes, but do not worry. I have quite a few Lapidot stuff I’ve draw which are almost finished, hopefully I’ll be able to post it up in the next few weeks. I also have to do a post for all the new followers I now have, where did you all come from, I never expended to have over 100 of you. It makes me feel really honoured, that people like the stuff i do here. i also have to finish my Lapidot drawing for halloween which I’ll hopefully post on the day. so for now enjoy this little pumpkin of adorableness
you are a lifesaver plz i need more newt/queenie things ('mazoomency' is so effing cute btw) do you have any hc's about em????
playful arguements about why either of their wizarding schools is better than the other and Newt unthinkingly adds that Hogs woulda probs been better if Queenie was there with him and ‘whoops-where-did-that-come-from-why-are-you-looking-at me-like-that-why-are-you-smiling-so-big-is-it-suddenly-hot-in-here-or-is-it-just-me.jpeg’
Queenie often being the one who puts Newt’s thoughts into place when he can’t articulate properly towards others. also, ignore the fact she puts it into an english accent, even she doesn’t know why she does it – probably ‘cause it’s easier for her to understand in her own mind thus it’s a knee-jerk reaction when the word vomit comes out
omfg Newt helping Queenie make a safe haven for squibbs who’ve been ostracized by the wizarding community and muggles who’ve been deeply affected by magic itself even when they’ve been obliviated and have no idea how they’re starving on the street as a result and he enlists Jacob’s assistance in feeding the small community because all their backstories just flood Queenie’s mind and it breaks her heart into a million pieces and Newt just wants to see her happy like no luv please don’t cry here give them this muffin and some tea it’ll help them oMG WHY ARE YOU CRYING EVEN HARDER BUT GRINNING AT THE SAME TIME I AM SO CONFUSED WHY ARE PEOPLE SO W EIR D
QUEENIE BEING SUCCESSFUL IN HELPING NEWT SAVE CREDENCE FROM THE BULLHONKEY THAT WENT DOWN IN THE SUBWAY STATION BECAUSE SHE KNEW THE RIGHT WORDS TO SAY AND MEANT EVERY LOVELY WORD SHE SAID TO HIM AND JUST GIVING HIM A GOOD LONG HUG AS HE JUST BURSTS INTO FUCKING TEARS AS SHE HOLDS HIM SINCE THIS COMPLETE STRANGER HE’S NEVER MET IS BEING SO NICE AND LOVING AND GAINS NOTHING FROM HIM JUST DOING THIS LIKE PLEASE LET HIM CLING TO YOU FOR THE REST OF HIS LIFE HE DOESN’T WANT TO HURT OR BE HURT BY ANYONE ANYMORE AAAAAA HHH HHH HHHHHHHHH
CREDENCE BEING ADOPTED INTO THE SCAMANDER/GOLDSTEIN/KOWALSKY MELTING POT AND JUST FEELING SO OVERWHELMED BY HOW KIND AND THOUGHTFUL EVERYONE IS TO HIM AND WHENEVER HE HAS SEVERE PANIC ATTACKS, QUEENIE THINKS QUICKLY AND ENCOURAGES PICKETT TO COME WITH HER FROM NEWT’S COAT COLLAR AND HANDS HIM OVER TO CREDENCE TO CALM HIM DOWN AND FOCUS HIS ATTENTION ON THE BOWTRUCKLE DOING SILLY THINGS TO MAKE THE BOY SMILE EVEN JUST SLIGHTLY AS NEWT SEES WHAT’S HAPPENING AND PREPS ONE OF HIS SURVIVAL BLANKETS TO WRAP AROUND HIM WHILE QUEENIE MAKES HIM A LITTLE CUP OF HOT COCOA THEY WILL FUCKING PROTECT THIS CHILD AT ALL COSTS -SCREECHES INTO THE VOID-
Niffler happily holds all of Queenie’s makeup and jewelry as she makes space for the Goldgrave’s baby that is expected here in the next few months. She caught him playing with her powder which resulted in a huge mess around the apartment in which nobody was saved – even Frank got a huge jagged line of red lipstick across his beak 'cause the little pickpocket got too excited. oops.
Whenever Newt and Queenie get into a little arguement, she mocks the Erumpent mating dance he always does which always resolves the confrontation then and there since she isn’t doing it right – i mean, heLLLOO, her feet aren’t in the right position???
She tries her best not to bring up Leta, since it’s obviously still a raw topic to talk about. But sometimes, Newt will just start rambling when he just…feels?? like she knows what he’s thinking about and what triggers him to think about his lost 'friend’ and he just explains himself then and there and Queenie just empathizes with him because even know she doesn’t know the exact facts of what went down all those years ago since it’s all a one-sided pov, she sees he genuinely loved/cared for her and feels guilty for her spur of the moment 'she’s a taker’ that obviously stuck with him ever since
I know it’s been a long time. I know I never tried to find out where you went. I’m just hoping you’re over there somewhere. When I heard they were doing this whole ‘pen pal’ thing, I thought maybe I could try to send you something. Maybe someone knows where you are.
I want to apologize for how I acted the last time we were together. I know that I hurt you. I didn’t ever intend for anything to come from that. She was someone I knew years before you. I didn’t think she’d ever come back. Fanny that woman means nothing to me. I will admit I was wrong. I had everything with you, and I almost lost it all.
I did lose it all.
If I could go back, I would never even speak to her when she showed up that one day. I wouldn’t let this be the outcome. And I’m sorry. We were dealt a good hand, and I played all the wrong cards.
I have no idea if you’ll ever get this, because if you do I doubt you’ll ever reply. I don’t deserve a reply from you. I just want you to know how sorry I am. Please, Ortensia, I feel like a God awful human and I don’t want you to forgive me. I ruined everything. You’ve probably moved on; you’re somewhere with someone and you’re happy. I just know it.
But, if you aren’t. If for some reason you decide you want to forgive me, then I’ll be here. Because I’ll always be here for you, even if you don’t need me anymore.
I cannot turn into words how sorry I am. But I just want you to know that I am. And I will beg and grovel for forgiveness, but don’t give it to me. Not unless you truly think I deserve it.
Explicit Sexual Content, Strong
Language, Animal Elements, Some Animal
Whatever the reason, only one thing is certain. Something inside of Daesung draws Seunghyun in; now Seunghyun wants to draw that something out.
Notes: Whoops, where did this come from? Surprise! This fic now has two chapters.
I don’t normally post things this way, in chapters weeks apart. This fic was originally meant to be a oneshot; it was only after I wrote and posted it that I realized another chapter was forthcoming. It really is complete now. So yeah, please enjoy! And there goes that M rating that I had been hoping to hold onto…