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klaraneedsanotherseason  asked:

Sherlolly, 17 :)

meeting up at a party whilst drunk AU - Awesome! Thanks, sweetness! There are a few bad words in this one, nothing awful. Hope you like! ~Lil~

The room was spinning. Those last two (or four) vodka shots were a really bad idea. Molly tried to look normal and not at all wobbly as she made her way outside, hoping the fresh air would clear her head and hold off the nausea. 

Unfortunately, her vision blurred just as she stepped onto the terrace and she ran directly into a brick wall. “Fuckin’ wall!” Wait… brick walls don’t wear clothes. Slowly raising her head, she saw that the wall was actually a tall angry looking man. “Sorry,” she said or at least tried too.

“No harm done,” the wall… man said.

Molly tried to step around him to find a place to sit down but he took her by the elbow, stopping her progress. 

“You shouldn’t be out here alone, especially blind drunk.” He led her to a stone bench and guided her to sit.

“I’m fine.”

“You’re not, actually. You came with two other females, where are they?” he demanded.


“Immaterial. Did they leave? How are you supposed to get home in this condition?”

The wall-man asked a lot of questions. She couldn’t really keep up.

“Damnit,” he cursed under his breath as he pulled a mobile phone out of his pocket. “John, where are you? You dragged me to this blasted party then disappeared!”

Wall-man was pissed at John; Molly felt bad for him. 

“I’ve found a girl… NO! Not like that, you idiot! She’s been abandoned and I need to get her home.” He paused and looked at her for a second. “NOT LIKE THAT! You know what, forget it! I’ll deal with this myself.” He put away the device and studied her. “The leggy brunette you came with left twenty minutes after you arrived. I lost track of the blonde but she wasn’t inside last time I was in there.” 


“Do you know where you live?”

Molly nodded. 

“Can you tell me?”

She shook her head. “You might be a killer, wall-man.”

He smirked. “Indeed. At least you still have some good sense.” He hauled her up by her arm. “You need water and carbs. I know an all-night diner close by that’s nice and public. There’ll be no wall-man killings tonight. Let’s get you sobered up.”

Two hours later, Molly sat across from the man (no longer wall-man), sipping water and finishing up her French toast. She felt better, though she knew that she’d be paying for her overindulgence for the next twenty-four hours. 

Sherlock, he had told her his name shortly after they’d sat down in the booth (he also kept repeating it whilst she ate because he said she wouldn’t remember it! How would she forget a name like Sherlock?), was drinking coffee and watching her closely. 

“I’m not going to die of alcohol poisoning now, thank you,” she said, uncomfortable under his scrutiny. 

“Perhaps not.” He didn’t look like he believed her.

“I wasn’t that drunk,” she argued. 

“You thought I was a wall. Then a wall-man. Then your primary school boyfriend.”

She was glad that she hadn’t mentioned that, for a moment, she also thought he was the reincarnation of her dead Uncle Calvin. 

“You didn’t go to that party to drink, why were you there?” she asked, trying to change the subject.

“I was drinking, however, I can hold my liquor unlike you. And I went to support a friend.” He looked away. “I’ve never had one before, I didn’t know they were so much work.”

“Never had what?”

“A friend,” he replied.

She must have looked confused because he went on. 

“John, my flatmate, he made me come with him because there was this girl there that he wanted to chat up. I don’t see the point of trying to talk to a woman when she’s downing Jello shots. If you’re really interested in getting to know them, wouldn’t you want to do it when they’re sober?”

Molly shrugged. She was still stuck on the ‘never had a friend before’ bit, but asked, “Who was the girl?”

“I don’t know. I never got to see her. Not a single deduction,” he said absently. “That was clearly deliberate. He’s hiding this one, for some reason.”

He seemed to slip into deep thought so Molly contented herself with drinking the rest of her water.

A few moments later he emerged from…wherever he’d been and went right back to bitching about this ‘John’. “Anyway, I did it. I went there and proved that I care about his interests. He says I’m a selfish wanker.” He huffed. “Would a selfish wanker make sure you weren't abducted by some sex-obsessed meat head?”

Molly shook her head.

“Exactly! Would a selfish wanker bring you to a restaurant instead of letting you pass out in an alley to choke on your own vomit?”

She shook her head again.

“See! You get it!” He looked across the room, once again, seemingly lost in thought for several minutes before he spoke again. “This is why I don’t like people, Molly, they make you look at yourself and evaluate your life. I was perfectly fine not caring about those around me until John sodding Watson dropped into my world, telling me that I could be better. Saying stupid shit like, ‘people make you stronger, Sherlock! Your friends you define you and keep you grounded’.” Taking an aggressive drink of his coffee, he continued on his diatribe, “Now, look at me! Sitting across from a pretty girl, eating a meal like a normal bloke! He’s ruining me!”

Though much more sober, Molly was still having a hard time keeping up with his rapid-fire speech. She’d caught most of it, but then got hung up on the bit at the end. Pretty girl? Before she could comment, however, he was back to it.

“I wouldn’t have even noticed you if it hadn’t been for him. The arsehole! He pointed you out the minute you walked through the door. Can’t deduce to save his life but somehow he knows my type even though I’ve never once mentioned my preference for petite, brainy, brunettes. Do you know him?”

The question caught her off guard. She shook her head as she tried to think if she knew someone named John. “I don’t believe…”

He waved his hand. “I already know the answer to that.”


“Just like I know by the way you hold your fork that you’re a medical student. You don’t go to Barts, though. St. Mary’s, I’d say.”

“That’s spooky.”

“No, it’s deduction. Unfortunately, it doesn’t help us with our problem. I’ll need more information for that.”

“What’s our problem?”

“How, Molly? How did he do that? How did he know I’d be interested in you out of all the girls at that party?”

She opened her mouth to answer, but he went on…

“It must be his superpower, or something,” he said dismissively. He was clearly kidding. It had taken the better part of two hours and more breakfast food than she’d ever eaten at one sitting, but she’d started to get accustomed to his biting wit.

“He failed organic chemistry twice but he can spot an attractive, available woman at a hundred yards.” He leant forward. “That’s what we have to find out, Molly. How did he know I’d be interested in you?”

She shook her head.

“I don’t know either, but I intend to find out.” He looked down at her plate then back to her face. “Are you done?”

“Yes.” She’d been finished for fifteen minutes, but he was on a roll and she didn’t want to be rude.

“I’ll go take care of the cheque and get us a cab.”

She started to speak up and offer to pay her half, but he was gone. What a strange man, she thought. Gorgeous, but strange. And he seemed to like her. Though he also seemed angry about it for some reason. Maybe the night hadn’t been a total bust after all. If things went well she’d really owe her new friend Mary for dragging her to that party. 

Sherlock returned, holding her jacket. “Come along, Molly. We have a mystery to solve.” He helped her put it on.


“Actually, I have a mystery to solve. Your job is to be impressed and try not to distract me with your attractiveness.”

She smiled and bit her lip.

“Well, don’t do that! Lip biting is strictly forbidden!”


With a roll of his eyes, he said, “Because it makes me want to kiss you senseless, obviously.” Then he stormed out of the restaurant. 

Molly followed, though she wasn’t sure if she should. The man was either unstable or a genius… or both. But she was intrigued, she couldn’t deny that. It was the most fun she’d had in ages and she was sort of invested this ‘John’ situation. 

“Where are we going?” she asked as she sat next to him in the cab.

He turned and smiled mischievously at her. “Would you like to watch me break into my flatmate’s room and search through his things. I’ll teach you how to look for clues and make deductions. We’ll find out loads of embarrassing things about him. His porn collection alone should be enough blackmail for about a year.”

God help her, but that did sound like fun! 

Thanks, love! Hope you liked it! ~Lil~

Support 4 (SHIELD)

Originally posted by dean-ambroselover

The love for this is just 🤗❤


Warnings: NONE


Y/N looked down at the note.

There wasn’t much written on it just one sentence.

I thought it was cute how she said she was wearing her daddy’s shirt but the confusing part was that it wasn’t my shirt Y/N

I looked down at Brielle’s shirt, even though I already knew what or who’s shirt it was.

Why did he have to be so sarcastic with this though?

Just say be straight forward.

But that meant Dean had a conversation with my daughter.

“Bri, baby…” I said looking at her. “Did you or Unlce Seth read this?”

She looked up at me with innocent eyes. “No, mommy. Dean said not to read it and to give it to you.”

I nodded.

Okay so Seth didn’t know about this note, so that’s that.

But why didn’t he tell me, Dean talked to her?

Why does every time I figure one thing out something else pops up? I whined to myself.

“Hey Seth…” I blurted out causing both him and Roman to look at me. “Can you… um, can we talk for a second?”

Seth nodded. “Talk.”

I bit my lip.

Why couldn’t he get the hint?

“In the hall…” I said trying to avoid eye contact with Roman.

I’m pretty sure he’s curious now.

Not about me wanting to have a talk with Seth, that’s nothing new.

But the fact that I couldn’t do it in front of him, like usual.

“Alright..?” Seth mumbled as more of an answer.


The second the door closed, I shoved the piece of paper at Seth’s chest. “Dean told Bri to give this to me. He knows she thinks of Roman as her dad.”

“I saw him talking to her but I didn’t see him hand her this Y/N.”

So he did know.

“About that…” I said crossing my arms. “Why didn’t you tell me, Dean talked to her?”

“Y/N/N… It was just for a minute, and I swear I didn’t know he even came into catering. I got up to get Bri some water and looked over and Dean was sitting across from Bri.”

I nodded. “Again… why didn’t you tell me?”

“I just thought it was harmless. She didn’t say he said much, so I just treated it as a don’t ask, don’t tell situation.”

I groaned hitting his arm. “There’s never a don’t ask, don’t tell situation when it comes to my child.”

Seth sighed, probaly knowing I was right.

“Yeah I was stupid. I admit that. But you know if I felt something wasn’t right, I wouldn’t hide it. I love Brielle just as much as you and Roman.” Seth finished and I knew he meant it.

Not that I didn’t know before.

Like I said I was just worried.

Like always.

But who wouldn’t be if they knew the birth father of their child could be lurking around the corner?

Then finding out he gave her a note, to give to me.

Brielle could’ve opened it, and it’s not like she wouldn’t know what it said, she is in second grade.

She may not understand but it’ll be enough to confuse her.

But unfortunately that’s my ex for you.

All ways living for the moment, doing what feels right that second not concerned about what’s the cone from his actions later.

Or how it could affect someone.

“I’m sorry. I just got so worried when I saw that note, and you know how my mind starts working. Especially when I found out Dean–”


“Did someone say my name?” Dean asked standing there behind Y/N and Seth with a smirk.


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perditaalottachocolate-blog  asked:

Here it comes: "“Bite me.” with Ladrien pretty please =3=

“Bite me,” Ladybug grumbled to herself, tossing the tabloid to the side. She glanced back at the park on the other side of the low wall and sighed.

“Ladybug?” Adrien looked up at her from the street below. The soft blue scarf she had made him was wrapped around his neck and his cheeks were pink from the cold. “What are you doing up there?”

“Adrien,” she smiled, dropping down. “What are you doing here?”

“I think I asked you first,” he winked, sticking his hands in his pockets for warmth. “It’s freezing out.”

As if his comment made the temperature real, Ladybug shivered, rubbing her arms. “I guess it is,” she laughed softly. “I hadn’t really noticed before.”

He tilted his head, studying her. “Is everything okay?”

Her eyes tracked back up the wall. She could see the edges of the tabloid newspaper she had left there fluttering in the soft breeze. “It’s nothing really.”

Adrien followed her gaze. “More dumb stuff in those fake newspapers?”

Her shoulders slumped slightly. “They seem real enough.”

He smiled softly and put a tentative hand on her shoulder. “Paris is lucky to have you and no amount of libelous journalism is going to change that.”

“I just feel like I’ve been messing up a lot lately, you know? And yeah, the Cure fixes everything at the end, but they aren’t wrong when they say I’ve gotten sloppy.” Her skin felt warm under his hand even through the magic material of her suit. She had to stop herself from rubbing her cheek against it. “I think I’ve just had a lot on my plate lately and I’m getting too distracted.”

Adrien frowned, dropping his hand. “Doesn’t Chat Noir help you?”

“Of course he does,” she answered quickly, trying not to mourn the loss of contact. “Jumping bugs, without Chat, I wouldn’t be able to do any of it.”

Adrien flushed and ducked his head. “You, uh, you never told me why you’re out on such a cold night.”

“Oh.” Ladybug glanced back up at the wall with an embarrassed expression. “I came out to brood?”

He chuckled. “Sorry I interrupted.”

“I’m not. Seriously, I really appreciate you talking to me. It’s helped,” she beamed, knowing her smile was a little too wide but unable to help herself. He looked way too cute in the scarf.

He ducked his head again with a shy smile. “I’m glad.”

“And why are you out so late?”

“It’s really not that late.”

She looked up at the night sky. “I guess not. It’s just been getting dark so much earlier.”

“A shoot ended early and I slipped out for a little time to myself,” he admitted. “I should probably start heading back though.” He bit his lip and then unwound the scarf from around his neck. “Why don’t you wear this the rest of the night? I don’t like the thought of you being out much longer without something warm.”

Ladybug took the scarf reverently and held it out in front of herself for a moment. “I don’t know if I can–”

Adrien held up a hand. “I’d be honored. That’s my favorite scarf,” he smiled. “And now we’ll have a reason to see each other again.”

Prompt List

Buy me a coffee?

first off my weak heart for victor though aldjfajldf 

but lol making it otayuri centric again oops i just thought of why yuri would be pouting so much here! why you may ask?

becauseee they promised beka (his love) would be there too but it was just to get yuri to pose with his fathers for another photo shoot fufu and now he’s all pouty missing him c:


i feel like such a dumbass when im trying to speak/write in english i suck so much and i hate it but then i realize that im no better at speaking/writing even in my own language i was writing shit in my twitter today and i thought to myself damn why do i sound like a fucking 5 year old i guess the language doesnt matter i simply havent aged mentally since i was a kid

Valkyrie: I’m not in love with Loki!
or: Oh. No, no. Good! Yeah, me neither.
ie: Thor, I fight with loki because he makes me angry. Not because i’m in love with him. I mean, hey, y'know, I like Loki as much as the next guy. You know, clearly I have feelings for him, but feelings don’t mean love! You know, I mean, I have loving feelings for Loki, yeah! But, I have… I have, you know, continuing feelings of love, but that doesn’t mean that… that I’m in love with him. You'know? I have… I have sexual feelings for him, but I do love him… Oh! Oh my God! Oh my… why didn’t you tell me?

Thor: I THOUGHT YOU KNEW! Its so obvious! That would be like telling bruce ‘hey you know you have a bit of a temper.’

Gotham fandom.

I don’t understand why there’s so much arguing in the Gotham fandom, like yes I ship Nygmobblepot but I also ship zsaszlepot, it’s not that big a deal.
Sure for a while I thought Nygmobblepot was end game but maybe it’s not and that’s okay.

And as to why I ship zsaszlepot I just like their interactions I think they work well together and I just enjoy the idea.

Honestly my OTP is Oswald/happiness but I doubt he’ll get that either 😂

Let me just rant for a sec

So in the most recent episode of The Flash, Barry got some pretty cool upgrades for the suit, right? And Wally, as he called attention to, didn’t.

So in the final scene where Barry and Wally fought the big bad and he took control of Barry’s newly electrified suit, why did they not go the simple, obvious route that would put the spotlight on Wally West. My boy has spent too much time on the back burner recently.

Why did they leave him knocked out in the corner for the whole scene, while Barry ran around like my dogs when they go outside?

I for sure thought that they would have Wally just take the antidote/poison and administer it since Barry was out of commission.

Give my boy Wally some recognition and let him be the star for one episode. Please and thank you.

Also… I thought that, even though people probably won’t care too much, I’d give an update on why I’m not writing as often, etc.

Basically, my life is semi-hectic right now. I’m hardly able to spend time with Tobi because when I’m not doing something, he’s off at a job interview or something of the like, so I’m trying to be with him when I can.

On top of that… My anxiety has been a whole lot worse. I had a complete meltdown when I was meant to meet my social worker on Monday for a simple jewellery making session to the point I have myself an anxiety migraine. However… I had a doctor’s appointment today. I’ve got to take a slightly stronger dosage of my meds to see if that has an effect in helping it out…

Plus, there’s a chance of me going on a mini course in November/December time for a few weeks, with the potential for a job afterwards… So I’ll be thinking about that quite a bit…

Oh, and also I’ve got the Sims to play and Minecraft to essentially babysit hubby’s nieces-

anonymous asked:

Do you happen to know why so many people on 4chan hate Sha//ura so much? I thought it was just because it wasn't Ka//ura, but people on there seem to tolerate other Keith and Allura ships just fine. I also thought it was just because they hared Shiro...but Shiro actually seems to be pretty popular on there. Idk it's a little odd to me. Like, why that ship? Especially since most of the Sha//ura shippers seem to be rather low key and actually pretty nice, at least in my experience.


Ok first, WHY WOULD YOU EVEN GO THERE?! I never have and never will go to that site.


anyone else kinda terrified you’ll never be able to hold a job in the future because of your mental illness

so many people overlook the genuine love of friends. how platonic relationships sometimes are more permanent. friendships like “hang on let me send you a nude i want you to tell me if this underwear looks good”. friendships like no, don’t, the peach looks literally so much better on you, you pop in peach. friendships like dump him but i understand why it’s hard for you to let go of deep relationships so i’ll be here until you do dump him and i’ll be the only one not to say “i told you so.” friendships like call me at three in the morning because of a spider, like hey saw this and thought of you but it’s a spongebob meme, like people think we’re dating and we honestly haven’t corrected them, like tell you the truth even if it’s a hard one to hear, like trust you with my life. friendships like wait i have the perfect outfit for you to wear on your date i’m driving the 45 minutes so we can play dressup and talk about flirting. like i know when to comfort you and when to distract you. like you’re kind of my favorite person but like also don’t tell anyone i said that i will deny it you’re gross and a jerk. like i know you’re sad come over i made cider and halloweentown is queued up and ready to go. like i will use your body as a shield between myself and the scary movie but i have also jumped someone for speaking badly to you. like you’ve been my rock my sword and the person who drags my drunk ass home. like that love that’s just two people who can sit in a room together with a bottle of wine in our bodies talking about how directors make poor color choices in movies. that’s love. don’t write it off because they don’t make movies around it. but that’s love.


Okay back to happier (?) topics - today’s prompts were firsts/future/tears !!!! and honestly that’s probably a happy set why did I go for this even we might just never know

Sit down lads and listen to my tired fueled rant on why Steven Yeun is a pure man and loves Keith!

So, its been bugging me for a while (especially with the new season just being released) about the fact that almost all the voice actors promote the show and how much slack my boi Steven gets! We all know how much Jeremy Shada, Bex T-K, Josh Keaton, Hell, even AJ whos new to the team go full out and are full of thoughts and words to say about Voltron and their charterers, SO, I am here today, ignoring every piece of homework i have due four weeks ago to tell y’all why none of the slack he gets is deserved!

Way back when in may of this year, a local (ish) convention guested Steven Yeun as a guest, and even though I may be a Lance stan before a human being, I cried cuz I loved this boi since the walking dead. 

I had saved all my $$ just to get this boi’s autograph (on top of picking one up for my friends sister) and waited in his line for almost 2 hours just so i could be first.  And as I sat in line, i noticed that the growing amount of walking dead fans where starting to get extremely high (i don’t think a single person in that line even KNEW what Voltron even was!).

So, b/c i am smart and don’t want to make a rash choice, i sneak a pick at the photos he has lined up before hand to see if they had any rad Voltron for him to sign. and OF COURSE there is no Voltron or Keith anywhere on that table.  But Worry not fellow nerds!  I did the smart thing and printed off a picture of Keith at home!  But my printer is shitty and the quality wasn’t the best

So after almost two hours and him being 20 minutes late ( i could never hate, my boi was on his lunch break) the line starts movin.  So here i am, about to meet Steven FREAKING Yeun, dressed as Kim Possible (not relevant but anyways) and I have practiced over and over what im gonna say to this man.  

“Talk about the Walking Dead, you can do it, tell him you love the walking dead”

So i get up and pay for my autograph, and they let me have two photos and his manager, when he gets to me, tells him that he can only sign one.

NOw, before I got on, my boi looked tired.  Like HELLA TIRED.  idk what he be doing, but he was doing his best to fake a smile and get through another line.

And when i get up in front of him, I FROZE!  like, BItcH, What you DOIN?!?!?  anyways, i shake his hand and all i manage to say is 

“I loved you in Voltron!”

And the look on his face gave me ten years of my life back!  This boi (whose entire autograph photo selection is just walking dead and head shots) hears Voltron, and i saw a smile that was genuine rush over him.  And the MOMENT i notice this, I just go back to talking about Voltron with him

Anyways, he signs my friends photo (which was hella aesthetic) and he looks over at my two and i explain to him the deal 

“So, heres the thing: i only have enough money for one autograph and you are my favorite character in the walking dead (bitch was already dead at this point too) but I got really sad when there was no Keith photos. SO i printed this out at home and I want you to decide.”

he looks at the two photos and tells me

“heres what we’re gonna do.”

and he reaches for the Keith picture and he starts to sign it.  I’m already close to tears at this point, and he is just signing away.  And then he glances over at his manager and quickly signs the other one, pushing both towards me before she had time to react and pull the other one away.

ANd at this point i am IN TEARS.  Crying in the con, god bless this random lady who gave me a tissue or my makeup would have been a mess.  

My friend and I sit down and we look at the pictures and he FUCKING SIGNED THE KEITH PHOTO FROM KEITH!!!!  I might be a Lance stan, but jesus fuck do I love Steven Yeun and everything he is!!

And this boi loves Keith! all the stories I heard from others who met him said that when they mentioned Voltron he would become ten times more happy.  Steven is a gift and I want nothing but happiness for that man.

Oh, and also…

Stevn Yeun loves Keith, he cares for Voltron, and I will NOT tolerate hate towards him any longer!

I rest my case

FAPuary Day2 - a bit late because of my wrist giving up halfway through the page. Got myself a wrist support today, on to todays page then :3 .. which will probably also end up being uploaded a day late omg. Why am I always late??

I don’t think people realize what rare and beautiful gifts really good full AMVs are.

Like… that’s hard. Really, really hard.

Something I’ve learned is that the longer you’ve been editing, the more time it takes to make an edit, which is probably the reason AMVs can take literal months to make, and most vidders usually cut the songs down and/or make short edits.

To keep up consistently good timing, clip choice, pacing, transitions, effects, and possibly even masking or typography over give or take three and a half minutes of song is a huge challenge.

It’s generally considered to take three hours to edit one minute of a movie. Apply that here, and we have it taking about nine hours for a fairly short AMV… and given that we don’t get paid to make these, and have to wrestle with hitting every single beat of the song, it can take much longer.

And we also have to keep our motivation up, find time to edit, not grow to detest the song, and struggle with technical difficulties. All of that is really grating.

I’ve been editing for a couple months over a year now, and, while I started out making almost exclusively full AMVs, I can’t do that anymore. I’ve improved a lot, and by this point, using the whole song is intimidating and requires a level of dedication that I could not possibly achieve every time I edit.

It’s been literally a year since the last time I’ve edited a full-length song that I didn’t trim.

So if you find an awesome full AMV, appreciate it! Tell the vidder that you love it!

I’m honestly just so in awe of AMVs and the people who edit them. Vidders are really badass.

Cherish them and their work.

When your parents want to go through your phone to see what you’re hiding but all you have are memes


Nina huffed out a little laugh. “It’s okay,” she said at last. “I would have thought about it, too.”
He got to his feet and offered her his hand. “I’m Matthias.”
“Nina,” she said, taking it. “Nice to make your acquaintance.”