why. oh why

  • *in a cab; on the way to the christening*
  • Molly: *happily* Oh isn't this exciting? I bet she looks lovely. And John and Mary are wonderful parents...
  • Sherlock: *on his phone* Mmm.
  • Molly: *sighs* Oh, her name is just beautiful *giggles* I always wanted to name my daughter Persephone.
  • Sherlock: *glances at her*
  • Molly: *rolls her eyes* Hey, I was eleven at the time and really into all that mythology stuff.
  • Sherlock: *still typing* There are worse names for a child than Persephone Holmes.
  • Molly: ...
  • Molly: *raises an eyebrow* Why would it be Holmes?
  • Sherlock: *shrugs* I always assumed you'd take your husband's name.
  • Molly: *scoffs* Yeah, well, I'm not going to marry Mycroft!
  • Sherlock: *confused* We've been sleeping together and you think-
  • Molly: *giggles* No, I mean, I just thought you weren't the marrying kind.
  • Sherlock: *sighs* Sex, Molly. I don't do that with just anyone.
  • Molly: *raises an eyebrow* You love me?
  • Sherlock: Obviously.
  • Molly: *smirks* I'm sorry? I didn't catch that.
  • Sherlock: *smiles* I love you.
  • Molly: *takes his hand* I love you too.
  • Sherlock: *coughs* So you'll...marry me, then?
  • Molly: *kisses his cheek* Of course I will.

It was good to see you again, dearheart.  Take up Caladbolg, and protect this world.

Ive has been waiting for canonical closure for a very long time now.  Did he want to stay in that memory forever? Yes.  But it’s something, and one last time is better than never at all.

Guys I really don't know what or if this is a mental illness but since I like to overshare, I'll share

I really don’t know if this is a mental illness.

I can’t go to a specialist so I’ll just be drowning here in illness until I live on my own. Anyway. If you know what the fuck any of these mean, let me know, if not, it’s ok.

-I literally can’t focus in class without doing a million small repetitive tasks at the same time

-I have violent thoughts when sitting still for too long, I literally imagine bashing someone’s head in or knocking over tables or something falling in from the ceiling, like I just can’t stand stillness. It’s not that I hate the people around me. I just can’t stand the stillness.

-every time I get more than a few tasks I get overwhelmed and wanna scream and kick through something

-I feel that overwhelming desire to hit things an awful lot.

-it’s constant. I’m never actually happy for longer than an hour, tops. I am legit just irritated and upset all the damn time. The only time it’s bearable is when I’m distracted.

-speaking of those, that’s why I’m on Tumblr all the damn time. It’s the only distraction I have while at school.

-can’t sit still. I have to be typing, checking my phone, writing, doing something or else I get those violent urges again

-I drive to college. I think about swerving off of bridges or into trees. Intrusive thoughts happen sometimes, at stoplights, can’t sit still, can’t be still.

-my head is a constant litany of “DAMNIT DAMNIT DAMNIT” it’s just nonstop swearing and upset cursing in there, sometimes with no cause.

-I guess you think my self deprecating jokes are pretty funny, well, I’m the most vicious to myself and it’s starting to make me physically upset.

-also you might’ve noticed but I’m paranoid. And defensive. And aggressive. And obsessive, I go into rage spirals that seem eternal and then suddenly I’ll be just fine in the next second and joking the same as normal.

-Tumblr is where these things show up because I…don’t have anywhere else to store these feelings. They’re overwhelming, they feel like ants under my skin or some unbearable heat tingling through my skull and lower belly like lightning.

-it’s not normal. I don’t think it is, it feels wrong. I’m too impulsive. It’s starting to erode my ability to think clearly in some situations. It’s making me hit things with my car and obsessively check Tumblr even when it’s dangerous to do so, like I literally couldn’t stop myself from checking Tumblr when while I was driving. Like I’m not an IDIOT, why did that happen? That’s how I felt.

-my head is telling me not to post this but my gut is saying fuck it fuck it fuck it fuck it and fuck them, even though I know a lot of you are my friends.

I’ve never been this…upset all the time.

As a kid i was snarky, but mostly happy.

Like is this adulthood, no, I don’t think so, other people don’t have these problems, or at least it doesn’t seem like it, they don’t get overstimulated and think so far off course I’m swimming with Argo.

And these things are just…I don’t think they’re normal or ok. I think I have problems and I’m sorry. I’m sorry if you come here for humor and I’m just ruining that by self destructing. But I really think I need help.

The killing aside, I’m just glad that we finally get to see bits about Bum’s past. I honestly can’t wait for his uncle to appear and maybe die soon after. I’M SO SORRY

I keep forgetting tomorrow is my birthday /sweats/


Character Aesthetic: Stan Pines

“Everything I’ve worked for–everything I care about–it’s all for this family!”


@wthlora @pans-are-cray THIS IS WHAT I WAS WORKING ON


anonymous asked:

I recently found out that my wife is in love with someone else. I don’t know what to do. I mean, how do you compete with mothman, of all people?

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It was more of a platonic get together on Valentines!!! @olympusisbleeding