wish i could visit there

this ask meme is based on the blog gravesuggestion.  i’ve divided it up into two categories  ( light  &  dark )  based on the themes.  some of these can be somewhat triggering seeing that the darker ones deal with a lot of death mentions.  please be cautious before continuing on!!

L I G H T

‘  at night i dream of you.  ’
‘  don’t give up yet.  you still have time to fix things.  ’
‘  falling in love with someone else is not a personal attack.  ’
‘  i am still so weak when it comes to you.  ’
‘  i can’t believe i let myself let you down.  ’
‘  i don’t care where we go when we die,  as long as i’m with you.  ’
‘  i dream of saying to you all the words i held inside until it was too late.  ’
‘  i feel so warm  &  safe when you talk to me.  maybe i could love you if you’d let me.  ’
‘  i finally let the right people in  &  i have never felt so loved.  ’
‘  i like the way your nails paint red stripes along my spine days after you’re gone.  ’
‘  i lived in your permafrost for twenty years  &  then you looked at me  &  i felt the warmth of spring.  ’
‘  i once wished you’d leave me alone,  but i take it back.  ’
‘  i want to be able to love someone else,  but you stretch your arms  &  spread your legs inside my heart so that there is no room for anyone or anything else.  ’
‘  i want to believe that we got it right this time.  ’
‘  i wonder how much longer i can cling to your light before it expires completely.  ’
‘  i would travel across the world to be by your side,  because as long as you are with me,  anywhere is a perfect place to me.  ’
‘  it took me awhile to realize it myself,  but you are not what other people say you are.  ’
‘  it’s not that i really need you,  but life would be pretty boring without you around.  there’s no one i would rather be with.  ’
‘  i’d like to stay like this for awhile.  ’
‘  life  &  death don’t have to be so boring,  let’s make both an adventure.  ’
‘  life imitates art,  they say.  i didn’t believe it until i started to notice the way your eyelashes look so much like tiny ink stroke.  ’
‘  live your life so that when you die,  souls will come for miles just to hear your historic tales.  ’
‘  make your exes jealous  &  your past self proud.  ’
‘  maybe you’re what i needed to find in order to move on.  ’
‘  never get caught falling harder.  they’ll never let you back up.  ’
‘  please don’t go.  ’
‘  some days it’s easier to just stop fighting it  &  succumb.  ’
‘  sometimes,  you’ll find it hard to keep going,  but you always will.  ’
‘  the desire i feel for you is that same itching,  insidious hunger that an addict has for their addiction.  ’
‘  the worst thing about you is that you weren’t all bad.  ’
‘  there is absolutely nothing  &  no one who can stop me.  ’
‘  there is no route of losing you that is without pain.  ’
‘  there’s still room for adventure  &  there is no one i’d rather have by my side.  ’
‘  things didn’t turn out the way i planned,  but i’m alright with that.  ’
‘  we could be really incredible together,  you know?  ’
‘  you are beautiful  &  vibrant  &  confident.  you are light  &  laughter incarnate  &  every fiber of your being screams freedom  &  joy.  when i am with you,  i am truly happy.  ’
‘  you are starlight incarnate,  from the grand way you sway your hips to the wide mysterious way you think.  blessed are any to be loved by you.  ’
‘  you are too afraid of the future to let go of a past that was never kind to you.  ’
‘  you call me yours  &  i have no idea what that even means to you.  ’
‘  you remind me of bubblegum  &  sweets;  soft  &  pink  &  warm.  you are strong in the gentlest way.  you are so stubbornly kind.  i wish i could be like that.  ’
‘  you still visit me while i sleep sometimes.  your fingers trace my spine  &  i listen to you breathe.  please stop haunting me.  ’
‘  ‘morbid curiosity’ is a wonderful way to describe how i feel about you.  ’

D A R K

‘  a thousand empty bottles  &  fist fights will never return to us what we lost that day.  ’
‘  everyone else has moved on,  but i am still here.  ’
‘  everything about you screams danger.  ’
‘  everything is worthless to you  &  you,  in turn,  became worthless.  ’
‘  for once in my life i want to be surrounded by people that i don’t feel like i need to impress.  ’
‘  freedom is really hard to get used to.  ’
‘  how could you do this to me?  how fucking could you?  ’
‘  i am becoming everything we always dreamed of  &  i am leaving you behind.  ’
‘  i buried you so well that you might as well have died.  ’
‘  i can rest easy knowing that the person i love is dead  &  not the monster you became.  ’
‘  i can’t look at you.  not now,  not ever.  ’
‘  i don’t ask how you’ve been.  what’s the point?  you’d lie anyways.  ’
‘  i dream of hearing the words i so desperately needed to lay your memory to rest.  ’
‘  i haunted this house first.  there is no room for you here.  ’
‘  i have a right to be upset.  i loved them too, you know.  ’
‘  i just want it to end.  i want it to all go away.  i want to go away.  ’
‘  i may be a wolf in sheep’s clothing,  but a snake hiding in the skin of a mouse is far more dangerous.  ’
‘  i saw your face today  &  didn’t feel anything.  i am free.  ’
‘  i tried to save you,  but you didn’t want to be saved.  you just wanted someone to suffer with you.  ’
‘  it’s almost as if you were never here.  ’
‘  it’s unhealthy to do these things,  you tell me.  you say it’s time to stop smoking,  time to stop gambling,  &  dammit,  i f you don’t stop drinking it’ll kill you.  i sure hope you’re right,  darling.  ’
‘  i’m always pleasantly surprised by how easy it is to kill you in my mind  ’
‘  i’m not really scared to die.  i’m more afraid that no one will miss me when i’m gone.  ’
‘  i’m not the person you left behind anymore.  there’s no one here to miss.  ’
‘  i’ve been dead far longer than i’ve been alive.  ’
‘  i’ve eaten nothing but flower petals  &  ivy for weeks because i want to be beautiful inside like you.  ’
‘  i’ve never been completely satisfied.  i most likely will still be unsatisfied long after my death.  ’
‘  no motive other than pleasure,  my dear.  ’
‘  one day i’ll go or you will.  either way,  it will be as if i’m losing a piece of myself.  ’
‘  our dreams  &  promises decay along with you.  ’
‘  the leaves change,  but nothing else does.  ’
‘  the only difference between avoiding  &  leaving is that now i’m not waiting up for you.  ’
‘  there is no such thing as a person who is required to love you.  ’
‘  there’s only so much that can be done to repair old damage.  ’
‘  things aren’t going as i hoped.  maybe if i die,  i can start over again?  better luck next time.  ’
‘  this is not something to be proud of.  this is a tragedy.  ’
‘  trying to get rid of me?  oh honey,  you’ll have to try much harder than that.  ’
‘  trying to get under my skin?  you’re nothing more than a pesky itch.  ’
‘  unlike you,  i can’t hide my identity when it becomes an inconvenience or a danger.  ’
‘  weeping is for gods  &  martyrs,  we cannot afford such luxuries.  ’
‘  would you even miss me?  ’
‘  you are not important enough to earn an eternal place in my heart.  ’
‘  you complain nonstop about being unloved  &  alone,  i can’t imagine what you’d be like if that were actually true.  ’
‘  you don’t know what it’s like.  ’
‘  you made this so fucking easy for me.  ’
‘  you should see me as a threat.  i will tear down everything you know until there is nothing left of you.  i am a walking threat.  ’
‘  you think i’m already gone,  but i’m still fighting.  ’
‘  you think i’m dead,  but i’m just dying.  ’
‘  you were never an addiction,  you were a fucking disease.  ’
‘  you wouldn’t dare cross me.  i am god  &  you are the soil beneath my feet.  ’
‘  your existence takes up so much more space in mine that we might as well be one entity.  ’
‘  your fingers are so cold  &  bruised,  but you’re still slamming your fists again the barricade as if it makes a difference.  ’
‘  your hair is tied in a noose  &  your fingernails are razor blades,  your lips are poison  &  i will gratefully kiss them.  ’
‘  your hatred has a body count  &  we will not forget.  ’
‘  your loss,  not mine.  ’
‘  you’re a sick fuck.  you know that?  ’
‘  you’re not gentle with me  &  i would never ask you to be.  ’
‘  you’ve trapped yourself so thoroughly in your own mind that it’s not even a rut anymore,  it’s a pit.   ’


12 August 2017

Baz is gone when Simon wakes. He knows this even without opening his eyes, feeling the absence of arms around him, and that uneasy feeling of needing to know where Baz is that Simon still hasn’t quite managed to shake off, after all this time. He sighs and rolls over, burying his face in the pillow. It’s Saturday, and if Baz were still in his bed, Simon would see absolutely no reason to get up at all today, but now he stumbles to his feet, throws on a t-shirt and walks out into the kitchen.

‘Morning,’ says Penny, seated at the counter with a newspaper and a bowl of cereal.

‘Morning,’ says Simon, through a yawn. ‘Where’s Baz?’

She shrugs with one shoulder, turning the page with her other hand. ‘He went out.’

Simon grumbles to himself and goes to join her for breakfast.

*

An hour later, Simon comes back with milk and cereal and paper towels. (‘Make yourself useful instead of sulking while you wait for your boyfriend,’ Penny said.

‘What if he’s already gone to get milk?’

‘Doubtful. Funny how he spends almost as much time here as I do and doesn’t do half as much of the chores.’)

Penny is on the couch furiously typing on her laptop, and Baz is still nowhere to be seen. Simon flops down on the other end of the couch, his feet tucked up next to Penny, and sighs.

‘You need friends,’ Penny says, without looking up or slowing down her typing. ‘People to hang out with before uni starts.’

‘You don’t have friends,’ Simon says.

‘I have things to do.’

I have things to do,’ he insists.

‘Like what?’

‘He’s not here,’ Simon says, smirking.

Penny groans. ‘You need friends,’ she repeats.

Simon grabs his phone off the coffee table and leans back against the arm of the couch. Penny’s probably right. As always.

*

‘Have you texted Baz?’ Penny asks, after a long silence.

‘Yeah. Nothing.’

‘Hm,’ she says, narrowing her eyes. Then – ‘Oh.’

‘What?’ Simon sits up, alarmed.

‘Do you know what the date is?’

‘No,’ Simon says. (He never keeps track.)

‘August twelfth.’

His mouth drops open. ‘Oh.’

‘And you know what else?’ Penny says. ‘It’s fifteen years, today.’

Simon is on his feet and on his way out the door before she’s even managed to shut off her laptop.

‘We have to be there,’ Simon calls over his shoulder.

‘I know.’

*

Penny has to let Simon through the gate. He’s been back a few times, for the Leavers Ball, and a few conversations he had to have after the whole trial with the Mage and the mess with the Humdrum was resolved, and it’s less painful now. He still misses it – fiercely – but today isn’t about Watford, or magic, or Simon.

Today is about Natasha Pitch.

They run down to the Catacombs and find Baz sitting in front of his mother’s tomb, in the same spot where Simon found him and confronted him countless times before. Baz hears them coming and lets them sit on either side of him, saying nothing.

Simon reaches out to take Baz’s hand, not sure if he wants comfort, but Baz lets him and twines their fingers together. The three of them look at the fresh flowers by the tomb, at the carving over the door – Le Tombeau des Enfants – and they lean against each other. Holding each other up.

They say nothing, and Baz cries, and Simon cries for him. Then Baz tells them about how he still remembers the roughness of her hands, and how Fiona says that Natasha used to sing him to sleep and he wishes he remembered the sound of her voice, and that he’ll never forgive himself for not being there when she came to see him.

‘She’d be so proud of you,’ Simon whispers, and for once Baz doesn’t argue. Not today.

Imagine Keith meeting an alien female that resembles Mothman and him getting all geeked about it and he starts talking to her about Earth and stuff (Jealous Lance in the background ofc) and she’s like:

“Earth? Oh I think I know which planet you’re talking about, my sister moved there a couple millennia ago. She said the mountains as you call it there are quite lovely in the warm weather. She also says the Shenandoah mountains are quite lovely in the cold weather too. I wish I could go visit her.“

And Keith is just slack jawed because he literally is talking to the sister of Mothman that isn’t even a man and long story short this is the only time he has and ever will feel this much love for a woman in his life.

Keith: “I want to marry her Pidge.“

Pidge: “Your gay Keith stop it, besides Lance called dibs.“

Keith: “WHAT?!?!?!“

Lance: “Pidge!“

Pidge: “Oh please Lance everyone knew. You yelled it out before Hunk could when you first saw Keith at the garrison.“

Hunk: “My only regret in life was not being fast enough to call it first.”

Dating Diana Prince would include...

Originally posted by ihatemylifepart1

  • getting to see the side of diana no one else sees
  • she’s sweet with you and loves that you don’t laugh at her for still not knowing everything about man’s world
  • you get worried about her fighting who knows what kind of creatures and for a second she worries you don’t think she’s strong enough to handle it but you reassure her you know she’s strong you just worry because you care
  • she finds that endearing 
  • you work as her assistant so you go with her pretty much everywhere
  • you like hearing about themyscira 
  • she loves telling you about her home and what it was like growing up there
  • “an island of only women sounds so nice. I don’t think I would’ve left.”
  • “It was but if I had stayed there I never would’ve met you.”
  • you wish you could actually visit her home but you know she’s never allowed to return 
  • sometimes Diana gets homesick and she isolates herself from you
  • those are the worst days because you don’t know how to help her
  • so you just do what you can
  • Diana appreciates that
  • you pretty much became a nurse thanks to how often you have to patch diana up from fights
  • google became your best friend
  • you love to take Diana to new places/introduce her to new foods and watch the look on her face when she tries something new
  • Diana will sometimes sing you a lullaby her mother sang her
  • cuddly nights in watching movies
  • you have so much for her to catch up on
  • “I can’t believe you were alive when all these fantastic fims came out and you never saw them”
  • “Well I was you know saving the world from evil so…”
  • “Touche”
  • You love seeing her in the wonder woman costume
  • You think she looks so hot but also like such a badass
  • she suggests you try it on 
  • you’re too nervous to at first but she convinces you
  • you put it on and wow
  • you can’t fight to save your life but in that you felt powerful
  • when Diana has to leave to save the world from whatever force you get really lonely and miss her a lot
  • but that means that when she comes back home you two don’t leave the house for weeks
  • Diana is a pretty laid back girlfriend that is just happy to be around you and know that you’re safe

Originally posted by marvel-flower

An illustration of the first Drabble of the little series Where @thelastspeecher crosses their au universe, the Stanley Mcgucket series, with my au universe, The Mystery Dads universe! 

The guest room is not terrible attractive, I tell you I struggled with the design. Also I wanted it to have like, white farm house style kind of furniture but that just doesn’t work with my drawing style and? Yeah yikes.

Anyway, the Drabble can be read here. 

Since last year’s 365 days of journaling was so successful here’s a new one to complete in 2016!

Feel free to share and tag me in anything you upload for me to have a nose at - although this is not necessary. Enjoy!

1. Do you believe in New Year resolutions? If so what are your resolutions for this year?
2. Review of 2015
3. How could you help others this year?
4. How can you help yourself this year?
5. What do you want to achieve this year?
6. List ways to succeed personally this year.
7. Your personality traits.
8. List ways to treat yourself this year.
9. Describe your sense of humor.
10. Is your family supportive?
11. List 6 things you love about Winter.
12. Compare your present self to your past self.
13. Would you want to live in a city, suburb or in the country?
14. How would you like to be remembered?
15. Your star sign.
16. Write about a recent adventure or travels.
17. What are your three largest priorities?
18. Write a letter to someone you need to forgive.
19. My goal tomorrow is…
20. My strengths are …
21. Technology – good or bad?
22. What’s your motto?
23. List words you most overuse.
24. What have you sacrificed?
25. Spirit animal?
26. What makes you unique?
27. List the worst books you’ve read.
28. Would you want to grow up in the public eye?
29. How much self-control do you have?
30. What are your best character traits?
31. List ten simple short goals for this month.
32. What emotion dominates your life lately?
33. Who made you feel good this week?
34. I want to always remember….
35. Do you believe in ghosts?
36. What hurts today?
37. In your imagination, what will the world be like in 50 years?
38. List of flowers.
39. List five acts you feel guilty about.
40. Walking in the rain is…
41. Did your parents sacrifice for you?
42. The things that make me laugh the hardest are…
43. How do you feel about your appearance?
44. How do you feel about Valentine’s Day?
45. List of favourite drinks.
46. Have you ever lost something valuable?
47. Ten ways I show those I love that I care are…
48. Do you like exercise?
49. What does forgiveness mean to you?
50. Dream job.
51. Recipe for a perfect night in.
52. List 10 things you love about yourself.
53. What you know about the day you were born? Tell any family stories that were told to you.
54. Summarise today using no more than forty four words.
55. A memory you wish you could forget?
56. Favourite colour?
57. Receipts of things you’ve bought this week.
58. List ten things that scare you about getting old?
59. Where do you escape to?
60. ‘I wish I could’ list.
61. Describe visits to your grandparents’ home.
62. Books or E-Books?
63. How do you feel about commitment in general?
64. What do you think is the greatest invention? Why?  
65. List 5 actresses.
66. Describe your parents’ philosophy of raising children: discipline, rules and outlook.
67. I wish there were no more…..
68. Favourite family story?
69. Do/did you like school?
70. Your proudest moment.
71. 10 television shows.
72. If you had only one wish, what would you wish for?
73. Where is home for you?
74. Favourite restaurant?
75. Five Things I’ve Forgiven People For and Why.
76. List 6 things you love about Spring.
77. How do you like to be romanced?
78. How do you indulge yourself?
79. What is your favourite Saturday activity?
80. What famous world festivals would you like to attend?
81. Are you a wallflower?
82. How well do you take criticism?
83. Did you have a favourite blanket or toy? Tell about it.
84. List 5 actors.
85. Describe a typical day in school.
86. List 3 things that went wrong today.
87. How would you describe yourself?
88. What do you like best about your home?
89. What makes you a good person?
90. What did you most enjoy doing this week?
91. Do you let people in?
92. Tell about your favourite aunt or uncle. Were you close? What do you remember most?
93. How do you stand out from the crowd?
94. Which quality best describes your life–exciting, organised, dull–and why?
95. I want to forget…
96. Write a fan letter to your favourite actor/actress.
97. What historical figure do you most identify with?
98. My worst experience today was …
99. Whose advice do you seek in times of need?
100. Something you have always felt was missing in your life
101. Name one thing you always wanted to do, but haven’t.  What has prevented you from doing it?
102. Helplessness: that dull, sick feeling of not being the one at the reins. When did you last feel like that –- and what did you do about it?
103. Favourite activities.
104. Do you feel lovable?
105. Review a book.
106. Today I overheard…
107. You karaoke/shower song.
108. Explore the room you’re in as if you’re seeing it for the first time. Pretend you know nothing. What do you see? Who is the person who lives there?
109. A list of questions you would like to ask future you.
110. Go to the nearest window. Look out for a full minute. Write about what you saw.
111. Write about your school life, your grades, what you wish you had done differently.
112. List favourite desserts.
113. How important is loyalty to you?
114. List 15 characters from movies.
115. Your most embarrassing moment.
116. What’s on your calendar for tomorrow?
117. Best decision you’ve made?
118. ‘Things to try’ list.
119. Rainy days or sunshine adventures?
120. What would you do if money were no object?
121. Who do you relate with the most – your mother or father?
122. I’m thankful for…
123. Write about regrets you may have.
124. Create a moodboard that reflects today’s feelings.
125. Ten things you hold most dear.
126. Who was your first crush and what made them special?
127. When have you felt lonely?
128. Your most satisfying victory.
129. Something you have always felt was missing in your life
130. Write a letter to someone who believed in you even when you didn’t believe in yourself.
131. What does being a friend means to you?
132. How would you change the world to make it better?
133. What’s the most surreal experience you’ve ever had?
134. Favourite childhood memory?
135. Are you an emotional person?
136. A-Z list of favourite things.
137. When was the last time someone gave you butterflies?
138. Write about turning points in your life – what would be different now if you had made a different choice.
139. Is physical attraction important to you?
140. Is money important to you?
141. Explain why you chose your blog’s title and what it means to you.
142. Do you have/want any tattoos? Their meaning?
143. What did you learn this week?
144. Who are your heroes?
145. List 3 things that went right today.
146. How do you feel during a thunderstorm?
147. Do you forgive things easily?
148. Write about lost friendships.
149. My weaknesses are …
150. Favourite emoticons.
151. Are you more like your mother or father?
152. Night or day?
153. List of countries to visit.
154. Describe the area you live in.
155. A secret no one knows.
156. List of favourite languages.
157. List of favourite designers.
158. What qualities do you want in a romantic partner?
159. Research and find a new poem today.
160. List 5 things you hate/dislike.
161. Write something inspired by a recent dream you had.
162. What excuses keep me stuck?
163. Your lucky number?
164. List 5 animals.
165. Tell us about something you know you should do … but don’t.
166. Favourite animation movie.
167. Do you apologise too much?
168. List of things that stress you.
169. Favourite recipe?
170. When was the last time someone told you they were proud of you?
171. Favourite places visited.
172. Write about your childhood.
173. If your life had a soundtrack, like a movie, what songs would you include? Why?
174. Optimist or pessimist?
175. Take any poem or short story you find anywhere. Rewrite it in your own words.
176. How do you feel when you’re leaving home on vacation?
177. Open up a dictionary to a random word. Define what that word means to you.
178. List restaurants to visit.
179. Choose an animal. Write about it!
180. Write a celebrity crush list.
181. What are you afraid of? Why?
182. Five things I love about relationships…
183. Close your eyes and imagine the kind of world you would like to see.  What is it like?
184. My best experience today was …
185. ‘Books to read’ list.
186. What does religion mean to you?
187. ‘Rainy day’ list.
188. The biggest challenge you’ve faced?
189. Your favourite instrument (to play/listen to)?
190. List of fears.
191. List of everything you’d like to say yes to.
192. Favourite pieces of art.
193. My worst experience today was …
194. Ten things that scare you about getting old?
195. List the cheesiest jokes you know.
196. When you look in the mirror, what do you see?
197. A character that you relate to.
198. List toys from your childhood.
199. What talents do you have?
200. List of unhealthy habits.
201. What is your favourite sound?
202. List things that make you feel safe.
203. Find an image in a magazine that reflects your current emotional status.
204. List 8 music artists.
205. When have you experienced heartbreak?
206. I feel most energized when…
207. List things that make you laugh.
208. Choose – Harry Potter, Twilight, Hunger Games or Maze Runner?
209. List the 5 most expensive things you’ve bought.
210. Receipts from today.
211. If you could become an expert in any subject or activity, what would it be?
212. List of rituals.
213. Favourite authors.
214. List hobbies.
215. So far I’ve learned these lessons about life …
216. What’s the funniest thing that happened to you this week?
217. A moodboard of patterns.
218. Using 10 words, describe yourself.
219. Movie review.
220. What are your thoughts on camping?
221. What’s one thing you’d change about your appearance if you could? What’s one character trait you’d change?
222. What would your perfect day be like?
223. A fictional place you wish you could visit?
224. List of websites.
225. Favourite menu.
226. What are things you can do in 15 minutes or less that improve your mood?
227. Favourite fast food.
228. If you could get the answer to any question, what would you ask?
229. List things you find beautiful.
230. Describe your alter ego — someone who is your exact opposite.
231. 3 pieces of advice for past you?
232. What is your mission in life?
233. If you could go back and relive one day of your life, which day would it be and why?
234. What would you do if you could travel into the past?
235. What is the one thing you feel always brings out the good in people?
236. A quote that inspires you.
237. What relationships matter the most to you? How can you maintain and improve them?
238. What is your favourite room in your home and why?
239. Do you believe in the afterlife?
240. ‘Inside my bag’ list.
241. How often do you leave your comfort zone?
242. I am happiest when…
243. Cold or hot?
244. Do you believe one person can change the world?
245. Describe a time when you were brave.
246. Favourite Games List.
247. I’ve been putting off…
248. List ways to relieve stress?
249. When do you feel underappreciated?
250. Define your personal style.
251. List 8 things that you enjoy.
252. Did a teacher ever have a profound effect on you?
253. Three things I value about myself are….
254. Random Facts About Me List
255. What role do you play in your family?
256. List sports you love/hate.
257. What would the title of your biography be and why?
258. A promise you have broken?
259. List the emotions you’ve felt today.
260. What effect does music have on you?
261. Favourite poem.
262. Doodle here.
263. Favourite piece of jewellery.
264. List 15 characters from books.
265. Are you hard on yourself?
266. Summarise the day in one sentence.
267. If and when I raise children, I’ll never…
268. Write about your first kiss.  Was it everything you wished or hoped it would be?
269. Book review.
270. What does family mean to you?
271. Your favourite photo of you.
272. List of things that annoy you.
273. How productive are you?
274. What was the title of the last book you read?
275. List 6 things you love about Summer.
276. Doodle here.
277. What would you do if you knew you could not fail?
278. What did you learn today?  What did you learn yesterday?
279. Shuffle your iPod, list first 10 ten songs.
280. Make a list of 30 things that make you smile.
281. I couldn’t imagine living without…
282. What would you do if you could travel into the future?
283. Quotes that ignite something in you?
284. I really wish others knew this about me…
285. Your biggest achievement?
286. I feel happiest in my skin when…
287. Organised or organised chaos?
288. List of everything you’d like to say no to.
289. Who inspires you?
290. List your top 10 movies.
291. Write the words you need to hear.
292. List your responsibilities.
293. What is your favourite holiday? What makes this holiday special?
294. Why you get up in the morning.
295. Tea or coffee? Why? Favourites?
296. What do you want to know about yourself?
297. List of House Rules
298. The biggest headline of today and your feelings on it.
299. My best birthday was…
300. List of things that make you worry.
301. Land or Sea?
302. My imaginary friend growing up was…
303. List 10 songs.
304. What is your passion?
305. What kind of day have you had, and why?
306. List of favourite subjects at school.
307. Most romantic date you’ve been on?
308. Tell about an event in your life that has caused a change in you.
309. Best thing that’s happened this month?
310. What’s the Most Memorable Thing You Ever Got in the Mail?
311. List of friends’ names.
312. What are your most prized possessions?
313. Favourite type of weather?
314. Who has had the most impact on your life?
315. List of favourite snacks.
316. What song have you listened to today?
317. List 6 things you love about Autumn.
318. Your feelings on war.
319. What are all your thoughts on god?
320. Make a list of 15 escapes you would like to indulge in.
321. What is a mistake people often make about you?
322. What makes you a bad person?
323. How your parents met.
324. What kind of day are you having, and why?
325. Favourite family photo?
326. I was most angry when…
327. List 10 skills you bring to a work environment.
328. What were your favourite picture books when you were younger?
329. A-Z list of things you’d like to try.
330. If you have brothers or sisters, how are you similar to them or different from them? What about with your friends?
331. What song was No.1 when you were born?
332. List of favourite childhood shows.
333. Do you follow fashion trends?
334. Your favourite season?
335. Can you be alone with yourself?
336. List of favourite magazines.
337. Your beliefs about Karma.
338. What’s something you disagree with about the way you were raised?
339. Growing up, what did you really want but never received.
340. Favourite lyrics?
341. Is love at first sight possible?
342. List 12 shops.
343. Have you ever been in love?
344. Favourite month of the year?
345. Do you have any family traditions?
346. Is Christmas a big holiday to you and your family?
347. Favourite Christmas images.
348. Who is someone you miss?
349. List of names you will by buying gifts for this year.
350. What are you planning to buy as a gift this year?
351. What’s the best gift you’ve ever given?
352. What’s the best gift you’ve ever received?
353. When did you stop believing in Santa?
354. Favourite Christmas song?
355. What are your initial thoughts when you hear the word ‘Christmas’?
356. Your Christmas shopping list?
357. Favourite Christmas song?
358. Favourite Christmas memory?
359. What does Christmas mean to you now?
360. How was your Christmas?
361. Do you celebrate Boxing day?
362. Would you change anything about this year?
363. List things you’ve learnt this year?
364. What have you achieved this year?
365. What do you want to achieve next year?
366. Things I am looking forward to next year…

cryingbclarryy  asked:

hiya, was just wondering which are your favourite johnlock fics? X

Hi, and I am SO SORRY to have been so slow to answer this. After S4 I’ve been struggling with reading/writing fics so was rubbish about answering.

Here is the (ridiculously long) list of my absolute favourites, which I’m sure you will have mostly read anyway!

The Gladstone series by @jamlockk. This entire series makes me laugh and also sob until my face feels like it’s made of salt. Gorgeous.

Hot Dolphin Sex by @conversationswithjohnlock. I accidentally stayed in the bath for three hours while I read this the first time, and my husband assures me I did actually sound like a dolphin.

In the Library by @itsnotgonnareaditselfpeople. BEAUTIFUL. Just beautiful, gorgeous writing. Teenlock, with flashbacks to kidlock.

A Brand of Gold by @aquabelacqua. I DIE reading this fic. If you want a fic that will make your toes CURL with the feeling of falling irrevocably, devastatingly in love, this is the one. I honestly felt hot from head to toe reading this fic. I had butterflies. I cried, because the sheer emotion – terror, love, that edgy sense of desperation behind every beautifully-chosen word – that the author packs into this story is insane. Gorgeous. Also cannot recommend enough the BEAUTIFUL podfic by @lockedinjohnlock-podfics.

Chemical Bonds by @weeesi. Funny, incredibly touching, splendidly written, perfectly in character. One I read again and again.

John Watson’s Twelve Days of Christmas by @earlgreytea68. The fluff to end all fluff. I don’t know how many times I’ve read this now. Not just for Christmas!

The Adventure of the Doctor’s Heart by @mistyzeo. Mistyzeo’s writing is an absolute masterclass and this story is my ultimate favourite.

FAQ by ancientreader. God, this story hurts, but in the most perfect way. Parentlock. What I wish S4 could have been.

A Visit to the Doctor by flawedamethyst. I’ve read this an insane number of times. It’s perfect every time. Time travel – ACD and BBC Sherlock Holmes collide. Painful and fluffy and lovely.

Sonatina in G Minor by @silentauroriamthereal. I cried in a public cafe. Yep. The emotional tension in this story bubbles beneath the surface, desperate to break through. EVERYTHING Silent writes is beautiful but this is my absolute favourite.

Upon Whom Shall You Call? by @may-shepard aldjhfaskdjhfkjdlkjasdsdfjasdfksdafsd GHOSTBUSTERS AU GHOSTBUSTERS AU I WILL NEVER STOP SCREAMING ABOUT HOW FUCKING AMAZING THIS STORY IS

If Nobody Speaks of Remarkable Things by @watsonshoneybee. I can’t tell you how special this story is to me. Heed the tags before you go in.

And two Mystrade because, um, I know you didn’t ask but it would be wrong of me to post a list of my favourites without them!

The Memoranda of Understanding series by @mydwynter – when I retire I’m going to read this series of stories over and over every day until I die. When they find me dead they’ll have to pry the long-outdated eReader out of my cold, claw-like hands. Just…marvellous.

Virtually Perfect by @random-nexus – actually perfect. Online chatroom AU. The nerves and self-esteem issues when they finally meet are beautifully written. Amazing.

Hope you like the list @cryingbclarryy 😘

Another Chance

Bucky Barnes x Reader 

Summary : There was a severe storm where you were, which delayed your flight. As you sat in the airport, waiting for time to pass, you run into someone who will forever change your life. AU

A/N : Just wanted to make a fluffy Bucky fic. This is a rewrite of one of my other series, Written in the Stars. Hope you enjoy! 

Word Count : 2,354

Warning : Fluff and language.

The airport was crowded with strangers. All huddled in, either on their phones or staring at their laptops. Even the kids had a device of their own, eyes glued to the screens as if they were hypnotized. 


You sighed playing with the pages of your book. It’s been two hours since you arrived, and you were nowhere near boarding. 

The storm was chaotic, and even if you wanted to forget the trip and go back to your warm and comfortable apartment, you couldn’t leave. The roads were closed off around the area. Which only meant, you were stuck. 

There was a slight cold breeze, radiating from outside. Creating you to shiver though you were wrapped up in your coat. Not even the body heat around you could keep you warm. 

You suddenly remembered passing a coffee shop when you were running to catch your flight. It wasn’t too far, and you were sure it could help pass time. 

As you made your way to the coffee shop, you rummaged through your purse, looking for your card. 

“Dammit, where is it?” You grumbled to yourself. 

Without paying any attention to your surroundings, your body collided right into broad shoulders, almost making you fall. The sound of paper shuffling, and a soft grunt hummed in your ears.

“Crap! I’m so sorry!” You said, hoping you didn’t hurt anyone and bending down to retrieve the papers that fell. 

The stranger slightly chuckled, as he hunched over as well to help you. “It’s okay, don’t worry about it.” 

His voice made the hairs of your neck stand up. It was low and rough, but slightly kind of intriguing. You slowly looked up, and met the gaze of the most alluring blue eyes you have ever seen. They were warm, but inviting. 

He helped you up to your feet, his hand molding with yours, it created a sudden flutter in your stomach. 

“T-Thank you.” You stammered. 

The man before you was tall, making you crank your neck just to see him. And you definitely took the time to look over him. Your gaze traced over his long messy brunette hair, to his worn combat boots. He was lean, and perhaps well built under that heavy coat that draped over him. 

His lips slightly twitched up, flashing you a faint smile. “Are you okay?” He asked, a bit worried. 

You snapped out of your daze, and nodded. “Y-Yea, I’m fine. I am so sorry again, I wasn’t paying attention.” 

He shrugged his shoulders, his lips curving more by the second. “It’s fine. Trust me. All that matters is that no body got hurt.” 

There was something about him that drew you to him, and you couldn’t figure out what it was exactly. But you shook off the thoughts immediately, and cleared your throat. 

“Um, here. I believe these are yours.” You muttered, handing over the pile of papers. 

As he reached for his belongings, you couldn’t help but glance down. They were drawings of people. Breathtaking silhouettes and portraits. 

“Thanks.” He muttered, catching your attention once again. He slipped the papers into his bag, and returned his gaze to you. “I’m James, but people call me Bucky.” 

“Y/N.” You smiled. “I’m lame, I don’t have a cool nickname like yours.” 

As you both chuckled from your cheesy joke, you couldn’t help but shiver from the cold breeze you felt earlier. It reminded you of what you were doing there in the first place. You glanced behind him at the line and suddenly you thought of something. 

“How about I buy you some coffee?” You asked. “Its the least I could do since I plowed right into you.” 

Bucky curved his lips, and ran his hand through his long locks. “That’d be great.” He stepped to the side and motioned for you to lead the way. 

You could feel his stare though you were a few feet in front of him. It made your heart begin to race, something you haven’t felt in a while. 

Finally, you reached to the front of the line. The barista seemed exhausted, and a bit annoyed, but the moment her eyes laid on Bucky’s features, her whole demeanor changed. 

“Hi, what can I get tarted for you?” She asked with a flirtatious smile. 

“I’ll have a small white chocolate mocha please.” You decided to answer first, just so she knows you were there too. 

The barista didn’t give you the time of day, she just punched in your order, and returned her eyes to Bucky. “And for you sir?” She bit her lower lip. 

Bucky shifted in his stance, pushing his hair back as he looked over the menu behind her. He was obviously not paying attention to the poor girl, it was kind of entertaining to watch. 

“I’ll just have a cup of black coffee, nothing else.” He smiled. 

“Of course.” 

You gave the barista your card, and paid for the two beverages. 

“Thank you.” Bucky whispered, leaning closer to you. 

The barista handed your card back, along with your order. With one last glance, you smiled. “No problem.” You stated. “It was nice meeting you.” 

Before he had the chance to respond, you started walking toward the back. hoping to find a single seat. You were scanning around, looking from one side to the next, until suddenly a couple got up from the table in the very back by the window, and made there way out of the shop. 

“Sweet.” You mumbled to yourself. 

Walking over, your phone went off, startling you for a second. 

“Hello?” you breathed, placing your purse down onto the table as you took a seat. 

“Hi sweetheart, just wondering what the update is.” Your mother asked. 

You let out a soft sigh, looking out the fogged window. “Still the same. Looks like this storm is going nowhere.” 

“Are you serious? Have you tried another flight, or a cab?!” 

“Mom, seriously there’s nothing I can do. I can’t even go home if I wanted too.” 

She only but huffed, and you could imagine her roll her eyes as well. 

“You can’t miss Christmas. This is the only time we ever get to see you.” She exclaimed. 

“I know. I’ll try my best. Okay?” 

“Okay sweetheart.” There was a long pause and for a moment, you thought the line had disconnected. 

“Hello?” 

“There’s something I have to tell you.” Your mother said. “Your sister and Todd have decided to show up after all.” 

Your heart felt as if it had dropped to the pit of your stomach. Your mothers words played in your head over and over again. 

“I didn’t know they would-” 

“It’s fine.” You lied. “Look, I have to go. My phone is about to die and all the outlets are being used at the moment. I’ll call you when I leave.” 

You heard your mother sigh. “Okay, love you. Be safe.” 

“You too.” You ended the conversation abruptly and shoved the phone back into your purse. 

Every part of you felt heavy. As the thought of Todd began to make your stomach churn. After all this time, you had hoped not to hear that name again. But here it was. Bringing back all the painful memories you thought you erased. 

“Is this seat taken?” A familiar voice rang from behind you. 

Looking back, your lips curved into a smile. It was Bucky. The cute stranger from just a few minutes ago. 

“No, not at all.” 

Bucky smirked, and walked over to the seat across from you. As he plowed down, he placed his bag over his lap, and ran his fingers through his hair. Something he did quite frequently. 

“Thanks, all the seats are being used.” 

“Aw, and here I thought you were just stalking me.” You teased. 

Bucky belted out into laughter, his shoulders bounced up and down. “You caught me!” 

“So, where are you off too this Christmas?” You asked. “Let me guess, the Bahamas? Completely opposite from this crappy weather.” 

“I wish!” He exclaimed. “But I am actually returning back from visiting my Sister and niece. I was hoping to catch a cab but the storm decided otherwise.” 

“Why didn’t you stay for Christmas?” 

Bucky shrugged his shoulders, taking a quick sip of his black coffee. Immediately burning his lip. “My sister wanted to spend the holidays with our father and lets just say he and I don’t get along too well.” 

You glanced down at your hands, feeling like a prude for asking him too many questions. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-” 

“Its okay.” He cut you off. “What about you?” 

You decided to act on the sudden subject change and not ask anymore questions about his family. “Well, I am visiting my parents back home. It’s the only time we get to see each other really, so I try to make an effort to visit them. Though I wish I could skip out this year.” 

Bucky tilted his head, as he leaned back into his chair, lingering on every word that fell from your lips. 

“My sister and her boyfriend are going to be there, and I definitely don’t want to see them.” You exhaled. “Her boyfriend is my Ex.” 

“Oh.” Was all Bucky could say. He didn’t know how to react to something like that. The pain in your voice was so distinct, he could see just how much it hurt you. And though he wanted to know more, he didn’t want to force you into talking about anything you weren’t comfortable with. 

“But anyways, enough with the family drama.” You chuckled. “I noticed your drawings earlier. They’re really amazing.” 

He swallowed hard, clenching his jaw tightly as he held his gaze with yours. His drawings were something personal to him. Something he never shared with anyone because it was just a way to escape from reality. 

“Can I see them?” You asked. 

“Thanks, but they aren’t finished.” 

“Well from what I saw, I thought they were breathtaking.” 

He took another sip of his drink as well as you. The first sip felt so soothing as it went down. Definitely what you needed. 

Both you and Bucky talked for what seemed like forever. You learned a lot about him. From his favorite book, to the cute little childhood stories. You both shared so much about your lives, you were beginning to feel as if you had known the guy all your life. 

He made your stomach hurt from laughing, and your cheeks ache from smiling so much. But it was the best few hours you’ve had with a guy since Todd. 

“Okay, serious question.” Bucky muttered, pushing his hair back. 

“Uh oh! Here it goes.” You chuckled. 

“If your house was on fire and you had-” He paused and shrugged as he came up with a number. “And you had 60 seconds, what would you take?” 

You were taken aback, furrowing your brows as your locked your gaze with his. “What?” You breathed. 

“If your house was-” 

“Yeah, no. I heard you, I just-I don’t know. I never thought about it.” You whispered. 

Bucky opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by the loud sound of a woman’s voice speaking through the intercom. She was informing everyone that the storm had passed, and it was time to begin boarding passengers. 

You swung your legs and hopped out of the chair, and pulled your purse over your shoulder. “Man, i didn’t even get to enjoy my White Chocolate Mocha!” 

Bucky propped up on his feet as well, looking a bit bummed from the quick end to the conversation. “Guess thats you?” He asked. 

You nodded and forced a smile. “Yep. Off to spend some quality time with my awesome family.” 

“If your mom made that oh so amazing apple pie you talked so highly about, I’m sure it’ll be one hell of a trip.” He winked, making you snort with laughter. 

“Fingers crossed.” 

“It was nice to meet you, even if it were just a few hours.” He smiled. “I had a great time.” 

“Me too. I enjoyed hearing your crazy stories about You and your best friend-Steve right?” 

Bucky nodded, answering your question without a single word. 

“You guys are crazy.” You chuckled, reaching your hand out to him to shake.

This was it, you had to say goodbye to the stranger that somehow made you feel happy in such a short amount of time. Bucky reached for your hand, and pulled you into him. Giving you a gentle hug. He was warm, and so comfortable, you couldn’t help but feel safe in his arms. As if you were meant to be exactly right where you were. 

You barely knew one another, but somehow, you both felt such a strong connection. Like a pull you both couldn’t escape from. As he held you close to him, Bucky was trying to find the courage to kiss you. Every part of him feigned for that touch, since the moment you bump into him. He was so mesmerized by you, it was insane. But he was too late to make his move. 

Clearing your throat, you took a step back, pulling yourself away from him. Though a part of you didn’t want to leave. “Well I ought to be leaving. Don’t wanna miss my flight.” You said awkwardly.

“Yeah, of course.” Bucky smiled. 

“Goodbye, and good luck with everything.” 

You turned on your heels and made your way to the terminal. Leaving Bucky behind, with his thoughts running wild. He watched you until you faded into the crowd, until you were no longer visible. 

“Good job.” He mumbled to himself. 

Bucky reached for his belongings, until something caught his eye. And in that moment, as he reached for your phone that laid still on the table, a little pinch of hope sparked inside of him. Maybe this was fate giving him another chance? or maybe it was just coincidence. He wasn’t sure. But he knew one thing for sure, he wasn’t going to mess this up again. 

Without giving it a second thought, Bucky ran after you. 

2

The unsolved murders of the New Orleans AXEMAN and his letter from HELL

The Axeman of New Orleans is one of the scariest unsolved murder mysteries in history. From the spring of 1918 and the fall of 1919, the serial killer claimed 8 victims, though even more are speculated. 

While The Axeman of New Orleans’ identity is still unknown, it’s no mystery that they were a big fan of jazz music. A popular song was even named “The Axeman’s Jazz”. In fact, in a letter penned by the serial killer, a threat was posed to all New Orleans establishments that were not playing jazz.


Hell, March 13, 1919

Esteemed Mortal:

They have never caught me and they never will. They have never seen me, for I am invisible, even as the ether that surrounds your earth. I am not a human being, but a spirit and a demon from the hottest hell. I am what you Orleanians and your foolish police call the Axeman.

When I see fit, I shall come and claim other victims. I alone know whom they shall be. I shall leave no clue except my bloody axe, besmeared with blood and brains of he whom I have sent below to keep me company.

If you wish you may tell the police to be careful not to rile me. Of course, I am a reasonable spirit. I take no offense at the way they have conducted their investigations in the past. In fact, they have been so utterly stupid as to not only amuse me, but His Satanic Majesty, Francis Josef, etc. But tell them to beware. Let them not try to discover what I am, for it were better that they were never born than to incur the wrath of the Axeman. I don‘t think there is any need of such a warning, for I feel sure the police will always dodge me, as they have in the past. They are wise and know how to keep away from all harm.

Undoubtedly, you Orleanians think of me as a most horrible murderer, which I am, but I could be much worse if I wanted to. If I wished, I could pay a visit to your city every night. At will I could slay thousands of your best citizens, for I am in close relationship with the Angel of Death.

Now, to be exact, at 12:15 (earthly time) on next Tuesday night, I am going to pass over New Orleans. In my infinite mercy, I am going to make a little proposition to you people. Here it is:

I am very fond of jazz music, and I swear by all the devils in the nether regions that every person shall be spared in whose home a jazz band is in full swing at the time I have just mentioned. If everyone has a jazz band going, well, then, so much the better for you people. One thing is certain and that is that some of your people who do not jazz it on Tuesday night (if there be any) will get the axe.

Well, as I am cold and crave the warmth of my native Tartarus, and it is about time I leave your earthly home, I will cease my discourse. Hoping that thou wilt publish this, that it may go well with thee, I have been, am and will be the worst spirit that ever existed either in fact or realm of fancy.

The Axeman

The Axeman of New Orleans

It’s March 13th, which means it’s been 98 years since the night of the Axeman.

The Axeman of New Orleans was a serial killer that killed with, you guessed it… an Ax.  His victims numbered at 7 over the span of a year. The Axeman was not caught or identified, and his crime spree stopped as mysteriously as it had started. The murderer’s identity remains unknown to this day, although various possible identifications of varying plausibility have been proposed. On March 13, 1919, a letter purporting to be from the Axeman was published in newspapers saying that he would kill again at 15 minutes past midnight on the night of March 19, but would spare the occupants of any place where a jazz band was playing. That night all of New Orleans’ dance halls were filled to capacity, and professional and amateur bands played jazz at parties at hundreds of houses around town. There were no murders that night.

The Axeman’s Letter as it was posted in the Times Picayune:

Hell, March 13, 1919

Esteemed Mortal:

They have never caught me and they never will. They have never seen me, for I am invisible, even as the ether that surrounds your earth. I am not a human being, but a spirit and a demon from the hottest hell. I am what you Orleanians and your foolish police call the Axeman.

When I see fit, I shall come and claim other victims. I alone know whom they shall be. I shall leave no clue except my bloody axe, besmeared with blood and brains of he whom I have sent below to keep me company.

If you wish you may tell the police to be careful not to rile me. Of course, I am a reasonable spirit. I take no offense at the way they have conducted their investigations in the past. In fact, they have been so utterly stupid as to not only amuse me, but His Satanic Majesty, Francis Josef, etc. But tell them to beware. Let them not try to discover what I am, for it were better that they were never born than to incur the wrath of the Axeman. I don’t think there is any need of such a warning, for I feel sure the police will always dodge me, as they have in the past. They are wise and know how to keep away from all harm.

Undoubtedly, you Orleanians think of me as a most horrible murderer, which I am, but I could be much worse if I wanted to. If I wished, I could pay a visit to your city every night. At will I could slay thousands of your best citizens, for I am in close relationship with the Angel of Death.

Now, to be exact, at 12:15 (earthly time) on next Tuesday night, I am going to pass over New Orleans. In my infinite mercy, I am going to make a little proposition to you people. Here it is:

I am very fond of jazz music, and I swear by all the devils in the nether regions that every person shall be spared in whose home a jazz band is in full swing at the time I have just mentioned. If everyone has a jazz band going, well, then, so much the better for you people. One thing is certain and that is that some of your people who do not jazz it on Tuesday night (if there be any) will get the axe.

Well, as I am cold and crave the warmth of my native Tartarus, and it is about time I leave your earthly home, I will cease my discourse. Hoping that thou wilt publish this, that it may go well with thee, I have been, am and will be the worst spirit that ever existed either in fact or realm of fancy.

The Axeman