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Ways I am exactly like Maria Reynolds

• half-dressed
• apologetic
• a mess
• looks pathetic

How Dan and Phil probably broke up #21
  • Dan: I wanna top

Felicity is an angel, she’s a great actress, an adorable human being. Sometimes when things got tough, it was amazing to know that she was there to give you a hug and say “come on, we can do this”. We made a team, a family.

elennemigo  asked:

I keep having this image in my head: Sherlock entering into 221b and finding Molly sleeping in his couch or arriving at Baker st in a rainy day and finding Molly outside all soaked and in both cases he's very choked up by the scene. Molly first line: «I need your help.» If you can do something with this, great! If you don't, it's ok too. Thanks!! 😙

Well it only toook me 2 tries to get this written, seeing as I lost lots of it the first time lol! (Seriously, never write the fic in the answer. TOO RISKY!) Anyway, hope you like where I went with this. I flip flopped about all different kinds of things Molly could be going to Sherlock for, but ended up settling on this one. Enjoy! :D


The moment he approached his door, he knew very well that someone was in his flat. His guard was up as he swung the door open, but as soon as his eyes fell on the surprise guest, his shoulders relaxed and gaze softened.

Molly.

She sat up from where she was reclined on the couch, sniffing and looking a bit red eyed. She’d been…crying?

“Molly, what is it?” Sherlock questioned, crossing the room to sit on his coffee table in front of her.

“Sherlock, I-” Her voice broke a little. “I need your help.”

His voice dropped low, an instant determination in his tone. “Anything.”

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hello!! you probably know my blog if you’re tagged and you probably also have no idea what my name is or what i’m about so here: i’m bee, i’m a brown muslim girl who grew up in dubai but my parents are indian, also i’m pretty gay

so i’ve been on tumbler.org for about four or five years, and left, but i came back in early summer 2016 after i read throam. i didn’t really do anything with it besides make shitposts and ramble about my life which is why i was so surprised when i found out im getting closer to 1k, and i decided to do this thing (that literally no one asked for now that im at one thousand followers wtf??)

anyway here’s a little thank you to every single mutual that has tried and failed to be proper friends with me and still stuck around even though i couldn’t really be friends with any of them bc my offline social handicap decided to follow me here as well, and to every mutual who’s been so incredibly nice to me, and every mutual who i see in my notifs and every other blog that doesn’t follow me back but has inspired me to keep this up (keep what up lmao) alright im gonna stop rambling

fav blogs are bolded <3 (i’m sorry for annoying your notifs lmao this is probably a one time thing don’t worry)(also think of this like a blog rec since i maybe only really talk to four or five of these but all of these blogs are 10/10)(also there’s A LOT of blogs because i follow like 4000 people wtf how did that happen lmao this is gonna look messy idk how to tunmgler)

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If there was a boy and a girl… and they were in love with each other, really, properly in love, and they could prove it, then they would be given a few years together, before they began their donations.

Raw Meat

Theodore Not x Luna Lovegood headcanons

I’ve been missing my darlings, so here’s something I’ve been using as the base of a fanfic I’m working on…

  • Theodore has a favorite spot by the lake where he enjoys reading
  • In her fourth year, Luna is constantly exploring the castle grounds
  • As a new prefect Theodore finds her in various odd places, never really paying attention to what she’s doing before telling her to stop 
  • Just before the weather becomes frigid, Theodore finds the lithe blonde in his favorite reading spot
  • His complaints die in his throat as he sees what is in her hands and all around her
  • “Is… Is that raw meat?” 
  • Luna looks up, surprised to no longer be alone. “Oh, yes.” 
  • Her eyes are bright, and Theodore notices she doesn’t have  a cloak despite the nip in the air
  • There’s a moment’s silence in which Luna continues to gather the raw meat together in a small pile
  • After blinking a few time, Theodore clears his throat, his book forgotten 
  • “Erm… Where exactly did you get raw meat?” He takes a step towards her. “And why do you have it?” 
  • Luna doesn’t look up from her work as she answers, “Oh, the elves in the kitchens are always kind enough to lend me anything I request. They really are darling creatures. Under appreciated by most, I would say.” 
  • The meat makes a glop sound as she tosses another hunk onto the pile
  • Recovering from his initial shock, Theodore looks closer at the girl in front of him
  • “You’re that Ravenclaw girl who’s been snooping around the castle.” 
  • Luna’s hands pause, a chunk of red slumping in her palm. “Snooping… Can one snoop in the place they live? I suppose they could, and the castle is quite large. I suppose, yes.” She tosses the lump of meat onto the pile, a smile in her voice. “I have been ‘snooping’.” 
  • Theodore presses his lips together. This girl was odd, but not in an off putting way. In fact, he felt himself intrigued, curious even, about her. It was rare Theodore was genuinely curious about someone. He wasn’t quite sure how to handle the situation. 
  • In front of him, Luna had gathered all of her meat into a medium sized pile and was lifting it into her arms
  • Theodore had never noticed before her quaint features
  • She had a small nose and beautiful wide eyes;
  • Her pale hair was flecked with pine needles Theodore supposed were from the garlands around the castle
  • After a moment he shook himself 
  • “Exactly why were you gathering meat from the ground?” 
  • Luna’s swept the area, checking for any missed lumps of red 
  • “Oh, some rather unkind third years found it amusing to use it as quaffles.” She shrugged, and moved to walk away
  • Theodore startled, quickly following her. “Yes, but why do you have hunks of raw meat?” 
  • Luna froze, turning to him properly for the first time. 
  • “For the thestrals of course.” 

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"Will you stay with me anyways?" + Aruani

Armin froze in his tracks. Her shaky hand had an iron tight grip on his wrist, enough to crack it if he twisted away. Not that he was planning to. Armin found himself, instead, silent and listening to the girl behind the prison bars. A girl he’d known so well, so intimately not too long ago. 

“Please…” Annie’s voice was hesitant. Her usual monotone gave way to something more unsure, almost fragile. “I’m not asking for forgiveness, Armin. Believe me, I know I don’t deserve it.”

He stared at the stone dungeon ground, brows furrowing. Armin could feel the lump in his throat as her voice sang in his ears.

“…You’re not being fair.” He mumbled, his once balled up fist going limp as she loosened her grip on his arm. In spite of himself, a snicker passed his lips. “I guess I should expect that from you.”

Her hand slipped from his wrist, moving down to grab his hand. With little reluctance, he turned around to meet her eyes for the first time in what felt like an eternity. 

Annie’s eyes had always had a certain pull to them. They were sharp, icy, yet so clear and captivating. In someone so typically aloof, he could see so much of her mind in them alone. And he’d missed them terribly when she was gone.

“Just…stay with me. For a little while. To talk.”

“I could get in trouble.”

“You’d have left by now if you cared about that.”

The faintest of smiles pulled at her lips. With the warmth of her hand in his, he could swear they were back in training. Two kids with no clue what they were doing, trying day after day to figure each other out. Long talks on the way back from a training exercise, that would eventually give into passionate nights in the stables.

The memory alone was enough to throw off his train of thought.  

Alright, he thought. There’s no reason to be so nervous.

Slowly, he sat down in front of her cell. Annie followed his action, accompanied by the jarring clanking over her chains. They sat face to face, separated only by the barred door keeping her away.

“What do you want to talk about?” He asked, hugging his knees against his chest. Annie shrugged, and again mimicked his actions.

“Anything.” She pushed stray blonde hair behind her ear. Armin observed her reserved body language, and how little it had changed since the last time he’d seen her. “You always had this strange ability to keep me interested. I think I could use a catch up, as well, don’t you think?” 

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Les Myths: Bonus Jehanparnasse Moodboard for @just-french-me-up

Lost in Hell, —Persephone, 

Take their head upon your knee;

Say to them, “My dear, my dear, 

It is not so dreadful here.

-Edna St. Vincent Millay

breathandsurvive  asked:

Do you often hang out with other members from Port Mafia?

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