you can tell i rushed it

Better not soldier on

Could I just sort of mention, that Mycroft keeps telling Sherlock and John all along, that this - Eurus’ wicked tasks - are no game.

What is this? We can’t do this. Is this supposed to be a game?

Used to games and used to tricky cases however, Sherlock and John rush on. Obviously annoyed by Mycroft’s refusal to join in.

Sherlock: What do you make of it?

Mycroft: Am I being asked to proof my usefulness?

Sherlock: Yes, I should think you are.

Mycroft: I will not be manipulated like this.

Also, not only does Mycroft anticipate exactly what Eurus has in store for them, he also tries to warn them both.

Well done, Dr. Watson. How useful you are. Do you have a suspicion we’re being made to compete with each other?

Yet Sherlock and John are trying to pull through - as Soldiers. After all they have solved a great many tricky cases. But this one here: each single task should convince them, that they are not going to win. And they might remember for a moment that Eurus would have been perfectly happy with blowing all three of them up just about a day ago.

Nonetheless - nothing of this causes them any uncertainty. They. just. soldier. on.

Eventually the three of them reach the moment to realise that the out of control aircraft is now heading towards a city, and thereby promising to claim even more victims. Again it is Mycroft who points this out, trying to convince Sherlock and John that they need to help the girl steer the plane away from mainland to avoid further casualties.

Cruel as it might seem, Mycroft is right. And John’s reaction, his look and him backing away, are entirely infuriating (to me at least). Even now John and Sherlock think they might solve this case - this final problem.

So we find them, after Sherlock shattered Molly to pieces and still believing that he might be on the winning team, in the elimination game, when finally - FINALLY - Sherlock realizes that he will not win, as long as he plays along.

He decides to go against the rules, putting an end to the game and forcing Eurus’ hand - a hand they had to fear all the time anyway. There was no promise by her of any sort that any of them three was supposed to survive the day. 

So here it takes us to the controversial Chess Photo, that shows Sherlock’s revolt, throwing the pieces towards the observer - which might very likely be Eurus.

After rewatching the episode I find the picture quite misleading.

It was Mycroft who didn’t play by the rules all the while.

No idea what would have happened if Sherlock for once would have listened to what his brother said, instead of telling Mycroft to shut up again and again.

Maybe just sometimes Mycroft DOES know better.

Cause You're My Favorite Hue

All Parts: {x}

Part: 61/?

Pairing: Jamilton

Inspiration: this post and this song

Soundtrack: here (you can request more songs)

Summary: Black and white was all anyone saw until they touched their soulmate. For some people, color quickly rushed into their world and for others, all they ever saw was black and white. Two businessmen, who absolutely hated each other, managed to bump into each other on their way up to their office. Little did either know that their world would erupt in a staccato of color.

Warning: ED (I think that’s it but if there’s anything else, tell me)

Word Count: 3,558

Dedication: anyone who wants to be dedicated lol

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A/N: next chapter gets more dramatic with Mallory you’ll see. Fun fact: took a mental health day and slept nearly the whole time lol. ALSO i rewrote this like three times. You’re lucky I didn’t keep the one where I made Thomas cheat. Finally, FAT ISN’T A BAD WORD. Enjoy!

It was just a kiss, right? Nothing but a kiss. A one sided kiss, actually. But it was a kiss.

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passionate kisses with:

‹ nakamoto yuta 中本悠太 › 

Originally posted by yoon-to-the-oh

  • the sensual kisser
  • i see him as being the slow, sensual kisser
  • really taking his time to show you how good he can make you feel
  • kisses to him would almost always be slow and never rushed
  • anything skinship wise is his go to so he’d be an amazing kisser
  • yuta really seems like the type to actually feel kisses rather than just kiss someone
  • he would get so into it, using phrases such as “you intoxicate me” or “i can’t get enough of you” to really let you know how good you were making him feel
  • he’d be into praise and praising you against your lips, not shying away from telling you how beautiful you were or how much he loved kissing you like this
  • this guy would initiate the kiss, he’d stare into your eyes for what seemed like forever before leaning in 
  • i don’t think he’d waste his time starting off slow, rather he’d kiss you deep and passionately right away
  • his hands would play with the hem of your t-shirt and you’d gasp lightly every time you’d feel his cool fingers dance along your skin
  • hand around your waist and the other at the back of your neck to pull your face closer to his
  • he’d pull away only for a second to smile softly then press his gentle lips against yours again
  • wouldn’t tease you only because he really just wants to taste you, thats all
  • he’d want you to straddle him, hands running up and down your thighs
  • loves trailing his fingers down your arms
  • “i’m obsessed with you…so obsessed”
  • humming against your lips
  • butterfly kisses along your jaw
  • really stares into the depths of your eyes because damn, you’re so beautiful
  • overall make-out sessions with yuta will leave you dazed

you know when u talk about how ur ugly and how you’ve never been loved or how ur deprived of affection and a person that’s both conventionally attractive and has had no problem with being in relationships tells u not to rush things even though they don’t have that void in their life. yea i wish they’d cut that out bc anyways getting older and not really participating in anything romantically (not by choice) is very draining

@sapphicgeek: So, I want to tell you all what happened in the store today. It’s probably the single greatest moment I have ever experienced working here. After the usual Saturday rush, a teenage girl comes in. She looks absolutely terrified and when I greet her she jumped. She starts going up and down the new release wall and the poor thing looks completely overwhelmed. So, I make my way over to her and ask if I can help her find anything. She quietly admits that she was looking for Supergirl. We’re walking to the Super area when I ask if she watches the show. She smiles a bit and nods. Says Alex is her favorite. I mention that I’m a huge #Sanvers shipper and the poor thing just breaks down in tears. I’m trying to figure out what the hell I did to upset her. She’s crying and I’m freaking out. After a minute or so, everything clicks. I’m staring down a crying baby gay. One who was having some big issues. I tell her that it was hard for me when I wanted to come out too. She finally stops crying and asks me if it gets easier.  We sit at the coffee bar and talked for a while. She tells me that after seeing it all over Tumblr she binged SG. And when she got to Alex’s coming out arc was when things hit her. She tells me that she’s just wanted to kill herself for so long and that she had tried but just made herself sick. But as Alex’s arc continued she said she realized that she started to see that she could be happy, that she could be loved. She didn’t want to die anymore. For the first time, she didn’t want to die because she got to see Alex be amazing and be queer. She said she came to the store hoping to find something to get her through the hiatus, so she wouldn’t fall back in depression. She had no idea gay comic characters were a thing, but wanted to try. I tell her about Batwoman, Midnighter, and Renee Montoya. I pull out my starters which are Batwoman: Elegy, Midnighter, and Gotham Central. I also dug up a copy of the Adventures of Supergirl, just to get her through. She had enough cash for one and was torn on which to get. She decides on Batwoman and asks if I can hold the rest for a while.  I was having an internal crisis at that time, because this kid was me years ago. I was barely holding off my own tears. I ended up buying the other 3 for her and I make her promise me that in 10 years she’ll help another queer kid. So, I’m out 60 bucks and I cried in the bathroom for an hour but it was damn worth it. 
So, @TheCWSupergirl @SupergirlStaff @chy_leigh and @florianalima the work you do means so much to us. Thank you. So, so, much. 

x, x, x


Mana would definitely dress up as Santa during the Holiday Season. I want to draw Allen sitting on Mana’s (Santa Claus’s) lap, but for now have this cute comic of Allen meeting Santa. 

It feels like: Needles in your blood system hurting every cell in your body.

It feels like: Lungs craving for oxygen but you just can’t take a breathe.

It feels like: Your chest hurting with every single thought.

It feels like: Madness rushing all over your body.

It feels like: Every feeling crossing your mind.

It feels like: Thinking about the worst alternative.

It feels like: Convincing yourself that everything is gonna be okay.

It feels like: Trying to think of solution but you can’t find any.

It feels like: “Should I tell someone?”

It feels like: It’s 2 AM but you can’t close your eyes.

It feels like: I don’t want to talk to anyone anymore.

When I first met you I thought “Oh, this girl seems really cool. I wonder if we’re gonna become friends.”

When I first saw your eyes light up when we talked about things we both loved I thought “I really enjoy being around her.”

When I first hung out with you, just you and me, I thought “I never want this night to end. I want her to keep telling me her secrets, her regrets, her life stories.”

When I first held your hand, I felt a million jolts of electricity fill my veins. I thought “Don’t let go- not now, not ever.”

When I first held you in my arms, your breath feeling warm in contrast to the chill night air, I thought “This can’t be real. Is this a dream? Is this really happening?”

When I first kissed you, I felt such a rush of excitement, nervousness, and complete utter adornment towards you. I thought “I want to feel this girl’s lips on mine for the rest of my life, hers and no one else’s.”

When I first told you I loved you, I could see you smile because you knew I really meant it, and I thought “I want to make this girl smile every single day until the day I die.”

Now whenever I look you, I think “I’m in love with her and everything that she is.”

—  To my darling @colourlesskiss

This is the main reason why Jung Joon hyung is by far my favorite male lead in a kdrama. He is SO supportive of Bok joo in everything she does. Even if one of those things is liking his own brother. He encourages her and accepts her for who she is and admires her so much. Also he’s not afraid to tell her when she’s wrong and comfort her when she’s in need. I Love that its so Platonic right now obviously he has feelings for her but nothing is too rushed. I love that this drama isn’t only focusing on romance its shedding light on Joon hyungs trauma and bok joos insecurities as an athlete. I especially loved when Joon hyung and Bok joo had that talk about the pressure of being ranked a few episodes ago. Overall i love all the characters due to the fact that you can resonate and related to everything they’re going through. I know some people find Joon hyung annoying sometimes but honestly that’s reality not everyone is perfect and his attempt to make jokes and be playful is very age appropriate. I love him as a character! 💗


i had this in my drafts for like a week i think idk bc i wanted to edit/fix it but oH Well just take it [x]

bts reaction to you being southern


“ quit lolly-gagging around y’all and eat” you said

“ lolly-gagging. jagiya you are so southern”

Originally posted by taestylips


“ well bless your heart” you said to some girl trainee.

*After you leave*

“ stupid bitch” you said.

“ I had a feeling that didn’t mean what I thought it meant” jimin said

Originally posted by bwipsul


“if you don’t tell V to pull his britches up imma do it for him”

britches? what are those?”

“ yer pants”        ( FORGET THE CAPTION)

Originally posted by hobuing


* you and the boys were watching tv*

“ can you pass me the clicker?”

“ what the heck is a clicker?”

Originally posted by bwiseoks


*telling him a story of when you were hunting*

“ that deer decided to play possum” you say

“ Jagi what the heck does that mean”

Originally posted by jibeom


*rushing you out the house*

“ Jjagiya come on we are going to be late for the party”

“ will you please hold your horses and let me put my shoes on” you exclaim

“ what did you say?”

Originally posted by chimchams


some trainee at bighit was trying to flirt with me

“boy you are barking up the wrong tree and you’re fixin to get dropped” you said

“ My jagi can handle herself”

Originally posted by ihatebts

As a southerner myself I have said these words a number of times and I’m proud.

these are my favorite two shots from the dance. 

in this first one you can see viktor finally getting into it. before this, he was taking pictures over some dudes’ heads, but then so was everybody. he wasn’t really letting loose.


the super quiet skater from japan does this crazy one handed handstand and he runs over and takes a picture. based on the angle, it might just be of his abs. he’s so delighted you can tell he’s rushed over to get the shot and he got it.

also yurio is a ridiculous dancer. but i digress.

then we have a scene reminiscent of one on the ice where viktor’s teaching yuuri about eros. (hah.)

where viktor is framed in-between yuuri’s legs

also he is raising his fist to the sky in pure ecstasy. 

i know they’re all dancing seductively later, but this seems to be the point where viktor was like, fuck yeah, i love what is happening right now and lets loose in a way he might not have for a very, very long time. 


Somebody is gonna make my boys REALLY happy next week  *squeeeee*

You can tell their joy is completely genuine from their expressions alone :

Donggu looks like he’s having a massive sugar-rush. Taehyun is reaching a never-seen-before level of giddiness. Defconn’s eyes are popping out of their socket. Junho’s smile is so wide you can see all his teeth.

And would you just look at Jongmin’s face!! Pure love!

I’m just so thankfull to the 1N2D crew and members for never giving up on Joonyoung and showing everlasting loyalty.

1N2D is ♡

‘Because how could we be friends when I want us to be so much more? When I think about your lips on mine every damn moment, when I can’t concentrate on my work when you’re around and I want to kiss and kill you at the same time? When I’m standing in front of your door at night, ready to tell you everything, to ask for forgiveness but don’t have the courage to knock? How could we be friends, Lewis, when you are so much more to me?’
His breath was coming in short intakes now and he could hear his blood rushing through his veins, he could feel his heart tattooing cries of desperation against his ribs and Lewis’ eyes on him.’
—  // excerpt from a story


(currently at theater, whoo hoo!!)

Casting reasoning:

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Breathe easy

(A/N): That moment when writing this you have forgotten to take your asthma medicine

Request: Hi, maybe you could write where the reader has asthma and she forgets her inhaler on the quinjet and she needs it really badly and she has to stop fighting and Bucky is with her and he tries to help her? :D thank you x

Warnings: none really

Originally posted by strictly-bucky

   This morning Tony had rushed everyone out of the door, telling them that “we have an important mission today! So everyone get off your asses and get to work!” So now here you all were, all assembled together (albeit tiredly and begrudgingly) at 4 in the morning. 

   Tony beamed at everyone, showcasing his pearly whites. 

    “Show a little spirit you guys!” Tony yells, causing every single one of you to flinch. Beside you you can heart Steve mutter,

    “I’m Captain America, I’m the embodiment of spirit,” you smile tiredly at Steve before redirecting your attention to Tony who was already rambling on about the mission. You yawn softly, attempting to hide it behind your hand. 

   "You look really cute when you yawn,“ Bucky whispers from behind you as he wraps his arms around your waist and places his face in the crook of your neck. You smile fondly as you reach back and pat Bucky’s cheek only to have him turn his head and press a kiss to your wrist. "Hey-” Bucky begins, perking up quite suddenly. “Did you-" 

    "Hey,” Tony points a finger to the two of you, glaring at you playfully. “You two love birds break it up, we’ve got a mission to do,” Bucky seemingly forgets his question as he pulls away, no doubt smiling that cute dorky smile. Tony smiles in approval before continuing on with his speech. Bucky slides back up beside you, itching to be as close to you as possible. 

   “You’re gonna get us in trouble Barnes,” You warn softly, looking back to Tony who was now pointing out exactly what needed to be done and how to do it. “I don’t feel like getting my ass chewed out by Tony at 4 in the morning,” Bucky smiles sleepily as he pushes back up against you, resting his head on your shoulder as he hums softly. 

   “I’m still supposed to be in bed, not on some emergency mission during the dark hours of the morning,” You smile softly as you reach over and run your fingers through Bucky’s hair, relishing in the soft hums of contentment that you pulled from his lips. Bucky nuzzles a bit closer, like a dog begging to be touched. 

   “Bucky I swear to god If you don’t stop interrupting me with your relationship shit I may punch you in the face,” Tony’s tone is ‘annoyed’ but the small smile grazing his lips betrayed the tone. Bucky reluctantly pulls away, grumbling something about, ‘I’m too tired for Tony,’ You chuckle softly, turning back to give Tony your full, undivided attention. 

   “Sorry Tony,” You flash him a smile, “I’m listening,” Tony sighs and rolls his eyes before turning back to direct everyone once again. You can’t help but chuckle softly when you hear him murmur the words, 

   “God, It’s like I’m teaching a bunch of teenagers,”

   The team had gotten out on the battlefield with no difficulty, it was the sudden onslaught of enemies that was hard. Maybe even…harder than usual? Maybe it was all in your head but something about this fight seemed harder than the other ones. You felt far more lethargic, your movements were sloppier, and your lungs were burning something fierce. It burned to breathe in and when you did it was in short, shallow breaths. Something most definitely wasn’t right here but you simply dismissed it as being a little tired from the lack of sleep the last few days. As you continued fighting the burning only got worse and your breaths were starting to get even shallower. It was even getting to the point you could barely breathe at all. It was then it hit you: you’d forgotten to take your inhaler and it was in the quinjet some many miles away. 

  Your eyes widen in surprise as your hand rises to your throat, small little gasps fell from your lips as you attempted to breathe in and out but it was nearly impossible due to your now inflamed throat. Around you the fight continues but you can’t fight right now, not when you could barely find it in you to stand straight. You know you’re not going to get out of this alive, might as well die in peace right? 

   You drop to the floor and scoot away from the battle, all the while wheezing while you do so. You find a solitary group of trees and stop there, nearly collapsing onto your stomach as you do so. Your left there wheezing, gasping for air as you writhe on the ground in pain. 

   You’re so out of it that you don’t realize the sounds of battle have ceased, you don’t realize people are calling for you, damn near screaming for you. It wasn’t until someone had placed their hand on your shoulder that you realize you’re not entirely gone, not yet. The hand on your shoulder is warm and strong and you’d recognize that touch anywhere. It was Bucky. 

   “(Y/N)?” Bucky’s voice is damn near frantic and you’re suddenly being pulled upright, being forced to stare at his face. One hand is running all over your body, checking you for wounds while the other cups the back of your neck, keeping your head straight. “(Y/N), what’s wrong? Can you tell me what’s wrong?” You grasp at your throat and wheeze softly, hoping he got the idea. 

   Bucky’s eyes search yours for a minute before his eyes widen and he mutters a string of curses under his breath. 

   “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god-” He swears as he stares at you for a moment, almost in a shocked like haze. “D-did you leave it at home? W-Where is it?” You weakly point behind you, wheezing softly as you manage to get the word ‘jet’ to fall from your lips. “T-The Quinjet? Y-You left it on the quinjet?” You nod meekly and then with a speed you couldn’t comprehend Bucky has lifted you up, keeping you secured against him. “This may be a little bumpy,” Bucky warns. Before you can even begin to comprehend what that meant Bucky had taken off, running fast enough that maybe…just maybe the two of you would get there on time. 

   You hadn’t realized you had passed out until you were suddenly waking up to harsh lights above you and a stinging pain in your chest. You wince as you squint your eyes against the harsh light, groggily bringing one hand up to cover them. There’s a rustle beside you and suddenly there’s a warm hand steadying your shoulders. 

   “(Y/N)?” The voice is shaky and so broken that if you hadn’t known any better you wouldn’t have been able to guess who it was. “(Y/N), you awake?” You groan in response, nodding your head. There’s a shaky sigh and suddenly you’re being pulled into someone’s lap. A pair of warm arms wrap around you and an equally warm face nuzzle into your neck, breathing in deeply. The touch slowly began to feel familiar and it takes you only a few moments to realize that it was Bucky holding you so close. His lips are pressed to your neck in an almost open mouthed kiss and you can feel how shaky his breathing is. 

  “I-I thought,” Bucky swallows and nuzzles into your neck a little more. “I thought I was too late, I thought you weren’t gonna wake up,” Dots suddenly begin to connect in your mind and you realize what had just happened. You had forgotten to take your inhaler and of course you had an attack, had it not been for Bucky who knew what could have happened. Your heart aches a bit as you realize Bucky nearly just saw you die, he was the one to carry your weak, failing body and he was the one who had to bring you back to life (in a sense). 

   “Buck-” You’re voice is much hoarser than intended and it burns to do even state his name, but you press on, determined to reassure him that you’re fine. “I’m okay, I’m okay now,” Bucky sighs once again, his chest heaving against yours. 

   “But- But you weren’t. (Y/N), you were there in my arms, I could feel how hard it was for you to breathe, I-I felt the way you were wheezing and gasping an-and-” You silence Bucky as you place a gentle kiss to his forehead, albeit with slow and heavy movements. You let your lips linger, too tired to move away just yet. That and you were sure Bucky needed this, needed to feel that connection to you. 

   “I am now Bucky, I’m okay because of you,” Your lips move against his forehead with every word but neither of you mind, in fact you both relish in the intimate feeling this brought. 

   “Wh-what if I hadn’t been there though, what if-” 

   “Too many What if’s Buck, you can’t focus on them. All that matters is that I’m fine and you’re fine too, we’re both okay, right?” Bucky hesitates a moment, truly contemplating if he was okay after all of that. After those few moments Bucky nods, finally sure in his answer. 

   “Y-Yeah, we’re okay,” 

You call it angry,
I call it scratching at myself until my skin tears. Lava boiling inside of me, like I’m about to snap any moment. Like I don’t have control over myself and I just want to hurt something. I call it shaky hands. I call it grinding my teeth together. Punching my thighs until they are covered in bruises. I call it screaming until my throat bleeds.

You call it sad,
I call it laying in my bed for two days, unable to eat. Crying until my eyes are swollen shut. Accepting the fact I am disgusting, worthless, unlovable. I call it taking ativan until I am so numb I forget I want to kill myself. I call it unable to talk, sleep, unable to function.

You call it happy,
I call it madly in love. Like I’m floating above everything. Nothing can hurt anymore. I call it giggling nonstop. Telling people I’m better now. Bragging about how flawless I am. I call it a rush of pure fulfilment.

You call them emotions,
I call them drowning. Because nothing is ever in between. I’m all or nothing. I don’t know any middles. Everything I feel is so strong it could knock me off my feet. I call it going from suicidal to content in an hour. I call it fucking exhausting.

—  Living with borderline personality