so apparently my art has been reposted?? and i’m telling you it’s not a good feeling…
why.. why would people even do this?? can’t they empathize with the artists and think how it must feel to steal all their hard work away and just.. do this??
well apparently not. where do they even find this if not from the source???
and don’t even give me the excuse that artists should feel “flattered” because no. this is NOT a form of flattery. reblogging from the source and adding cute tags that is a form of flattery. this just makes me feel upset and there is that feeling of regret in sharing my work.
well i guess it’s time to put in that huge watermark then because i really don’t want this to happen again.
*pacing the flat, rocking his son; yawning* Alright...alright, you win! You can come with me on my cases.
*making coffee; scoffs* I don't think so.
*desperate* It's been an hour, Hamish *sighs* Fine, I'll buy you a car, you can play with John's gun...I'll even give you the entirety of Mycroft's liquor cabinet if you let Mummy and Daddy sleep.
*chuckles* I'd prefer for you to take him on your adventures *places his coffee on the table*
*rests Hamish on his shoulder; smirks* I knew you'd come around.
*relieved* Oh, thank God. Don't move...I'll get some blankets *hurries to the bedroom*
*rolls his eyes; to the baby* Thanks, son.
*returns wiht the blankets and baby monitor; sets them on the sofa* Be careful. Don't wake him up!
*gently lowers to the sofa; sighs* Oh, I'll be fine, don't worry about me. Excessive time spent sleeping on the sofa, not to mention supporting our tiny human-
*kisses his forehead* I'll massage you in the morning. Fair?
*ruffles his hair* Happy Anniversary, handsome.
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“People are forever disappointing us and I think,” she whispers as she wraps her arms around her body and shivers despite the warm temperature, “it’s because we expect too much.”
“Because maybe you want them to be Autumn jumpers and hot chocolate at Christmas but all they really can be is the smell of suncream and sand in your shoes and walks on the beach that end when summer does.”
“Maybe you want them to be the one you bring home to dinner but all they really can be is broken, whispered promises on your pillowcase and a tangle of bedsheets and messy emotions.”
“Maybe you want him to be your prince but all he really can be is a knight in shining armour that saves the damsel from throwing herself from the roof of her tower but then rides off into the sunset alone without a second glance over his shoulder when he realises she needs to be saved more than once.”
“Maybe you want them to be more, but they can’t be more and they never will be more and the sooner you realise this the sooner you’ll abandon your expectations and it’ll stop hurting quite so much when people aren’t what you want them to be.”
If you expect nothing from anybody you’ll never be disappointed, 17/07/2015
I really love your de-aging fic. I am loving young Lenny, bit I can't wait to see what Cold thinks of all this. You did say that in later chapters he'd be his older self?
Yep! He’ll definitely be reverting to his older self. I’d tell you exactly when, but it’s a bit of a spoiler, although the narrative structure of stories will mean that a lot of you’ll divine when it’s gonna happen as it approaches ;)
I’m sitting here listening to you on the other end of the phone and I can’t help but hate everything that comes out of your mouth. Everything you tell me or have ever told me is all a lie. I don’t know why I still put up with you. I guess it’s because all I ever wanted from you was to love me as much as I did you but you couldn’t even stop thinking about that other girl long enough to even consider me.
You’re laughing at a joke while I’m silently crying wanting to scream // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #15
For the past week I've been listing to depressing music while thinking Jackson-Holt/Frankie getting married, having kids and all that couple stuff while Jackson-Holt age while Frankie forever has the face of a young woman who can't really die anddddd, yeah...
Imagine a little scruffy sick louis with red nose and glossy eyes laying on the couch all wrapped in Harry’s white and pink blanket and whining because his nose is stuffed and he can’t breathe.
But then Harry comes from the kitchen holding a spoon of cough syrup hoping to not drop it because we all know the way harry walks and tries to give it to louis and louis hates cough syrup but drinks it anyway because it will make Harry happy. ‘Thank you’ Harry would say and place a kiss on Louis’ forehead before lifting him still wrapped in the blanket and carrying him to their bed, covering him with even more blankets and Louis stays quiet, watching as Harry brings him a cup of his favourite lemon tea and sits next to him staring at his still glossy but also still beautifully blue eyes, whispering calming words.
And at the end, Louis would take two or three sips of tea and then quietly fall asleep on Harry’s hand that is so big and just perfect for Louis to rest his left cheek on.
(( delicatelouisx 🎀 ))