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An old and homely grandmother accidentally summons a demon. She mistakes him for her gothic-phase teenage grandson and takes care of him. The demon decides to stay at his new home.

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you have been visited by the seven magic dragon balls your biggest wish will be granted but only if you reblog

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Coming into a fandom late

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now here's a 'trying to sing' meme

we’ve discussed it a lot, so here a (presumably)singing meme

drop a number in my ask and i’ll try to perform (with or without help of instruments available to me) a song (or a part of it)

the last song I listened to

the last song I downloaded

a song from an artist I saw lately

a song from my favourite artist

an ‘about me’ song

a song that reminds me of [character]

a song that reminds me of [ship]

a song for [situation]

a song for [emotion]

a song I’ll get when I hit “shuffle” in my itunes

let’s make it fun for all of us,

and don’t have much expectations.

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SUPER DUPER IMPORTANT!!!!!!

GUYS! GUYS! GUYS! This is SUPER important. I know this isn’t Narnia content, but WHO CARES! THIS IS TO IMPORTANT TO IGNORE! BE KIND! So many people are rude these days. Many of the time people aren’t even trying to be rude. But they are. Like they are in such a rush, that they don’t say thank you. Or they don’t hold doors open for people. Or smile at strangers. These little acts of kindness can make a big impact. Also, don’t be sarcastic. At least not mean sarcastic. Don’t make fun of people. And even if you are a nice and polite person, there’s ALWAYS something more you can do. Help out at a homeless shelter. Take a stray cat to the vet. Donate money to important causes. Give people compliments. Send them nice messages or texts. Help someone carry there groceries to their car. If someone is sad, ask them if they need help! JUST! BE! KIND! Fight for causes you believe in! Now guys, don’t get me wrong and think I’m criticizing you. I need to be a lot kinder too. Also, don’t think I’m saying be more polite, cause polite’s good, but not good enough. We’re talking KIND! We want to make someone HAPPY! Please reblog. People need to be kinder and happier. It could make someones day if you are kind.

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Masterlist

Sherlock Holmes

I Love You

I Hate Christmas 

Wedding Bells I Hate Christmas Part 2

Valentine’s Day Challenge: Day 1

Valentine’s Day Challenge: Day 2

Jonh Watson

N/A but feel free to send in some requests!

Mycroft Holmes

N/A but feel free to send in some requests!

Greg Lestrade

N/A but feel free to send in some requests!

Jim Moriarty

N/A but feel free to send in some requests!

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Oh, Mom, I forgot to mention. I invited Jughead over for breakfast.

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The problem of the insidious toaster

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People do not change how they respond in crisis

Our reactions to crisis are based on several things. How we were taught to handle crisis by parents\carers before we reached the age of 7 [1-7 is the crucial time of personality formation] how easily we can adapt new tools as we mature and realise we need better skills, training on over-riding our natural impulses, and unfortunately, by trial and error. Shock at a love one dying due to trauma, such as a suicide off a roof top or a gunshot wound to the chest, is an event that results in a person going into crisis. 

John handles crisis by going into care giver mode, he is trained to remain calm, yet he has panic and shock setting in. He valiantly fights but if the situation is hopeless he collapses into his emotions. Look at these two scenarios:

John still tries to take Sherlock’s pulse and check for signs of life, even though his medical knowledge tell him that Sherlock could not survive the fall.

He then caves in on himself and allows shock and horror to engulf him. Silence is his default mode of coping. 

In HLV John has signs of life to work with, thus we get this:

Taking charge of the scene.

Now Mary had signs of life. She was having a fucking conversation for God’s Sake. Anyone in her state, even if the medical team think it is hopeless begin life saving measures. It’s a trained response. They don’t assess the wound’s boundaries and give up. They fight for life. John’s reactions should have been along the lines of how he handled Sherlock’s shooting in HLV. If he had found Mary dead, then you could argue he would have reacted as he did in TRF. [He didn’t have same connection to Mary as he does to Sherlock, so I would argue that he wouldn’t react as devastated, but that’s my own opinion] In the aquarium death scene, John does not react typically. His reaction is to calm Mary, reassure her, and wait for death to take her. Then he summons up all his grief, turns it into anger and spews it all out in Sherlock’s direction. An atypical reaction in crisis. Something is off here. It’s either Sherlock’s version of what occurred, or John is in on Mary’s fake death.

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hi! I have a lil request: it's kinda sherlock x reader but she's dating mycroft and its very sweet and nice but sherlock just doesn't seem to like her much even tho she does like him. One day the reader gets ill or something bad happens that gets John and Mary to visit her along Sherlock and she says this really nice things to Sherlock and he kinda feels bad and apologizes before it's too late and stays with Mycroft because he is really sad and wow i made myself cry.. thank you so muchh!!

Yes, yes, yes! This is a really cute/sad idea but it’s also amazing at the same time. I will get it done as soon as possible but right now I’m working on the Valentine’s Day Challenges, so it will be up sometime after Valentine’s Day. Thanks for your patience.

-Elliot 

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Sherlock being cute as f…

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100 Followers!!

Ok, ok. This is happening. This is not a drill. I have reached 100 followers. I am so thankful to all of you guys, please keep on being amazing. You guys are the lights of my life! Thanks for being you! <3

-Elliot

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Valentine’s Day Challenge: Day 2 - Sherlock x (y/n)

Prompt: “Why would you want to celebrate a holiday created specifically to boost sales in the greeting cards and candy industries?”

“…Because I love you?”

Tagging: @everymythicalcreature and @prettyxlittlexwriter. Tell me if you want to be tagged!

Word Count: 1277

Warnings: Fluff? Is that even a warning?

You were walking along a pier, passing the time and enjoying the quiet, silent night. It was still and peaceful and- Riiinnnggg. You groaned and dug your hand into your pocket to retrieve your phone. “Yes?!” You said, irritated that someone was ruining your peaceful walk.

“(y/n), you’ll never guess what. I’ve just had a breakthrough in the case and I need you to come over right now.”

“Yeah? Well, Sherlock you’ll never guess what but my quiet evening was just ruined. I’m not coming.” You said angrily.

“What? Why? I had a breakthrough. You need to help me.” He said, almost whining like a child.

“I don’t need to help anyone. If you wanted my help you should have phrased your words better.”

“What do you mean?” He said, sounding quite confused.

“You said, I had a breakthrough. Not we had a breakthrough. There’s a difference. In all honesty Sherlock, you better be off solving this one on your own. I’ll do nothing but distract you.”

“You don’t distract me.” He said stubbornly.

“Well I’m not coming. End of conversation.” You said quickly, ending the call and shoving the phone back into your pocket. You walked along to the end of the pier and gradually and slowly made your way back to the other side. You got into your car and drove back to your flat.

Sherlock’s POV

“John, what do I do?” She refused to come over.” Sherlock whispered nervously.

“Why are we whispering?” John whispered back.

Sherlock looked around his living room. The ground was covered in rose petals. The tables were clean and the couch was removed. He had set out a dinner for two with only the candlelight lighting up the table. “John this whole operation was a mess.” Sherlock groaned, frustrated at his failure.

“No it wasn’t. Before she gets home we could move this whole operation to her flat.” John suggested.

Sherlock pondered on this for a moment. “Let’s do it. I can’t have her think that nobody loves her on Valentine’s Day. Then I will have missed the perfect opportunity to ask her out.”

“Good, now pick up all the rose petals and take the candles and I’ll bring the food to the car. It’s takeout so we can just heat it up when we get there.” John said.

“What if she gets there first?” Sherlock asked.

“Then just do everything I taught you. Except minus the surprise part.” John said, taking the food and packing it away.

Time Skip – Your Flat

(y/n)’s POV

You sighed in content, leaning your head against the back of your car. You’d get out at any moment now but you were just taking a quiet moment to yourself. You hardly noticed two dark shadows, one tall and one short, creeping up to your doorstep. You stepped out of your car. John turned around and caught sight of you.

“Jesus. It’s (y/n). Hurry up.” He whispered to Sherlock. You turned around and screamed. Sherlock turned around too. “Surprise!” He yelled.

“Bloody hell, I thought you two were robbers.” You said, breathing heavily, putting your hand on your chest to still your racing heart. “Sherlock, what did you mean by surprise?”

Sherlock was about to open his mouth when John whispered, “She doesn’t know yet. Don’t give it away just yet. Take the things and set up, I’ll stall her.” John pushed the food behind his back into Sherlock’s arms. Sherlock said nothing, just turned around, pushed open the door, and raced up the stairs of your flat. John chased after him, locking the door behind him.

“Hey! You two can’t just lock me out of my own flat. Unlock this door right now!” You said, pounding on the door. Inside the flat John and Sherlock were making a mess. John pushed aside the furniture and Sherlock spread the petals everywhere. They both pulled over a table and set the food down. Sherlock lit the candles and set them gently on the table. Sherlock sighed in relief. “I’ll get her.” He told John. “Just go escape outside the window or something.” Sherlock pushed John towards the nearest window. “Quick she mustn’t see you here.”

“She’s already seen me here and I haven’t got what I want yet.” He said giving Sherlock a pointed look.

“Right. Thank you for your tremendous help John.” He said adding extra emphasis.

“Right, good. I’ll be off then.” John slid out of the window and disappeared into the night.

Sherlock turned around and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. “I can do this.” He told himself quietly. He walked over to your door and swung it open. Unfortunately, you were in the middle of a desperate attempt to open your door and was currently charging right at the door. Instead of the door however you crashed right into Sherlock’s arms. Despite his desperate attempts at steadying you, you both fell, crashing onto the ground, you still in Sherlock’s embrace. You were on top of him, him smiling up at you with a fond gaze. You blushed profusely. “What?” you asked him.

“Nothing.” He responded.

I’m sorry.” You said, pushing yourself up and offering him a hand, which he took gratefully. As soon as he grasped your hand you pulled with all your might. Still despite your best efforts Sherlock’s weight still pulled you back down. You came crashing onto him again. You both smiled at each other. Soon enough you both burst into laughter. Laughter soon took over your entire being and you laughed uncontrollably. Sherlock took this opportunity to flip you over so that he was on top, hovering over you. He slowly leaned down to kiss you. You quickened the act by leaning up to meet his lips. You both fueled this kiss with passion and love so deep and so understanding. As you both pulled apart, gasping for air, you both smiled. “You, Sherlock Holmes, will we the end of me.” You said breathlessly, with a wide smile.

“And you the same for me, (y/n).” Sherlock replied. He stood up and took ahold of your hand, pulling you up effortlessly. You pecked his cheek, momentarily shocking him, before you dashed up the stairs and burst into your flat. Sherlock ran after you. He immediately stopped at the top of the stairs. You stood by the door shocked and, in all honesty, pleasantly surprised. “Surprise?” Sherlock offered.

You whirled around and flung yourself into Sherlock’s arms. This time he caught you and balanced the both of you out. You looked up at him. “Did you do all of this for me?” You asked, tears almost forming themselves in your eyes.

He nodded quickly, unable to answer. “Happy Valentine’s Day. D-do you like it?” He asked nervously.

“Yes, yes I do Sherlock. I have a question though. Why would you want to celebrate a holiday created specifically to boost sales in the greeting cards and candy industries?” You said. “Is this the real reason you wanted me to go to 221B? You didn’t have a breakthrough did you?” You said, smiling knowingly.

“…Because I love you? I can’t have two reasons for wanting you over?” He responded with a cocky smile. You laughed. He took your hand and lead you into the candlelit room. He carefully sat you down on one side of the table. He then took his seat on the other side. You smiled. “I lied, you know?” Sherlock said suddenly.

“What?” you said, tilting your head to the side.

“You do distract me.” Sherlock replied confidently.

“How so?” you said with a grin making its way onto your features.

“By being you.” He said simply.

The End

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Valentine’s Day Challenge: Day 1 - Sherlock x (y/n)

Prompt: You shouldn’t have to spend Valentine’s Day alone.

A/N: Hope this makes up for the lack of updates and the delay for the update to I Hate Christmas! Thanks for letting me join in on this cool event even though I’m a little late to the party @prettyxlittlexwriter. Cookies if you can guess who your *mysterious* friend is. Set before Sherlock met John.

Word Count: 1189.

Warnings: none. 

“Shit.” You cursed. “Shit, shit, shit.” You were currently sitting on your bed flipping through your calendar.

“Are you okay?” Your friend asked from the other side of the phone.

“I’m so sorry Clara. I can’t make it that day I’m busy.”

“Oh.” Your friend said from the other side, sounding quite dejected.

“I’m so very terribly sorry but we’re going to have to cancel our yearly Valentine’s brunch.”

“Yeah.” Your friend said, sighing. “It’s just, I mean, we always have the brunch on Valentine’s Day because we were always single but now that I have a girlfriend…” she said trailing off at the end. “We tried to reschedule it but it doesn’t seem like it’s working. You’re always busy on the days that I’m free and you’re always free on the days that I’m busy.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry.” You apologized again.

“It’s not your fault, I know your partner Sherlock can be quite the handful.” You friend said from the other side, stifling a laugh.

You smiled, “Oh Clara, you always know what to say to make me smile. How’s Harry?”

“Oh… Harry and I had a bit of a domestic. We’re not doing well in the moment.”

“Oh Clara, I’m so sorry. I hope you two patch things up soon.” You said.

“Thank you for the kind words (y/n). I have to go now. See you later.”

“Bye.” You said quietly. You ended the phone call and look around your room. You sighed. Because of your job as a consulting detective’s assistant you hardly had any time to yourself, always running and dashing about solving crimes every day. When you finally had some time to yourself, you couldn’t spend it with your friends. Now, you were happy for Clara and you’d expected her girlfriend to take her out on the most romantic holiday ever, but you at least hoped she’d make some time for you. It turns out she didn’t like you as much as you thought. While you were thinking about this, it didn’t occur to you the real reason why you were so mad. You were not really mad at Clara; you were mad at Sherlock. He hadn’t given you a day off in months and of course when he finally did it had to be on Valentine’s Day. The jerk. Granted he had given you the whole week off but still… the jerk probably only gave you the day off because he didn’t want people to mistaken you as a couple on Valentine’s Day. You sighed a heavy sigh. You really weren’t likeable at all were you? Clara didn’t like you, Mycroft didn’t like you (granted Mycroft didn’t like anyone), and most certainly Sherlock didn’t like you. Not in a friendly way nor in a romantic way. Although he never really thought of anyone that way. Still, it was impossible for you to be liked. You weren’t pretty or smart or anything of the sort that would set you apart from the crowd. How in the world would Sherlock notice you? Hell, the first time you met him, he didn’t even know you were there at the crime scene until you accidently almost made him trip. He probably wouldn’t even have noticed you even if you were right in his line of sight. He wouldn’t even have noticed you if you guys hadn’t been introduced by your good friend Mike Stamford. He wouldn’t have noticed because you were nobody. You were just another face in the crowd. Another victim to be saved. And to Sherlock Holmes you thought you just weren’t worth saving.

Time Skip – Valentine’s Day

You yawned, sleepiness and drowsiness washed away with that one yawn. You swung your legs over the bed and stood stretching your arms up in the air. You shuffled quietly out of your bedroom and went straight to the kitchen. You hummed while making some tea. “Good, you’re finally awake.” A deep voice said startling you.

You dropped the kettle on the stove, burning your hand. You hissed in pain and rushed to run cold water over your burn. “Bloody hell, Sherlock. You scared the crap out of me.” You said.

“I’m sorry?” he said, raising an eyebrow. “Are you okay?” He said cautiously.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.” You said carefully applying cream to your burn. “What are you doing here?” You asked.

“I, well, I just-” He said pausing to recollect his thoughts. “I didn’t want you to be alone, especially on Valentine’s Day. I mean, what I meant to say was-” He said stopping again to think about his next words. “You shouldn’t have to spend Valentine’s Day alone.”

“How did you know I’d be alone?” You said shooting him a quizzical look.

“I just assumed that-” he started before he was interrupted by you.

“You assumed that since I didn’t have a boyfriend or a girlfriend that I’d be spending this holiday alone?” You said, anger rising in your tone.

“Well, no I-” He said trying to start again before you interrupted him.

“No Sherlock, this time you listen. I’m spending this holiday alone because of you. My friend canceled on me because my work schedule is so hectic. I don’t have a boyfriend or a girlfriend. Do you want to know why?! Because you never give me enough time to look for one. My last day off was 6 months ago! That’s half a year! Tell me, why do you hate me so much?” You said, your anger finally exploding out.

“I don’t hate you.” he said cautiously. “I keep you around me all the time because I don’t want you to meet anyone else. I don’t give you day offs that often because I love the company you give me. Your friend, now that one was on me.” He said, looking down shamefully.

“Wha- What do you mean?”

“I like you (y/n). That day at the crime scene I didn’t want to notice you because I didn’t want you to notice me. The tall, dark, brooding, imbecile of a man. I was blind. I thought I knew everything. I didn’t know love. I didn’t know what it felt like until you touched me. Until you allowed me to deduce you without a fight. Until you kissed me.”

“I never kiss-” You said before Sherlock interrupted you this time, by smashing his lips onto yours in a passionate display of love. Your eyes widened in surprise. You gasped in surprise and Sherlock took this opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. For a person who had never felt love he certainly was good at showing how much he loved. You pulled apart and smiled at each other. He winked at you.

“Seriously Sherlock though.” You said stifling a laugh. “What did you mean my friend canceling on me was on you?”

“I mean I told her to cancel on you so that I could have more time with you.” He said simply.

“You jerk!” You yelled at him, hitting his arm.

He only smiled. “At least you actually have a boyfriend now.” He said cheekily.

You smiled in response and winked back.

The End

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Aaaaw❤