#but honestly who knows

[writingwife-83]

Ok so @mizjoely just posted a teaser and now that made me want to post one lol. Im working on this (I think) one shot for sherlolly based on this post and partly thanks to the nudge that @therealbucky05 gave me when seeing my reblog. 😉 I don’t have a title yet, but I can say it’s set in the Victorian era. Here’s what I have…

Sherlock strolled down the lane, whistling as he loosened his necktie. He promised himself for the hundredth time that one day soon he’d make his way to London and be done with the countryside and the quiet luncheons with his parents and the peaceful towns with not a thing for anyone to complain about besides how the vegetable garden was coming in or the exorbitant prices at the general store. Nothing out of the ordinary. In other words, boring.

As he rounded a corner in the lane, a figure caught his eye sitting on a rock by the pond.

Molly Hooper.

Sherlock almost turned on his heels and went another way. He and Molly may have grown up together, but they weren’t always on the best of terms. If he were honest, it was mostly because nobody else seemed to hold him accountable in the way that she did. It was rather infuriating. She always seemed unmoved by how much he was showing off or how impressed everyone else was at his brilliance. She refused to put up with the behavior that others had simply come to expect…and yet she was also maddeningly kind to him in the process.

Sometimes he found himself avoiding her because he preferred to forgo the possibility that she’d see right through him and dissect the thoughts and feelings he was doing a quite heroic job of ignoring. That included the nagging discomfort he’d begun to feel in her presence a few years before. They weren’t children anymore, and there was something about that which troubled him, though he couldn’t say exactly what.

There was a very particular reason why Sherlock stopped himself from taking another path on that sunny afternoon, and that was because in addition seeing her sitting there, he heard something.

Molly was crying.

Stay tuned for more hopefully soon! 👀

[anthrofreshtodeath]

Back at work tomorrow after a month off - let’s see what dumpster fires await 😂

[minimoefoe]

Millie Gibson getting her hair cut to basically look like S2 Rose but modernised is so 🙃

[someone--stupid]

here is a little sneak peek of chapter two of ‘an extremely uncomplicated situation’

(and here’s chapter one if you haven’t read it yet)

(for reference, they are watching this scene from notting hill (if you’ve seen the movie, you probably know what scene i’m talking about))

Chloe leaned over to whisper in Beca’s ear. “This is my favorite part.”

“Then maybe you should be quiet so I can actually hear.” Beca’s tone may have led someone else to believe that she was irritated, but Chloe caught her small, almost imperceptible smile.

Chloe scooted close enough to Beca that their shoulders were forced to touch and caught her bottom lip between her teeth as William began to speak on the screen.

“The thing is, with you… I'm in real danger. I-It seems like a perfect situation—apart from that foul temper of yours—but my relatively inexperienced heart would, I fear, not recover, if I was once again cast aside, as I would absolutely expect to be. Uh, there are just too many pictures of you. Too many films. You’d go and I’d be, uh, well buggered, basically.”

“That really is a real no, isn't it?” Anna said with a sad smile.

Chloe tightened her grip on Beca’s arm.

“I live in Notting Hill. You live in Beverly Hills,” Chloe watched William explain to Anna. “Everyone in the world knows who you are. My mother has trouble remembering my name.”

Chloe squeezed again and Beca’s arm shifted underneath her. She didn’t think much of the action until she felt Beca’s hand brush her thigh.

And stay there.

That action itself wasn’t a very scandalous one. Most likely, Beca had only moved her hand as a subtle cue to Chloe that she was holding on too tight, but it was enough to make Chloe feel like she couldn’t breathe.

Her head moved to the side towards Beca, and when she turned to face her, she found herself already being looked at.

“Fine.” Chloe could still hear the TV in the background. “Fine.” She could probably recite this scene from memory with how many times she’s seen it. “Good decision.” But for the first time, Chloe wasn’t watching the screen in front of her. “Good decision.” Chloe was only looking at one thing.

One person.

She was only looking at Beca.

Beca, who was looking right back at her with an expression Chloe couldn’t place.

Beca, whose gaze seemed to be drifting down Chloe’s face and towards her lips.

It had been a month of not talking about the kiss. A month in which Chloe was left wondering if that moment they shared in their hall closet meant as much to Beca as it did to her.

It had been a month, and Chloe finally had her confirmation.

Right at that very moment, Beca was thinking about kissing her.

And Chloe wanted nothing more than to kiss her back.

On the TV that Chloe was busy ignoring, Anna continued her talking to William. “The fame thing isn’t really real, you know.” And right in front of her, Beca’s lips parted as she took a deep breath and her fingers gripped Chloe’s thigh. “And don’t forget,” Chloe felt herself leaning in. She couldn’t help it. Not when Beca was looking at her like that. “I’m also just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her.”

[chelseafcwmemes]

You know it's unrealistic, that P is ready until then.

Maybe but also a girl can dream and make dumb memes about it. But also who knows

[feluka]

oh god shut up. you didn't even know the damn kid.

"The children are always ours, every single one of them, all over the globe, and I am beginning to suspect that whoever is incapable of recognizing this may be incapable of morality." — James Baldwin

[noperopesaredope]

I wish we had more female characters like Eleanor Shellstrop. One of the most unlikable people you've ever met. Read a Buzzfeed article on most rude things you can do on a daily basis and decided to use that as a list of goals. Makes everyone's day worse just by being there. Dropped a margarita mix on the ground and tried to pick it up, only to get hit by a row of shopping carts which pushed her into the road where she was hit by a boner pill delivery truck, killing her instantly. Cannot keep a romantic partner despite being bisexual. Had a terrible childhood but will die before she gets therapy. Best employee at a scam company. Just the worst but also can't help but root for her to improve.

Absolute loser. Girl-failure. Bad at almost everything. Literally perfect female character.

[mickittotheman]

Hey! How about I & R for the fanfic writers ask?

Heyyy!!!

I: How many fandoms have you written in?  Do you have a favorite?

Other than Shameless I've written fics for two other fandoms: Supernatural (destiel) and Captain America (stucky)

Right now shameless is my favorite of course! I did genuinely love the stucky fandom a lot though, but between endgame (don't get me started smh) and some general stuff going on in my life I fell out of it

R: Which writers (fanfic or otherwise) do you consider the biggest influence on you and your writing?

Ooooh this is a good one.

I remember reading Blade by Tim Bowler as a kid and being Shook lol. I managed to find an excerpt. I don't think the full series was out, I read up to the second or third one I think? And then when the fourth/fifth ones came out I checked for them at the library for YEARS but the library never got them and tiny me was Devastated.

Also I'll have to say that Tahereh Mafi's style of writing in Shatter Me had high-school Mechy in a chokehold lol. She did this thing where words would be crossed put or

Written

Like

This.

And it made me loose my little tiny mind.

Also various poets of course, such as Edgar Allan Poe (edgy adolescent mechy strikes again), Robert Brault and of course Richard Siken.

Fanfic wise I honestly probably SO many authors but the one that sticks out the most is probably owlet, who wrote the Infinite Coffee and Protection Detail series.

[theonlythingimfuckingisstupid]

have written two fics and am really proud of the one i just finished. its almost 1100 words and i had no idea. took me like an hour lol

[bananonbinary]

jfc i just saw a "morally grey girlboss" poll and mabel pines was one of the contenders. she's not morally grey she's not a girlboss she's 12 and never makes a single moral decision that's worse than "you have stuff going on but i'm focused on my own problems" what are you fucking talking about

[heatherfield]

Look what's been lost in my inbox since February 3. Whoops.

[nenayaquisieras]

Simon has always been confused on why you gift him toys. Sure, most of the gifts you gave him were some of the things he liked. Bourbon, masks, gloves, make up for him to smudge his eyes with, some daggers and knives. Things that we're useful for him, just him. But later, you gifted him a toy airplane. He makes a comment about it, saying he is not a child anymore and you were better off giving it to Johnny instead.

"No, this is specifically for you, take it."

When he gets to him room, he walks toward his trash can, opening it with the tip of his boot. He gives one more look at the toy, his mood souring before throwing it into the trash. He goes on about his day, training, signing paper work, drills. Doing anything to ignore the pain stinging memories that the toy brought back. Emotions that were buried thousands of feet deep it could reach hell itself. Later, he lies awake in bed, staring at the ceiling, avoiding looking at the cylinder shape that's calling for him in his peripheral.

Fuck.

He pulls the covers off vigorously and stomps over to the trash can. He is standing over it like he's trying to intimidate it, as if it was an enemy he's trying to get rid of in battle. To anyone else, the scene would look comical.

He sighs to himself and reaches down to take out the toy he so cruelly threw away. He sets it on his desk and quickly walks toward his bed, facing away from his desk.

The next day, he wakes up feeling different. He swears he sees his room more vibrant, more lively. That energy follows him through out the day, having his other teammates notice his rather bright mood.

You catch him in the hallway. Pulling him aside to ask him about the paper work you left at his desk this morning. Of course, he notices the way you smile brightly, more so than usual. But he notices that you're not looking at him. More like looking at something next to him.

"What's got you so cheery?"

You turn to look up at him, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"I just..." You take a quick glance at the spot next to him, before bringing your eyes back upon his.

"I just hope you liked your gift." The same bright smile appearing on your face.

He stares at you, examining your words. Your expression.

You think you see his eyes crinkle a bit.

"Yea,"

"I liked it."

[duckytree]

big brother part 7

[alexahasaguardianangel]

:P

[chelseafcwmemes]

So there's still hope she's in England,i mean probably not, 2 weeks in Manchester seriously is wasting time xd

Yeah, lord knows where she could be. Though i agree with other anon, i could see her at the final but maybe not before that

[candycoated-rage]

Pearlbot: GOD I cant wait to SAVE my girlfriend from this “SIDE ORDER” and KISS HER!!!!!!

atch: god I wish that were me

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