John passes for normal so easily. He looks right and decent. If Sherlock had any decency in him, he would leave John alone. He would excise this part of him like a cancer; parcel it away to somewhere where it wouldn’t taint anything, anymore. He would cut out the tumor of desire before it metastasized, before his need ate up every cell of his being… He looks at John the way a spark must look at dry, crisp kindling, while the kindling begs to be set aflame ~ ♡
Because when I was 13 years old, I was sent home for my tank top straps being a little too thin, but a boy could wear a Cool Story babe, Go Make Me A Sandwich shirt and not be looked at twice.
Because when I was 17 and I told a guy “No” and the next day the word tease was painted on my locker.
Because when I was 18 and just wanted to be friends, I was a bitch.
Because I feel the need to say “I have a boyfriend” instead of “No” because guys respect other men more than they would ever respect me.
Because society screams “don’t get raped” instead of “don’t rape”
Because I am scared to walk alone at 10 PM
Because being beautiful is the most important thing I’ll ever do.
Because when I wear my favorite skirt “I’m asking for it”
Because the song Blurred Lines exists
Because no means no no matter how you fucking spin it
Because a girl was drugged and raped with a beer bottle, and the boys who did it are out on bail.
Because I owe you nothing
Because pepper spray is a gift I receive yearly.
Because I am asked if I have a boyfriend more than I am asked about my mental health
Because my clothes say more about my consent then my mouth does.
Because the wage gap exists
Because “not all men are like that” is said way too often
Because I feel the need to say “I’m not a feminist but…”
Because I’m writing this fucking piece
Monster Under The Bed
I know. I’m a freak for liking this. Pfft
That was actually really hot
I really thought this was gonna be Krista x Ymir
Client: I threw out that black pen, it was out of ink.
Me: What black pen?
Client: The one that was lying on your tablet.
Me: You threw out my $150 Wacom pen?
Client: I tried writing with it and it didn’t work. It must’ve been out of ink.
this almost made me cry
this is simultaenously the best and worst submission i’ve ever seen from Clients from Hell.
I feel ill
Y’all didn’t think I wouldn’t draw stripper cop!Rin AUs now did you? And with fic like this floating around, who am I to say no?? The boots really should’ve tipped you off Makoto.
John, did I do it wrong?
Did he do it fucking wrong? Ugh just kill me with a rusty spoon, and rip my eyes out. HE THOUGHT HE DID IT FUCKING WRONG!? FUCK!
I’m sobbing even today from that scene
There might be a day when I don’t reblog this scene, but that day isn’t today.
He just up and reads a love letter. Out loud. In front ot everyone. AND HE HAS NO IDEA
Reblogging again because: YES. THIS.
(Also reblogging again because it’s, like, my fave.)
It just breaks my damned heart how he automatically turns to John. John is his barometer for how he should behave, his conduit for understanding the world.
God, he’s gut-wrenching.
these two can never, ever be apart. Never