my name's elis / dimes ! idm any other nicknames:) I LOVE ALL NICKNAMES GIVE ME AS MANY AS YOU WANT
this is a simple spam account where i just.. spam anything i really like :3 i made this so i dont flood my main acc, @twoandahalfdimes ! keep in mind i loooove spam reblogging...
my profile picture is blue for Afghanistan women. Free Afghanistan women from actual oppression, Palestine, Syria, Congo, ect.
for any questions/art requests, do refer to my main instead of this one! also read my strawpage before doing anything:P
i like blue, stars, Simon Riley, and arctic monkeys! im in a ton of fandoms too, so just don't sigh when i reblog too many of one :3
i do yumeship/self-ship and my f/o(s) are simon ghost riley (semi-sharing) , hiromi higuruma (sharing), and gaz garrick (sharing)! dont let that stop you from interacting! i love new friends :)
MY TWILIGHT SPARKLE !!!! >>> @francheskaar1
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friends userbox by @trinketcollectingcrow ! sherlock userbox by @trinketcollectingcrow ! "i love ghost" gif by @lovelettersfrome ! SFAWTDE userbox. rest are from pinterest.
I think about mean!Simon not wanting you to leave his place after staying at his place for too so long.
He’s very good at playing house with you, from cooking dinner and you washing dishes, hours spent in his arms and laughing at his corny jokes, trying your best to kick him out the bathroom while you go to the bathroom or do your hair. Your little conversations to yourself as he passes the room you might be in, finding you blasting music and going through photos. Whisky brown eyes glued to your thighs in his shirt that you’re wearing. The man likes the fact that he can come home to you, let you talk his head off or vice versa. Slugger, his dog, is more than happy to have two parents rather than one.
So when it’s time for you to go home— why is that even a thought that crossed you mind?
Simons mid bite of his sandwich when his ears catch the ‘thud’ of one of your duffle bags full of clothes is dropinh to the door.
His eyebrows are knitted together when he sees you coming down the stairs with another duffle, “Tho’ y’were jokin about leavin kitty.”
You bite back a smile, cheeks growing warm, “I can’t stay here forever Si, I gotta wash my clothes!”
“‘Ve got a washer ‘nd dryer.”
“I can’t wear the same clothes for ever! My closet is calling me.”
“Shops callin us then, yeah? Can get ya new clothes.”
You giggle through a groan, “Simon!” 
The rugged man is already pulling you by the waist and into his chest, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. He can’t say it, won’t say the words ‘don’t go’ or ‘I’ll miss you’ formally. But it bleeds through everything so blatantly, you can’t help but let out a chuckle. Rubbing his broad and scared back. Your fingers glide through his blonde locks of hair, scratching his scalp. “Why’re you bein cute, huh? so big ‘n bein cute.“
It’s got his heart pounding so loud, he lets out an incoherent grumble, as to quiet his own heart. Such a baffling yet peculiar feeling that the man has only groan more and more fond of with each passing day with you. Before you can even realize it, you’re being thrown over Simons shoulder that makes you yelp out. Slapping at his back to put you down, which he does, on the couch, not hesitating to lay atop of you and inhale your scent.
“You’re bein a fucking brat Simon, come on!” You giggle, it’s exactly how you ended up staying another week. Simon lifting you off your feet and taking back to bed because, ‘it’s too late to drive at night’ when it was only 6pm, and then in the morning, ‘it’s rainin too much’ when it was only drizzling.
Today’s no different, now, sandwiched between his chest and and the couch, head resting on his bicep. Letting him wrap his strong arms around you, so easily leaning into the soft touch of his calloused fingers at the back of your nape, your eyes closing.
“Is this how you usually treat the other girls around you?” You tease ever so lightly, not even expecting an answer.
He gruffly answers, distinct, “Why would I want anyone else ‘ere but you?”
And oh, how that alone shouldnt make your stomach flip like that, shouldn’t make you hide your face in his chest to hide a silly smile, wanting to run into an open field laughing.
“This is your answer then,” he hums, soft pink lips pressing to your temple, “you’ll stay.”
“That doesn’t sound like a question.” You say, another kiss falling to the apple of your cheek, your nose, your other cheek.
“ ‘S not.”
You hold onto him tighter, letting out a soft giggle between his kisses, “Agh, then I don’t know, got shit to do—“
“—Don’t be a bloody pain kitten, just stay.”
You feign contemplation for a moment, making the brute of a man fucking pout. Nuzzling his face into between the crook of your neck.
“…One more night couldn’t hurt, I guess.”
One more night, my ass. Simon thinks.
How about ‘move in.’
a/n: I could stare at your back allll dayyyyyyy, I could stare at your baAAack all DAAAAAAAYYYYYY
BEHOLD!! the Young Sherlock character biscuit chart
me and my wonderful friends in the young sherlock fandom gc discord server have compiled together our interpretations of what classic british biscuit would represent each character in the hit amazon prime series “Young Sherlock” (an exquisite way to spend our time i know)
look upon our helpful little diagram thoughtfully supplied by @sherlocknerd221b
and in case you are not a biscuit connoisseur as i am myself , here is a list detailing our findings
james - ginger nut
sherlock - custard cream
mycroft - glorified digestive
cordelia - lemon butter biscuit with powdered sugar
