#first ever attempt

[meowdei]

Pjws is my trauma weapon bc back when we had 2 fate points on weapon banner I got it twice on alhaitham’s first banner 🥲 and he was the first character I ever pulled on weapons banner for bc I loved him so bad I needed his weapon

[treetreader]

we makin mulled apple cider today 🍎🍊🍐😋

[draw-me-now]

I,m now with the walking test, just the legs, aaaand... I think I failed -_- It goes up and down for no reason lol

[ticklefighthockey]

okay NOBODY IS ALLOWED TO MAKE FUN OF ME bc i am LEARNING!!!!! but here is a short video moodboard kinda thing for my 1960s drag fic. 

[sehuns-babygorilla]

hunhan moodboard 🌙✨

[sheafanficaddict]

Sherlock AU headcannon

So we've seen John break down really bad with Reichenbach but I've always wondered how Sherlock would react if he well and truly thought John was dying and/or was dead after a case gone wrong. Like they've managed to corner the criminals in a warehouse or something but the criminals outnumber them 5:2, all of them pointing guns at Sherlock and John. Sherlock then begins his diatribe of how this showdown was going to happen in order to stall and give the Yard time to arrive and provide much needed backup. However once Lestrade shows up Sherlock's perfect plan derails as one of the younger criminals accidently fires a shot. The Yard then opens fire and puts the five out of commission. Sherlock then begins to go on to Lestrade how he solved the case etc, but when he turns to tell John something he realizes that something is wrong but he's having trouble processing what it could possibly be. John having been facing away from Sherlock turns just enough that Sherlock can see the stream of blood that's run down John's shirt from hitting John in (enter vital area that bleeds a lot) and John's face is incredibly pale, color rapidly draining from his face as Sherlock rasps, "John...?". And then time seems to catch up as John tips backwards towards Sherlock and Sherlock rushes forewards to catch him as he yells, "John!" Sherlock catches John just before he hits the floor and cradles John's head in his lap. Sherlock quickly unwraps his scarf and presses it against the wound before looking up at Lestrade and Sally and yelling," Well don't hust bloody stand there! Call an ambulance! Quickly you moronic imbeciles!" his voice cracked,pained and angry. As Sally moved away phone at her ear, Sherlock leaned down and gently rapped his knuckles against John's cheek, "John, come on John you've got to stay with me now. Don't... (voice sticks) Don't go to sleep you've been shot and you're bleeding a lot." John eyes blink sluggishly and the corner of his lips quirk up in a small smirk as he focuses on John's face. Sherlock launces into a meaningless rant, anything he can think about in order to keep John awake and focused on him. Sally comes back over and lets them know the ambulance is on the way and should be there in 10 minutes. Sherlock eyes widen a fraction, and he feels as though something had reached into his chest and had wrapped ice cold fingers around his heart. He wasn't sure John had that long. "John you've just got to hold on for a little bit longer. Just...just keep focusing on my voice anx keep your eyes open ok?" Sherlock curled himself around John and cradled John's face in his hands as he talked about how not knowing the Solar system had not hindered his ability to work in the world at all as they anxiously awaited the ambulance. The mood lightened a bit when the ambulance's siren could be heard coming closer when Sherlock let out a soul-wrenching scream. "JOHN!! NO NO NO NO JOHN! You've got to hold on John, the ambulance is nearly here." Just as the ambulance pulled in, John's eyes slipped close. All sound seem to stop and strange ringing began as he watched the paramedics pry John from him and load him onto a stretcher. Then as John was being loaded into the ambulance, everything seemed to rush back in and Sherlock realizing he might not see John alive again gave one last scream before collasping and sobbing while curled in a ball on the floor. "JOHN!!" As the ambulanve pulled away, Sherlock felt someone's hands trying to pull him up and when he realized it was Lestrade, Sherlock just listlessly did as directed. "Come on mate, up you get." Lestrade pulled Sherlock from the ground and wrapped an arm around his shoulder as he directed Sherlock over to his patrol car. "Do you have everything under control here, Sergeant Donovan?" Lestrade asked as his approached the car. At her nod, he gently loaded Sherlock into the car and drove him to the hospital where John had been taking and was fighting for his life.

[fuckingcunt--blog]

Struggling to walk. Good feelings.

[amberauroras]

Lookie what I made! :D