#its blah

[sugajimin]

yoongi ♡ run bts special episode ♡ next top genius pt.2

[nairobiwonders]

“Hey, Joan, you need to sign these reimbursement forms your partner filled out for you,” Marcus but the papers down in front of her. “Plus, you might want to correct them. Holmes, here, got your name wrong.” He raised a judgmental eyebrow in Sherlock’s direction. 

Joan scanned the documents. “No, they’re right,” she nodded at Marcus and started to sign.

“But, he put you down as Joan Holmes-Watson? See, right there.” Captain Bell pointed at the printed name. 

“Marcus, I do not make mistakes.” Sherlock piped in. “If you had taken the time to properly observe, you would have noted my forms are signed ‘Sherlock Holmes-Watson.’ 

“Wait, what?” Marcus squinted at Holmes and then looked to Watson for confirmation. 

“We only use the name for legal documents.” She smiled up at him and handed him her stack of forms and stood. 

With an “hmm, I told you so” look at him, Sherlock followed Watson out of the Captain’s office.

A confused Marcus followed, “Wait, Wait up ... you guys married?”

[daggeredandforgotten]

Louis Bojovnik

I’m Louis Bojovnik. I was born in Germany, I know about that much about myself. Well, about myself before I became this.

The vampire came in the middle of the night but at least the fucker didn’t leave Louis to turn on his own. The vampire had even held him and comforted him as the venom tore through him and ripped him apart.

Louis kept mostly to himself. he made one exception, the only other person who seemed to hate this life as much as he did. The rest were drained and scared. They would never stand up to the conclave. They were cowards. Louis found the only other warrior in the group, even if he was dirty stealth fighter.

Louis wanted to face his opponent as he took his life with brute force. Alexander poisoned you as he shook your hand. They were the perfect team and they hated their sire as much as he seemed to love them. They formulated a plan. When the wolves had tried a revolt, they had been slaughtered. Louis and Alexander wouldn’t give that chance.

The day came and Louis met up with Alex in the hallway. They had both been invited to their sire’s room before dinner, which they had also been invited to. Or, at least, Louis thought they had been.

Louis drew near and Alex stood smoothly. You never knew when Alex had you. He could walk away and you wouldn’t even know they were dead. Alexander gave him the courtesy of realizing the dagger was in his chest just below his heart, just before Alex whispered something to him. He still didn’t know what it was. he didn’t have time to register it.

He tought he had died. He couldn’t move, but he soon realized he could think and dream. He didn’t sleep much, awake behind his eyelids unable to make a move, his body pretty much dead. His mind was anything but.

Everything grew louder as he “slept”. Everything around him got busier. Technology and language and architecture all changed. He wished he could be up there, could be part of the change. Why had he been doomed to this?

He was woken up and thrown into the blinding light and deafening surround sound. His savior was gone by the time he came to his senses. How did he withstand the sun? How was he in the light? He lifted his arms, squinting to check for burns. All he found was a new ring. New clothes too.

Everything had been hard to adjust to but he managed. America was easy enough to sneak into with a little compulsion here and there and a few stolen cars. Figuring out where his ”friend” had gone . The whispers of his whereabouts all led to a small coven in Colorado. Exactly where the conclave had gone.

[jazeth]

coffee is gross don't even lie

[archangel-dimmock]

Out of the Drift || underneathfineincisions

It had only been a week since Ryan Dimmock had lost his co-pilot, his adopted sister Toby Gregson, to a Kaiju attack. Ryan, better known as either Ry or Raz, was still in the infirmary due to his extensive injuries. His constant staring at the walls was starting to worry a lot of people, noticeably the Marshal and one Doctor Anthony Gregson, Ry’s adopted brother and best friend.

Anthony was a scientist who had two doctorates, one in Applied Physics and the other in Mechanical Engineering. He was in charge of rebuilding Ry’s jaeger, the Archangel, and he wanted his friend to get better but he had no skills in psychology whatsoever. He pleaded with the brass to give Ry a chance to recover from the physical and mental damage he received from the attack and losing Toby while still connected in the Drift.

During this, Ry would just stare at the walls. He was aware of his surroundings but he no longer cared. It seemed like nothing could get him out of this waking comatose state.

[thistooshallpass1225]

Why is today so boringg?

And plus its hot Blahhhhh ugh

[its--ok--to--shine]

But my skin never lightened from the marks you left My lips never dried from the kisses I gave you And my heart never healed from the way you could never love me

[king-of-dallyn]

Self Para. [Shaking.]

With all things taken into consideration, Dallyn King is a very happy person.

A bit of a twat, but entirely happy. When the world turns and everyone has a bad day? He tilts his head up, and makes it a good one. When someone close to him confirms their friendship gone? Well, at least Doctor Who isn't canceled!

So, when Dallyn can't help but start weaving the string of memories that'll end up choking him, he knows he'll have a way to easily get out. It starts with the simple idea of his mom. Evelyn King. A beautiful woman, in all due respect. But, not so great of a mom. Not a bad one, really. Just, not the best. He remembers her, though. He remembers her small hands and her tiny waist. He remembers the screaming between his parents, and he most importantly remembers when the family she once made was destroyed.

At the time, Dallyn was emotionless. Apathetic to the situation in it's entirety. No matter how hard he attempted to feel anything towards his family splitting, he simply couldn't. The tears never came, and the hurt never was felt. Everything was okay. Dallyn laid his head back on his pillow, staring up at the ceiling. Sometimes, things felt too okay. He contemplated therapy for awhile, actually. At one point, after a decently bad breakup, Dallyn actually wondered if something was deeply wrong with him. Could someone be too okay? Could there be a starting-line to cross when things started to feel and started to hurt? Was Dallyn running on the wrong track field completely?

Dallyn closed his eyes, and he couldn't stop the burning. He blinked a few times, but he could feel the water building up, and his eyesight getting more and more blurred.  He was crying. Dallyn was crying. It was a shock, at first. 

The idea of Dallyn's little life adding up to nothing more than a few 'okays' broke him in a way that he couldn't express through anything but apparent tears. Tears that should of obviously fell years ago. Then, they became unwanted. The tears turned into sobs, and before Dallyn could stop himself, his hands were over his eyes and he started to feel things. Rushes of emotions started falling over his shaking body, and he couldn't stop it. His easy escape route disappeared, and he couldn't stop any of this. He bit down at his tongue, the sounds of his sobs disturbing him and pissing him off all at the same time. He held his own body, wanting the pain in his chest to end. It did, eventually. Everything went back to okay, and when the drops of emotion on Dallyn's cheeks were dried, he went back to watching interviews of Scarlett Johannson on youtube.

He watched on with a blank face, trying to forget that he actually ever felt anything at all.