#tastyasscrackers

[ysgramur]

tastyasscrackers replied to yourpost:Why did you dislike majority of them by Act 3?

I can’t like this post enough. Because I felt exactly the same way. However, when I lost Fen, he attacked me in the final battle and I had to kill him. And that was… awful. Varric pumped him full of arrows.

i'm so glad i'm not the only one that felt this way omfg

[redderz]

RE: Jurassic World SD ATL

eimme reblogged this from redderz and added: Oh my good god yesss.

transhermann said: HECK YEAH OMG CAN I JOIN IN ON tHIS

proudkaijugroupie reblogged this from redderz and added: This sounds awesome! I’m in!

feriowind reblogged this from shatterdomeatl and added: YEAH LET’S DO IT

tastyasscrackers reblogged this from shatterdomeatl and added: This seems like an awesome idea.

YOU GUYS WE ARE TOTALLY DOING THIS THING. I can’t wait to meet everyone!!!! I’ll have to sort stuff out a bit closer to June, but heck yeah! I may put a post on the SD ATL facebook page nearer the time too. :D

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My favourite neighbour

Author:  Tastyasscrackers (tumblr) // MHWK (Ao3)

Original Imagine: Imagine baking christmas cookies with Lestrade & Imagine making a gingerbread house together  with Lestrade

Warnings: Self-Esteem issues, Self-Confidence issues, implied family issues, swearing

Word Count: 3.270

Link to Fic:   (x)

[bbcsherlockimagines]

The Right Hand

Author:  Tastyasscrackers (tumblr) // MHWK (Ao3)

Original Imagine: Imagine showing up at the pool with Moriarty and Sherlock being surprised to see you because you are his sister

Warnings: Mild self-esteem issues?

Word Count: 805

Link to fic: (x)

[bbcsherlockimagines]

Love Note

Author:  Tastyasscrackers (tumblr) // MHWK (Ao3)

Original Imagine: Imagine Moriarty leaving a note saying “Faking my death, will be back with coffee at 5" at your guys flat

Warnings: None

Word Count: 430

Link to Fic: (x) or

It was a bit chill out, especially since you had woken up alone. That had been a common occurrence lately, but it was nice to finally have the flat to yourself for a bit.

Pulling your robe tightly around you, you slipped on your house-shoes and made your way to the kitchen. The sky outside was gray. It would surely rain, again. With a sigh, you listlessly set the coffee pot. You didn’t expect him to return anytime soon, so you only made enough for yourself.

Listening to that calming bubble of the coffee pot, you settled into your seat at the kitchen table. He had forgotten to bring in the newspaper. If he was going out early, it was only considerate.

You stared out the window, wondering where he could have been. What he was up to? On the days that you saw him, he seemed much happier than he had in a long time. He was certainly enjoying himself. When you didn’t see him, he was always respectfully quiet when it came to sneaking into bed at night. Occasionally you woke up when his cold hands settled on your waist and pulled you closer to him. But always, he let you sleep.

When your coffee was ready, you poured it into a mug and held it tightly in your hands. The smell alone was enough to wake you and the heat was most welcome on your hands. You smiled into the mug before taking a drink, imagining his animated personality when he came up with a brilliant idea and decided to share it. He was never looking for input, but he was always expecting you to get excited with him. His amusement was infectious and you never had to pretend with him.

The television was still dark. You’d thought of turning it on but ever since he had bought it it just sat in the corner of the room. Was it even plugged in? Neither of you cared, there were more interesting things than trash-television.

Walking about the room with nothing to do, you paused as a note on the door caught your eye. He never left notes, that was why you never looked for them. You were more likely to leave notes than he was, and you never left them either.

Taking the paper in your hand, you pulled it from the door and read: Faking my death. Will be back at 5 with coffee. - Jim

You smiled. Finally, Jim Moriarty had found a playmate.

You frowned. He was going to forget the cream and sugar. Again.

[bbcsherlockimagines]

One Week

Author:  Tastyasscrackers (tumblr) // MHWK (Ao3)

Original Imagine: Imagine Sherlock deducing your crush on Molly in front of her.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,008

Link to Fic: (x)

[bbcsherlockimagines]

Missed Cues

Author:  Tastyasscrackers (tumblr) // MHWK (Ao3)

Original Imagine: Imagine Mycroft proposing to you

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.328

Link to Fic:   (x)