Things Carved in Her Arms

Hi. I'm ME. And I'm going to use this to express myself. I know that the title and my url might sound kind of depressing but it comes from the thought that everyone has scars and those scars tell a story. "She" didn't necessarily put them all there but there are there nonetheless.

[thegoodlannister]

the year is 2012.

I have two tabs open. one is tumblr. I am 160 posts back on my dashboard - I have made it back to the place I left off the night before.

satisfied, I open the second tab to pull up a post-avengers fanfic. everyone lives together in stark tower - each of them has their own floor. for no explained reason, loki shares thor’s. no one questions that he has not been arrested. the team has friday evening movie nights. at breakfast, thor eats all of tony’s pop tarts.

I am content.

[thegoodlannister]

to all the people saying this was an embarrassing time: I am 34 full years old and reading/writing these fics brought me so much joy and rereading them still does. embarrassment is a construct, cringe culture is dead, and the found family trope saves lives.

[raincoat-moving]

I hate when customers hand out those stupid and ugly religious pamphlets that are made to look like money because at first glance I am so excited to have money for food or medicine, but the back just has a quote and then followed by "this is more valuable than money". It is disgusting and insulting to give these "tips" to people, especially the poor, and expect a thank you as if you have saved their life.

[raincoat-moving]

i implore anyone reading this to reblog this actually <3

[fuzzydinosaur]

Picture this, you're stressed out because Covid and climate change finds you out of a job and now you can't pay for dental work so as you listen to the hold music to the dental clinic to cancel your wisdom teeth surgery you log into tumblr to calm your nerves only to be greeted by a Destiel meme informing you that the word flashing is banned and you realise fellow tumblr users can't use a warning for post that could trigger your epilepsy. Imagine this, you're now afraid and there's nothing you can do, no tag to filter out, no warning to safe you.

[at-the-sign-of-the-fox-n-phoenix]

the phrase ‘pulsing lights’ has been suggested as a workaround.  I know I will be using it. Your safety is important to me.

[fuzzydinosaur]

!!!!! I don't care if you've already rebloged this, reblog again and get the phrase 'pulsing lights' on blast to save an epileptic's life. This is a serious matter and should be brought to staff and apples attention !!!!!

[ask-the-multishipper-blog]

oh god what did i do

IT SUMMONS MAIL EVERYONE TRY IT

[nyfian-deactivated20150105]

HOLY FUCKING COW.

[carverly]

OKAY IT’S TRUE

[lookingforpack-deactivated20181]

WHAT

[imivi]

???

[kittyluvr69]

I THOUGHT IT WAS A JOKE

WHAT HOW

[daxin-freeborns-news-feed]

I’ve been wondering what message it sends for awhile now, apparently it’s random?

[kynisme-blog]

oh?

OH

[ohcaptainmycaptain1918]

#lmfao no way #why do i reblog these things #hahaha #urban legends #tumblr myths #im so gullible 

nO FUCKING WAY THIS JUST

[followpearlpinesnotthisblog]

gUYS NO JOKE I GOT “motor oil” IN MY ASK BOX I’M SCREAMINH

[goopy-amethyst-deactivated20250]

I HOPE U GUYS DON’T LIE 

[goopy-amethyst-deactivated20250]

THIS SHIT FUCKING WORKS WTF

[stach3nscarf3n]

you’re shitting me

HOLY MOTHER OF ALL THAT IS GOOD IN THE WORL-

[blustrology-deactivated20180312]

i wanna see what happens

[annotateee]

it looks fun i guess

[the-night-writer1]

it only took 3 minutes

[mistake-messenger-quotes]

nO

[seeyalllateruwu-deactivated2022]

Wait I wanna know if it’s true

[thejamdergod]

Ooh I wanna know if it actually happens-

[in-some-future-time]

ahhh what happens

[cuntycassandra]

Okay I’m kinda curious but I feel like I’m about to get played lmao

[justblackoutthoughts]

What shall happen

[virgils-eyeshadow]

oh boy-

[rollingrockstar]

WHAT

[giantrcbct]

hmm

[404-writes-deactivated20210906]

is this,,,,true??

[kenma-loves-you]

Holy shit-

[estacy]

May the chaos begin.

[ari-leah-arts]

[jonathan-cranes-mistress-of-fear]

Seeking help with my Mother’s nearly 2k Ambulance Bill

My followers and friends may remember my past posts about this, namely the issue with Walmart not aiding my mother when she had a severe panic attack/near stroke in one of their stores. Since then she has had four separate attacks ranging in severity and all needing an ambulance to the ER.

The ER has worked with us and we owe nothing to them, HOWEVER the city ambulances services have not been helping and we really need this bill paid.

We currently owe $1,677.00

And and all donations would be appreciated. I can also make you something in exchange for a donation, such as a reader insert scarecrow fic, an edit or long list of headcanons.

If you suffer from anxiety, I hope you can understand where we are coming from. We would not ask if we didn’t need to. We can’t afford this.

https://paypal.me/MistressOfFear?locale.x=en_US

https://ko-fi.com/mistressoffear

OR $CranesMistressOfFear on CashApp

[turnthepage11]

@ fic readers who write play by play comments that highlight your favorite passages and why you like them, please know you are the best humans to exist and please don’t stop what you’re doing

[thingscarvedinherarm]

I’ll Be There for You ll Ch. 3

Sherlock waited with the patience of a saint as his brother seemed to take longer and longer to arrive. Which didn’t make sense, to Sherlock. If his brother had been offering what he assumed the man was, then surely Mycroft would want to do it in the dark of night. And it was nearing four in the morning.

Slipping out of bed he headed to the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea. He smiled as the kettle began to whistle and there was a soft knock on the door. Turning off the burner he moved to the door, dressed only in a sheet his hair a mess. “Well hello dear brother,” he spoke softly while he opened the door before moving back to his tea. “It took you a while.”

Mycroft merely nodded and slipped in. “I had a difficult time finding a place to park.”

Sherlock merely chuckled. “Did you? On a street that never has anyone you had difficulty.” He smirked. “I’m sure it was just hard to find a place where you could slot your massive ego. Not all places can accommodate something that large.” He was careful to let his smirk fall as he taunted his brother, glad to see the blush that came over Mycroft’s face. “So why don’t you tell me, exactly what you meant, when you said you’d give me a helping hand.” He sauntered towards his brother, sheet wrapped around his waist as he sipped his tea. “Please, brother mine?” He looked up innocently.

[thingscarvedinherarm]

I’ll Be There For You ll Ch 2

Sherlock had made his way home, slipping into the hot shower to relieve his aching and cold bones. “There is no need to be petty, here, Sherlock. I’m merely offering assistance. Merely offering a helping hand. But if you’d rather I didn’t. I can understand.” He shook his head to get the words out of his head, he didn’t want to think about it right then, in the shower, and most importantly naked. He shuddered in a way that was not completely disgust but was more confusion and a few other feelings he had tried to push down over the years. He didn’t want to think about it, the way Mycroft had formed the words and had chosen them. His brother was rarely so careless as to just throw words together. Sherlock shook his head again, he had to focus on the shower something other than his brother in the room that was too hot.

Turning the knob to cold he shivered, but the problem seemed to go away. He stood there for a few minutes before slipping out and toweling off, his mind a whir again as he racked his brain to figure out what his brother had meant. Sure he had tried to focus on something else but with a brain as quick as his, those things were gone in seconds.

He meandered to the bed, lying down and closing his eyes. “There is no need to be petty, here, Sherlock. I’m merely offering assistance. Merely offering a helping hand. But if you’d rather I didn’t. I can understand.” It wasn’t odd for him to lie awake in bed, but this was a different type and it was uncomfortable. Tossing he turned to his nightstand to look at his phone. No messages from Irene, good. No messages from John, well that was to be expected. He unlocked his phone scrolling through the options he had for the night, but none of them appealed. Finally, he decided calling his brother as late as it was would irritate him. “Good,” thought Sherlock. “Serves him right.”

Dial up the phone he waited until Mycroft’s voice answered on the other side and to his surprise it wasn’t a groggy one. “Hello, dear brother. What can I do for you?” His silken tone was not so bold as to be a purr but was much less harsh than he had used before when being woken at such late hours.

“I was thinking about what you said earlier,” Sherlock merely stated. He listened to the reaction of his brother and smirked, something had struck a nerve causing Mycroft’s breath to hitch ever so slightly. Just enough to give Sherlock the hint that he should continue. “And I think I’ll take that, what did you call it? A ‘helping hand’?” His smirk grew as he heard Mycroft fumble slightly on the other side of the phone. “Excellent,” Mycroft spoke out slowly. He waited for Sherlock and Sherlock waited for him. “I’ll see you soon then.” He said after a while. “I look forward to it.” Sherlock hung up the phone and smirked. He was almost certain he knew what Mycroft had meant now, all he had to do was plan.

[thingscarvedinherarm]

I’m in the mood...

to write! Send me prompts you would like to see and I’ll write them.

[thingscarvedinherarm]

Reblogging myself because I’m in the mood to write!

[beeftea78-deactivated20200113]

I said it mainly as a joke, but actually the idea of lesbian dominatrix Irene Adler meeting Molly Hooper and developing a big, sloppy, embarrassing crush on her, to the point where the woman who brought England to its knees gets weak in the knees and stutters whenever she’s near her morbid, mousy lady-love is very important to me.

[mae-jones]

I wrote a fic something like that. X

[soyeahso]

Literally though this concept is the core of how and why I ship them.

[anestheticcity]

[vivienvalentino]

                                                                   g o t h a m   c i t  y   s i r e n s

[ant-i-soc-ial]

REBLOG IF UR ACE OR SUPPORT ASEXUALS PLS I NEED REASSURANCE

[thingscarvedinherarm]

Sherlock walking outside in the rain post HLV when a stranger holds out an umbrella. Stranger is Mycroft, Holmescest hurt comfort ensues (not mine)

I don’t know if you saw but I finally responded. I hope you like it!

[thingscarvedinherarm]

I’ll Be There For You

The rain had started to pick up as Sherlock left the reception. He was glad that he had popped his collar, a quirk he hadn’t done while he was at the wedding. Calmed down. He shook his head at the thought, but he couldn’t deny that it was true, he had let himself go, calmed down so that John could see the real him. He’d even help plan the wedding and look where that got him.

The rain was really starting to pour, soaking through his coat and starting to get to the cold where you only feel it in your bones. Sherlock let out a shiver as he took a drag from his smoke. He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t even realize when the rained seemed to have stopped. Looking around however he realized that it wasn’t the rain that had stopped but rather something was blocking it. Spying the holder of the umbrella he frowned. Of course. “Come to gloat?” He drawled out as he took another drag and let the smoke blow out through his nose.

Mycroft shook his head. “No. Gloating about a broken heart is not in my nature. I’ve come to offer my condolences. There was a reason I couldn’t make it to the wedding.”

Sherlock gave him a curios look before shaking his head. “Pride and arrogance do not count, brother. Do not worry, no one would have thought you the blushing bride.” Mycroft frowned. “There is no need to be petty, here, Sherlock. I’m merely offering assistance. Merely offering a helping hand. But if you’d rather I didn’t. I can understand. Have a nice evening.” 

Mycroft turned to walk away, taking his umbrella and the warmth it carried with him. Leaving Sherlock to shiver and ponder his words.

[thingscarvedinherarm]

I’m in the mood...

to write! Send me prompts you would like to see and I’ll write them.