#in JANUARY

[whim-prone-pirate]

i think i'd be a really great comedian because they get to tell stories in the style of a person with SEVERE adhd. like i know i can't do this to my dad because he doesn't want me to tell him background info for the lead-up to a story for thirty minutes. but john mulaney get's up on that stage for a full two years and he's like "let me explain this phone call i got from pete davidson a few years ago for a third of an hour while you are all held captive without your cell phones and WATCH" like i could do that

[soircieres]

— Patricia Highsmith, ‘Carol’ (or, ‘The Price of Salt’), 1952.

[slime-sandwhich-nom]

No one talk to me

[girlboss-girlblog]

i KNOWWW its january already but i love my little xmas tree :( i dont wann put it away :'<

[ezrastruggles]

hi hi hello long time no posts

today we have a late secret santa i finished a few days ago for none other than @eve-blanc ~~

this is her OC Astarte - (semi??)chibi icon!! go visit her page she's a great artist!

[lock-my-feelings-in-a-jar]

[fuckyeahfightlock]

Advent Ficlets 2022, Day 21

Darkness

“John. Are you asleep?”

“Mm. Nearly, but no.” John rolled his head against his pillow, reached for Sherlock beneath the blankets, found his waist, forearm, slid his hand down Sherlock’s wrist to loosely grasp his hand. “All right?”

“One thing, before our wedding.”

John hummed a light laugh. “There can’t be anything you’ve missed,” he murmured. Sherlock’s hand moved in his, tightened, slackened, found the right fit.

Barely above a whisper, Sherlock went on. “Last Christmas. My depressive episode.”

“What about it?” John whispered back.

“It could happen again. It probably will.”

“I know.”

The darkness of the bedroom, nearing midnight, was a blanket around them that eased the way for difficult things that wanted saying.

“Have you considered that?” Sherlock asked, his fingers scraping nervously at each other even in John’s grasp. “I wouldn’t blame you.” He left the rest unsaid.

John adjusted his hand, wove their fingers together, held on tight as he could.

“We’re neither of us perfect, Sherlock. But our broken pieces fit together. Cover up the cracks.”

Sherlock exhaled.

“I want you just as you are, forever. Never doubt it.”

Sherlock’s thumb brushed along the edge of John’s forefinger and he said, “Good, then.”

[doomalade]

I know that this A) stupid and B) not November but I have a weird little nitpick with RWBY.

Why does Tock and Scarlett never interact? Better yet, why die Tock die like a decade or more before Scarlett was even born? Like just tweak the story of Maria losing her silver eyes to like a Grimm or something, maybe she was fighting the Leviathan and that could pay off later in the volume. But you’re telling me that the crocodile character doesn’t interact with the Captain Hook character? Even if you see Scarlett as being Peter Pan, I feel like still this should have happened, even if it was in the books.

[bending-sickle]

horrific news everybody: there’s been a cherry harvest in alicante (southeastern spain). it’s fucking january. cherry trees shouldn’t even be flowering until at least march. it’s been almost 30 fucking degrees there.

[cl0udstrife]

tartarus on 12/25

[ex0rin]

one day I'll make gifs again (this is me saying that my life feels insane right now and I'd love to have a couple hours of staring at adobe instead of all the rest of it)

[fagrackham]

cold as fuck in the studio as well

[parkerpeter24]

i wanna write for insomniac!peter (both of them. they’re the loml)

[brohringer]

[cupidsintern]

It’s my birthday. I’m 22. Do with this what you will

[quicksilverownsmysoul]

It’s so hard being a girl who loves jacket and long sleeves fashion when you live in Texas