#NOT OKAY
Ashley, 23; Supernatural, Sherlock, linguistics, editing, tea, the Hobbit, Cabin Pressure, Harry Potter, Avengers, Firefly, Jensen Ackles, Tom Hiddleston, Benedict Cumberbatch, a number of other amazing people, and whatever else. I started cosplaying in November, so expect my face on a semi-regular basis. I tag everything consistently.
guys! chapter 95 of If-It-Were-Otherwise !! (she promised this quite long before, then it happened as a Xmas gift!)
DID THEY
THEY DID
Conditioner smelsl good but its not food. They should put a warning on it that says “not food and not lube”
that’s completely covered by the warning “for external use only”
My body is a dead language and you pronounce each word perfectly.
- Sierra DeMulder, Unrequited Love Poem (via loveyourchaos)
Disappearance #1
Notes: Warnings for this include allusions to torture, starvation, and discussion of sexual assault. Also available here on LJ for easier reading.
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She knows she is alive because of the pain. It’s her constant companion. An ache in her empty stomach, soreness in her scalp from having her hair pulled, rawness from the bruises that bloom overnight on her arms and legs and torso. Torture leaves her skin fresh and tingling; it’s only when she awakens that she notices the marks on her body. She had scars, a couple; she’ll have a few more after she gets out.
Irene prefers to think of her escape in terms of “when” and not “if.” She’s tried to run three times already, only to be thrown back into her cell. Of course, no one’s making it easy for her. She’s come to realize that she’ll need outside help, someone with a keen mind and an impeccable sense of timing…
Maybe not an impeccable sense of timing. By her calendar, he’s already late.
Anyway, she’s lost the physical strength she needs to force a breakout, and her jailers have proven immune to seduction, so all Irene Adler can do now is wait, and wait she does. She waits, and she dreams impossible things, and she rots.
… damn.
why does this part of tumblr even exist