albus severus: dear mum and dad
albus severus: i was in the library today
albus severus: reading a book about previous heads of hogwarts
albus severus: and i would just like to say
albus severus: are you fucking serious
albus severus: i demand a name change immediately
albus severus: just literally anything else please
albus severus: fucking dobby kreacher potter for all i care
albus severus: sorry for swearing i just
albus severus: bloody hell
albus severus: yours sincerely,
albus severus: aragog fang potter or some shit
AU Meme #6: Meeting at a coffee shop AU
Summary: While Sherlock Holmes doesn’t make a habit of going on blind dates, he makes an exception for Molly Hooper. Just forget the fact that he crashes her date to do it.
(Thanks to the lovely girls in the chat for giving me new prompts. I’m also alternating writing and work so please bear with.)
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Medical student, social smoker, born and raised in Northampton, moved to London less than a year ago, divorced parents, lives with her father—
Sherlock’s fingers ceased their tapping on the side of his mug as he considered the oversized watch on the young woman’s wrist. He tiled his head as the pieces neatly realigned themselves in his mind. His fingers started tapping again.
Lived with her father. Past tense. He died in the last few months.
The subject of Sherlock’s temporary interest was thankfully oblivious to it all. She was too busy pouring over a novel (a well thumbed copy of Persuasion) while her fingers alternated from absentmindedly tugging the sleeves of her green blouse (recently gifted by a friend for tonight) and touching the edges of her lips (new lipstick, also a gift).
Waiting for a date.
Sherlock felt the corner of his mouth kick up when he spotted the white rose on her table.
A blind date.
He abandoned his cold cup of coffee and was half way across the café when he realised where his feet were determined to take him. Sherlock considered his options, eyed the still door by the cashier, and decided he could do with a little more distraction.
i hate that i literally cant tell if im ugly or not and i cant tell if im really fat or just like kinda fat i literally cant tell and sometimes ill be like “im just being dumb im pretty good looking” and then ill be like “wow im being so egotistical i definitely look like shit what am i talking about” like i just…. dont know and it bothers me so much cos it’s something i can’t understand
what do you do at hogwarts if you start your period?
like do you go and see madam promfrey? or your head of year? because i’m just trying to imagine the slytherin girls going snape and asking for tampons
*whispers* Mulan, Merida, and Rapunzel didn’t have men saving them
*regular voice* Lilo and Nani’s sisterly love for each other was a big point in their movie
*slightly aggravated voice* Enchanted questioned marrying a man you hardly know
*shouting* FROZEN ISN’T THE FIRST MOVIE TO HAVE THESE POINTS
Knowledge is knowing that Frankenstein is not the monster.
Wisdom is knowing that Frankenstein is the monster.
once i take my bra off, don’t ask me to do shit for u bitch bc once that bra comes off, i am clocked out of life. i am done. i am finished. i am logged the fuck out.
Hm. I think Sherlock Holmes and especially John Watson agree with her statement.
Finally someone fixed this obnoxious post, thank you.
Oooh this post is 10000x better.
Has anyone else pointed out that in the first set, the reactions are cheated, and in the second, they’re canon?
My grandma would always x out people in her yearbook and write “Deceased” when one of her high school classmates died. We often found it morbid. Grandma wanted to be the last one living. She wanted to win.
That’s not a yearbook.
That’s a hit list.