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pauvre-petit-moi:

SO I WAS WATCHING SNOW WHITE


joy-to-the-web:

i-effed-it-all-up:

i-effed-it-all-up:

he was a boy

she was a girl

can i make it any more heteronormative

he was a punk, she did ballet

why couldnt they be gay

He wanted girls, she’d never tell,
But secretly she wanted girls as well




boomboombooom:

This September winter comes early


notmattsmith:

nine: don’t wander off

ten: don’t wander off

eleven: don’t wander off

twelve: 

image


dutchster:

sophmoreslump:

watch this right now

my hero


maura-isles said:  Prompt: Maura faints and Jane comes to her rescue.

"Okay, so…" Jane took a deep breath and ran a hand over her face. "What’s the damage on this one?"

Maura shook her head, putting down the magnifying glass and leaning against the autopsy table. “The same as all the other ones,” she said, her voice cracked and weary. “Lung tissue damage and lack of oxygen in the blood are consistent with the most obvious symptoms of drowning, while the bruises on the forehead, neck and shoulders suggest that she was held under water until she lost consciousness.”

"What, no more science talk?" Jane crossed her arms. "It’s been a long day, Maur, but that’s not like you."

"Please, Jane, I’m just…" The doctor swayed where she stood, her eyes fluttering shut. "Just tired—”

Jane stood up straighter. “Maura—”

She halfheartedly tried to wave Jane off and took a stumbling step back from the table. Within seconds, the detective was at her side, arms closing around her as she fell. “Hey, hey, Maura…” Carefully, she lowered them both to the lab floor and rested her friend’s head on her lap, pushing away some stray hairs. “Can you hear me? Maura, are you okay?”

Slowly, Maura’s eyes blinked open, and after a moment she let out a small moan. “Dizziness and…dry mouth, accompanied by exhaustion…”

"Jesus, Maur, is that your way of telling me you’re dehydrated?" Jane sighed exasperatedly and leaned down, pressing her forehead against the doctor’s. “God, don’t scare me like that again. I’ll get you some water, hold on. Can you sit up?”

Maura nodded, and allowed Jane to prop her up against one leg of the autopsy table. She watched her friend disappear into her office and felt a wave of guilt when she came out, water bottle in one hand. “I’m sorry,” she croaked.

"Sorry for what?" Jane asked as she knelt beside her and handed her the water. "For being a great medical examiner, or for forgetting you were actually a human being for a few hours?" She smiled as Maura raised her eyebrows. "Seriously, don’t do that again. I can wait for results."

"Mmm." Maura lowered the bottle away from her mouth and gave Jane a small grin. "History suggests otherwise."


I’m bored and slightly nervous about moving in to school tomorrow, give me some short writing prompts (short like i can fulfill them with like 10-15 sentences)


" Hello, I’m Missy. Welcome to Heaven. Would you like some tea?"
Missy, Doctor Who (Season 8, Episode 2, Into the Dalek)