I’m working on the last scene! Once I get that done, I will do some quick rewrites/edits of scenes I’ve already done and finally get everything in order. I’m thinking, after this scenes, things should go easy as long as I get the time, but this scene is kicking my ass with steel-toed boots. 

This is what I have so far! The scene isn’t over; it’s just all I have written. I wish I could be there while you read it so I know which parts make you freak out, but that really helps me out, but if you could even read it at all, I would really appreciate it! Some of the beginning is the same as before, but I’ve completely rewritten the rest. Let me know what you think?

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I miss your face. 

Thank you for the haircut! It feels much less crazy now. 

I’ve been looming about my computer with my writing tab open, but it just lurks up there, taunting me. I can’t seem to get started. I was thinking maybe I could have it done for THIS Christmas, but I can’t even focus on it. I’m not even doing it, I’m just doing nothing - like checking my email 499298579847262 times just in case. 

My aunt gave up on trying to replace my books. She got 2 and then gave me $31. How do I buy four books with that? Fucker. 

When you first meet me, our conversation is going to be awkward because I would have absolutely no idea what to talk about. It’s also worse when you’re cute. But if you wait a little or over time, I’ll eventually get comfortable around you. Then I’ll start talking so much that it’ll probably annoy you.

(via areyoutryingtodeduceme)

thedeathlymarshmallows:

we were browsing in a bookshop and i drifted to the other side of the store and left my mum to her own devices for like five seconds and i turn around to glance back at her only to find her picking up fifty shades of grey from a shelf

the thing you need to know about my mum is she’s not like all the other mum’s who have bought and read the book. she is quaint and innocent and doesn’t even know what smut or raunch means. she thinks sex before marriage is a no-no and she has a fit when she sees guys with their trousers down so low their boxers show

i’m pretty sure my birth was a miraculous conception

so just imagine my horror for a second as i see her open the book, blissfully unaware of the contents

imagine, if you will, a nineteen year old literally hurling herself across the store, shrieking “MUM NO” with an arm outstretched ready to punch the book forcefully out of her hands

passersby are shoved out of the way, indignant retorts are made, but the nineteen year old doesn’t care because she’s got to move so fast she makes the speed of light her bitch otherwise her mum is going to read about christian piledriving the shit out of anastasia

but the nineteen year old doesn’t quite make it

her mum lets out a horrified gasp and exclaims ‘NIPPLES?!’

other people glance over their shoulders, notice the book in her grasp and shake their heads in disapproval

the nineteen year old comes to a stand still, everything seems to go in slow motion as she watches her mum turn to look at her, confusion and shock written all over her face as she whispers, again,

……’nipples?’

(via chainsawsavvy)

I’ve been waiting for you. I said I would tell you when I got home so we could Skype. That was hours ago. I texted and called and left messages on Skype and started to feel like I was stalking you. 

Then I realized I don’t care and now I’m writing this. I saw you posting things on my page! Thanks! I laughed. Also, I saw you posting things so I know you were on and you can’t hide from me. (Also, you’re out of milk.) 

Don’t make plans for Saturday, September 1st. Guess what we’re doing. No seriously. Guess. 

Have you guessed?

King’s motherfucking Island. Oh yeah. 

A friend from high school just invited me. I told her I’d been wanting to go with you, too, and she said it was totally cool if you go with us. You have to go with us because I haven’t seen them since high school, and I don’t know who’s all going and what if it’s an odd number and I end up being the one that sits by strangers or off the line holding everyone’s bags? And I stand on the outside of the pack wandering after them because they’ve all been in touch and I haven’t and they still have inside jokes and I’m just along for the ride? So I need you to go. And you can’t use money as an excuse because she has an extra coupon so someone gets in free. I’m assuming she’ll try to buy one for me, and I’ll buy yours. Which would really be you getting one free and I’ll buy my own. Also, I have trouble having fun at these things when you aren’t around. And people will laugh at me because I’m old and get motion sick and I’m afraid of heights. You understand my old. 

Have your phone ready, dear. I just bought a fancy (read: cheap) bluetooth for video games with Derek and phone calls with you. Just for that. I’m excited. 

I’m so excited that you’re coming over next weekend for Brave! 

We’re gonna have a lot of fun! When do you want to see it? Friday? or Saturday?

Also, I sent those coloring book pages to you. And I wrote you a stupid note. Ignore it. I was drunk at the time. I was on the moon with Steve.  

“Are you-“ he restarted, “You don’t-“ he restarted, “I mean, do you-“ he restarted, “Please tell me that last night didn’t happen because you thought it’s what I wanted.” Jo stared him down. His eyes were blue, but not like fire- like drowning. Simply denying wouldn’t convince him that she hadn’t taken pity on an old man. She tightened her jaw, firmed her brow, and pressed her lips together until they tingled before she could decide on the right thing to say.

                “If there were ever a moment when you thought I pitied you, you’d have deserved it. I should hope you know me better than that.” William scrubbed his face with his palms and sighed like Atlas. She could hear Levi moving around in the kitchen. She bit her lip and tried to think of something else to add because she’d never meant to hold William under like that. Jo climbed from her seat and perched on her toes by his knees: one hand on the chair, one hand on him for balance. She wondered what sort of things he saw in her eyes; she saw his flame flicker.  “You told me last night to give you everything I am. I did, but you understand, William, that I gave it to you.  You did not take me. You did not demand me. I gave and you accepted. I will never make that offer to someone else because I can’t imagine that three people could exist that could understand me and still want to be around me. I’m just a few pecans away from a nuthouse,” he finally gave in and smiled, “and I don’t know what that says about you, but I’ve told you once already, and I won’t repeat myself. Understood?”

                William’s face relaxed into something Jo was much more comfortable with, and he nodded. “You too,” he accorded, surer and firmer than before. He touched her cheek with warm fingertips before they heard something fall in the other room. “I bet he’ll need some help with that,” Jo decided as she stood, back in her good spirits. She disappeared before William had a chance to decide if he should agree or be just a bit offended. 

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

Guess what I just found?

You won’t guess.

Audiobook of The Picture of Dorian Grey.

Okay?

Read by.

Read by.

Are you ready for this?

The Picture of Dorian Grey read by Rupert Graves.

So I get to do some fill-in work tonight while I hear it for the first time. I hope I get some actual work done. 

I almost called you, let it ring and everything before I remembered that your phone doesn’t have enough minutes left for our conversations. So I almost texted you then realized I had nothing to say, I just wanted to talk to you.

So. I’ll be on Skype after I get off work. I’ll make sure I actually go offline before I leave so you actually know when I get back. 

Today is only Wednesday, but I’m still really looking forward to you seeing the Avengers. I want to call you and say “Have you seen it yet?!” But I know you haven’t. I want to fangirl with you over it. Also, are you 100% you don’t want me to come see it with you? Because I really would like to see it again. 

Have you had any of that tea yet? Is it good? I was thinking I’d get some with my next paycheck.

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causeimazombie:

cumbercr1eff:

everything-is-fandom-and:

sherlockiann:

the—consulting-timelord:

swasje:

(I absolutely loved reading this *_*)

‘I’d seen him in a TV sketch show and thought he was gorgeous,’ says Amanda.

‘My ideal man. As I sat watching I said to my friend: “He’s lovely, isn’t he? I’d love to meet him.” Then a couple of months later I did.’

They met on the set of TV movie Men Only in 2000.

‘I was moaning to the make-up girl that I hadn’t got a boyfriend, and she said there was a guy on the same job who’d been saying the same thing, that he was looking for a nice girl.

‘At that minute Martin walked in and I just had a thunderbolt. It dawned on me: “Oh, God it’s him!” We flirted with each other all day and when I went home he texted me, saying “You left and I wasn’t done flirting with you. That’s a bit rude”, which I thought was really smooth.

‘The next night he invited me for a drink and a couple of months later I moved in with him. That was it.’

At 37, she’s the mother of Martin’s two children, Joe, five, and three-year-old Grace.

Cute!

I can’t help but make the connection to the story of how John & Sherlock met

They basically are like the perfect couple.

Well in real life.

omg these things happen in real life?

Oh god, I think I just cried a bit.

They are the real OTP.

(via cumberpirate)

I need to get that book Go the Fuck to Sleep and read it for myself. I’m tired, but I just keep trucking along. I’m not doing anything important; it just seems too odd to go to bed. 

I can’t fucking wait to go to the fucking zoo on Saturday. Fuck. I’m excited. I keep mentioning it. I just need to get through this week and then… Fucking Zoo, baby. 

I can’t wait to see you. 

I’m about to head out and give my resume to a gaggle of strangers. Or just drive around aimlessly, become overwhelming, emotionally oppressed and go home to play Skyrim until 4 am. 

It shouldn’t be this hard to find employment. I can mimic very well… and… and I type at an average of 65 wpm. It really shouldn’t be this hard. All I need is a job where I don’t have to talk to more than four people in a day. I mean, that’s not too much to ask, right?

If I’m close to your area, do you want to have dinner with me? 

When you get this you should get on Skype so we can chat, okay?