Sorry it's a habit. Yeah. Your dad is a nasty piece of work. I hope you gain back your appetite.
Anonymous

Indeed.  It’s a marvel I’ve survived this long.

Thank you.  It’s not bad enough that I can’t even force myself to eat yet, so I’m not starving.  I should be okay in that department for now.

fallen-inspiration:

Marvel Cinematic Universe 2014-2018:
Guardians of the GalaxyAvengers: Age of UltronAnt-ManDoctor StrangeThor III: RagnarökBlack PantherCaptain America III: RebornThe Invincible Iron Man (Iron Man IV)Avengers III

fallen-inspiration:

Marvel Cinematic Universe 2014-2018:

Guardians of the Galaxy
Avengers: Age of Ultron
Ant-Man
Doctor Strange
Thor III: Ragnarök
Black Panther
Captain America III: Reborn
The Invincible Iron Man (Iron Man IV)
Avengers III

(*Hugs you .* I love you Svar sorry that your dad is a jerk.)
Anonymous

Jerk?  No, my father isn’t a jerk.  That’s far too kind a word.  He’s a blight on the sanity of everyone with the misfortune of knowing him as I do.

My response to people who…

morbidmegz:

Say, ‘you probably ship Sherlolly because Molly is such a relatable character, and you want to live vicariously in your little ship’s headcanons.’

I say NO!

I ship Sherlolly because I find Sherlock to be a very relatable character, and I like to think that someday, if I am very very lucky, I’ll have someone who comes along and sees me when no one else does, and who decides that, for some crazy reason, putting up with me is worth something.

So there.

Of course, there are loads of other reasons, but I don’t have to justify every single one of them!

All of this.

I really hate how people always assume that you identify with the character closest to your gender and/or that your shipping preferences are some sort of self insert because, didn’t you know, all female characters are Mary Sues, so if you ship her with a dude, it must be because you want to get it on with him.

That attitude is gross.

I too see a great deal of myself in Sherlock rather than Molly and Sherlolly is definitely not a self insertion thing for me.  I ship them because I see that they have incredible chemistry and because, due to my close identity with Sherlock, I have an emotional investment in seeing Sherlock happy, which is something I think he could achieve in being with Molly.

It just a coincidence that Elflock looks like Loki right?;-)
Anonymous

I honestly didn’t notice that fact until after I’d finished the drawing.


Sherlolly- A Beautiful Name for a Beautiful Moment
or
"Oops, I Tolkienlock’d."

The Men of Bree knew her as Molly, but he called her by a different name.  She was Vinailiwil, the unique bee, for she was small and important and one of a kind.  He had met no other creature quite like her, though he had lived for an age before she even began to walk this Middle Earth.
He first met her in his home of Mirkwood.  Like many of her kind, she had a curious, adventurous nature and was not easily deterred by any threat of hidden danger.  He found her wandering between the trees, but did not reveal his presence until she drew the attention of far more sinister creatures.  He saved her from the foul spiders whose numbers outweighed her skills with a blade and took her to safety, for which she was grateful until she saw his blunt and arrogant manner.  Despite her foolish behaviour in journeying through Mirkwood alone, he came to see her as quite clever and learned.  She had skill enough in the healing arts to treat her own injuries and could speak both forms of the Elven tongue with fluency.  The latter was rather a pleasant surprise to him as he cared little for the language of Men and could count the number he had met who could speak Sindarin (let alone Quenya) proficiently on one hand.  She had studied in the halls of Minas Tirith and learnt the ways of sword and saddle from the women of Rohan.  Few were so well traveled as she.
Vanailiwil fascinated him and he found himself thinking of her often after their first meeting, wondering where she was and what new knowledge she had added to the great library in her mind.  He had believed he would never see her again, but it seemed that fate had something different in store for them.  He met her again when he traveled with his brother to Rivendell.  It astonished him when the sight of him brought a smile to her face.  They had not parted in the most agreeable manner before and he had assumed she had come away hating him.  Apparently she had changed since then, just as he had, for she was quite amiable when she spoke to him.  As their time in Rivendell went on, a friendship grew between them and he agreed to journey with her to her home in Bree.  It was there that he named her and learnt of the place she held for him in her heart.  At first, what he felt in return was strange and bewildering.  He had never cared for another being as he did for her before.  In the end, he decided the pain would be greater if he chose to bury his feelings rather than spend the moment of her mortal life in happiness with her.

Sherlolly- A Beautiful Name for a Beautiful Moment

or

"Oops, I Tolkienlock’d."

The Men of Bree knew her as Molly, but he called her by a different name.  She was Vinailiwil, the unique bee, for she was small and important and one of a kind.  He had met no other creature quite like her, though he had lived for an age before she even began to walk this Middle Earth.

He first met her in his home of Mirkwood.  Like many of her kind, she had a curious, adventurous nature and was not easily deterred by any threat of hidden danger.  He found her wandering between the trees, but did not reveal his presence until she drew the attention of far more sinister creatures.  He saved her from the foul spiders whose numbers outweighed her skills with a blade and took her to safety, for which she was grateful until she saw his blunt and arrogant manner.  Despite her foolish behaviour in journeying through Mirkwood alone, he came to see her as quite clever and learned.  She had skill enough in the healing arts to treat her own injuries and could speak both forms of the Elven tongue with fluency.  The latter was rather a pleasant surprise to him as he cared little for the language of Men and could count the number he had met who could speak Sindarin (let alone Quenya) proficiently on one hand.  She had studied in the halls of Minas Tirith and learnt the ways of sword and saddle from the women of Rohan.  Few were so well traveled as she.

Vanailiwil fascinated him and he found himself thinking of her often after their first meeting, wondering where she was and what new knowledge she had added to the great library in her mind.  He had believed he would never see her again, but it seemed that fate had something different in store for them.  He met her again when he traveled with his brother to Rivendell.  It astonished him when the sight of him brought a smile to her face.  They had not parted in the most agreeable manner before and he had assumed she had come away hating him.  Apparently she had changed since then, just as he had, for she was quite amiable when she spoke to him.  As their time in Rivendell went on, a friendship grew between them and he agreed to journey with her to her home in Bree.  It was there that he named her and learnt of the place she held for him in her heart.  At first, what he felt in return was strange and bewildering.  He had never cared for another being as he did for her before.  In the end, he decided the pain would be greater if he chose to bury his feelings rather than spend the moment of her mortal life in happiness with her.

sallydonovan:

"An old friend."

Sally and Sherlock used to be much closer.

  

strawberrypatty:

oodlesofpoodles11:

freakzter:

spent my easter afternoon giving bucky wings what even is my life

UR LIFE IS AWESOME LOOK AT THIS EPIC SHIT OMYGOSH

I didn’t know I needed this until now.

strawberrypatty:

oodlesofpoodles11:

freakzter:

spent my easter afternoon giving bucky wings what even is my life

UR LIFE IS AWESOME LOOK AT THIS EPIC SHIT OMYGOSH

I didn’t know I needed this until now.