On a looooong bus journey…
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On a looooong bus journey…

Q:((Yuu, I miss you. I hope everything is going alright. ))

howzahricametobe

Aww, darling, thank you! I’m just fine o u o I’ve had a friend over for the past two weeks so I’ve been a bit busy. Uni has also started up again o n o ;; My life has gotten kinda hectic, but it’ll slow by the next weekend. Don’t worry, really~

Life With Big Ginger Hair: Seen a few reports that the photographs of Martin & Amanda's children are going around again. TAKE. THEM. DOWN.

bakerstreetbabes:

I personally have not seen them, but reports are enough. Martin & Amanda are VERY private about their personal lives and have kept their children out of the public eye. Those photographs were UNSOLICITED. They’ve asked multiple times on multiple platforms to have them…

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HAPPY (belated-ish) BIRTHDAY YUU!!!

(So I was an idiot and completely forgot about time zone differences until now, meaning that although it’s still Friday where I am, I’ve just now realized that it’s no longer Friday where you are… I am an idiot. *headdesk* Anyways, I hope you had a wonderful birthday, and here’s a short little drabble to celebrate!)

John didn’t know when it had started. Okay, that was a lie – John had kept meticulous records of each one, and thus knew exactly when it had started (two weeks and three days after Greg had moved in, to be precise). Rather, John didn’t know why it had started, or even what exactly ‘it’ was. All he knew was that, every day for the past 99 days, there had been a small sketch hidden somewhere around the flat. The subjects varied, as did the location of each little piece of artwork, but two things were constant: one was the number on the bottom left corner of each drawing that counted down from 100 with each day, the other was the neatly-printed “Love, Greg” below each piece of artwork. Greg would merely smile and shrug when asked about the sketches, and so John decided to wait and see if any answers would arise. And on the 100th day, they did, in the form of an inordinately-proud-of-himself Greg and a sumptuous cake topped with delicious heaps of glistening jam that spelled “Happy Birthday John!” 

Writing terrible, terrible fanfic.

In the style of Sandra Hill’s Rough and Ready. 

I hate myself. If you want me to post this, like this post or something. Here’s a snippet.

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Help please?

So, I made a Red Bubble account, doubt that anyone would ever want my stuff on a t-shirt, but… never know, right? But I need a bit of help here, so throw me a bone?

I’ve never done this before, but what’s the policy on this thing? Cos you know, fanwork making money and stuff, isn’t there copyright laws against that? 

If you can drop me an ask, that’ll help me out so much, thanks!

P.S: If you do want my stuff on a t-shirt, let me know and maybe I’ll draw it up! o u o

ddrsnacks: jam-scarves-and-crack: I don’t even know.
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jam-scarves-and-crack:

I don’t even know.

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I don’t even know.
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I don’t even know.

Q:Can I just say I really reeeally love Disjoint though it is breaking my heart reading it! Love the pain <3 keep writing!

Anonymous

Aww, thank you anon! <3 I’m having fun writing it, even if I have no idea where it’s headed.

Crochet is a wonderful stress reliever for me, so guess what I spent the past seven hours doing?

Maybe one day, I’ll make a wolf!lock…