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18 July 2014 @ 11:09 pm
Hello! It's been a long time since I've been inspired to make icons, but I want to get back into it again. This post is kind of a mess of everything I have made in the past few months, but I wanted to post it anyway, so I can start fresh with the next lot. I hope you like them :)

twenty-five orphan black, chicago fire, marvel + marvel comics

07 July 2014 @ 03:41 pm
For womenverse. The challenge was to create a crossover between the two characters you were given. I got Jenny Mills (Sleepy Hollow) and Helena (Orphan Black)  which I was very excited about. This is what I made :D

(304 words) Fanfiction: 30 points
(1) Picspam: 15 points
(3) Tumblr Graphics: 45 points
(1) icon: 05 points

+ (4) misc icons

TOTAL: 95 points

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29 June 2014 @ 11:22 pm
alternate ending (of sorts) for 'for better or worse' he was starting to think that the wedding might go off without a hitch - okay, no, one hitch. or, two people getting hitched, technically. but, the point is, things were finally going to plan.
castle | 1098 words | k+ | ryan, esposito (castle/beckett)
notes: written for the au challenge at gameofcards. this idea has been nagging at me for a long time, since before the finale. it's actually what i had in mind for my ideal wedding episode, since i knew we'd never get just forty minutes of their wedding, as much as i'm sure we all would have liked to, but at least this way we'd get to see a lot of it, whilst also getting a 'case of the week' of sorts. but yep, this challenge finally gave me the push i needed to try writing it. but okay, basically just imagine the episode happened like it did minus those last couple of minutes and... yep. i hope you like it? *hides*

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25 March 2014 @ 04:31 pm
how is it already march? where have the last three months gone? i didn't mean to abandon this community for quite so long, but between work, television and my feeble attempts at a social life i haven't had much time to fight with photoshop. or not until this film, at least. everything about this film was wonderful and perfect and it was enough inspiration to force me into making these. so i hope you like them! :)

sixteen veronica mars movie icons

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25 December 2013 @ 01:17 am
IT'S CHRISTMAS! which makes this officially late, and lets not talk about the last two days that I managed to miss, hey? but okay, here's the last post for this advent thing i tried to do. it wasn't a complete faliure. i've made 250+ icons this month, which is just crazy to think about in a month when everything has been non-stop.

anyway, i hope you guys enjoy these icons + that you have a very merry christmas <333 see you in 2014!


 twenty-five castle icons
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21 December 2013 @ 05:50 pm

twelve the fosters icons
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20 December 2013 @ 07:51 pm

fifteen the good wife icons
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18 December 2013 @ 11:16 pm
are we there yet
post always. castle’s body is half draped across her back as he sleeps, his warm weight pressing her down into the soft mattress but it doesn’t feel like he’s crowding her even though she’s pretty sure that he is, that he’s wrapped around her like this on purpose just to make sure that she doesn’t slip away in the night.
castle | 662 words | k+ | castle/beckett
notes: i wrote the first few lines of this immediately after watching always and then promptly forgot about it, but ta-dah. a year and a half later it's finally finished :)

Castle’s body is half draped across her back as he sleeps, his warm weight pressing her down into the soft mattress but it doesn’t feel like he’s crowding her even though she’s pretty sure that he is, that he’s wrapped around her like this on purpose just to make sure that she doesn’t slip away in the night. Not that he has anything to worry about.

She doesn’t plan on leaving his bed for a long time yet.

Kate shifts under his heavy arm, twisting around until she is facing him. It’s dark still, but he’s close like this, their heads both resting the same pillow. And it’s close enough that she can feel the sigh of his breath across her face, smell the scent of his shampoo, and even with just the lights of the city illuminating the room, she can watch the rise of dark eyelashes as his eyes open and she sees the cloudy blue of his eyes when he wakes.

Her hand settles on the back of his neck, fingers lazily sweeping back and forth as he blinks at her. She gets to watch as his eyes widen a little, his eyebrows rising. She bites her lip to stop the laugh that bubbles to the surface at the shock on his face.

But it only lasts a moment, and then she sees it, that flash in his eyes as he remembers last night, smile is washing over his whole face. She thinks that makes her love him even more. There are adorable little creases forming in the corners of his eyes as he’s grinning back at her, and she wants to press her lips to them, taste the joy that’s radiating off of the beautiful man in front of her. But if she starts kissing him, though, she doesn’t know that she’ll be able to stop.

“Hi,” she whispers, instead, and if it’s possible, she thinks his smile gets even wider.


It’s ridiculous, the rush of happiness that fills her at his one, sleepy word. She feels like she might start giggling at any moment, like the joy that’s filling every ounce of her is going to burst free of her, cracking open her ribs and leaving her utterly open before his eyes.

“You okay?” he asks.

She hums. “I’m good. I’m really good.”

“Good.” He grins at her, and then yawns. “You gonna be here when I wake up?”

It catches her unaware, the way her heart aches for him, this man who loves her so very much. He asks for so little from her. Who is patient, and who waits for her. He doesn’t rush her, even though she thinks she can see it sometimes when he looks at her, and it catches him unaware. She thinks sometimes she can see just how much he wants this with her, how he craves their future together, dreams about the life they could have, but the words never pass his lips. He keeps it all locked away, keeping those dreams safe until he thinks she’s ready to share them with him. She wants to be ready now, but it’s not as simple as that. Some things are going to have to wait, she can’t make promises about the future tonight. But she thinks it won’t be for much longer. She’s made it this far; she’s wrapped up in his arms, naked in his bed and she doesn’t plan on moving for a very long time. It won’t be much longer, she thinks.

Still, she can give him this.

“I’m not going anywhere,” she promises, pressing her lips to his. His eyes stay closed when she pulls away and she can see he’s already falling back to sleep.