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girldwarf:

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7 Things Women Writers are sick of hearing.

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"Why is your lead always a girl?"

"Who’s her love interest, then?"

"What kind of young adult do you write?" (I don’t write YA…)

"Oh, you do fantasy? Like Twilight?"

"Women just can’t write men. I mean, men can kind of do both just because it’s been done so much, but women always write men too girly."

"Are you going to hide your name like JK Rowling so you can get published?"

AND THE WORST ONE: Upon hearing my writing group is predominantly women… “Oh, I don’t think that’s for me. I do serious writing.”

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martin-j-christopher-freeman:

Asexual pride bracelet made out of old shoelaces. The white is kind of faded but overall I’m happy with this.

This is a picture of my asexual pride bracelet. I’ve been wanting one for a while, but I thought that it’d be fun to make one, so today I did. 
For as long as I can remember I’ve found that I don’t fit in anywhere when it comes to sexual orientation. It was only when I joined tumblr that I found out that I was asexual. I had been all along. I just hadn’t found a label to put on myself yet. 
Since I’ve realised that there’s nothing wrong with me, and that being the way I am is fine, I have felt a lot more comfortable in myself. I still feel awkward and a bit out of place when it comes to society, but I know that I belong somewhere. 
I wanted to put this on my writing blog as my asexuality is a big part of who I am, and it will probably be reflected a lot in my writing in the future. 

martin-j-christopher-freeman:

Asexual pride bracelet made out of old shoelaces. The white is kind of faded but overall I’m happy with this.

This is a picture of my asexual pride bracelet. I’ve been wanting one for a while, but I thought that it’d be fun to make one, so today I did. 

For as long as I can remember I’ve found that I don’t fit in anywhere when it comes to sexual orientation. It was only when I joined tumblr that I found out that I was asexual. I had been all along. I just hadn’t found a label to put on myself yet. 

Since I’ve realised that there’s nothing wrong with me, and that being the way I am is fine, I have felt a lot more comfortable in myself. I still feel awkward and a bit out of place when it comes to society, but I know that I belong somewhere. 

I wanted to put this on my writing blog as my asexuality is a big part of who I am, and it will probably be reflected a lot in my writing in the future. 

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Healthier me

So, I’ve decided that because I live quite an inactive lifestyle, due to my ability to stay on my laptop to all hours writing in the darkness and the safety of my room. I think that now is the time to start taking more care of my body. I am now going to go on a healthy diet, plus I’m going to try and do some form of exercise. They suggest that you drink ten glasses of water a day. I think I’m going to make a start on my healthy diet now. Of course, my diet will go out of the window when I go to America, but I’ll still try keep to it. Hopefully a healthier body will produce a healthier and happier mind, in order for me to continue my writer lifestyle. 

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Change of URL

I’ve renamed this blog Moriartysinvisibleblade purely because I changed my fandom blog URL to Martin-J-Christopher-Freeman  but I did not want to lose Moriartyinvisibleblade because it’s got a lot of history behind it. (Plus, I have it on a hoodie and there is no way that I’m going to stop wearing my hoodie.)

I don’t usually get so sentimental over little things like this, but I can honestly say that without this URL I would not be the person I am today. This was the first URL that I ever had, and without it I would not have met so many amazing people. 

It is the people in our lives that change us and shape us. Even if they only touch our lives for a very brief moment in time, they forever become a part of us. This URL is not just an URL, it’s a part of who I am as a person, and it takes up a large part of the past year or so. I think it’s so important to see where you have come from in order to stride forwards into the future.

So, if you’re wondering why I called this blog by a fandom name, then there’s your explanation. 

-Rosie. 

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Why does one begin to write? Because she feels misunderstood, I guess. Because it never comes out clearly enough when she tries to speak. Because she wants to rephrase the world, to take it in and give it back again differently, so that everything is used and nothing is lost. Because it’s something to do to pass the time until she is old enough to experience the things she writes about.
Nicole Krauss (via duttonbooks)

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tearstainedashes:

So my wonderful, brilliant, amazing, beautiful penpal moriartysinvisibleblade sent me this book in her latest package and oh my god. You’re going to make me cry. I don’t think I’ve ever had such a positive effect on someone before. This just makes me so proud and happy and restores my faith in myself as a person. Thank you for this. It really brightened up my life. And you have had such a big impact on my life as well. I’ve never been as open with anyone as I am with you. I can honestly say you’re my best friend and I thank the universe and tumblr and that Omegle chat for bringing us together. One year strong!

Hi! So, um, I figured I’d say a little something. I just wanted to say thank you for being my friend, my best friend. What I wrote in the book is true. Since I have met you I have changed, for the better. I will never be the same. You are imprinted in my heart and soul. All my life I’ve really struggled to make friends. I have hard emotional walls built up because I’m so scared about being rejected or just not being good enough to be someone’s friend, let alone anyone’s best friend. When you read the book you will learn all about ‘yellows.’ I think I’ve ever met two yellows in my life, and one of them is you. I honestly think that I’d be a little lost without you. 

Some nights I can’t sleep and I get hit with these really strong waves of loneliness and the feeling that I’m inadequate. But then I remember that I have you to talk to, and that always makes me smile. You always seem there for me whenever I’m battling my demons. Whenever I receive a letter from you I literally do a little jump of joy. I love snail mail, especially when it’s from you. I feel like through those letters we’ve been able to support each other through our ups and downs. (At least that’s how it feels to me.) 

Thank you tumblr, Sherlock, and omegle for bringing us together. Normally I don’t believe in fate but it almost feels like it was fate for you to come into my life. I hope that we have many years left of you being my yellow. You have no idea how much of a wonderful and amazing person you are! 

If you ever find yourself doubting yourself then please remember how much you have changed my life and how important you are.  

Oh, and also, let me add this gif! Because my reaction to you calling me your best friend was the same as Sherlock’s, which was awkward because I was at a family dinner when I was reading it. It really hit me hard. 

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-Rosie. 

Sorry followers but I just really wanted to share this because this girl is amazing, ok? And this shows the really positive side of both tumblr and fandom. Because without either I wouldn’t have met her. 

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Anonymous asked: Fic request: mystrade angst

martin-j-christopher-freeman:

A/N:  This comes from a love of The fault in our stars and Mystrade. You asked for angst, right anon?

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything. I write because it makes me happy, and I love filling people’s fic prompts.

Warnings: Mentions of cancer, dying character

“I’m in love with you.”

Mycroft felt every muscle in his body tense. A wave of sadness crashed over him, making him sway unsteadily. He barely believed his ears. Love? How could anyone love him when he was living a half-life, when he was trapped with an illness that left him stuck between barely living and being dead.  Then again his Gregory wasn’t just anyone. He understood. He had suffered, was probably still suffering. 

“Gregory-“ He began, but he soon found himself being cut off. His stubborn Gregory, always wanting to get his point of view across. Mycroft’s heart was starting to feel light and fluttery in his chest and an unwelcome amount of emotion began to journey through his veins. Normally, he did not allow emotion to rise to his surface. What was the point of crying or showing sadness? It did not change anything and it only showed how weak he really was.

When people hear of the big C they think that you are the bravest person in the world. They think that you are strong and that you are a fighter. The truth is was that Mycroft was the furthest thing from strong. He was crumbling, his body failing, his mind screaming for an escape from the endless pain he endured, his thoughts constantly reaching out to dreams of dying, of everything ending and of falling into oblivion. Death would be a small mercy to both himself and his family. 

Sherlock was the one it had hit the most. The small boy did not understand why it was so difficult for Mycroft to play pirates with him. He did not really grasp the fact that Mycroft was so iill. Mycroft felt guilty for that. Perhaps if things were different then he’d be in the garden digging for treasure with Sherlock and Redbeard.

His mother and father could barely look at him anymore. It was like they were afraid of him. They weren’t of course. They were fearful of the disease that plagued him, terrified of losing their eldest son.

Gregory was perhaps the only one who really knew what it was like to be handed life’s worst kind of fate. Slowly, he looked up at the silver haired teen, his eyes shining with tears.

“I am.”  He said. The corner of his eyes were crinkling and his smile, though sad, was perhaps the most beautiful smile Mycroft had ever laid eyes on. More of that wretched emotion wriggled its way into Mycroft. He felt like his world was caving in.  “I’m in love with you, and I’m not in the business of denying  myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that one day there will come a day when all our labour has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only Earth we’ll ever have, and I am in love with you.”

Then, tenderly, Mycroft felt the warmest and smoothest lips he’d ever experienced caressing his. For one blinking moment Mycroft almost forgot about his illness. Oblivion didn’t matter, not when he had Gregory.  

"I believe I love you, too." He whispered. 

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