@amazingpetenclosures posted a fun “challenge”: before and after photos of your enclosure(s). I dug up as much as I could find from when I started keeping hedgehogs several years back & up until now, but unfortunately couldn’t find a picture of my first enclosure which is a cage I’ve used for multiple hedgehogs (later on mainly as a spare for rescues/rehomes).
1. Yes, I have used fleece liners with hearts on it. Just one heart actually. I made them myself and the heart wasn’t planned, but I dropped a heat lamp on the liner and I hid the ugly burned spot by sewing a heart onto it. This was my first enclosure (the one I don’t have a better picture of). It was a simple rabbit cage, nothing special. The hoglet in the picture was my second hedgehog and the first one I tried fleece liners with. I used shavings before that but didn’t like them much. Because there was very little information
in my native language
on keeping hedgehogs and I didn’t know anyone in real life (besides the people I got mine from) who kept them, I started reading up on English info online (mainly from the US). Everyone was using fleece liners there so I thought that would be good for hedgehogs. If everyone’s using it (and claiming loose bedding is the devil) it’s probably gonna be good, right?
2-3. I build my own C&C cage because I wanted something bigger, didn’t have an awful lot of money for an enclosure and again I saw a lot of people in the US use this type of cage (yes, I was still very much on the US bandwagon). Honestly? I hated it. It was inconvenient, incredibly difficult to heat, and SO UGLY. There was literally NOTHING positive about this cage except for the okay size perhaps. I’m pretty big on aesthetic and this was just a huge nah. I also ditched the fleece soon after because I didn’t like it - it got smelly real fast, I hated the unnatural look, and even with an added dig box I felt like it limited my hedgehog’s natural behaviour. I guess this is the moment where I started to get my common sense back (just kidding). But really - I think it’s something a lot of new keepers (of any species) do, and it’s a logical thing to do if you don’t have a lot of experience yourself; they almost blindly follow the advice of others especially if it’s a very large group telling you something’s wrong (e.g. me using shavings at first as opposed to fleece, which I was told was Not Done And Dangerous). When I started venturing more into different hedgehog communities of other countries, I noticed huge discrepancies between care (sometimes complete opposites even). I started mixing & matching what I thought was best for my animals. I switched to cardboard bedding called Finacard which is actually pretty nice and has always been one of my favourites (together with Back 2 Nature, which is not pictured here but what I’ve used as well).
4-5. The Ferret Nation! I went from 1 to 2 to 3 hedgehogs and a lack of floor space (for 3 enclosures) meant I had to find something I could stack. I had been dreaming of a more naturalistic approach but due to the type of cages I’d used so far I couldn’t really do anything more natural. I made an attempt with the fake plants and the wooden twigs (which I added to keep the bedding from falling out - didn’t really work. It was still quite messy). The FN cages were okay. They were still not easy to heat, but a plus side for me was them not being very wide (so they fit right next to my desk in my bedroom) but quite deep, which meant I could fit them there while still keeping the floor space for the animals. I’d been wanting vivs for ages but I knew it would be a waste of money to buy them now as I wouldn’t have enough room for them and I didn’t want to buy smaller ones, only to replace them later (these things are expensive).
Unfortunately it was way too messy with the loose bedding and open bars combo and I decided to temporarily switch
back to fleece. Part of it was because of the mess, but also because I
wanted to give fleece one more try to see
if it really
made a difference on the behaviour of my hedgehogs (it did - negatively, so I still don’t like it, and it is one of the worst bedding you can choose for a hedgehog imo).
6-7. Moving meant I could FINALLY get my vivs! (Bottom two are for my tenrecs, top one is for one of my hedgehogs). Waiting for them for so long actually had a positive side too, because I had plenty of time to prepare and work things out for keeping mammals bioactive: something I didn’t have experience with yet (although I did with reptiles and amphibians), and something that no one else - from what I could find, they probably exist - seemed to do. I actually managed to find one person after a while, but they sold their animal soon after so it ended up being a lot of trial and error anyway. I can’t remember how many people told me keeping mammals in a bioactive enclosure wouldn’t be doable. I got kicked out of two bioactive Facebook groups because I mentioned mammals and it was marked as a failure immediately. Fortunately there were also enthusiastic people and some even tried it for their own mammals, and with success! My approach to hedgehog husbandry changed a lot over the years - largely due to becoming more experienced of course, which means you can try out new things more comfortably. I mainly use science and my own common sense now. I still value the input of others of course, but I actively try to seek out questions myself and try to answer them so others might learn from it. Well, that’s what I hope anyway. The picture on the left is how I started out with my bio vivs, still relatively unsure of what would work or not. The one on the right is 10 months later with thriving enclosures and most importantly, thriving animals! My vivs have been up and running for a year now, my animals are doing great (and I finally got that aesthetic) and I don’t think I’m ever going back.
most nouns with these endings are masculine (except from nouns in brackets) - ISME (no exceptions) - AGE ( une cage, une page, une plage, une image, une nage) - EAU (une eau, une peau) -
- ER (une cuillier, la mer) - MENT (la jument)
most nouns with these endings are feminine (with exceptions) - ADE (un grade, un stade) - AINE (un capitaine, un domaine) - ENCE (un silence) -
ÈQUE (un chèque) -
ÉE (un lycée, un musée, un trophée)
- IE (un parapluie, un messie, un incendie, un génie, un foie) - INE (un magazine, un platine) - IÈRE (le cimitière, le derrière) - TION (un bastion) - LLE (un intervalle, un rebelle, un gorille, un portefeuille) - TTE (un skelette) - INNE (un renne) - TÉ (un comté
, un pâté, un côté, un traité, un été)
- URE (un mercure, un murmure)
I was trying to dissect Iron Fist episode by episode, but it is too painful. Here be spoilers:
Jessica Henwick is visibly struggling in some scenes where her character should punch DR in the throat for crossing her boundaries. Because it’s not in character for her to let him get away with stuff like this.
Second meeting: tries to get a job with her again even though she said no the first time and her dojo specialises in Japanese martial arts. Hey, she’s too poor to give him a job but she was nice enough to give him shoes.
Which is not an invitation for him to hide out at her place again when people are after him.
Or mansplain martial arts to her in her dojo. They practice two different schools of martial arts.
And it’s not an invitation for him to step into her class, interrupt the student leading the class and then hitting a teenager (from an abusive background) with a wooden practice sword for laughing at him. (This is already a major red flag.)
That’s at least two throat punches. But oddly enough, Colleen Wing, who does not take shit from other people in the show, does not punch him in the throat.
She also does not tell him off strongly for:
- Interrupting her training session with Claire Temple–that’s really unforgivable in general–interrupting a scene of Claire Temple being trained by Colleen Wing? Seriously? There goes any chance of passing the Mako Mori Test. (It looked like the actress was rather relieved when the script had Claire Temple stay for lunch so that she would not be alone with him.)
- Persuading her to back him up in a dangerous mission after Claire left by buying her building and becoming her landlord–that’s beyond overbearing, that’s some 50 Shades levels of controlling and rich man’s privilege. (She does not punch him for this–she just says “fix my sink”.)
- Rummaging through her stuff and taking her sword. He just forced her to go along with him to spy on dangerous people and he’s looking through her stuff? (She just says “you’re disrespecting my sword with your wuxia bs” and then they flirt awkwardly over swordplay. Ew.)
The writers try to hide how shitty all this was by having DR be Colleen’s enabler–because she actually wants to do dangerous stuff and he saw that in her. They are both secretly adrenaline junkies that like beating people up or something??? That’s some ridiculously far-fetched characterisation there just to give them some common ground (they don’t really have any common ground–the writers are forcing it beyond the bounds of belief).
All this bad writing in aid of trying to hook her up with DR. If anyone tried that first line with a biracial woman, it’s an instant bad first impression even if the guy was Asian. Everything else after that is worth of a restraining order–even if the guy was Asian (and should know better).
The worst part is, DR treats his other favourite-woman-to-stalk Joy better than Colleen, the one he’s allegedly attracted to. Because white women are fragile and much be protected–another trope that needs to die. Even though Joy is not very nice to him and will very likely turn on him in future.
This sort of thing would be less obvious if there were more women in this show or this entire series with lines–but it’s sort of glaring when Claire Temple was beaten up in Daredevil Season 1, Elektra was killed in Daredevil Season 2 and Colleen Wing gets her face smashed in and her fingers dislocated in cage fights with men twice her size (twice so far from episodes 1 to 5).
That’s only episodes 1 to 5. I cannot stomach any more bad writing in the name of hooking DR up with Colleen Wing.
In summary: Even if they had cast a Chinese actor as DR, I would still root for Colleen Wing to punch him in the throat because the writing is that bad.
thanks for this! the only thing I’d like to add is they also treat Karen the white woman better in Daredevil seasons 1 and 2. So while the Netflix defenders shows do have WoC they make sure to treat the WoC worse than the white women. The only exception is Luke Cage where the WoC were respected and valued.
You can’t love me.” He exhaled. Your eyes remained close. “(Y/n), I’m not, I can’t, I’m not capable of..” he stuttered.
“I know. I don’t, I’m sorry I don’t even know why I said that.” Your mouth fumbled over your lies, lids finally opening to look at him in front of you, tugging his suit pants back up.
“You’re lying.” His gazed iced over, ridding himself of emotion and you sighed, looking at your feet. You didn’t even know what to say, even if you did what was the point? You knew what was going to happen now.
“You’re right. I am. And I know you don’t love me, which is fine.” You huffed, lifting you head up. He wouldn’t look at you, his posture screaming uncomfortable. Any chance you had of slowly coaxing Bucky into being okay with having feelings for someone and getting into a relationship was completely gone now. “So I’m just going to go, because this is over right, between us?” He didn’t breathe a word, wouldn’t even look at you still. He stood completely frozen, expressionless. You knew he’d shut off his emotions. You nodded, feeling the prickle of tears at the corners of your eyes. “Right. Well..” your voice trailed off, you shook your head and left the room.
Warnings: curse words, mentions of blood, a really angsty reader.
Summary: You and Bucky have been together for three years now, you don’t understand how he could break your heart the way he did when you found him in your bed, but not alone.
You slept your whole day away on the first day you took off, to forget. But, the next day you knew you had to try to lighten yourself up. Your closet was a mess, it still contained Bucky’s things.
Before dressing up for the day you shoved the rest of his clothes in the abandoned box in your room so you didn’t have to constantly look at them.
Except one; his red shirt. You loved to sleep in it, you didn’t think he’d realize it’s missing. After shoving it somewhere you go back to your closet and pull out an old black hoodie with gray fitting sweatpants to go with a blue shirt with a red star in the middle. You honestly didn’t care what you looked like.
after putting on some light make up you made your way out the door and to the mall. It was your place of healing.
You marched into the nearest store and looked through the dresses.
You wished Nat was here with you, she was the best at picking out outfits that you would enjoy. Plus, she always made you smile.
There was a lot to choose from in the dress section; red ones, black ones, and gray ones, but one caught your gaze. You felt like you were seeing red. It was a short mid thigh length blue dress with a white collar, the exact same dress you last saw your mother in last.
You quickly shook your head, deciding it was the wrong choice to leave your apartment and went home. You had work to do tomorrow. ____________________
Walking into stark industries wasn’t the hard part, the hard part was seeing everyone’s knowing glances. Tony had given you a quick hug and kiss on the head. Clint squeezed your shoulder, and Sam did the same. Wanda looked at you and read what happened in your head and then frowned. Natasha snuggled you with hugs then yelled at you for not telling her but then apologized for yelling and comforted you.
“Seriously y/n, you know that I’m always here for you. Why didn’t you call me?”
You looked towards her and smiled weakly, “Well I knew you would be with your mom so I didn’t want to interrupt your time with her…”
The look Natasha gave you looked like she was saying ‘seriously??’. She walked closer to you, squeezing you tight again, “Honey, I’m here for you through thick and thin. Next time please call me. I promise I will get to you as fast as I possibly can.”
You hug her back, thanking her. But then you had to go to a certain captain in charge.
When you walked into Steve’s office to greet him he automatically shot up and wrapped you in a tight embrace. “Y/n, how are you?” “I’m… I’m actually okay.” You say holding a somewhat forced smile. Steve frowns, “I hate to say this but just ignore him today, if he comes and talks to you fine talk. But we have a mission.. and it’s serious.” You felt a pang in your chest. Last time Steve said there was a serious mission it was with Hydra, but, you and Bucky had stayed back. “Is it?” “Yes.” You gulp down your nervousness and nod, “If you don’t want to do this I under-” “I’m going.” “Are you sure?” Steve says touching your shoulders “Yeah, I’m sure…”
Steve hugs you one more time, planting a kiss on your cheek. “Let’s go to the meeting room I just called everyone down.”
You follow Steve into the room and sit with him waiting for everyone to come. They all filed in one by one, ending with Bucky. He opened his mouth to call for you, looking like he wanted to plead your name once again but you looked away. He lowered his gaze and sat down at the other end of the table.
Steve explained the mission thoroughly. As soon as he said Hydra Bucky’s eyes darted towards you, and yours did the same. But instead of looking for any longer you turn away once again. Steve needed your help, so you’re definitely going on this mission.
“-Sam will be with tony, Natasha will go with Bucky… y/n go with Wanda, Clint you find a high point and keep an eye on us, and I’ll go with vision, All clear?”
“Wait what?” The gruff voice rang through your ears and you looked up at him then back to Steve. “Y/n can’t-” “Alright Steve. Sounds like a great plan.” You say interrupting Bucky and getting up to get get ready. You were out in the hall and you could still overhear the arguing in the room, “Y/n and I can just stay back like last time Steve. Why are you making her do this?!” “I am not making her do anything buck! I already asked her and made sure and she was fine with it. So are you coming or not?” … You were already gone in your room before hearing Bucky’s answer. You put on your suit, which was a purple onesie like leotard. Matching with black leggings and a utility belt wrapping across your chest and around your back, like a sash. You finished your look with a mask that covered your lower half of your face, kind of like the winter soldiers. Except there was a cage like opening by your mouth for when you needed to use your power.
After getting ready you headed to the quinjet and boarded on with everyone. The only seat left was next to Bucky, which you reluctantly took. Steve was reciting the plan when Bucky leaned over and whispered to you,
“We don’t have to do this y/n”
You clench your jaw and look up at Steve, not answering him. “We can go back to the building and.. talk.” You squeeze your eyes shut, “Steve should me and Wanda try to work our way in through the roof?” You felt Bucky’s gaze on you falter. “That can work but we can use you guys on the ground.” “Alright we can do that.”
You only feel bad for ignoring Bucky for a second, but then you remember what he had done to you and bring your mind back to the problem at hand.
When the jet landed everyone went into there positions as Hydra attacked.
You and Wanda were a great pair. The two of you had a signature move you’d use almost every time that would make the two of you look bad ass.
You would lift a car and throw it Into the air and she would fling it as far as she could. And You could make each other fly, she would lift you up with her powers while you could yell so loud it would fly her into the air in seconds.
The two of you were beating everything in your way. Then you got into the building and your flow dropped.
There stood Bucky Barnes and Natasha Romanoff holding a petite blonde woman against a wall, right next to what was presumably her wheelchair. Your heart dropped when Bucky reeled his arm back to hit her.
“BUCKY!” You yelled so hard that the group flew backwards. You automatically rushed to the woman’s side and lifted her up to look at her face. She was trembling in your grasp. “Pl-please just let me go..” she said weakly You ripped off your mask and looked her in the eyes “Mom?”
“Mom?” Bucky said. Then angrily made his way walking towards you but you gave him a warning glare and he stopped.
“Y-y/n?” She said with a relieved smile, touching your face. “My baby girl, it’s been so long..”
you started walking away from her and towards Nat.
“Running away again?” her now sweet mother like voice turned cold and gruff.
You swiftly spin around to face her again, clenching your fists.
“They shot him in the head.” You said with every syllable. “Come again?” “They. Shot. Him. In. The. Head” you say now right in front of her face “I don’t know who-” “Dad.”
The blonde woman had a confused look but then started laughing uncontrollably. You step back, staring at her in disbelief. You feel Bucky touch your shoulder, “We can just leave her here…” You look at him “So she can reek more destruction on this world?” You turn back to your mom who is now wiping away a tear.
“That douche? He didn’t understand that you were born to be a weapon. Not his daughter. So since he was against everything he just… had to go!” She says finishing with more laughter.
You pull her up by her collar gripping your gun in your holster. “Oh this isn’t funny anymore? Why did you stop laughing?” You say to her.
“Shoot me.” “What?” “Shoot me in my skull like your father was.” “No.” “No? That’s a stupid mistake.” She says spitting in your face.
You throw her to the ground bitterly and cuff her to a pipe coming from the wall, then walking back to your teammates.
“Call in a jet with a cell.”
Natasha nods and walks off grabbing her phone.
“You’re making the right decision y/n.” Bucky says grasping on to the tips of your fingers.
you squeeze his hand smiling then turn back to your mother once again.
“Do you know the pain and struggle I’ve been going through all my life because of you? You were supposed to be my mom.” you say with your voice cracking.
she grins and sits up, “Oh honey… I’ll never be your mother.”
A shot rang through the air and your mothers blood was splattered on the wall. You quickly ran to her side then turned around to see Bucky ducked by the door looking outside for the shooter.
“son of a BITCH!” you say standing up.
You felt your world stop when you heard another shot ring through the air. Bucky turned to you automatically, “B-bucky?” your body slowly fell to the ground
“Y/N!” he came to your side, holding you tight.
Then you saw your teammates come to your side.
Then everything was black.
Later on you awoke in one of Tony’s hospital beds in a panic, you shot up thinking this was Hydra and winced in pain. “Woah woah y/n it’s okay. It’s me Bruce. You got shot in the gut, lay back down.” You lazily looked over at Bruce and saw Bucky sleeping in a chair behind him. You felt your lip curl up. “Hey Bruce.” You said laying back down and smiling up at him. “Hello y/n- “What did you think you were doing out there!” Bruce was just about to tell you about your injuries but then Tony and Steve busted through the door, waking Bucky in the process. The two of them were shouting at you non-stop like two worried parents until Bucky stepped in,
“WILL THE TWO OF YOU SHUT UP SHE JUST WOKE UP!” His voice came booming through your ears, stopping your heart for a second.
Tony and Steve stared at him but then Steve frowned and walked over to you, taking your hand. “I’m sorry y/n, it’s just- ” “We were scared.” Tony says cutting in.
You went to form words but a seemingly upset Bruce stepped in, “You two cannot bust into my lab when I was about to medicate and check y/n’s wounds. Now If you want to talk to y/n you’re going to have to wait and get out of here before I go green.” You shoot the group of men a ‘please go’ look and they all leave in seconds
Bruce patches you all up and then lets in the bunch again. Tony and Steve give you a father like chat about things you shouldn’t do during a mission then you went back to your room.
there stood Bucky Barnes. A tear streamed down his cheek and he looked at you like you were his everything.
“Y/n, we need to talk.”
Please give me honest feedback, I’m new to reader fics and I feel like I used the word 'you’ about 500 times.I’m probably going to do a 3rd final part but please help me out by telling me what you think about this one, thank you!
“Goodbye, Sherlock,” you said and hung up the call.
You looked down at Sherlock for a few seconds, lowered your arm and dropped the phone away with your gaze ahead yourself.
Sherlock lowered his phone and accidentally dropped it to the floor. His heart was beating so fast that he hadn’t had time to think. What now? His girlfriend was about to jump from a hospital rooftop and commit suicide. If only he could stop the time and save her.
You spread your arms to either side and fall forwards. John and Sherlock stared in terror.
“Y/N!” Sherlock cried out as he saw the love of his life falling down from the rooftop.
That was it. You saved all of your beloved ones, but who saved you? Did you die? Or did someone save you?
Jumping from St. Bart’s rooftop might have been the
scariest and more challenging thing you have ever done in your life, still you
had to do it for the sake of your beloved ones.
Moriarty might have frightened and threatened you but
that didn’t stop you from living your life. Yes, you survived and you’re still
living your own life, yet in a different way.
How did you do it? It was simple but unbelievable. It
was Mycroft. Oh yes, the ‘British government’ saved you. Why? Because of
Sherlock has been always an important matter for
Mycroft; after all, he was his older brother. To be honest, ‘the British
government’, really cared about the consulting detective and that was why he saved
you. Just because he knew that you meant the world to his little brother.
But the question is still ‘how?’.
the MI6 and tell them we need to find Mrs. Y/N Y/S, as soon as possible. She’s
been missing since midday,” he ordered his assistant but instead of going and
make some calls asking for you, she stood there staring at Mycroft. “What?” He
raised an eyebrow.
“Sir, why are
you doing this?” She inquired.
my brother. I thought it was clear enough, wasn’t it?” He replied with a tight
“Sir, the MI6
Headquarters had already called,” she informed shyly.
James Moriarty dead on St. Bartholomew’s rooftop. She is there with him,” she
glanced at her notebook checking out that she hadn’t forgot any single detail.
“Mr. Moriarty has committed suicide.”
blinked a several times and then rose from his chair.
alive?” He asked worriedly as he leaned against his desk.
“Did you call
my brother?” He asked and Anthea shook her head. “Well, don’t. I’ll do it by
myself,” he paused as he took the phone and dialled the MI6. “Yes? It’s Mycroft
Holmes. I need backups at St. Bartholomew’s hospital. Now,” he stated firmly.
“Now!” said loudly.
sir?” She asked.
“I think we
should hide this from Sherlock,” he said as he hang up the call.
“But, sir, he
is there with Dr. Watson.”
her body. Dead or alive, I want her with us,” he gestured with his finger and
saw Anthea. “Oh, Anthea,” she turned
around to look at him. “Not a word.”
Mr. Holmes,” she nodded and got back to her office so she could make the calls.
members of the MI6 put a big pad before you could touch the ground. Once you fell
onto it they took you before John and Sherlock could find you lying on the
pavement. Also, you were alive. Bruised, a little bit injured but nothing to
worry about. You were pretty lucky.
Of course, hiding you from Sherlock was his idea too. It
was something that you hated but you needed to do. Your friends, your family
and your boyfriend’s lives were in danger and as long as you didn’t appear
it’ll be fine. Well…fine.
Even if Moriarty was gone there was network willing to
do anything. You presumed that in a couple of days you were going to come back
home, but no. Days turned into weeks; weeks turned into months and well…months turned into years. You felt like a
little tiny bird in a cage, except that you were not in a cage or a cell
You worked at
the MI6 Headquarters. Lady Elizabeth ‘Love’ Smallwood accompanied you every time
you needed a shoulder to cry on. She was practically your MI6 mother. Anyway,
it was not your mother. It was not your life.
221b, Baker Street was not the same since you’ve been
gone. There was no you. There was no sunshine anymore.
Sherlock and John’s lives changed completely.
Especially your boyfriend’s one. He was broken-hearted and he knew that this was all
Moriarty’s plan, since he was dead on the rooftop.
“I’ll burn…I’ll burn the heart out of you,” Sherlock
muttered but John heard him. “I’ll have to end this network myself, John,” he
said as he rose from his armchair. He put on his jacket, straightened it and
took his coat.
“Wait…what?” He asked in disbelief.
“I’m going to avenger Y/N’s death. She’s dead thanks
to Moriarty and God knows who took her body,” he replied.
“Sherlock, it’s been two years. You could have done
“How?! There’s no grave to visit, no vase to put
flowers into, no words to explain how much I regret asking her to be my
girlfriend,” he said sadly.
“Then, I’m coming with you.”
“No, John. You’ll stay here with Mr. Hudson,” he said
as he walked out the room. Then he came back and muttered breathlessly. “Don’t
call me. Probably it will be dead by midnight,” he advised and then headed to
the street. John sighed as he rubbed his face with his hand.
After two years of your disappearance, Sherlock knew
that the only way to get some information about your whereabouts or your state
was paying a visit to his dear brother, Mycroft Holmes.
Sherlock was indeed the only consulting detective and
the smartest Holmes sibling (omitting his sister, Euros) but this time he didn’t know where to
start. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t deduce where you could be. He was lost. That
was for sure, the worst moment of his life.
Walking down the streets of London he was looking all
around him wondering if you’d see him, but then he realized that was not going to
happen. You were missing, and so a part of Sherlock’s heart was missing too.
Sherlock took his phone and dialled Mycroft. The line
was not busy, yet Mycroft didn’t answer. His little brothers knew something was going
on so instead of keep walking he hailed a cab. Once inside, Sherlock gave him
the address of a store that was two blocks away from the MI6 Headquarters. He
was not stupid, nobody had to know what was going on between he and his
brother, or Moriarty.
Sherlock entered the headquarters and asked for
“It’s urgent!” He shouted as anybody wanted to tell
him where Mycroft was.
“Brother mine,” Mycroft said and Sherlock turned
around to see him. “What a pleasure.”
Sherlock walked towards him and gestured with his
hands. “What’s going on, Mycroft?” He asked but his brother didn’t say a word.
“Look, I need to talk with you. This is utterly important and I think you should
“National importance. Or even worse, terrorism,” he
“Everything you have just said is true?” He raised an
eyebrow and look at him in disbelief.
Sherlock frowned. “Of course, then why would I visit
“Moriarty?” He smiled at him.
“What do you know about him?” Sherlock asked seriously.
looked around him and pretended to be angry. “To my office. Now!” he scolded.
Mycroft’s office, MI6 Headquarters
“He’s a spider, Mycroft,” Sherlock said while sitting
on a chair by Mycroft’s desk.
“You’ve already said it in the court.”
“No. He was the Napoleon of Crime, Mycroft.
He was the organizer of half that is evil and of nearly all that is undetected
in this great city. He was a genius, a philosopher, an abstract thinker. He had
a brain of the first order. He sat motionless, like a spider in the centre of
its web, but that web has a thousand radiations, and he knew every quiver of
each of them.”
“Yes, and do you have any power to destroy this…” he
gestured with his hands. “web?”
“Oh, Mycroft” He said disappointedly. “I’m here to
resort to you. You interrogated him, you know every single detail…”
“This is serious!” He shouted at his brother.
“It’s been two years…”
Sherlock rose from the chair an abruptly hit the desk
with his whole hand. “I need to know where she is!” he ordered. Mycroft raised
an eyebrow and Sherlock calmed down. He sat down again and muttered. “I need to
know where she is. Dead or alive; I want her.”
“Well, I’m sorry,” Mycroft said sadly.
“Sorry?” Sherlock said in disbelief. “Since when you’re
sorry about her suicide?”
“I care about you, Sherlock. That’s why I’m sorry.”
“Yes,” he said, sighed and rose from his chair. “Of
course, you always care about me,” Sherlock scoffed.
As his little brother headed to the exit Mycroft
stopped him. “By the way, we have a mission for you,” he said, though he knew
it meant risking you.
Sherlock looked over his shoulder. “What is it?”
“Well…like you said, terrorism.”
Sherlock turned around and faced his brother. Mycroft
was waiting for a nod or an answer from his brother, but instead of that
Sherlock lowered his head and suddenly chuckled.
“What?” Mycroft asked.
“I’m back,” he lifted his gaze to Mycroft’s. “Keep me
informed,” he said as he walked out the office.
“Absolutely no idea,”
he said and left.
Mycroft sat down on his
chair comfortably took the phone and dialled Anthea.
Lady Smallwood and tell her that he’s back.”
“So, exactly why I’m doing this?” You asked to your
shooting tutor, Lauren Rave.
“Because you’re going to the next mission,” she said
as she shot twice. “You’re supposed to be dead but they told us you’re good at
hiding,” she glanced at you.
“I’m the sergeant at Scotland Yard,” you commented as
you shot. “I know how to hide and shoot.”
“Really?” Lauren laughed. “You missed that shot,” she
pointed at the wall. “Nice, sergeant,” you glared at her. “Come on. You need to
get fit for tomorrow. Don’t you miss chasing criminals?”
A grin appeared on your face. “I can do this all day,”
you challenged her.
You and Lauren spent the whole night shooting at the
wall trying to polish your shooting. It felt good to take a gun again and know
that you’re going back to work. Well, it was not your job but at least it was
something quite related to it
“And what are we going to deal with?” You inquired curiously
as you took your gun down and put it on a mantel.
“A terrorist,” she said and shoot three times more
before leaving her gun next to yours.
“Welcome to the MI6,”
she smiled and chuckled.
After having dinner with Lauren and chatting about the
mission, you returned to your bedroom, took a shower and changed yourself.
You had to admit it, you had a stunning bedroom. You
were privileged since there were not many rooms. They gave you one to protect
you and you were really thankful. Actually you were thankful for everything,
especially for saving your life.
However, it was your last night at the headquarters
for now since the next day you had to go and risk your life trying to catch
that terrorist gang. It was scary but who cared, you were a strong fighter.
Also, Mycroft was aware of this but you knew he
wouldn’t tell anyone about you. Especially to Sherlock. Of all the people,
Mycroft knew that telling his brother about you would make everything harder to
That night, you were not the only one who was preparing for
the mission, though you didn’t know it, Sherlock was doing it too. The only
difference was that neither you nor Sherlock knew about that.
He was almost certain
that you were dead, but how would he prove it? There was no corpse, no body, no
you. How? That was the question he didn’t know how answer all this time.
“Keep me informed Mycroft,” he said as he put a gun on
his belt and hid it with a jacket.
“Good choice, brother mine,” Sherlock frowned. “A
Dior,” Mycroft explained and Sherlock rolled his eyes.
“Yes, good,” he clapped his hands once and smiled
tightly. “Now, inform me.”
“Terrorist gang, foreign…”
“Foreign?” He asked knowing it was not true. Then began
pacing around Mycroft’s office.
“Fine. It’s a Welsh gang. Their last event was in Bristol
last month. It was small but…”
“This is serious, Mycroft,” he glared at his old
“I know. Your mission is to go and get information for
the MI6, anything else,” Sherlock scoffed.
“You know I’m not a spy. I don’t let others do my
work,” Mycroft wanted to say something but he retracted. “I solve things,
“Then, you’ll need more than a suit and a gun. Start packing
you’ll leaving England at…” he glanced at his watch. “midday. You’ll have a
“I’m always prepared,”
Mycroft raised an eyebrow. “I’ve been packing since she disappeared.”
inquired but Sherlock ignored him and started walking out the office.
It was eleven
o’clock in the morning and you almost finished packing when you heard someone
knocking on your door. You opened it and saw Lady Smallwood in front of you.
“It’s time. Are you ready?” she asked firmly.
“Just a couple of things more and I’m done,” you
replied pointing at the case.
“Good. Lauren will go with you. She’ll be protecting
you if it’s needed, right?” You nodded. “You’re all going to Wales.”
“It’s a Welsh gang, you’ll find them there. Be
careful, dear,” she said and you hugged each other. “Be brave. Everything’s
going to be fine,” she said as she heard someone saying her name. “Be careful.
I’ll see you soon.” Elizabeth said and walked away.
You were about to close the door but someone put their
“Oh, God!” You exclaimed as you got alarmed.
“It’s ok. It’s me, Lauren,” she said struggling to
open the door. You opened the door and let her in.
She entered the bedroom and took your bags. You tried
to stop her but couldn’t.
“What are you doing?” You asked alarmed.
“We’re leaving London. Come on.”
“We’ll miss the flight.”
You and Lauren took your things and headed to the MI6
aerodrome. You were about to get into the plane.
“Wales?” you asked Lauren.
“Newborough,” she informed you with a happy grin.
“Sherlock, you know this is dangerous, don’t you?” Mycroft asked.
“I would do anything for her,” he affirmed.
“So, start now before it’s too late,” he advised his little brother.
A couple of hunters were making trouble in Beacon Hills by screwing around with the local supernatural. As they haven’t killed anyone yet, the pack decided to arrange a meeting in order to hopefully find a peaceful solution.
The meeting was supposed to be a small one: just Derek and Stiles for the pack and the leader with his best 2 men for the hunters. But as soon as they arrived it was clear that the hunters didn’t honor their word. Derek could hear a lot more than just 3 heartbeats and Stiles’ magic was sensing 10 hunters as well as…something underneath the floor of the building.
The hunters already had their guns trailed on them when they entered. They tried to stay calm with a good distance kept between them and the hunters. This was when a hunter in the back pushed a button which made a pipe above them let out some sort of powder.
Not taking any chances Stiles made a barrier around himself burning the powder before it reached him. Derek on the other hand went with the good old ‘running at them and attack them with your claws’ strat that never worked. This time was no exception as a cage rose up from the ground around Derek.
The hunters assured them that Derek would not be able to break free as the bars of the cage were covered by a mixture of wolf’s bane and mountain ash.
The hunters used this opportunity to taunt them. Telling them that they waited for the eclipse. For Derek to be human. Just so that they could kill him in a way that no creature like him could ever die from. They wanted to kill the “Great Hale Alpha” in one of the most embarrassing ways possible.
However, the hunters made one grave mistake that would cost them their lives: They mixed up the effects a lunar and a solar eclipse had on werewolves.
While a lunar eclipse made werewolves the most human they could physically ever be, the solar eclipse did the opposite.
As Derek transformed he grew and grew. He grew until the cage with all it’s magic substances couldn’t hold him and practically exploded. The metal flew everywhere: Some hit the hunters - killing at least a few of them - some flew right at Stiles, his barrier turning the metal into dust that caressed him softly as it fell to the floor.
Derek stood up on his hind legs and let out a howl that shook the whole building. It was like an earthquake. Glass fell out of the windows. Pipes groaned as they fell from the walls. Dust was raining from the ceiling.
The rest of the hunters tried to shoot Derek, who just let out another howl. This one created a magical shock wave that reflected all of the bullets and shook the building even more. The walls were cracking open and the ceiling started to give out too.
Stiles thought enough was enough went a beam landed near him. “DEREK!,” he screamed and at once held all of Derek’s attention. Derek looked so different like this. His form way bigger than Peter’s alpha form and his eyes were just two glowing red lights on a face mostly made up of sharp teeth.
For a moment - just a moment - Stiles doubted that Derek would recognize him like this. It also didn’t help that Derek just started running at him. Stiles steeled himself for an impact which came…in the form of being (kinda) gently picked up and cradled against a hard and furry chest.
Derek then proceeded to run straight trough the wall - not stopping once. Through small gaps between Derek’s arm and chest Stiles could see the building collapse behind them. His magic could no longer sense any hunters.
Derek headed straight for the preserve only stopping minutes later when the eclipse came to an end. Stiles looked over Derek who was a little out of breath and naked, but otherwise unharmed.
“You know,” Stiles started - grinning as Derek turned to him. “Even though you were awesome back there, I like you more in this size.” Stiles followed up on this by walking over to Derek and patting his head as if to say: “Yup, I can pat your head when you are this size and there is nothing you can do against it.”
Derek ducked his head while smiling one of those rare (though they were becoming more usual) ful face smiles and pulled Stiles into a kiss.
ffs I had to block that sled-dog-and-chicks comic because I couldn’t stand seeing the Worst Way Possible to bird proof a dog every stupid hour
y’all: one, don’t let dogs put their mouths on birds unless the birds are already dead and your dog is a gundog and you’re hunting game. we’ve been over this, the bacteria in their mouths can be difficult for birds to fight off. two, don’t put a live bird in front of a dog you know wants to murder it with no restraints or cages involved whatsoever. that’s how you get blood and feathers all over the carpet. and you sure as shit don’t reward them for just existing near them no matter how much they’re frothing, nor do you growl at them for showing interest in the birds.
blathering about safely birdproofing dogs below the cut. this is p. much what I did with Dan except there were no cages because it was wild birds he chased. please put your pet birds or livestock in cages.