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Love Conquers All (On Sherlock Season 4)

I’m currently re-watching Season 4, simply just to indulge myself, and mainly because I personally loved it. I thought I was done expressing everything I have to say about the matter in this post, but there has been an unending sh*t-storm still looming over S4 that has gone beyond what I had expected. Not to mention that things I’ve seen on Twitter earlier regarding the so-called Norbury movement.

I am not dismissing the fact that this season had its flaws, but there’s a significant meaning to it all that some people are dismissing because they’ve been blinded by their own illusions that I would want to highlight. For someone who had cried over and mulled over these episodes more than the past 3 seasons, this season gave my love for existentialism a baseline that tugged at the heart – the very reason why I wanted to talk about it.

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Just a brief explanation, existentialism is the belief that life has no meaning in general. To quote Moriarty, “Staying alive… So boring, isn’t it? It’s just… staying.” However, what I like about it is the idea that society or any other factor is not responsible for giving life it’s meaning – it is solely up to the individual to discover it on their own.

With that said, I think this is why this season resonated with me so much, and I find the chaos in some parts of the fandom frustrating, especially to the point that the writers are being attacked for this. So as usual, I have to say something about it. Because instead of writing articles for work, I’m thinking about Sherlock.

Anyway, I’m just gonna go ahead with my point.


The Six Thatchers : Horrors Of The Past

This may be my least favourite among the three, but the message of this episode is clearly simple: we all have horrors that will come and haunt us in the future – and how we face it all comes down to the path we choose. 

We live hundreds, and even thousands of roles throughout our lives. And we all have our past; things that we regret, hate, cringe at, miss, still believe in, etc. But whatever that past might be, what I got from TST is that you can never run from your past as it catches up to you, but it is one facet of your life does not completely define you.

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Death has been played with through the past seasons that it seemed all too mundane to us now, in terms of the context of the show. But S4 is here to correct this notion in Mary’s persona. With Mary saying that Mary Watson was the only life worth living, it showed that we get to choose which part of our lives we live out the most.

Same with John and his ‘cheating’. To be fair, I’m pissed at the fact that this was completely out of character. But when the series culminated, I understood why they have to do it. We saw what we wanted to see in these characters as they were presented to us – John was supposedly honourable, kind, and courageous, but what is this? Who is this new John? 

This is where I head to my next point. 


The Lying Detective : Being Alive And Human

This episode made me cry buckets, to be honest. And it is because this is all about changing what you know about these characters and seeing them all in a different light. 

Here we see a Sherlock not led by the mind but the heart, a John who was weak against temptation, a cheater, someone who looked jealous from having the spotlight all on the detective – it showed that no one is ultimately good and that someone’s facade is not who they entirely are. It shows that everyone has their ups and downs because that’s what humanity is about. It illustrated that everyone was capable of being angry, desperate, conceited, weak, lonely, alone, etc. It highlighted how these characters are broken – especially Sherlock – and how redemption can mean so much more to a person. 

We all have our flaws, our downfalls, our agonies; but who are we really, at our most vulnerable? And who are the people willing to believe in us even if we’ve shown them our true, and sometimes, faded colours?

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“Taking your own life. Interesting expression, taking it from who? Once it’s over, it’s not you who’ll miss it. Your own death is something that happens to everyone else. Your life is not your own, keep your hands off it.”

This is a plea. That shutting down and ending your life is and should never be the answer. This is one of the most beautiful pieces of dialogue I have ever heard, and it’s a very upfront message about warranting a value on your own life. And for people to threaten the writers of the show that they are the ones who caused the lives that are put in the line or the self-harm that will happen due to their distaste for TFP is devastating to me.

And yes, there have been people tweeting Mark and BBC that they are and will be responsible for these lives, which is just unfair.


The Final Problem : On Love And Redemption

I’ve seen people questioning why Benedict said ‘love conquers all’ in one interview before the season aired. There has also been statements that this season will be ‘groundbreaking’, which others failed to see why, leading to the claims that the showrunners are queerbaiting.

Now, every single show, every single actor, not just in Sherlock, but basically everywhere, is being put in the microscope because they need to identify with something, and that they need to represent a cause — which I get! I advocate for this! But, just when the world is being careful about mixing up their characters or when they are inserting a gay character just because now, society is demanding them to, Sherlock had already presented that years before (note that some TV shows only became more open to having gay characters around late 2014, early 2015-ish onwards because people are becoming more vocal about it as inspired by those bold enough to make a first move, e.g. Glee). 

Here, we have an openly gay character (which is still another topic of debate but I stand by it when I say Irene used the term gay loosely), had openly gay actors play brilliant and unstereotypical roles, and for God’s sake, Mark Gatiss is a gay man who is behind this brilliant show, and  that’s the very reason they passed it off as normal. They didn’t do it in a way that we always have to be reminded that the character is gay, that there has to be a sex scene just to prove that they’re gay… it’s just there – again, as one facet of the characters. Sex, as something that has been explicitly expressed in the show, isn’t the only thing that defines a character or their relationships with someone else, and I appreciated that. They had a story to tell – the story of these characters as a whole and not just one side of them. 

And personally, I did see why they made their claims as indicated by my chosen title. When this season ended, Sherlock who claimed to have never been attuned to his emotions, had his eyes open and had embraced that he was also human, flawed, and is capable to love IN ALL FORMS. 

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He learned to value his life because of what happened to Mary, he had admitted that he also succumbs to his impulses with Irene Adler (texting or beyond that, depends on what you want to believe), he fully realised that he would never ever want to hurt and make Molly feel like she’s being used by him because she’s his friend, he was able to extend a more human side of himself to John more than he did before, he finally understood and accepted Mycroft’s intentions and actions which I think mended their relationship significantly (this one hits me to the core so much), and lastly, he discovered that if he was left in the air in isolation, he might have ended up like Eurus, which is why he never wanted to make her feel alone again. 

To me, it is groundbreaking because it left that cliche of someone running off into the sunset in the end and it’s all butterflies and rainbows. They wrapped it up with the characters still broken, but living through it day by day because someone chose to love, accept, and help them heal despite their flaws. 

It is what it is, they keep on saying, because that’s how life is. It can be unbearable and it can most certainly be shit, but in the end, whether you ship Johnlock, Adlock, Sherlolly, Sheriarty, Mollstrade, Mystrade, etc., if we all let love – self-love, romantic love, familial love, platonic love – all kinds of love in our lives, it will help us conquer all, within and beyond this show. 

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A painfully fluffy SnowBaz fic for the Carry On Valentine’s Celebration

In which Simon and Baz never had that Christmas Eve incident, but have instead become friends - and maybe something more


simonscones: Happy Valentine’s Day!

Baz smiled fondly down at the text, his heart a little lighter than usual as he hit the “reply” button.

bazpitch: Same to you

bazpitch: What are you doing today?

simonscones: nothing really, hbu?

bazpitch: Same here

simonscones: you should come over later!  We can watch movies and stuff!

“Elaborate on this ‘stuff’ you speak of,” Baz muttered under his breath.

bazpitch: Sure, if you’re not busy

simonscones: nah

bazpitch: No date?

He hated himself for asking, for making himself seem totally indifferent when he was the farthest thing from it, but it almost felt necessary.

simonscones: lol nope

simonscones: I’d rather hang out with you anyway

bazpitch: You flatter me

simonscones: lol seriously tho

simonscones: you’re the closest thing I have to a valentine tbh

Baz couldn’t help it, but his pulse picked up at that.

bazpitch: By which you mean…?

simonscones: take it as you will

bazpitch: Simon

simonscones: I’m just saying lol

bazpitch: Just saying what?

simonscones: don’t worry about it baz

But Baz did worry about it, so much that he could barely think about anything else all afternoon.

 ***

           Eventually Baz couldn’t stand waiting around any longer and picked up his phone again, dialing and holding it in the crook of his neck while he tied his shoes.

           “Hello?”

           “Hey Simon.”

           “Hey Baz!” Simon replied, sounding genuinely thrilled to hear him and it made Baz hopeful again.

           “I’m just about to head over,” Baz continued, “did you want me to bring anything or pick something up from the shop?”

           “No, Penny and I stocked up on chocolate and fruit,” Simon told him, “how do you feel about chocolate fondue?”

           “Is that a rhetorical question?”

           Simon laughed.  “I think we’re good, thanks Baz.”

           “Alright.”

           There was a pause as Baz tried to calm the jitters in his stomach.  “Hey Simon?”

           “Yeah?”

           “What did you mean by ‘take it as you will”?”

           Hesitation on the other end.  “Just that.”

           “That clears it up, thanks,” Baz scoffed as he settled behind the wheel of his car, just sitting while he talked, not feeling very “settled” at all.

           “Everyone needs a valentine.”

           “You know that’s not true.”

           “I know, but I wanted one anyway.”

           “And you’re saying you’ve chosen me?”

           “If that’s how you took it.”

           “But how did you mean it, Simon?” Baz pushed, unable to keep the urgency out of his voice. Crowley, he was shaking, he was so tense.

           There was a long silence from the other end, as if Simon was figuring out exactly what to say.  “I guess I meant that I was… choosing you.  Yes.”

           “…to be your valentine.”

           “I guess so.”  Simon’s voice was lower, quieter, like they had strayed into much deeper, more dangerous territory.

           “Okay,” Baz said, trying to keep his voice as light as he could without sounding forced.

           “Valentines can be platonic, right?”

           “Of course.”

           “Right.”

           Silence.

           “Um… is it platonic?”

           A deep breath from Simon.  “I… honestly… don’t know.”

           Baz couldn’t breathe.  “Oh.”

           The should have been able to hear each other’s hearts beating through the phone.

           “Do… do you still want me to come over?”

           “Hmm?  Oh, of course!  That hasn’t changed.”

           “Okay.”

           “Unless you don’t want to now.”

           “No, I do,” Baz said quickly, “I do.”

           “Alright.”

           “Alright.”

           “So, I’ll see you soon then?”

           “Yeah, see you soon.”

           “Bye.”

           Click.

           The whole drive to Simon and Penny’s flat was a nightmare.  Baz turned up the radio as loud as he could, trying to drown out his thoughts.  It didn’t stop them, but at least he couldn’t hear them as much.  His hands shook on the wheel and he contemplated calling Simon and backing out at least four times, feigning illness or obligation or just telling the truth, that he needed time to think.

           He knew he needed time, but he didn’t want time.  As much as he knew tonight would likely be a disaster, he wanted to go. He couldn’t shake the thrill that came at the thought of seeing Simon, awkward or not.

           He was just walking up to Simon’s door when his phone rang again, and his skull started buzzing when he saw who was calling.

           “Hi,” he said tentatively.

           “Baz, um…”

           “Everything alright Simon?” Baz paused, his fist poised to knock but waiting. Simon could still decide to call off the night.

           A few long, shuddering breaths from the other end.

           “It’s not platonic.”

           Baz’s world split open.

           “Baz?”  Simon sounded so damn scared it broke Baz’s heart.

           Baz knocked softly on the door.

           When Simon opened it, he was still holding the phone to his ear.  Slowly he lowered it and stuffed it in his pocket. “I’m sorry, Baz,” he said, so quietly it was almost inaudible.  “I shouldn’t have said anything.”

           In two long strides Baz had crossed the threshold and had Simon’s face in his hands.  Before either of them had time to breathe Baz crushed Simon’s mouth under his own, reveling in the sound Simon made and in how Simon’s arms flailed a little to catch his balance before grabbing at Baz’s collar and pulling them impossibly closer. Simon was sweet and soft and Baz was so close to losing himself that he pulled back abruptly.

           “Sorry,” he panted, still holding Simon’s face in his hands, “I shouldn’t have…”

           “So,” Simon chuckled breathlessly, “I guess it’s not platonic for you either then?”    

           “Not even close.”

           Simon brought one hand up to Baz’s cheek, and Baz dared to meet his eyes. They were bright and shining and his cheeks were pink from lack of air and, well…

           “Happy Valentine’s Day, Baz,” Simon murmured before closing the space between them again, this time much softer and gentler.  They stayed like that until they were both dizzy and gasping for breath, unable to stop grinning.

About A Girl: Part 2

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Pairing(s): Charlie x Reader, Dean x Reader, Sam x Castiel

Summary: Y/N’s a cheerleader, Sam’s best friend, and in need of a tutor; Charlie is the obvious option. Sam and Cas are the cutest gay couple ever, and Dean’s the hot jock (and Sam’s older brother) who is irresistible to everyone.

Tags: AU: High School, Nerd!Charlie, Cheerleader!Reader, Cheerleader!Cas, Jock!Dean, Gay!Sam, Gay!Cas, Sastiel, fluff

Words: 2181

Note: Please let me know what you think!! I am really loving the Sastiel in this and I am excited to write this possible series :))))

Tagging: @fangirl1802, @leatherandwinchesters, @spnhybrid, @drarina1737, @waywardlullabies, @the-sarcastic-mess, @ilovetardisblue, @winvhesters, @voidobsession, @marie-is-in-the-dark, @harrypottersfavegirl

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puppydanvers  asked:

TELL ME ABOUT UR SUPERCORP HEADCANONS

HERE ARE A COUPLE, I HAVE MORE BUT THESE R PRETTY NICE

  • lena’s a lil touch starved tbh and by a lil i mean a lot like she has zero friends in national city and had a scant few in metropolis thanks to the shit that went down (and honestly even before that???  her friends were the children of her parents’ business associates and were obligatory, weren’t particularly all that affectionate towards one another) and her parents weren’t warm and fuzzy (an Understatement) and honestly???  lex was probably the last person to hug her, like an honest to god hug where he held her tight enough that a few of the little broken bits started to stick back together and then he sort of bulldozed her all over again so THANKS FOR THAT LEX
    • this is a very long way of saying that kara is a cuddler and when she notices the way lena panics a lil at first before melting and seems to be physically pained when they separate, when she notices how tense lena is all the time, how she quite literally deflates, shrinks, relaxes when kara hugs her, she starts doing it more.  she clues in on this even before they date and instigates friendly hand holding and hugs whenever they see each other, sits close enough that their shoulders will brush, little things like that and when they start dating its just cuddle central ok like lena doesn’t seem to realize it, not at first at least, but kara makes a concerted effort to make sure that they see each other at least a couple times a week, even if only for a little bit, even just for a quick coffee break where’s she’s sure to press up close to lena on the couch or hold her hand or hook her foot around lena’s ankle just for some point of contact and doNT LOOK AT ME 
      • they just……..are constantly touching.  and then it sort of expands naturally and kara’s family welcomes lena into the fold and they’re all relatively physically demonstrative people and lena learns to be so, learns that apparently she thrives when she isnt deprived of affection (who’d’ve thought)
  • lena’s never really had serious relationships, always been too busy, always hurtling towards the top too fast to keep up with the level of commitment necessary; her first and only serious girlfriend before kara was back in boarding school and it ended terribly and everyone after that was short lived, more sex than anything else, so she’s a little……unsure??  off balance???  those arent the right words, but she’s out of her depth when it comes to kara, who tells her this incredibly deeply personal thing, makes herself so vulnerable and lena has to backtrack and change her methods, her timelines, her tried and true models of relationships because holy SHIT she likes kara a lot, a lot more than she should, than she thought she could and she doesn’t???  wanna mess it up????  whatever it is, considering they haven’t really defined it like good god level the fuck up lena
    • she’s probably more nervous than kara is at the beginning, though she’s loathe to admit it.  like she really really really likes kara, head over heels for her really and considering her track record is like The Worst at intimacy building or maintaining a relationship or being a happy person in general she’s sort of pretty sure this is going to be ruined and it’ll be her fault but lena luthor is nothing if not stubborn as hell so she takes the fear and the doubt and shoves it somewhere deep down inside of her and focuses instead on being good for kara, checking in at every point, can i touch you?  is it okay if i take your shirt off?  is this okay?  she’s just rlly into clear boundaries to begin with, even more so with kara because she absolutely doesn’t want her to feel rushed or like lena’s impatient or something
      • kara’s pretty sure she’s dating a giant softie even before this and then once she figures out whats going on she’s convinced that lena luthor is actually just a mushball in v expensive shoes
        • which, true

(and this one isn’t specifically supercorp but it makes my heart a lil warm and happy to think abt so i feel like it should be shared)

  • the first pride parade after alex comes out, kara goes as supergirl and her cape is rainbow and she’s got the bi flag painted on her cheek and she takes so many selfies with all these kids that are so scared, but so relieved to see their hero is like them, one of them, will protect them and she ends up doling out a fair amount of hugs, too, because there are a lot of kids that have spent their whole lives hearing that theyre wrong, sick, broken and now theyre here, a revolution in of itself, and the city’s superhero is here too, and not just as security or support but to march with them, beside them and one girl just starts crying when she sees kara, just sobbing because shit it feels good to know that your hero is like you, feels good to know that she understands
    • the whole gang is there; maggie and alex are wearing a ridiculous amount of rainbows and lena’s got her own rainbow cape and winn coordinated his outfit with the bi flag and james, my sweet str8 son, knows to stay in his lane and he serves as one of photographer for it and gets hundreds of shots of kara holding these terrified, relieved kids close, holding their hands, wiping their tears, promising that they’ll be ok in the end and everyone’s sort of crying like by everyone i mean everyone at the parade because its been a hard fuckn year
      • kara’s heart’s is broken and remade by the end of it.  she makes it a point to swing by the lgbtq youth home a couple times a month and maybe on her free time she goes back to some of the kids’ houses and picks up their stuff, glaring at their stricken (awful) parents the entire time.  she gets a new phone and gives the number to only these kids, gives them free reign to pass it on to other kids that might need it; they use it for emergencies and stuff but they also use it just to talk to someone that understands and cares and thats how supergirl becomes the unofficial big sister of national city’s lgbtq teens
          • the closest kara has ever come to murder was when she found out that the father of one of her kids had forced her to move back in and was taking her off hrt and deadnaming her and cutting her off from her friends and generally being awful and kara literally dropped everything and ran out of work, no explanation given when she got the text and like a) got the girl out of that house and b) eventually had to be held back bc murder is technically illegal, even for supergirl
        • lena notices, bc of course she does, and expands l corp’s partnership with an organization that works to give these kids more protection, more rights, more options and of course they partner with supergirl who is, without fail, at every fundraiser and 5k
      • im sorry this turned into me crying abt supergirl becoming a beacon of hope for these very sad, often scared kids.  when laws are passed that put them in jeopardy, they take to the streets and are loud and there are hundreds, thousands of them and i’d say at least half are wearing supergirl shirts, jackets, have the insignia on their signs or the tattoos on their arms and you can be damn sure that when the riot police come to tear gas them, fire on them, break it up, supergirl plants herself resolutely between these children and danger and i am incredibly emotional abt this concept ANYWAY
disconnected | l.h.

Who knows if Luke’s texting mistake could lead to something great.

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disconnected

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Chapter 6

Character key:

Luke
(y/n)
Ian


Wednesday, December 3rd
(3:04pm)
Can I come over?

(3:05pm)
I’m not feeling great. I’ll text you later or tomorrow.

(3:06pm)
Okay, I love you.

(7:02pm)
You can come over if you still want to.

(7:04pm)
I’ll see you in a few baby.

(7:06pm)
See you soon. :)

(11:00pm)
Thank you for the cupcakes.

(11:03pm)
I’m glad you liked them. I’m sorry you’re not feeling well.

(11:09pm)
I wish you could have stayed.

(11:11pm)
Me too. I’m sorry, early day tomorrow.

(11:12pm)
I know. I love you.

(11:13pm)
Love you too.

 

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FIC: Plenty of Pressure

Title: Plenty of Pressure, But Good Hair

Pair: Kadam

Summary: While trying to make the sign-up sheet for his senior project visible, Adam takes a moment to reflect on the only name signed up for The Apples this year. That’s when he hears a voice from behind, telling him it’s “super fun.”

AU Season Four Post- The Quarterback. Kurt didn’t let Rachel and Santana take over his band, and he didn’t get a tattoo while drunk.

Kadam Week Prompt #2 Hair dye/Haircut

Adam scanned over the bulletin board in the common area. He’d put up a sign-up sheet here for his senior project… but apparently people weren’t so hard up as to sign on for post-apoc Geek Theater. Or at least, not from Adam Crawford. There were three other flyers pinned up on top of his sign-up sheet.

Not that bowling night, the spring performance of Too Damn Hot (the men’s acapella choir), and the campus Baptist prayer group weren’t important, but it would’ve been nice if they’d cleared away some expired flyers instead of covering up Adam’s.

Adam sifted through the layered mess, moving a few to the side and repositioned his flyer so it could be seen. With a moment’s hesitation, Adam removed the Apples flyer. No one would be signing up this late in the semester.

There was only one name on it, anyway.

“That’s NYADA’s premier show choir,” a voice drawled behind Adam. “You should join.”

Adam turned in surprise.

“I hear it’s super fun.”

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blind!luke au

Warning: sadness :(
Words: 1200
I got 3 requests for this [2 anon and 1 from sabrinaistheman]

It was never supposed to happen. Not to him. He shouldn’t have gone. You were the one who was supposed to take soup over to the ill Mikey. But Luke insisted that he could do it. And it nearly cost him everything. He was almost killed in that crash. The other driver was drunk, of course. The car steered into Luke’s lane and had flipped over the concrete lane divider. The hood of the drunk’s car flew into the windshield. The glass shards went everywhere. Unfortunately, his eyes got the worst of it. 2 shards of 3 inches of glass in each eye. The paramedics said that if his chest wasn’t hidden by the airbag, a shard like that could have ended up in his heart, ultimately ending life. It should have been you, so of course you felt like shit. Michael felt awful, too. He claims that he is he hadn’t kept calling for soup, Luke wouldn’t have been in such a rush and could’ve gotten there at a different time, missing the accident completely.

Luke was still unconscious now. The accident was 2`days ago but they have to keep him under because of possible brain injury. In about an hour, they will to wean him off the meds and wake him up. Until then, you and the boys will sit in the waiting room. You stare at the clock watching the seconds pass.

04:29:11

04:29:12

04:29:13

It’s as if the time is just getting slower. Frag.

Finally, a doctor comes out to tell us that they’ve begun weaning and will let us know once he is awake and they’ve finished their testing and have their notes. It’s wild to think you’ve been in the same building as your boyfriend 2 years but you still haven’t seen he left with that pot of soup. And now, in a matter of minutes, you can see him again. But he won’t see you again. Ever.

Just as promised, the same doctor returns half an hour later. He tells us that Luke is in a very sensitive state right now. He isn’t dealing with the news of everything well. He states that there is no brain damage, just the blindness and the burns on his legs from when he was pulled out as the cars lit up on fire. The doctor looks at me and says that Luke was asking for me and that we can only go in one at a time, to prevent distress.

I get up and walk slowly towards the automatic doors that seal away the ICU. When I reach the room, I realize that I have no idea what to say. Do you just act like everything is normal? Should you talk in a low voice so you don’t startle him? How do you do this?

You finally just decide to just take a very calm approach to all of this. Walking into the room to find Luke with a large bandage wrapped around his eyes is one of the worst feelings you’ll have to deal with in your life.  

“Hey,” you whisper softly from the seat beside his bed.

“Y/N? Babe, is that you?” Luke yells and wave his arms around. You can see the pain on his face.

“Yeah. It’s me. I’m here” you wipe the tears falling from his cheeks and he nuzzles into your hand.  "You’re ok. You’re safe. I’ve got you and I’m not going anywhere.“

He murmured something but it was so quiet, you couldn’t hear it.

"What did you say?”

“I was gonna propose to you. I had it planned, baby. This weekend, I was gonna take you out on a roadtrip and show you this mountain with an amazing view. Everything would be perfect. I went to sleep every night to the thought of what you’d look like on our wedding day. How beautiful you’d be in that white dress. Now, I’ll never know. I’ll never know what you’ll look like on the happiest day of our lives and it kills me. I can already see that image I have of you in my head fading away. I’m forgetting what you look like, Y/N. This is terrible. I hate it.”

The two of you are bawling together and it’s not stopping soon.  

“We’ll be ok.”

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It’s been 2 months since the accident. Things have been kind of okay. The doctor suggested we try to get him back to normal things in life. Luke insisted that we start with the guitar.

Everyday for about a week, the boys would come over and Michael would show Luke tips that he’d found on the internet so Luke could relearn the instrument. It was a struggle, especially in the beginning. He would get frustrated really easily would cause him to lash out on the others. There were times when you could see Michael specifically getting frustrated. But his was more for Luke. He couldn’t even imagine how hard this was for Luke.

After hours upon hours, Luke was back to his normal playing again. The band began playing shows again and going back to the regular band life. Although it was a struggle, you knew it was worth it. You got your Luke back and you couldn’t be happier.

About a month after, Luke asked you if he could take you somewhere. So, you drove all around as Luke played passenger seat driver and lead the way from memory. When you reached the destination, you knew what was happening. He brought you to a mountain to propose.

The speech was one you’d never forget.

“Y/N. We have been through a lot. We dealt with long distances and near breakups. We’ve had many fights and arguments. We’ve dealt with the accident and everything that came out of it. But in the end, I wouldn’t change a thing. All of that shit lead us here. To this moment. And in this moment I promise you that life won’t always be lollipops and rainbows but we’ll get through it. And why? Because we want to get through it. We want to make this work and we want to be around each other. That’s what happens when you love someone as much as I love you. You don’t regret the mistakes you made because in the end, I love you. And I always will. I may not be able to see you, but I will always be able to know how beautiful you and that’s not something you can forget. You’re my soulmate and I’m never letting go. So, this is me latching on for life. Y/N, will you marry me?”

“Yes.”

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littlestpersimmon  asked:

Kent Parson and Snowy hcs! How did they get together!!!!! Please you've dragged me deep into this hell......

aaaaaah yes!! i love them i could talk about them for ages

ok so.

  • after kent hangs out at that falcs optional skate w/ jack and asks snowy to get a drink with him they do & they go to this hole-in-the-wall garbage pub snowy hangs out at in providence and kent’s like “why do u come here” and snowy’s like “it matches my aesthetic” (kent: ur ridiculous and i cant believe u just said aesthetic out loud in a sentence) (also kent: me too tho)
  • they’re both hella busy so they dont see each other for a little while after the first date (kent: was it a date? i asked him out. kind of. was it casual? does snowy actually like me??? am i being a fool?????) but they text a lot and snowy makes kent laugh all the time- he’d never tell him that tho it’d boost his already huge ego- and he can’t remember the last time he laughed or smiled his much and his teammates start to notice too 
  • and i imagine he’s out to like two or three of them but not the whole team so someone makes a comment (kinda like tater to jack “your girl?”) about how he’s been texting someone a lot and grinning and he should just ask her out and he’s like “hahahahahhahhaha i am straight yes.” but then thinks about it and is like “ok i should tho. like we should be boyfriends that would be cool i would like a boyfriend”
  • so one time he and snowy are talking on the phone late at night and he’s sleepy and happy and is like “you should come to vegas. like to visit or whatever. that’d be nice” and he doesn’t really expect snowy to take him seriously but the next day snowy’s like “im buying my ticket is next weekend cool we have a few days off” and kent’s like “YEAH MAN THATS GREAT” //internally panicking bc snowy’s gonna Be Here and he’s gotta be Cool And Charming
  • but of course when snowy visits all of kent’s cool & chill exterior falls to pieces bc snowy just manages to do that to him, makes it so he’s completely himself and he doesn’t know how but it’s nice, he’s constantly changing himself and how he acts to accommodate people around him and how they want him to be but with snowy he’s just. himself.
  • kent’s trying to be sneaky and romantic so he says they should go out to eat one of the nights and takes snowy to this really nice restaurant and snowy’s a little shit so he’s just acting like “oh yeah, this place is nice, cool, w/e” as kent is Screaming bc he doesn’t know if snowy gets that it’s supposed to be romantic but of course snowy knows he’s not an idiot he just is an asshole and wants kent to actually say the words
  • so eventually kent does because he gets frustrated and is like “OH MY GOD THIS IS A DATE WE’RE ON A DATE I’M TRYING TO BE ROMANTIC DO U WANNA BE MY BOYFRIEND” and snowy’s like “lol yea” (kent: [SCREECHING IN SIMULTANEOUS ANGER AND HAPPINESS])
  • and they have a very happy and lovely weekend and christen every room in kent’s apartment and cuddle and watch reality tv and attempt to make cookies (kent: i dont think the batter’s supposed to be this thin snowy: nah its fine they’ll just be pancakes instead of cookies kent: >:c)
  • kent also tries to get kit used to snowy and he’s worried she’s gonna hate him bc she hates literally everyone he brings home but the opposite happens and she likes snowy more than kent and keeps sleeping on his tummy and purring; snowy thinks this is rly fucking funny and points it out all the time
    • snowy: i cant believe ur cat loves me more than u lol
    • kent: >:(
    • snowy: i should just take her back with me seeing as she hates u now
    • kent: >:((((((((((((((((
  • so they’re boyfriends and they do the thing where they bicker at each other all the time when they’re alone but in public & around friends they’re fucking obnoxious and gross and only have eyes for each other
  • they dont wait a super long time to come out bc snowy’s like “yo. if we came out together as bfs then neither one of us would be the first openly queer nhl player like it’d be both of us at the same time” kent: “ur a genius and i love u”
  • because they’re both assholes they come out by posting a picture of them kissing and flipping off the camera at the exact same time on both their twitters and the press goes wild and both jack and bad bob tell kent they’re proud of him and pr for the aces & the falcs are freaking out and meanwhile kent and snowy are enjoying a quiet night in with take out and call of duty
    • pr makes them do an official statement but of course they dont take it seriously at all
    • reporter: kent, when did you know you were gay? kent: im not reporter: i’m confused kent: thats cuz ur an idiot
    • reporter: why did you decide to both come out now? snowy: so i could go down in history for being the gayest and best goalie this sport has ever seen
    • reporter: are you worried about how this will affect your careers? kent: full offense the aces literally cant afford to lose me good luck winning another cup without me fellas lmao
  • snowy starts bringing kent to the bbqs the falcs vets hold sometimes and everyone Hates This because they’re really fucking annoying like snowy’s annoying by himself but kent and snowy’s combined asshole power is the most irritating thing in the world
    • also, bitty and jack go to these things so while jack and kent are friends again now, bitty is still Bitter and Petty and doesnt like having kent around that much bc he literally cant let go of shit even if it’s been years he still holds a grudge
    • bitty: hey snowy!! how’ve you been? i heard you’re up for the vezina, that’s amazing, congrats!!!! oh hello kent.
  • anyway snowy and kent are very happy together and they’re both busy but they make it work by texting and calling and skyping and snapchatting constantly and kent spends breaks and off seasons in providence and brings kit with him and the falcs get to know kent more as a person and snowy’s bf not just kent parson hockey star 
  • last thing but just imagine them going to providence pride every year after they come out and it’s even better when jack and bitty come out bc the falconers get a float and all the guys come and snowy and kent and jack and bitty are all wearing rainbow stuff and have their faces painted and are laughing and dancing and kent doesn’t think he’s ever felt so happy in his life
Klaine Advent Week One

I haven’t been able to keep up with the daily drabble prompts, so I just smooshed a week’s worth into one longer fic instead. Because that’s how I do things: sorta late and not quite right.

Ache. Balance. Cloud. Dessert. Evening. Fall. Grace.

“Santa isn’t real,” she says, matter-of-fact, arranging her peas on her plate in arching lines like a rainbow of only green. She looks up at Blaine and he can tell by the wobble on her bottom lip that’s she not as casually unruffled by this information as she would like him to believe.

Blaine falters, and she watches him falter, stuttering out an, “Uh, um,” before looking to Kurt. Kurt cuts his chicken, gives Blaine that look where his face is impassive save for that one arching eyebrow. The look that sometimes says, Really, Blaine? or Those pants are a travesty or just an all-encompassing straight to the point, What the fuck?

This evening it plainly says, This one is all you, buddy.

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She Will Be Loved - Michael Clifford [fluff]

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Anonymous - “She will be loved song pref for michael? Thank you ily <3”
A/N: Love you too and I really like this song too
Word Count - 1017

Michael’s POV

I love her, [Y/N], and I’m no longer afraid to say it. I love her smile, her hair, her eyes and every inch of her from head to toe. I’m always there for her too and I know that she’s grateful for that but I always feel second best to anyone else and there’s nothing I can do about it.

She’s been my best friend for about 2 years, we met in college, and those have been the best 2 years of my life so far. She’s light up every day and I wouldn’t change that for the world.

My phone buzzes one Saturday, It happened again

Instantly I know what’s wrong and I text back, I’ll be there soon

[Y/N] is in what you call an abusive or toxic relationship with her boyfriend James (god I hate him), nothing physical but he always makes her feel like shit, worst thing is I know she loves him. The only flaw I can find with her is the fact that she falls in love far too quickly, in the past 6 months she’s been with 5 guys, all of which were dicks, she’s fallen in love in a matter of days and they’ve hurt her, leaving me to pick up the pieces. James is the latest and so far he’s managed to weasel his way out of her breaking up with him twice after he’s cheated on her.

I don’t live particularly close to [Y/N] but I am willing to drive for miles just to get there and when I arrive I envelope her into a hug. She seems so fragile, like I could break her with a single touch, but with tears running down her face I pull her close.

“I don’t know why you’re still with him,” I mutter, kissing her forehead.

“I love him genius,” she laughs slightly nudging me and trying to dry her tears.

“You shouldn’t if he makes you feel like this,” I say. “I shouldn’t need to come and comfort you every weekend”

I follow her through to the lounge and sit with her on the sofa.

“He’s not worth your time [Y/N],” I tell her.

“H-he is,” she stutters. “The hardest relationships are the ones worth fighting for”

I swear I can feel my hear crack in two.

“You know it’s not always rainbows and butterflies,” she tells me, seeming distant. “Its compromise that keeps us going”

“Yeah but what compromise has he made for you, it’s always you who has to do anything,” I almost yell but I stop myself remember that the last time I did she cried.

“Michael this isn’t your place to argue,” she says quietly.

“If I’m the one left to console you maybe it is,” I exclaim.

She’s silent.

“Maybe I should leave”

“Maybe you should,” she mutters.

I don’t hear from her after that, but I don’t blame her after how I reacted. She doesn’t respond to me though, no texts, phone calls even emails so I start to get worried.

Missing her more than I ever thought possible I decide to investigate, there must be something she’s not telling me, so I end up driving the miles across town to her place, park a few blocks away and wait. I stand on her corner, with the rain battering down onto me, not caring at all though, just waiting for the possibility of her coming out. I’d wait for hours just waiting for her but lucky for me I don’t have to. I spot her exiting her house and as soon as she sees me too she smiles, but not her usual smile it seems almost broken.

“Mikey, what are you doing here?” she asks.

“You didn’t reply to me,” I say softly.

“W-well I’m off to get groceries,” she half chokes.

“[Y/N], we should catch up sometime, it feels like I haven’t seen you in forever,” I smile.

“Yeah that’s a good idea, I’ll call you,” she doesn’t seem truthful but she leaves none the less.

A week later, at quarter to midnight there’s a soft knocking at my front door. There she is drenched in a mixture of tears and rain on my doorstep.

“I don’t know what to do,” she weeps collapsing into my chest.

“You need someone better, [Y/N]” I attempt to console.

She shakes her head, “I shouldn’t even be here”

I furrow my brows, “Why?”

“No reason, I just… I’d better get going,” she leaves once more before I have a chance to even question her.

I go through another torturous month without her. I decide to leave her be, there has to be a reason she doesn’t want me to bother her. I put it off until it all gets too much and I show up outside her front door.

There’s no reply so I slam on the door, “[Y/N] OPEN UP!”

Suddenly I hear a voice from behind me, “Just the boy I was looking for”

It’s James. 

“What the fuck do you want?” I spin around.

“Well because of you I lost my girl,” he spits.

Your girl. She is not your girl and she has a name!” I yell.

“Well if it wasn’t for you she would be my girl,” he mutters angrily.

I lose it, I punch him, several times, before deciding to leave and go to find her. I know exactly where she’ll be and I’m right.

I find her in the very center of an empty car park. I tap on her window and she unlocks the doors.

“You seem to always be crying when I come to find you,” I joke, earning a smile.

“I did it,” she begins. “I broke up with him”

“Good,” I smile. “What made you snap?”

“He wanted me to never see you again, and I couldn’t do it,” she weeps.

I almost can’t believe it, but it’s a very James thing to do.

“Listen, [Y/N], I have something to tell you,” I decide to risk taking a deep breath. “I fucking love you”

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I CHOOSE YOU (IX)

a/n: I had originally planned this scene to be a short flashback in chapter 9, but it ended up being chapter-length, so I just made it its own chapter. :p That means chapter 10 is already partially written. :) Enjoy.

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I CHOOSE YOU (part IX)

Their kisses had slowed, both aware that if they kept them up much longer, they’d be hard-pressed to stop. And it wasn’t the right time to fall into bed together. Not yet.

So Holly reluctantly pulled back and sat up, pulling Gail with her into a sitting position.

“Is kissing a woman always like that?” Gail asked. “Because if so, I should have started kissing women a long time ago.”

Holly chuckled. “Sometimes,” she said. “But I think there still has to be a special spark. Because I’ve enjoyed kissing in the past, but not quite as much as I enjoy kissing you.”

Gail wanted to tease Holly about the sappy nature of her words, but she couldn’t find it in herself to do so in that moment. She was too over-the-moon happy that Holly felt the same way she did. Gail grinned and leaned in to give Holly once last, chaste kiss. “It’s okay,” she said. “I’m glad I saved my lesbian kiss virginity for you. Among other lesbian virginities.”

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For the fluffy ones

It’s TOTALLY ok to be the big giver that you are. Your heart is beautiful, rare and unlike anything most people have or will ever experience in this lifetime. Your heart has the power to pull hardened hearts closer, expose hidden truths and experience people in their most vulnerable and humble states. Conversely, it also makes the fall even more traumatic when you discover that everyone doesn’t love like you do.

Your bubbles have become suds. The bruises they leave seem to last sooo long. This is why you’ve called it a blessing AND a “curse”. This is why you do all you can to push people away now, always keeping everyone at arm’s length. This is why you suppress your natural, God-given gift to see people beyond the hurt they’ve caused you. THIS IS WHY you’ve decided to act out of character, hoping it’d show people “you aren’t the one to mess over…”

To be honest, those tactics don’t work and you actually know that.

YOU CAN’T HELP BUT TO HAVE THE FLUFFY HEART YOU HAVE AND LOVE PEOPLE ANYWAY! You aren’t good at not giving two flying fudge balls – because you’d actually rather give a thousand.

Your turned back has never been a match for your open arms. I’ve come to learn -and embrace-that THAT is actually never something you should be ashamed of. You were born with the heart God originally had in mind when He created us. His design for our existence is fully realized and embodied in you – yes you fluffy one! There’s nothing wrong with being one of the few who sticks to that blueprint in a world who’s decided to build its own definitions and expectations of love, friendship and trust.

But I get it. …sucks duh’in ‘it? You be in corners and on Instagram like “Aaaaahhhhh…Why would you give me a heart like THIS, Lord??“

Unfortunately, the truth of the matter is… we do live in a world where “caring” is just about the most risky thing to do. It’s a sad reality in these times. It feels like a game of Russian roulette sometimes trying to dodge disappointment and heartbreak while living on edge enough to try and experience all that your heart naturally knows is out there to experience. RISKY BUSINESS. Caring equals hurt, which leads to the fear of being hurt, which inevitably leads to more hurt AND hurting. It’s an incredibly destructive cycle to try and avoid the WRONG way. The right way takes work we feel we shouldn’t have to do. We don’t feel we should have to discern when and when not to love carelessly because it comes so naturally to us to love openly so what do we do instead? We scratch the whole operation all-together. We try to not care, we send back one-worded text messages, take away our “LOL’s” and “I love you, goodnights” but it’s NOT easy because we aren’t built to function like that. We LIVE for heart emojis and THAT’S OK!

Based on what I’ve seen and experienced,

trying to ignore that pull to walk in love only aids in our frustration and becoming the very state of being we’ve been trying to avoid: cold-hearted, fearful and selfish.

So, how do we survive in a world that isn’t necessarily conducive to the growth of rare hearts like ours while still loving as strongly as we know how to love? How do we live with this fluffy, sunshine and rainbows, “I see the God potential in you” like heart? We guard it according to God’s Word.

Proverbs 4:23 says “Keep your heart with all vigilance, for from it flow the springs of life.”

There is life in your heart and that’s a sensitive thing. This is why people gravitate towards you…including the ones who don’t have your best interest at heart. The Word is telling us that keeping a close watch is a necessary step! Don’t ignore this!

It’s not about ignoring your pull to walk in love…it’s not about not sending heart emojis. The issue isn’t other people.

The issue is that we are not knowledgeable of how to properly protect our open hearts without closing them in fear.

Getting upset and feeling hurt is a normal reaction and the word even says in Ephesians 4:26 “Be angry, and sin not.” Be upset at how you’ve been treated but DO NOT snatch the opportunity for others to see and experience the love of God through you away, in the belief that it’ll protect you from pain. It won’t.

God gives the instructions needed to maximize and effectively utilize these hearts. He created and intends for our compassion, optimism, forgiveness and purity to touch and reach the desensitized masses. Your heart – as soft and as fragile as it appears – is actually one of the most resilient, dangerous (in a good way) and powerful creations known to man because no matter how many times you get rebuffed…You. Will. NOT. Yield.

Matthew 5:44 says “But I say to you, Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you,” so it is natural to love even those who hurt you. It is not a weakness…but the Word ALSO says in Matthew 10:16, “Behold, I send you out as sheep in the midst of wolves. Therefore be wise as serpents and harmless as doves.” Your soft approach is again, not a weakness, but it must be accompanied by wisdom and discernment. ‘Wise as serpents’ means that you have to adopt that watchful eye and remain aware of your surroundings and people’s intentions. To whom much is given much is required.

Be warned that YOU WILL GET TESTED. Just because you have knowledge on how to guard your heart doesn’t mean you are now unable to get GOT. People will try you…situations will try you and everything you put your heart into will not be what God decides is for you. Disappointments will still happen but the dope part is, your understanding of how to go about conquering these challenges will change. Stress and fear won’t be your go to’s anymore. I don’t know about you but I’ll take peace and understanding through the storm ANY day over watching my back, afraid to get hurt every two minutes.

Remember…your heart wins even in battles you think you’ve lost. The Word says “…for God sees not as man sees, for man looks at the outward appearance, but the LORD looks at the heart.” 1 Samuel 16:7. Just be you. That’s all it takes to make it to the ULTIMATE finish line.

Love you,
Emmy.

BS 3.0 Part 1- Tone

I just read the article for the first time today.  I didn’t have a lot of time to read 12 pages at work and I didn’t want to put myself in an even worse mood, so most of what I knew today was circulating on Tumblr.

Honestly, most of it isn’t as bad as I thought.  I don’t want the fandom to have to read terrible things, but a bigger consideration to me when it comes to what’s good for the band’s image is how outsiders are going to view the article. Most of it is going to be neutral or positive to anyone not in the fandom reading it.

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