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  • Sherlock:*sulking in the lab*
  • Sherlock:*turns to Molly's empty desk; sighs*
  • New Pathologist:*entering* Well, if it isn't the sunshine of Bart's. Didn't expect to see you again *grins*
  • Sherlock:Mmm.
  • New Pathologist:*mock pouts* Why the frown?
  • Sherlock:Kindly remember you're no longer working in paediatrics.
  • New Pathologist:*laughs* Sorry, love, it's hard to stop. Anyway, here's the test thingy you wanted *waving the paper*
  • Sherlock:*snatches it; reading* Hmm.
  • New Pathologist:What?
  • Sherlock:Molly used to circle the anomalies, she'd also include a note at the bottom informing me of anything she might have found in her autopsy. Or if she'd needed to run more tests. She always finishes with a smiley face, too.
  • New Pathologist:*raises an eyebrow*
  • Sherlock:*frowns* I don't miss her *storms out*
  • *via Skype*
  • Molly:*smiles* How's my replacement?
  • Sherlock:Like a children's TV presenter on acid.
  • Molly:*giggles* For some that might be considered a good thing.
  • Sherlock:*smiles at her for quite a while; quickly clears his throat* Um, I miss...well, it's not the- the...Bart's is empty without-
  • Molly:*softly* I miss you, too. And, um, everyone else.
  • Sherlock:*hopeful* Come home?
  • Molly:*rolls her eyes* I've only got a week left.
  • Sherlock:*nods* Right, yes... *awkward* Listen, I was thinking...when you get back, we should-
  • *knocking at Molly's door*
  • Sherlock:*narrows his eyes* Are you...expecting someone?
  • Molly:*grinning* Oh, yeah, that's Ryan. He's taking me to dinner tonight *jumps to her feet, revealing a lovely dress*
  • Sherlock:...
  • Molly:*bites her lip* I'm sorry. We'll talk later, yeah?
  • Sherlock:Well, I-
  • Molly:*blows a kiss* Thanks, Sherlock, I'll see you later *closes her laptop*
  • Sherlock:...
  • Sherlock:*sighs* ...have dinner *closes his laptop*

I know that as far as the general public is concerned, One Direction now equals ot4– but I’m still hella salty when I see ot4 anything because for me, believing in ot4 is like believing in Zerrie or Sophiam or Elounor, it’s believing in a fabricated management narrative. And it pits 4 of my children against my 5th child– as though they aren’t still one loving unit, as though their fates aren’t still interlinked. Some people try to be ot4 + Zayn but imo that’s still accepting the fakery as real, it’s still believing to some degree the nasty narrative that has been built around this so-called departure. And, well, the evidence doesn’t support a real, organic departure.

So, I do not support ot4. I do not play ball with management’s bullshit. My love has been and always will be for ot5. What does that mean when Zayn’s not seen with 1D? It means: each guy (Zayn too) has suffered tremendously with beards and bad narratives and a nightmarish work schedule, and each guy (Zayn too) deserves a thorough analysis of the dumbfuckery he’s linked to. It means, yup, Larry is real, but anyone trying to out them for personal glory needs to take several seats on a bed of porcupine needles. It means, stop sleeping on Ziam just because you’re mesmerized by Sophia’s face; use your Elounor-sharpened detective skills and solve the puzzle. It means, yeah, Babygate is ridiculous and shady as hell, but so is the idea that Zayn would leave in this way. It means, when the fandom comes for Zayn for no good reason, I will become a fire-breathing dragon on his behalf, because though he’s too famous to need my tiny ass defending him to a bunch of shitty fucknuggets on Tumblr, I’m nonetheless invested in calling out the ignorance and racism that hurts other pocs who see the way that man of color is treated/discussed. The fandom is not exempt from scrutiny and analysis too.

I love Harry, Louis, Liam, Zayn and Niall probably too much for my own good– but I do not love the concept of ot4. I’m ambivalent about Zolo Zayn too. There’s just too much we don’t know yet. So– we all need to stay wide awake and remember that the game is still on.

foxmulderscully asked:

when scully becomes assistant director, they totally can afford a nice house in the suburbs and mulder totally knows all of their neighbors names and is already in a weird hate relationship with the guy across the street who made a snide comment about the apple tree mulder planted in the backyard

mulder hosts a monthly poker game, and originally it’s just the lone gunmen and that one neighbor who told mulder she liked his flying saucer weathervane (it turns out she used to work at a casino out in vegas. They lost a lot of money and frohike’s watch before mulder caught onto that one, and moved her to dealer instead.)

but the news of the game gets out, and a couple guys from the neighborhood ask if there are a couple extra seats—and then a couple more. And then a couple more.

the poker game becomes notorious throughout the neighborhood, invitations from mulder a cause for Sneaky Suburban One-upmanship And scully works long hours and her head is mostly at the FBI, but she starts to notice people around the neighborhood are much nicer to her??? and they always drop hints about being free thursday night. It doesn’t really click until one day she comes home from work and opens the fridge and finds half a dozen tupperware containers with kuegel and pie and a case of imported beer she’s certain mulder didn’t buy, plus there are baseball tickets for a game next weekend beneath a magnet on the fridge, and mulder mentions a standing invitation to be in someone’s golf foursome.

(scully helps herself to the pasta salad and wonders if mulder is naturally stubborn, or just deliberately waited to become a shadowy kingpin until there wasn’t a Smoking Man or a Syndicate who wanted him to be.)

(………..she really isn’t sure which.)

PSA to my followers just one last time:

I love each and every one of you desperately, and you’re all wonderful. But it’s never cool to send anon hate. I don’t know who was involved in all the drama tonight, and it definitely wasn’t cool, but there were a lot of hateful messages sent from people on both sides that were clearly our followers. So just think about what you send before you send it, yeah? Words can hurt. Be nice to people. It’s a simple rule to live by.

alyssondraws asked:

Gravity Falls for the fandom thing?

Hokay!  Lemme give this a try.

  1. my beautiful cinnamon roll too good for this world fave: Baby Shapeshifter
  2. my trash-shit fave: Grunkle Stan
  3. my I love to hate them fave: Gideon!
  4. my I hate to love them fave: Dipper 
  5. my I wouldn’t piss on them if they were on fire non-fave: Bill probably.  Because he’s a jerk but also he’d probably say some shit like ‘it tickles!’
  6. my I didn’t care about them either way at first but the fandom makes such a big deal about them now I can’t stand them non-fave: Robbie
  7. my I could take them or leave them kinda non-fave: Pacifica
  8. my I will go down with this ship and I won’t put my hands up and surrender, there will be no white flag above my door. I’m in love and always will be fave ship: Oh gosh.  I really don’t have any ships for Gravity Falls.  Ahhhh… Oh!  Grenda and…Julius?  The hot rich guy.  Now that’s a good ship!
  9. my dirtybadwrong fave ship: Wendy x Bill
  10. my they’re cute together and I dig them but I’m not all that terribly invested kinda fave ship: Dipper and Pacifica
  11. my I didn’t care about this ship either way at first but the fandom makes such a big deal about it now I can’t stand it non-fave ship: Tambry
  12. my MAKE IT STOP non-fave ship: Pinecest (well no shit)

you weren’t just an old man, even though taryn and ray and probably connor can’t remember you past that. (dennis and i, though– we can.) you especially weren’t just a sick old man.

you were a marine. you were a curator. you were a teacher. you were a scientist. you supervised excavations, directed planetariums, and worked for nasa. you were a publisher of articles and photographs. you were a father and a grandfather. a fisherman, a gardener, and a carpenter. you built our sailboat - the quarter moon, i still remember - and carved my walking stick and caught us frogs and taught us the difference between newts and lizards and salamanders. you taught me about the stars and the planets. you helped me with any projects in school involving astronomy. you held me on your lap. you drove me around your yard on the lawnmower. you sang old songs and recited silly rhymes and spouted profound advice when it was needed the most.

you were brilliant, absolutely brilliant. you were filled with faith and kindness and love. you were selfless and generous. you smiled. you were my hero.

i love you. i miss you.

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