When I see people complaining about the flaws in Eurus’ plan (i.e. how did she get that fake cell put up, etc.) I find myself laughing because I’m the daughter of an architect. I’m the granddaughter of an architect. I’ve grown up playing with Barbie dolls while on building sites. Architects and builders do not give a shit what they’ve been commissioned to build. They see it in terms of extensions, refurbishments, what walls need to be knocked down, what dimensions can be fitted, etc. etc. What you do with it is your business.
This is probably how the conversation would’ve gone down:
Governor: We need you to build a fake cell at the bottom of the garden, facing the house. You will be paid handsomely for your discretion.
Architect: So, it’s like a studio. What dimensions are the garden?
Builder: I’ve done small bathrooms, I’m cool with anything.
Honestly, the only thing that could’ve stopped Eurus is planning permission.
I promised myself I wouldn’t do this, but well… I follow a decent amount of Sherlock blogs/people who sometimes blog about the show and in the past week I have seen nothing but hate on my dashboard. Yes, a funny post here and there, but mostly hatred towards either the writers, producers, or actors. Here’s what makes me both sad and angry at the same time.
If you hated the episode so much, why do you still watch the show? Was the episode perfect? No. Were there scenes that didn’t make a lot of sense and plotholes that could’ve been handled better? Yes (in my opinion, at least).
I’ve seen people go to Benedicts filming location in London only to tell him that they hated the episode and that “Sherlolly needs to happen!”, “Johnlock is the only true ship” or “insert whatever argument, there sure are many of those floating around”. I mean, yes, a lot of stuff could’ve been handled better in my opinion (and everyone elses, it seems) but there is seriously no need to be a dick about it to people who make this show happen for us the best way they can.
I know most of you are angry at either Moffat or Gatiss, maybe even other people, and you have every right to feel that way. I feel the same way about some things but I will not go to London to find let’s say Benedict and tell him that. I will not post really nasty things about Gatiss online. There are other ways to handle these things. Write emails to the BBC, send letters, make some beautiful art and send it their way. I’ve seen it happen with other shows and things I’ve worked on and trust me - it works.
I met Gatiss and he is a very smart and kind man and I’m sure it wasn’t his idea to purposely hurt you/me/us. I’m sure Moffat is not doing things to spite us. Maybe he is, who knows? Can I be sure? No.
I am sad that this amazing fandom is spreading hate instead of love and kindness. I am sad that people feel the need to “stalk” actors (in this case, Benedict) only to tell him that they hated the episode, meaning they hated his work, too. Don’t forget that they are just people and that all of this hate is really unnecessary.
You have the right to be angry but please, don’t spread hate. Talk to your friends about it, post about it on here, but do not attack people on social media and/or in person. If you have no one to talk to, I’d be glad to hear you out.
I encourage you to spread fan art, that beautiful fan art I’ve seen none of lately. Write fanfiction, draw your favorite character(s), make art.
Take your broken hearts and make it into art, as our beautiful Carrie would say.
I write about the things I love. I write about the things that make me sad and hurt. Basically, I write about you because seriously, you are the only person who can give me a rollercoaster of feelings. I love you but at the same time, you are the reason of my tears. And suddenly, my writings are all about you since I write my heart out and I will never get tired of writing about what’s inside it which is you. Only you.
Damnit. (Y/N) just had to wear that to the gym today. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. The way her black sports bra hugged her chest cut low enough that I could watch her chest rise and fall with every breath she took. I could see the way the single bead of sweat ran down between her breasts.
To top it all off, the tight black spandex shorts weren’t doing me any favors. Well, not any that would ensure I win this practice spar match. They hung low enough on her hips to make me question if she had any underwear on underneath. Gripping her ass just the right way to let me see every curve…imagining how my hands would cup them perfectly as she jumped up and wrapped her legs around my waist.
I couldn’t take it anymore. All I could do was picture (Y/N) on top of me, underneath me, in various ways and various places.
That’s when I felt it.
*** (Y/N) POV **
“On your left!” Steve shouted at Bucky. Thankfully, for me Bucky was to distracted to block my kickshot. All I could hear was a loud thud as Bucky hit the ground groaning. He was muttering something under his breath as he stood up.
“Damnit Bucky. I said on your left.” Steve ran back over that look of “you fucking idiot” written all over his face. Natasha ran over to meet us. High-fiving me for taking out the big, bad assassin known as Winter Soldier. We shared a secret smirk. Not so big and bad now.
“I don’t understand why you can’t seem to get it together, Buck.” Steve just scoffed looking at me.
“I think Bucky has been distracted, maybe he something or someone on his mind. “ I said teasingly. My eyes raking over Bucky’s form. I wanted to test Natasha’s theory of Bucky having some pent sexual tension towards me. I made a mental note to thank her late for her choice of sparring attire.
Bucky huffed as all three of us turned to look at him. “Alright fine. I wasn’t listening. I was undressing you with my eyes.” Bucky motioned to me. His eyes made their way all over my body. “Have you seen what you’re wearing? You aren’t leaving much to my imagination, doll.” He shot me a sly grin.
“I knew it!” Natasha shouted as she looked at Steve holding out her hand. “You owe me $20 Rogers. Told you he wouldn’t be able to keep his shit together if she wore this.” Nat just made the “give it” motion with her palm.
“Fine, I’m just glad he finally said something. I got tired of hearing him say her name every night …when he was alone in his room.” Steve said as he walked over to get his wallet. Natasha followed suit, both of them grinning and laughing.
“Do you wanna tell me exactly what you were thinking?” I whispered to Bucky. My voice low and seductive. He looked back over at me, grabbed me by waist and just grinned. I felt his metal arm slide down to my ass and grabbed it tightly.
“I’d prefer to show you everything.” He whispered in my ear. He trailed his hand up to my waistband of my shorts teasingly running his flesh fingers just right below the hem. “No panties, just like I thought.” Bucky smirked.
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