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The INTJ (NiTeFiSe)

Introverted Intuition (Ni):

  • Futuristic minded, often comfortable forming personal expectations of how situations will turn out
  • Prone to inaction until they have “foreseen” the outcome or negative consequences
  • Comfortable reading between the lines or “intuititing” the motives of others
  • Endlessly ponders perspectives and ideas until shaping them into a specific singular conclusion or viewpoint
  • Open to altering these perspectives or visions, but requires extensive time to do so (unable to improvise in the moment or respond quickly to environmental shifts)
  • Predominantly characterized by well-developed imaginative abilities and mental wanderings
  • Often spends a great deal of time simply thinking
  • Prone to reflection on scenarios, on pondering information, and forming individualized abstract concepts or revisiting concepts of interest
  • May be prone to excessive daydreaming, creating intricate inner worlds or universes, or mentally replaying elements of their own personal experience
  • Not always inclined to share their imaginative tendencies or thoughts with others
  • Develops complex mental inner landscapes, shaped and continually revised by new information
  • May find acquiring new knowledge to “complete” the details of their instinctual knowledge tiresome, and prefer to work off intuitive insight rather than detail-driven awareness
  • Sometimes slow or reluctant to adopt or update new information (if not eager to shift their worldview)
  • Confident about analyzing the implications of gathered information
  • May view others’ ideas with skepticism or scrutiny
  • Can perceive others’ intellectual contributions as limited in scope
  • Occasionally prone to fatalistic thinking or general self-doubt
  • May pay little attention to maintaining their sensory surroundings
  • Might prefer observance in order to gain understanding of a situation rather than active participation

Extroverted Thinking (Te):

  • Places great importance on factual accuracy and understanding how things work
  • Able to articulate factual reasons for many of their opinions and decisions
  • Can offer information to others that is accurate and contains “proof” (through medical studies, obvious logic, examples, etc)
  • Excels in accumulating factual and objective information in areas of personal interest
  • Good at rational problem-solving and striving to make their goals a reality
  • Tends to want something to show for their time and mental energy
  • Enjoys focusing on and seeing a task through to completion
  • Good at articulating their insights into frank advice for others
  • Is aware of the financial implications of their decisions, and inclined to factor that into the choices they make, personal and otherwise
  • Often respects others with a good work ethic, and strive for one themselves
  • May challenge the information being exchanged by others if it is inaccurate
  • Able to channel their energy toward creative criticism and improvement
  • Tends to evaluate others on terms of reliability and productivity in the workplace

Introverted Feeling (Fi):

  • Values others who keeps their commitments and doesn’t misplace the INTJ’s trust
  • Tends to deeply internalize their feelings, resisting outward displays of feeling
  • Prioritizes that which is most important to them in life
  • Has a strong sense of individuality
  • Dislikes anyone who ‘forces’ others into specific behaviors or removes choices from their life
  • Has a set of values by which they operate, distinct from social expectations
  • Often feels things more intensely than they let on
  • Sometimes prone to devaluing the human element in problem-solving, leading others to mistake their logic-driven solution with “coldness”
  • Forms a deep kinship to a few people who have earned their respect
  • Places a great deal of importance on ethical principles
  • Develops a strong sense of goodwill and loyalty toward others that have proven themselves trustworthy
  • Can be calm, attentive, and sympathetic listeners
  • When unhealthy or in a bad place emotionally, may be inclined to aggressively attack others’ intelligence, ideas, or character
  • Tends to make relationship decisions and stand by them
  • May appear overly polite, formal, or distant in social situations
  • Often reluctant to enlist the assistance of other people, desiring self-reliance instead

Extroverted Sensing (Se):

  • Prone to inaction in making their dreams a reality, or the temptation to “think” instead of “do”
  • Often finds interaction with the outside sensory world empty and unfulfilling
  • May fall into reproducing past experiences instead of finding new interests  
  • Often deals with sensory reality in clumsy or inexperienced ways
  • Under stress, may be prone to excessive sensory behaviors (too much drinking, casual flings, and reckless, hedonistic, or irresponsible actions)

Drawn from MBTI / Socionics descriptions. Compiled by Charity.

Hired Help (Part 2) (Deadpool x reader)

Part 1

Language, obviously, because it’s Deadpool.

“Run, run, run,” Deadpool muttered under his breath, pushing you up off of him with a loud grunt so that you rolled right into the pile of shattered glass.  “I think I just saw someone!”

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anonymous asked:

ok human vision theory kinda? so we know that thanos wants fucking rek vision right and we also know through the comics that vision can alter his appearance so maybe he is in like human form as a way to hide from thanos yafeel. like thanos is looking for a red weirdo so a human paul bettany is not that as to why hes not in red

It’s quite possible! It’s gotta depend on how Thor: Ragnarok and Black Panther end, because if that’s the case, one of them has to convey to the audience that the Avengers know Thanos is coming for real.

It’s definitely the case that he’s in disguise. My guess is he’s secretly meeting with Wanda, who is still on the run because of the Accords.

Of extra interesting note, Wanda is wearing clearly different clothes, implying these scenes take place over more than one day (like maybe he spent the night…).

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Was it hot?

Someone save my soul because Leo has stolen it. Ten pages, single spaced. I literally got thirsty when writing this and had to drink water. xoxox Admin O

Warning:  Smut

(someone find the owner of this pic so I can give credit)

Your feet hurt. By the way that they were being squeezed in your shoes, you could tell that they were nice and swollen. “The perks of having to stand for eight hours,” you thought to yourself. Sighing deeply, you unlocked your apartment door and flung it open. Scowling, you carelessly kicked off your shoes and dropped your purse somewhere in the general vicinity of the shoe rack. Feeling along the wall with your fingers, you flicked on the light switch. As soon as you were blinded with brightness, a loud cheer of “Surprise!” rang out.

Shocked stiff, you gawked from your tiny foyer at the crowd of people crammed into your apartment. Poppers burst and a cloud of streamers obscured your vision before you could properly take stock of who was there. A myriad of colored crepe paper and latex balloons clinging to the wall with tape served as a decorative background to the warm welcome. A small hand wrapped around your wrist and tugged you in. Compliantly, you followed, brain working overtime to catch up. The group erupted into a thunderous offbeat rendition of “Happy Birthday” and your good friend Mina emerged from the back of the apartment carrying a cake with lit candles. It was only then did you realize that you were being led along by Sojin. Finally able to make some sense of the situation, you broke into a toothy grin.

As you leaned in to blow out the candles and make a wish, Mina caught the side of your face with a finger full of frosting. Playfully, you laughed, feeling a hundred times better than when you had first walked in. You shut your eyes and made a simple wish before blowing hard. All the candles went out with one try and applause followed suit. Mina quickly took the cake back to the kitchen to cut and plate. Sojin ushered you out of your coat. Slowly unbuttoning the garment allowed you scan your unusually packed space. All your friends from school plus a few semi-familiar faces were there.

“When did you guys plan this?” you asked when Hyeri floated by. “Did you think that we were going to let you just work and do nothing on your birthday?” Yura said, appearing behind you. She took your jacket as if you were a guest in her home and not the other way around. Sojin had found a napkin to wipe your face off with just like the mother figure she was. You could hear the sudden exclamations of excitement when Hyeri and Mina started to distribute slices of cake. “Wait! The birthday girl gets the first bite,” Mina announced just as Ken from the Music department had reached for a piece. A fork of mostly butter cream was thrust into your face and conveniently used as a distraction so that Hyeri could glaze your other cheek in frosting. Ignoring her antics, you ate the wad of sugar and smiled just to show off your now blue teeth.

Just beyond the giggles, you caught sight of Leo from the theater department already halfway through a slice. You wondered how he had managed to hijack it without anyone noticing. However, before you could give it any more thought, you were being steered towards the sofa. Yura was directing you to the coffee table which was covered in bottles of various liquors. Taking the fresh paper towel being offered to you by one of the girls from class, you cleaned off your cheek. “Time to open your gifts,” she stated and pushed you down to sit. The entire table was so filled with alcohol that you could barely make out the wood top underneath.

Glancing around, you tried to look for a box or at least a gift bag. “What gifts?” you questioned when you spotted none. Hyeri kneeled in front of the table and gestured to the rows of glass, “These.” Gaping, you reevaluated the number. There were over a dozen liquors, some clearly imported. There were also a few packs of beer on the floor off to the side. Each person must have brought at least a bottle for there to be so many. “Let’s get started,” Sojin said as she took a seat next to you with a bottle opener in hand. A couple of people from your major gathered around, waiting for their chance at a drink like the college kids they were. Cracking open the Smirnoff, you filled a line of mismatched shot glasses before giving a short toast. Everyone drained their cups all at once and someone turned up the music.

The atmosphere was lively with everyone finding something to do. You noticed Leo leaning against a wall with a beer, observing the clowning around of his friends. It reminded you of the day you first saw him, bracing against the vending machine outside of the library with his headphones in. He was just as pretty to you now as he was then. Yura grabbed your shoulder and shook you, refocusing your attention. She handed you another shot and clinked glasses with you. Happily, you drank and after that the booze flowed freely. Mingling with the new faces became considerably easier as time went on. It wasn’t long before you found your stomach grumbling with a lack of dinner. Sneaking into the kitchen, you found Mina trying to secretly munch on a piece of cake. She smiled sheepishly with crumbs all over her mouth. “Eat before Sojin sees,” you ordered as you set your cup down on the counter, taking note that there wasn’t any more cake left. Her dieting was probably killing her. Mina was still hesitant, stabbing at the plate in contemplation. You realized you were hungrier than you thought you were when you watched her. “Who are all those guys?” you asked as you walked over and had Mina feed you a bite. “Some boys from the Arts Department that Hyeri invited to even out the guy to girl ratio,” she answered while shielding her plate from you when you went in for another nibble. You curled your lip at the overprotection of her cake and took a swig of your rum and cola instead.

A noisy shout from the other room had both of you snapping your heads around. Chuckling at Mina who remembered to set her dessert down, you headed out first. You paused for a second at the sight of everyone sitting in a circle around the coffee table that had been cleared off. The girls were on the sofa and the boys sat cross-legged on the floor. In the center of them all, there was an empty bottle of whiskey lying on its side. Too late to retreat, Yura and Hyeri were already waving you over. The boys scooted back to make room for you and Mina nudged you forward. Meekly, you took your place, glad that you were wearing pants. Mina made herself cozy on the couch’s armrest. “It’s truth or dare,” Yura explained. Nodding, you carefully peered anywhere but in Leo’s direction. Looking everywhere but there, you took note of how handsome all the Arts boys were. Not a single one of them was less than one hundred eighty centimeters tall. Even sitting on the floor they were a full head above you. Maybe the alcohol was altering your vision. You lightly slapped yourself and a moment too late hoped that no one saw.

Thankfully, Ravi the music major chattered loudly enough to distract everyone. His voice was deeper than you expected as he reached out and spun the bottle. It landed on the tallest of the boys and he grinned mischievously. “Truth,” the blonde picked and received a bunch of boos. “You’re ruining the mood, Hyuk. You have to pick dare,” N the dance major complained from his spot near Sojin’s feet. He had smartly perched himself where he could rest against the base of the sofa. “Truth,” the other boy reaffirmed. Another round of groans followed, but Ravi looked intent, “Is it true that you walk by the Biology department every day on purpose?” Your jaw dropped. You weren’t expecting the game to be so indiscrete. Hyuk was turning red from his neck upwards. It looked like he wasn’t expecting such a personal question either. “Yes,” he mumbled quietly. Immediately, a mix of jeers and cheers filled the room. Unable to help yourself, you laughed along with everyone. You were going to have to watch out for Hyuk creeping around the labs from now on to see which girl he was trying to catch sight of.

He irately spun the bottle, still trying to swallow his embarrassment. Using too much strength, the bottle flew off course and Hyeri caught it before it could smash on the floor. She gave Hyuk a good scolding before twirling it herself. It slowed until it pointed at the other blonde boy that you had been stealing glances at all night. The way Leo rested his weight on his palms was reminiscent of the way he sat on the university stage when you had gone to watch Mina rehearse for a play. Leo had been cast as the male lead and every time he opened his mouth it was like your ears were being filled with liquid gold. His voice was soft and sweet and entranced you. It didn’t hurt that he was beautiful. Leo was attractive in an unconventional way. His eyes were sharp and dipped in the inner corners like a cat’s. His lips were baby pink and as full as his cheeks. Though he had the face of a child, his body was all man with broad shoulders and lean muscle.

Hyuk’s purpose was revenge and though it wasn’t on the person he really wanted, anyone would do. You could see the malice written in his expression and were relieved to think that you weren’t on the receiving end. “Truth or dare?” Ravi asked all too pleasantly. “Dare,” came the gentle reply. Like a mouse had run directly into his trap, Hyuk pounced, “I dare you to play too hot with the birthday girl.” It took you a long moment to process his words and you laughed along with everyone before completely freezing with stun. Wide-eyed, you panned from Hyuk to Leo who was clearly blushing back to Hyuk who was looking more like Satan. At full volume, the boys shouted encouragements and the girls giggled. Someone removed the bottle from the table and then Leo was sitting on it, his legs on either side of the piece of furniture. You weren’t sure when Yura had moved but she not so covertly pushed you forward from behind. Catching yourself on your knees, you popped up with the purpose of yelling at Yura but Leo took your hand. He wrenched you closer, all the while hanging his head in shame. Someone wolf whistled and teasing ensued. You sat facing Leo, legs dangling since you were too short to sit like that and still have your feet touch the floor.

The music switched to something sexier and you tried to ignore your blatant audience. Leo finally looked up, but he was biting his lip in frustration. The sight did nothing for your nerves and you found yourself gulping hard. You were at a complete loss. You had no idea what to do. Should you just go along and take advantage of the situation or be as ashamed as Leo? Sensing your discomfort, Hyeri wedged a glass of who knows what into your hand. Leo was also given a drink followed by a supportive clap on the back by the guy with dimples flanking his smile. Too anxious to say thank you or even form words, you silently raised your glass. Leo tapped his can of beer against your liquid courage and you both downed the alcohol. After the fire in your throat had cooled, you concentrated again on the gorgeous man in front of you.

You could tell that something had shifted when you looked into his eyes. The overbearing awkwardness had been replaced with determination. His name suited him best in that moment because he looked like a lion ready to consume you whole. Licking your dry lips, you averted your gaze. As if to force you to look at him, Leo made his first move and ran the backs of his nails down your arms. Unintentionally shuddering at the startling touch, you earned yourself a few taunts. The noise rapidly died down though and stillness once again reigned. You were initially taken aback but it seemed that the booze had made it past your stomach and into your bloodstream because the next thing you knew, you were tipping forward to run your palms over his muscular thighs. Proud with your bold move, you retracted your hands. You hadn’t realized that you had just started something you couldn’t finish.

Igniting the competitive monster within Leo, he locked his hands behind your head and jerked you forward. Faces mere centimeters apart, the air in your lungs got caught as you forgot how to breathe. He smirked smugly and glanced at your lips before making eye contact again as he retreated. A collective “ooh” sounded, but you paid it no mind. It was only when Leo returned to bracing himself on his arms did you remember that you needed oxygen. “Cocky bastard,” you thought to yourself and resisted the urge to scowl. Two could play that game.

Sliding closer, you rested a hand on his shoulder so you could run the tip of your nose up the side of this throat. Once you got to his ear, you laughed in provocation that only he could hear. One of the girls gasped and you sat back with an eyebrow raised, daring him to do better. Briefly, dark lust crossed Leo’s face. But it happened so quickly that you could have easily imagined it. Lithe fingers traced your jaw line before gripping it. Tenderly, his thumb stroked your cheekbone. The gesture would have been endearing if it weren’t for his other hand slipping under the hem of your shirt to press against the skin of your tummy. Lingering, Leo was slow to end his turn, leaving you reeling in the electricity of his touch.

Praying that he didn’t notice the goose bumps he had caused, you knew that you had to get even. Tank top visible under his knit sweater, mimicking him was ruled out as an option. A sudden idea popped into your head and you couldn’t disguise the naughtiness you had in mind. Scooting even closer, your knees pressed directly against Leo’s, leaving minimal space between you two. Then your notoriously freezing fingertips plunged below the neckline of Leo’s shirt and traced along his collar bone. Reflexively twitching at the unexpected cold, Leo inhaled sharply. For a finishing flourish you let your nails lightly scrape against his Adam’s apple and applied a hint of pressure mischievously at the base of his neck just to show him who was boss. You were done with the barely there caresses. You wanted to win.

“Aren’t you guys being too timid?” N’s voice cut the silence that the room had unconsciously fallen into as they enjoyed the show. “It should be like this!” he drunkenly shouted as he jumped Ken, attempting to plant wet-looking kisses on Ken’s face. Ken feigned a brief struggle before turning the tables and knocking N to the floor to climb on top of him and pretend to make out. And like that, the atmosphere was broken and the game was over.

Truth or dare continued but eventually some people went off to their own nooks to socialize before heading home. One by one, your friends old and new, thanked you for a good time and left. Around midnight the group of tall boys departed, practically dragging a very inebriated N along. You couldn’t help the way your eyes followed Leo, who didn’t even look back. Mina was no more sober than N, slurring her words and standing upright only with Hyeri’s help. You waved bye to the girls and eased the door shut before you could fall through the doorway. The alcohol didn’t spare you either, especially since you hadn’t had a chance to eat. You all but sagged into the wall when you turned back to the living room.  Bottles and cups were scattered everywhere. Sighing, you decided that you would deal with the mess in the morning.

Just as you moved towards the bathroom to wash up, a strident knock came from the entrance. Without missing a beat, you turned on your heel to follow the sound. Figuring it was probably someone who forgot something, you didn’t bother to check the peephole and flung the door wide open. Leo stoically standing on your welcome mat was the picture that greeted you. His hands were shoved in his pockets and he seemed to be studying the ground. Thinking that you were drunkenly imagining things, you chuckled. But when he stepped nearer, your laughter was harshly cut off. There really was a beautiful man gracing your doorstep.

Wordlessly, he stepped past you and strayed into the hallway. Shutting the door in disbelief, you tactlessly asked, “What are you doing here?” Leo paused to take in the disaster zone that was currently your apartment before turning to face you. “We never determined a winner,” he replied. Laughing in amazement, you questioned, “Are you serious?” Leo simply nodded in response. Fleetingly, you considered taking another shot to quell the sudden apprehension gnawing at your belly. You were intoxicated and alone in your empty apartment with your crush who wanted to continue a game of too hot. You closed your eyes and took a few deep breaths to will yourself to calm down. Looking back up, the table still full with at least four half-empty bottles seemed eons away as Leo regarded you with parted lips. It seemed that the alcohol still had a hold on him too as his eyes were painted with curiosity.

Good judgment was something that had left once you blew out the candles on your cake. You were attracted to Leo, that much was painfully obvious. Now he was requesting to play a game that you couldn’t possibly win in a situation like this. But for some odd reason, you weren’t all that adverse to it. Maybe it was the mix of cocktails blurring your reasoning. Without warning, long fingers raised your chin up so that you could concentrate on him. Doe-eyed, you didn’t know how you were supposed to resist the temptation. Leo tapped a soft tune across your jaw and down the side of your neck. Indulging in the sensation, you tilted your head to the side. Just as you had begun to shut your eyes, the touch was gone.

“You know what I want.”

Peering back up, Leo wore a triumphant smirk. If he wanted to play, then surely it was a game he was going to get. Grasping hold of his forearms, you dragged him in until your chest was plastered against his. Not even flinching, his dusky brown eyes searched yours for your aim. It was his unspoken way of asking if you were sure. And you were. To prove it, you walked him backwards towards the sofa. His calves hit the base of the couch and he lost balance. Leo involuntarily plopped down. You remained standing, relishing the way you got to tower over him. Swiftly, Leo’s wiry arms clasped around your middle and tugged. It was your turn to fall and he didn’t miss the opportunity to haul you into his lap. Your knees settled on either side of his thighs and you gripped his shoulders to steady yourself. Surprised by his uncharacteristic forwardness, you gawked as he interlocked his fingers behind your back. He held fast, not allowing you any extra room to escape as he pulled you flush against him.

Any conceit you felt was overcome by the apparent slyness that Leo was now donning. The hesitant lanky boy from earlier had been replaced by a completely confident man. You wondered if it was the lack of spectators or the intoxication causing the change, but honestly, it didn’t matter. You enjoyed both sides of him. Seeing that his move was over, you let go of you inhibitions fully and did what you had been thinking about doing all night. You kissed him. It was a firm press of your lips against his, nothing more and nothing less. A second ticked by and he dipped his head to deepen the kiss. His mouth moved in time with yours, eventually working its way to prying your lips apart. Leo’s breath was sweet and you vaguely wondered if he had some of the plum wine that Yura had brought from Japan. Then you could taste the sugar on your tongue when he slid his taste buds against yours. It was clear that Leo had been eating strawberry candy and the thought made you smile.

Realizing that you were smiling, Leo pulled back and you could see the grin etched on his face as well. Pleased, you cupped his cheeks and kissed him soundly again. He slanted his head and kittenishly licked into your mouth. Startled by the foreign feeling, you gasped, literally stealing the air from his lungs. Leo froze and you immediately went to apologize. Before you could get the words out, his fingers had curled into the bottom of your shirt. He yanked upwards and after a moment of confused flailing, your shirt had been tossed haphazardly into the abyss of long forgotten streamers and balloons.

His digits determinedly dug into the flesh of your sides before gliding up to snap the band of your bra. The unanticipated aggression caught you off guard and your abdominal muscles clenched at the development. Refusing the urge to plead too hot, you matched punch for punch and stripped Leo of his shirt. There was considerable fumbling since he wore long sleeves but it was worth the trouble as you drank in the image of his wide shoulders and thick biceps in his undershirt. Taking it as if your turn was over, Leo smoothed a hand over your upper arm as his fingers tiptoed straight up from your navel to between your breasts. The rush of stimulation made your head spin and only worsened the pleasure you were drowning in.

There was no way you were going to win but you were too stubborn not to try. Incited, you took the delicate skin under Leo’s jaw between your teeth. Open-mouthed bites with your lips followed as you made a path down his throat and between his collarbones. Leo radiated heat as his blood ran hotly with hunger. Hitting fabric, you retraced your steps with more force, sucking and nipping until purple bruises bloomed beneath your lips. You could hear the way he was breathing harder and were glad to have such an effect on him. Running a hand through your hair, you sat back just enough to survey your handiwork. Hickeys littered his pale skin and a faint rosiness had settled in his cheeks. His lips were red and swollen but it was his eyes that started an ache between your legs. They were dark, almost black, and glazed over with raw desire. They saw right through you and made your heart pick up pace.

Sighing, he commented, “You don’t give me a second to rest.” Large hand finding its way to your backside, Leo gave your ass a tight squeeze. His hand lingered on your butt as the bridge of his nose met your shoulder and ran horizontally until he could grip your bra strap with his teeth and slip it down. The move was probably the most sensuous thing you had ever experienced and had your head falling back as tingles shot down your spine. You were going to go crazy you concluded. Leo was going to drive you to madness and you were going to love every bit of it.

Returning his half-lidded stare evenly, you didn’t know what to do next. All you knew was that godforsaken undershirt needed to go and now. A stitch audibly ripped as you all but tore the material off of him. Your mouth watered as you took in Leo’s evident abs. The lines of each muscle were contoured just enough to your liking and you had to swipe at your mouth to make sure you weren’t drooling. Amused by your reaction, Leo piqued an eyebrow. The self-satisfied expression coupled with his bare skin was almost too much to handle. You could feel your folds getting damp and he hadn’t even touched you there yet. Fingers tangling in his bleach blonde hair, you rolled your hips down onto his bulge as your lips grazed just below his ear.

Leo shuddered, feeling the heat from your core on his half-hard length. With unmasked strength, he clutched your hips and delivered a blunt thrust to your center. Amply riled up, you moaned from where you perched your head in the juncture of Leo’s neck and shoulder. Your breath tickled the fine hairs at the base of his scalp and the resonance of your pitched voice spurred him on. His fingers skimmed under the clasp of your bra as he tapped an impatient rhythm against your spine. Torn between just giving in and playing a little more, you opted for the latter. Kissing your way back to his lips, you let your nails rake down his torso and settle on his belt. Without looking, unbuckling the darn thing seemed to be impossible, but you had all the time in the world to try as Leo seemed unwilling to untangle his tongue from yours.

Finally getting his belt undone, you set to work on the button and zipper of his pants which seemed to be considerably easier to deal with. Hard work paying off, you were granted more access. Intentionally slipping your hand over his underwear instead of in it, you rubbed Leo’s growing erection. His back arched ever so slightly and you dipped down to flick your tongue across his nipple. He groaned melodiously and you were immediately addicted to the sound. Teasing complete, you recoiled your hand. Dissatisfied, Leo threw you off of him. Alarmed, you teetered as you got back on your feet, trying to avoid falling backwards on to the coffee table.

Before you could even get upset at the carelessness, Leo was up and over you, hand flat against your shoulder and pressing you down. Body still uncertain if it could correct the disequilibrium, your knees bent at Leo’s command. Less than gently, your back met the cold wooden floor and you shivered. Leo dropped as well, kneeling over you. Your comfortable dress pants meant for long hours of work posed no threat to Leo as they easily slid right off under his persuasive grip. More skin met with unheated floor and you trembled. But then fingers stretched over the tops of your thighs and long thumbs dug in between them far too low to be satisfying. Leo spread your legs as wide as they could go between the sofa and the table, which was adequate enough to fit his narrow hips snuggly against the seat of your panties.

The dominance of it all had you wet enough to feel the cloth of your underwear stick unpleasantly to your folds. Smoothing over your hair far too gently to be comforting, Leo asked, “Hot enough?” The cockiness written all over his face wanted you to admit defeat, but while you were being assaulted from all sides by want, you rejected the idea of losing. As if to reinforce total obedience, Leo drove himself again into you, now fully erect. Whimpering, your toes curled and your hands balled into fists as the undeniable delight rocketed through you.

Leo sunk on to his elbows, enabling him to lap at your over-sensitized neck before biting down hard enough to leave marks. Reaching your breaking point and needing more, you gave. “Too hot,” you mumbled airily, feeling the vibrations of your voice bounce off Leo’s lips and back against your skin. He scoffed and pushed himself up on to his palms. For a horrific moment you thought he was going to up and leave now that he had won. However, that worry quickly disappeared when his hands molded to your breasts and pulled your bra down. He stared at you with his lip caught in his teeth and longing readable in his features. Your pert breasts emerged and instantaneously Leo was squeezing, pinching, and massaging your flesh. Your nerve endings sizzled as he lavished your chest with attention. Reflexively, you twitched, seeking more contact.

Opening your legs further, pushing the table aside with your knee, allowed Leo’s pelvis to sit even more solidly against your core. Your clit throbbed, lust tunneling your vision to nothing but Leo. Leo too had come to the point where he could bear no more. Pushing his pants down only far enough to get his length out, he resettled on his elbows. The moment only allowed a short-lived glimpse at his member, but the sight had you salivating. His cock sprang up to his bellybutton, long and proud and leaking from the tip. Nose to nose, Leo demanded that your eyes never leave his. A single digit pushed aside your panties. Sufficiently wet to soak his erection, he slid effortlessly along your slit. Nearly too much to take after the endless foreplay, your head fell back again in bliss. Unhappy with the broken eye contact, Leo’s fingers tangled in your hair and tugged sharply so that you could once again look only at him.

The rounded head of his dick pressed against your entrance and you had to deliberately relax to accommodate him. A low extended moan was ripped from your vocal cords as Leo sunk centimeter by centimeter into you. Hitting hilt deep, you begged him to stay still as you adjusted to his size. Walls unaccustomed to such a stretch, they fluttered and clenched around his length. Grunting at your tightness, Leo struggled to remain in control. His abs flexed as drew halfway out and slowly plunged back in. You keened, needing to hold onto something and finally finding his arms after searching blindly.

Panting, you felt lightheaded at the ridiculous amount of pleasure coursing through your veins. It should have been impossible for one man to feel so fucking good, but it was Leo, and you shouldn’t have been surprised that he could have you wavering on the edge so quickly. Experimentally, he thrust a bit more powerfully. Hitting your cervix just right, you dug your nails into his biceps and held back a scream. Trying to keep your eyes open was a fight as all you wanted to do was let your eyes roll back when Leo picked up tempo.

In a small retaliation, you canted your hips up, driving him deeper. He groaned, feeling the shift in angle. “Too hot?” you taunted. “Baby, hot enough,” he whispered breathlessly. The jab had him pumping vigorously, getting that one spot that had you seeing stars each time. Matching thrust for thrust, you wailed as your hips moved restlessly to keep up. The build was fast and had you grunting with each snap of Leo’s pelvis until you were wailing brokenly. “I’m already about to lose control,” Leo said through grit teeth and buried his face in your neck, “Just cum.” The command had your thighs shaking and the coil in your stomach winding taut. Nails on the verge of piercing skin, you held on to Leo for dear life as he pressed inside of you hard enough to have you jerking back with every plunge. Tense, everything went tense as you came, back bowed right off of the ground and muscles pulsing rigidly.

Your orgasm gave Leo that last bit of incentive to let go and he pulled out before spilling hotly onto your belly. Trying to catch your breath, you could feel the strain in Leo’s arms relax as he came down from his high. Straightening your spine, you let him collapse on top of you. Sticky, skin clung to skin with sweat. “You’ve melted me,” Leo murmured and gave you a gentle peck on the cheek.

Little Warrior

Pairing: T’Challa x Avenger!Reader

Requested by @marvelheaux:  Can you do a fic where the reader & t'challa have a love-hate relationship, the reader is an avenger and where they were sparring while arguing in the tower and he pulled her into a heated kiss mid-sentence 

Warnings: Explicit Language and Suggestive Themes.

Word Count: 1.4k+

A/N: My first official T’Challa fic.. If you have any prompts for him I will take them! This is after Civil War but doesn’t give anything away, so enjoy! x. T

Your name: submit What is this?


          “What’s my schedule for today, F.R.I.D.A.Y?” You asked, pouring steaming tea into a mug with the Avenger’s logo splayed on the front. The tea smelled delicious as you craned your head to inhale the steam and you wondered who made it.

           “Miss Y/N, you had lunch planned with Mr. Barnes but he had to cancel for mission debriefing. You have the rest of the day free,” The A.I informed you. At the news of Bucky’s cancellation you set the mug down on the granite counter and sighed, staring at the swaying liquid before it settled.

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1989!

It begins in a blazing Inferno and ends with several Acts of Vengeance. Celestials judge, capers take place across time, Atlantis attacks, Vision is altered, a Captain is redeemed, the fourth wall is broken, the devil goes to hell, and a new universe ends.

Oh yeah, and Chackaal is back!

To me, this is peak Marvel! I’m going to enjoy the hell out or this ride!

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The Ur-Didact approaches his duplicate.

They stand barely separated by the reach of their great arms, surrounded by the swirling mist, the sough of the light breeze, the rhythmic lap of wavlets.

“There is no hope, continuing with your strategy, not in our time, not in this galaxy,” the Ur-Didact says. “That is a cold, simple fact.”

“I hold another opinion.”

“Your privilege… Manipular.” The Ur-Didact’s expression is disdainful. “The Halos? Violating the Mantle all over again, with even greater destruction! Wiping out all intelligent life across this galaxy! By itself that proves you are a poor version. You’ve altered your strategic vision.”

“According to circumstance, as every commander must.”

“Don’t you feel the truth of it? We gave the Precursors reason to retreat into madness. A passion for vengeance. And the Gravemind gave it all right back to me. I am filled with that passion, that madness, that poison! If we fire Halo, we lose everything.”

The two Didacts stand opposite each other, barely moving, barely breathing, as if sizing each other up. Their armour is evenly matched. Their weapons are identical, their defences, identical.

But the Didacts themselves - no longer identical.

anonymous asked:

Does anyone else get really dizzy/have blurry vision right before a switch happens or is that just me?

Dissociation can affect vision, absolutely! I’ve seen quite a few systems talk about visual differences between alters and pixelated vision/vertigo/other physical symptoms while dissociating heavily. Of course check it out with a doctor if it gets severe/is very frequent/is interfering with functioning.

I been thinking about it and it’s crazy… when I first watched Bleach anime I shipped IR so hard and Orihime was an indifferent character to me. Then I was done with the fillers and switched to the manga; It took me 5 chapters to prefer IH over IR and now, Orihime is probably my favorite shonen heroine.

I think that Orihime treatment in the anime was responsible for that.

It’s admirable how much love and effort Kubo put on Orihime, a character who is so hated by the fandom. Instead of focusing on other more popular characters, he choose her. Kubo always has a panel saved for her thoughts and feelings, and she stayed as a prominent figure during the whole manga, maybe the most prominent female character.

It’s incredible how much an anime studio can alter the author’s original vision of a character.

Don’t go - Bucky Barnes

Originally posted by byrneing

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It wasn’t to happen that way. Life was being too hard with just you, it didn’t need one more person into the endless list of who you would hurt. It seemed a joke in a very bad taste of fate, where it gives a sweet to soon after take it from you by force. But you couldn’t avoid him, you had no will power to say no. You loved his company, loved face those deep blue eyes, loved how he could intrigue you and make you forget all the problems. And it looked like he feels the same thing, which made you feel bad for not making him go away and not tell him the truth. You were being selfish and the guilt did everything get even worse.

You looked at the calendar hanging on the wall, two months ago that you had met Bucky Barnes. Two months in which you managed to get the man who was hiding in guilty, you were able to make Bucky  talk more, interact with people and even smile more. Were times it was difficult, he returned to the initial state, but it was only you sing his name that the smile appeared. But today you didn’t feel very happy, scratching these two calendar months meant that you had only another two months maybe.

“James, you know how important it is for me, right?” you whispered, feeling your cheeks blush while playing with ryou fingers, you were already coming back to your apartment, you two had walked a few blocks enjoying the moonlight after dinner at a themed restaurant that he insisted on taking him.

“You are also very important to me, doll …” the brunette smirked, thinking how cute your behavior were, he allowed himself to take a hand to touch yours. “I wouldn’t be half of what I am if it were not for you, (Y / N).”

“Oh, James … You know very well that it was only your merit!” you smiled, blushing even more if it was possible, taking courage to look into his blue eyes and sigh softly.

“(Y / N), I wanted to ask you a question … If you say yes, I will be even happier.” Bucky took a deep breath, getting slightly anxious, licking his lower lip to dampening it before nibbling the same.

“Bucky, we can talk about it tomorrow? I need to wake up early and you too.” you formed a pout on your lips, feigning innocence, but you knew exactly what you were trying to avoid.

“Oh, yeah, baby.” the man scratched his neck a little lost, but then looking in your eyes he smiled affectionate. “Tomorrow then?”

“Yes, James.” you sighed, slowly approaching and standing on tiptoes to seal his lips with care and, before he could hug you to deepen the kiss, you walked away chuckling and running toward the door.

Bucky was nervous, it was a month that he didn’t see you, you seemed to avoid him in every way. Did not answer the calls, not answering the door and no one had the courage to talk about you. He  started to have a bad feeling, he could not sleep without having a nightmare with you. Then he decided he needed to force his presence in your life.

“You’re James, right?” a lady appeared behind him when he finally managed to open the door to your apartment, he just nod and she handed him a paper before returning to her apartment. “She’s in the Hospital Saint Hope, my dear.”

When Bucky appeared at the door of your hospital room, your eyes filled with tears and you began to cry not caring about your appearance. He walked slowly, feeling his heart beat too strong, he was afraid, he knew that hospitals and cries were not good signs. Once he was close enough, Bucky embraced you gently and kissed the top of your head.

“What happened, doll? Why you didn’t tell me?” blue eyes stared sore at you, making you swerve and stare at the floor.

“I have Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease. I’ve had altered vision, tremors and seizures even more now.” you murmured in a weak voice, feeling your body tremble slightly and you closed your eyes.

“It’ll be all right, my love. The doctors will help you get better.” Bucky tried to say firmly, trying to pass you safely.

“No, Bucky … It’s not like that.” you wanted make him go away from you, but you just hugged him as if it were your last chance. “I … I’m dying.”

Silence filled the room, the weight of your words slowly reaching Bucky. You returned to cry softly, feeling hopeless and too selfish to bring him to this kind of situation. But Bucky just held you even more against him while he allowed himself to mourn what he thought he had found with you. He lost his love even before officially love it.

My Uworld notes- 6
  • serum sickness is a type 3 HSR characterized by deposition of circulation complement fixing immune complexes and resulting vasculitis. Associated findings include fever, urticaria, arthralgias, glomerulonephritis, lymphadenopathy and a low serum c3 level 5-10 days after intravascular exposure to antigen. type 3 HSR typically activate complement at local site where immune complexes containing IgG and or IgM complement fixing antibodies have been deposited. This often results in hypocomplementemia including decreased C3 level

  • liver dz-a/w AFP

  • carcinoembryonic antigen (CEA) a/w colorectal cancer

  • CA125 -ovarian cancer. Both CEA and ca125 are fr monitoring purposes

  • PSA prostate specific antigen is most useful in establishing extent of prostate cancer and evaluating response to prostate cancer tx.

  • Iced water think cold – cold think cold agglutinins – cold agglutinin associated with infection with mycoplasma pneumonia

  • another cold agglutinin is EBV

  • free air in peritoneal cavity= bowel perforation

  • pancreatic calcification= chronic pancreatitis

  • heavily calcified vessels = atherosclerosis and vascular dz

  • distended bladder= urinary retention

  • air in billiary tract a/w gallstone ileus

  • fluoxetine a/w anorgasmia and decreased libido and increase latency to orgasm. They can however be used to tx premature ejaculation

  • phenelzine= MAO-I used in tx of depression monoamine oxidase is a mitochondrial enzyme that deaminates primary and secondary aromatic amines

  • tricyclic antidepressants can cause orthostatic hypotension example imipramine

  • trazadone- priapism

  • paroxysmal breathlessness and wheezing in young patient unrelated to ingestion of aspirin, pulmonary infection inhaled irritant stress and or exercise should raise a strong suspicion for extrinsic allergic asthma. The granule containing cells in sputum are most likely eosinophils and the crystalloid bodies are most likely Charcot Leyden crystals (contain eosinophil membrane protein)

  • chronic eosinophilic bronchitis in asthmatics involves bronchial wall infiltration by numerous activated eosinophils largely in response to IL5 released by TH2 cells

  • digestion and absorption of nutrients primarily occurs in small intestine. SI cells produce enzymes responsible for nutrient absorption. Proteins in ingested food exist primarily as polypeptides and require hydrolysis to dipeptides tripeptides and amino acid for absorption. Hydrolysis of these polypeptides is accomplished by proteolytic enzymes such as pepsin and trypsin

  • these enzymes are secreted inactive proenzymes trypsinogen and pepsinogen from stomach and pancreas

  • trypsin activates other proteolytics enzymes including chymotrypsin carboxypeptidase and elastase. Activation of trypsinogen to trypsin is achieved by enteropeptidase (or enterokinase)an enzyme produced in duodenum

  • enteropeptidase deficiency results in defective conversion of trypsinogen to active trypsin

  • lipase secreted from exocrine pancreas is the most important enzyme of digestion of triglycerides. Chronc pancreatitis is a painful condition that causes lipase deficiency. This leads to poor fat absorption and steatorrhea

  • secretin is a peptide hormone secreted by S cells of duodenum un response to low duodenal pH. Secretins timulates secretion of bicarbonate from the pancreas and gall bladder and reduces acid secretion in the stomach by reducing production of gastrin. Neutralizing the acidic pH of food entering the duodenum from the stomachis necessary for proper function of pancreatic enzymes (amylase, lipase)

  • trisomy 18 (47XX: Edwards syndrome

    • face: micrognathia, microstomia, eye defects (microphthalmis, cataracts) low set ears and malformed ears prominent occiput

    • CNS: microcephaly, neural tube defects (meningocele, anencephaly), holoprosencephaly, arnold chiri malformation, severe MR delayed psychomotor development

    • musculoskeletal: clenched hands with overlapping fingers (index finger overrides the middle fingerand fifth finger overrides the fourth finger) rocker bottom feet short sternum and hypertonia

    • cardiac: VSD, PDA

    • distinguishing features: clenched hands and or overlapping finger

    • GI: Meckel diverticulum, malrotation

    • ultrasound: intrauterine growth restriction and polyhydramnios especially ina fetus with abnormal hand arrangement

  • unlike patients with Edward’s syndrome neonates with Patau syndrome (trisomy 13) have cleft lip and palate, polydactyly and omphalocele. Patau syndrome is not a/w low set ears and overlapping fingers but do present with rocker bottom feet also

  • 47XXX karyotype is clinically silent however, some affected women have slightly decreased IQ scores. Female newborns with this karyotype are phenotypically normal with no obvious dysmorphism

  • 47XXY Kleinfelter’s syndrome: may be a/w mild mental retardation or normal intelligence. The typical patient is tall mall adult with gynecomastia small testes and infertility. Male newborns with this karyotype are phenotypically normal with no obvious dysmorphism. The clinical findings do not become apparent until adulthood.

  • Sudden onset of abdominal or flank pain hematuria and left sided varicocele together suggests renal vein thrombosis a well known complication of nephrotic syndrome. Nephrotic syndrome is a hypercoagulable state d/t increased loss of anticoagulant factors especially anti thrombinIII (responsible for the thrombotic and thromboembolic complications of nephrotic syndrome)

  • venous drainage from left testes travels throught the left testicular vein into the left renal vein and from there the IVC. In contrast to the right testicular vein which empties directly into the IVC. This difference in venous drinage gives diagnostic significance to left sided varicocele in that it often indicates an occlusion of the left renal vein by a malignant tumour or thrombus

  • malaise low grade fever followed by a facial rash. Feels better now but still has the rash- red flushed cheeks with – clinical presentation of erythema infectiosum aka fifth dz. As the facial rash fades an erythematous rash in reticular lace like pattern often appears on trunk and extremities. The rash of erythema infectiosum is thought to result at lest partly from local immune complex deposition once serum levels of virus specific IgM and IgG have attained high enough levels.

  • Erythema infectiosum= non enveloped DNA virus called parvo B19. The blood group P antigen globoside is a parvovirus B19 is highly tropic for erythrocyte precursors particularly erythrocytes and erythroid progenitor cells

  • Parvo B19 replicates predominantly in the bone marrow

  • anthracyclines daunorubicin doxorubicin epirubicin and idarubicin are chemotherapeutic agents a/w severe cardiotoxicity because of their unique ability to generate free radicals.. Dilated cardiomyopathy is dose dependent and may present months after discontinuation of the drug . Swelling of sarcoplasmic reticulum is the morphologic sign of early stage doxorubicin associated cardiomyopathy. Followed by loss of cardiomyocytes and its symptoms are those of biventricular CHF including dyspnea on exertion orthopnea and peripheral edema

  • dexrazoxane prevents Doxorubicin associated cardiomyopathy because dex is a iron chelating agent that decreases formation of free radicals by anthracyclines.

  • Restrictive cardiomyopathy a/w hemochromatosis amyloidosis sarcoidosis and radiation theraapy : remember -osis

  • hypertrophic cardiomyopathy caused by mutation of beta myosin heavy chain

  • focal cardiomyopathyscarring commonly results in MI

  • pericardial fibrosis usually follows cardiac surgery radiation therapy or viral infections of the pericardium

  • PCP aka angel dust aka phencyclidine commonly associated with violent behaviour

  • LSD can also cause aggressive behaviour but it is more typically characterized by affective liability thought disruption )delusion) and visual hallucination whereas PCP produces more psychomotor agitation including clonic jerking of extremities

  • angel dust can be put on marijuana and smoked LD is ingested orally

  • secobarbital is a street barbiturate a CNS depressant which leads to drowsy drunken state of consciousness without the violent behaviour

  • heroin (opioid) produces CNS psychomotor depression and respiratory depression miosis and bradycardia are common

  • dry tap with no splenomegaly or lymphadenopathy – think aplastic anemia which causes pancytopenia

  • aplastic anemia= hypo cellular bone marrow with fat cells and fibrotic stroma

  • hyper cellular marrow with increased blasts found in myeloproliferative d/o and certain leukemias

  • most common side effect of streptokinase= hemorrhage . Streptokinase is a thrombolytic agent that acts by converting plasminogen to plasmin which subsequently degrades fibrin. It is a foreign protein derived from streptococci and induce HSR.

  • Dissection of ascending aorta manifests as tearing chest pain that radiates to the inter-scapular area commonly occurs in hypertension marfans and ehlers danlos

  • hyperactive jaw jerk reflex when lightly tapped= chvostek’s sign- Hypocalcemic – facial m contraction elicited by tapping facial nerve just anterior to ear. The most common cause of outpatient hypocalcemia is primary hypoparathyroidism which is often d/t prior loss of parathyroid tissue during thyroidectomy

  • scotoma is visual defect that occurs d/t pathologic processes that involve parts of retina or optic nerve resulting in discrete area of altered vision surrounded by zones of normal vision. Lesions of macula cause central scotomas.. examples would include MS, diabetic retinopathy and retinitis pigmentosa

  • verapamil is a calcium channel blocker that slows SA and AV node phase 0 depolarization (in nodal cells, the phase of depolarization is mediated by calcium influx)

  • phase 0 depolarization of cardiac conduction system occurs during diastole thus verapamil slows diastolic depolarization

anonymous asked:

I find it funny that you said you never had any influence on tog ships, but your tweets and interviews with sarah, especially when heir of fire and queen of shadows came out, clearly hinted you supported, hoped and influenced Sarah on a certain ship. I was at a panel in which you even said you had dinner with her to discuss this. What I am trying to politely say is that you can't back off now just because things got ugly. You should stand by your opinions.

Say what now? I can’t support a friend’s choices with regards to their characters and help promote their work by tweeting and blogging about it to tease the story? I can’t like a character for himself because I find him interesting as an individual and want to see where his arc goes? You also seem to be forgetting that Sarah has multiple critique partners, and has for years. I’m not exactly sure why I’m getting heat for something Sarah did that you didn’t agree with or enjoy. The reason this weirdly persistent rumor has always frustrated me is because it implies that she’s not the one 100% making the decisions for her story and shaping it. If you want to accuse me of helping to build a friend’s confidence about making a tough decision she felt in her heart was right, knowing it wouldn’t be popular with everyone, though, you’ve got me. I’m guilty. 

Here’s the truth: she and I almost never agree on who characters end up with (for instance, she preferred Cole to Liam). It’s actually kind of hilarious. Different strokes for different folks and all that. Our critique partner relationship was always for gut-checks and bouncing off ideas, not for convincing each other to completely alter the vision of the story. Good CPs will help each other realize each other’s vision the best they possibly can. When I say I haven’t read EoS, I mean that. Not a single draft. I’ve been working on my own stories non-stop and haven’t had time to read for anyone, nor have I even really discussed the story with Sarah or what she wanted to do with it.

Here’s the full recap, since you seem to be keeping score: I read ToG for her pre-release, but didn’t read CoM to critique because my dad had been diagnosed with terminal cancer and had recently died and I wasn’t exactly in the right frame of mind. I read HoF after it went to copyedits as one last check/for feedback. I helped brainstorm a few ideas for QoS. That’s it. And the “dinner” you’re probably referring to is a lunch that happened YEARS ago (shout out to El Centro in Midtown Manhattan, I miss your guacamole), in which she’d already made up her mind about that particular direction of the series and I, totally surprised by this revelation, pro/con-ed the shift with her and talked about potential fallout and what she was trying to achieve with it. I can probably even give you the actual receipt for that lunch, since I recorded it as an author expense for taxes. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 


Edited to add: I just tagged this with all the logical spoiler tags in case it wasn’t vague enough. Sorry!

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          𝓡onnie heard the door slide open to the secluded room in which his cell was contained. Giving a roll of his head, letting the muscles in his neck pop, he did not move from where he sat on the cold ground against one of the three concrete walls. However, he did open his mouth to let his annoyed toned words fall from his lips,

                    ❝ ‘bout time. Or is your plan to starve me? ” 

          𝓗is gaze shifted over towards the door, the annoyance that was in his tone was evident in his expression. An expression that shifted instantly to surprise, with a mixture of relief and hope. Ronnie had been expecting his once leader and now currently capture, Zoom. Instead his gaze had fallen on a familiar, yet altered, vision. His Wife, Cait. Quickly scrambling to his feet, he crossed the small space that was between him and the one sided glass wall.

                    ❝ What a sight for sore eyes.
                                                               I’ve been worried about you, babe.

Avengers and their undercover skills

Iron Man- is too famous and easily recognizable. Enjoys drawing attention to himself way too much.

Thor- he tries. He tries so hard. But he knows little of Earth culture and is the size of a mountain.

The Hulk- no. For obvious reasons. Banner does ok though.

Black widow- easily the best out of the Avengers. Maybe the best I’ve ever seen.

Hawkeye- highly skilled, but gets distracted by dogs.

Captain America- never again.

Falcon- does quite well. Charming, can blend into a crowd. Thinks quick on his feet.

Quicksilver- haven’t been on a mission with him. Couldn’t say one way or the other.

Scarlett witch- is becoming quite good. Her accent provides some problems, but her"wriggly-woo" can alter a person’s memory.

Vision- far distinctive appearance.

Spiderman- blends into a crowd well. Terrible liar though. How does he keep a secret identity?

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Why everything in TST seemed weird – INCEPTION Theory

*** very long post ahead, sorry for flooding your dash ***

There is an almost endless list of things that seemed wrong or off in The Six Thatchers. By now I don’t think I have to sell that idea to anyone in the fandom. I’m convinced the people involved in the show put in a great deal of effort to make everything so different from what we know from previous Sherlock episodes. The question is: WHY? Why change well known aspects from the 221b set? Why go through all the trouble to create special overlay effects when transitioning between scenes? I’ll tell you why: If you look closely you’ll see that not everything is off. Many things, yes. But not everything. Someone went through a lot of trouble to make a distinction between reality and altered reality/whatever you want to call it, possible. If they were going to use parts of TST in TLD – which I believe they are because OH BOY OUR DETECTIVE IS LYING HERE – they would make sure the truth would come through if you know what to look for. And we do.

What I want to do here is tell you about a theory I came up with two days ago – it took some time to wrap my head around it, find support and write it all down.

Rewatching TST with the belief that there must be a way to determine which parts are fake and which are not gave me an interesting sense of déjà-vu. The whole episode reminded me of the 2010 movie Inception (hence the title of my theory).

I think the writers are trying to perform an inception on us. In the movie Inception, Cobb and his team invade people’s dreams in order to steal information. However, their most difficult assignment is not a theft – it’s planting an idea in someone’s head which will subconsciously influence their perception of reality and their behavior (or here: which will make us believe completely idiotic things like Mary suddenly dying a hero) just to create an even more powerful rug-pulling moment. A shattering climax. And we know for sure they are going for that.

Planting ideas - We’ve heard that before. What if everything in TST that seems off is just part of a scheme to set the audience up for Johnlock? To show us things even the casual viewers find wrong, set it all right in the next episode, pull the rug and confront us with what they have been going for all along – which is John and Sherlock in a relationship. It’s difficult to do, it’s even more difficult to pull it off in a way which would make even casual viewers believe this is the right thing to do. What if this is why they created an episode which seemed so wrong in the first place? What if we are being manipulated without knowing it? A planted idea which sticks – the idea that John and Sherlock together is how it should be – anything is better than the complete chaos we saw in TST. WHAT IF we are part of an Inception? What if this inception is part of setting the audience up for the big moment of revelation? Telling us a bunch of lies to make the final truth more palatable. What if we are the ‘victims’ and the Inception is being performed on us?

Also, what struck me is this: The dreams Cobb creates in Inception feel totally real. They are such perfect copies of reality, that to be able to tell if they in a dream or not, Cobb and his colleagues carry special items which enable them to differentiate between reality and dreams. They call it a totem. It’s a well-known object which has very distinct qualities in reality which radically change and seem off in dream/ in a place which isn’t reality. By looking at their totems they can determine whether what they experience is real or a dream.

In order to pull of the kind of revelation they are going for the audience needs to be able to rewatch TST and see exactly which parts we have been lied about, right?

The lie is literally projected on us. Why? Because we get hints throughout the episode that even if we are presented with fake/surreal versions of reality IT’S NEVER COMPLETELY MADE UP.  WE ARE BEING TOLD THAT SMALL CHANGES ARE MADE IN ODER TO MAKE IT PLAUSIBLE BECAUSE YOU CAN’T EXPLAIN EVERYTHING AWAY. You were told – but did you listen (pun to my username totally intended).

In one of the first scenes, Sherlock watches the altered account of Magnussen’s death which clears his name. They didn’t change everything, just one tiny detail (who shot him). They changed literally 4 seconds of footage in that clip. The rest is real. However, we also get this shot. The viewer takes the place of the screen on which we saw the altered version of events. We are there. The beamer is literally projecting an altered version of reality on us! An altered version, not a completely fake one. The outcome stays the same (Magnussen dies) but the events which led there are altered. 

We hear the merchant story three times. It always ends with the merchant being unable to outrun death. But what are Sherlock and Mycroft telling us here? Sherlock himself says that he never liked that story. And Mycroft? He says Sherlock wrote his own version. An altered version, where the merchant did succeed, Sherlock wrote an optimistic ending but all in all not a completely fake account of the events. Sherlock altered the version of the story and gave it a happy ending – the merchant runs off and becomes a pirate. What happened before the key moment – meeting death in Samarra – stays the same. Different outcome, same story. The writers are telling us that Sherlock wants happy endings, more specifically: he wants his personal happy ending.

So we know now that what people are going to see is an altered version of reality and also if Sherlock doesn’t like a story he will rewrite it. And the writers told us that creating BBC Sherlock is their attempt to set things right. They are literally doing the same thing Sherlock does here – telling a seemingly dark and hopeless story but rewriting the ending.

Let’s find some more things that support the idea that the whole episode is actually an inception being performed on us (the viewers). Let’s focus on the part where Cobb in Inception talks about totems.

I think that the writers have given us totems in TST so we can find out what’s real and what’s not. Because we are supposed to figure it out – if not, how would they be able to create an I-told-you-so moment, which is again something Steven said in an interview, so we know they are going for that, too. They are actually being nice – they are using things we’ve seen before, similar tells/totems to the ‘dream’ in TAB.

A totem is a well known object with distinct qualities. Well known objects in Sherlock are the signature skull painting and the actual human skull on the mantelpiece. And those have been changed! And the writers and set designers made those deliberate changes public. They talked about it, tweeted about it. If these changes were unimportant they would simply not talk about them. They are telling us to pay attention because – and here comes a crack theory – the skulls and also very over-the-top scene transitions can be used to determine which parts are real and which are fake. Again, I don’t believe that it’s all a lie. Like the events revolving Magnussen’s death and Sherlock changing the merchant story so it would have a happy ending, I actually believe the frame of TST is real. They only lie about details.

In TAB there is a ‘Victorian version’ of the skull painting showing both a skull and a young woman looking in a mirror. In TST we get the creepy glowing skull painting which is seen in countless shots. And if we can’t see the painting there is the human skull which has now added spectacles, another hint that reality is being obscured.  

But what can we as a viewer (and also Sherlock himself) take as an indication that something is imagined? Which totems/tells are being used to enable us to see what’s real and what’s not? Let’s take a look at things the writers and Arwel have kindly been pointing out and let’s also look at everything that’s different from how the show normally is. Keep in mind, totems are well known items which are altered if you’re in a dream. Which are the totems and tells we are given?

1.       The new, glowing skull painting. If it’s visible (and sometimes it takes up about half of the screen) something is fake/a dream. The more clearly it is visible, the more Sherlock is altering realitiy.

2.       If other objects which create a changed version of reality (such as mirrors, cameras, magnifying glasses, spectacles, and also events seen in the windows of a bus or a plane) are visible, it’s a fake version of reality, too. There’s also a great post by @sherchemistlock about the use of mirrors in TST. This basically means: every time we see an objects which is known to reflect/alter vision/reality, we are not being told the whole truth. A part of is is withheld (but not all of it is fake – more on that later).

These objects are being used as totems/tells:

SPECTACLES: Most important here: The skull on the mantelpiece. If it’s missing like in TAB (where it is replaced by a tiny hound statue btw), and if it’s wearing spectacles like in many shots in TST, it’s all imagined. Mark even tweeted a picture of the skull wearing spectacles, which means it must be important.

MIRRORS (which show you a flipped version of reality): John and Mary only lie on their correct sides in bed IF YOU SEE THEM THROUGH A MIRROR.

BINOCULARS: Sherlock’s looking though something else, changing his natural vision and therefor reality. Altered account of events, too.

And also:

CAMERA (or: creating a picture of reality) Mrs Hudson can’t get a clear picture in this scene. Mrs. Hudson, who, moments before Sherlock jumped off St. Barts said “Oh god John, you made me jump”. Mrs. Hudson who’s been foreshadowing events from the start, creating parallels to John and Mary’s marriage by using her own husband’s life, who predicted that Sherlock would leave the wedding early, who is basically an oracle – MRS. H. CAN’T GET A CLEAR PICTURE HERE BECAUSE IT’S NOT REAL. There is no happy-family-baby shower party. Because there isn’t actually a happy family.

Going by this theory, which scenes are definitely altered? Some of the cases, especially the actual six Thatcher case (since we see Lestrade in front of the fake painting). The baby shower scene. Sherlock babysitting Rosie at 221b while John and Mary take a nap (skull with spectacles can be seen there). John ever meeting the woman on the bus since he later plucks the flower from behind his ear while looking at his reflection in the bus’ window. He never met her, therefore he never cheated with her. We are being led to believe he did. This makes the viewer dislike John and like Mary better. A part of the inception perforemd on us is making us believe he’s a cheater and she saved Sherlock’s life.

And also, if the transitions between scenes create an overlay that seems weird, it’s also fake. I specifically mean every scenario that doesn’t make sense in the ‘real world’ and instances when it seems like characters are in two places at once. This includes pieces of the bust projected on Sherlock’s face, walls exploding behind Mycroft, the Thatcher shrine looking like it’s submerged in water, Vivian Norbury being led through a hallway while a shark swims through the picture and Sherlock’s face being on fire. Probably many more scenes which I can’t all remember. Those are all fake.

Note that only half of Sherlock’s face is covered. Maybe only half of this is fake. After all, there was a six thatchers case which we can read on John’s blog. Maybe this TST case is made up, Sherlock based it on the version that has already happened. Also, this looks like he is wearing a mask which only coveres half of his face. Again – we can still suspect that some parts of reality are altered but some are probably true.

Sherlock has his eyes closed, imagining things while we see events projected on glass (also, remember the mirror-illusion in TAB?) Notice how the picture is split in half – we see almost equal parts of Sherlock and the case. Could this mean it’s a half-truth?

The altered reality Sherlock has constructed literally breaks apart at this point

And his eyes are closed again while there is the allusion of half of his face being on fire, indicating again that half of what we see isn’t real. He always has his eyes closed, it really looks like he is making it up.

In the picture with the Thatcher shrine, reality is overlapping with the aquarium-scene or the pool-fight with Ajay. Not sure which, but this kind of overlay also indicates that what we see is not real.

Everything involving the aquarium also doesn’t seem right. It’s too bizarre to be real. The bullet flying in slow motion. Mary being able to jump in front of Sherlock in time even though we don’t see her near him in this picture. Vivien Norbury using lines from other episodes. Vivien being led through a hallway while a shark crosses the picture. It sounds like a story Sherlock is making up.

If we can use the totems and editorial tells to say which parts are fake, we can also use the lack of totems and tells to determine what is real.

AND SOME PARTS ARE! This scene with John where they are in 221b discussing cases would be real. The skull is clearly visible. Even though it’s been seen wearing spectacles only minutes before, here they are missing. No totem = no alteration. Reality. It makes sense that John and Sherlock would work cases together after Sherlock came back from the tarmac. They seemed on friendly terms at the end of HLV. Hell, in TAB John basically promised Mycroft to look out for Sherlock, they get in the same car. Solving cases together makes sense.

Many things outside 221b could actually be real – they are missing the totems, the clear signs that they are fake. When Sherlock talks with Craig, the IT guy, all totems and overlay effects are missing. This could be real. Everything with Ajay is missing the totems and tells, too. In fact, I’m talking about the whole AGRA, Mary and Ajay scenes. In the pool fight scene for example, we get the cool fight effects and only a touch of drama – nothing out of the ordinary. We also get Sherlock’s flashback to John destroying the memory stick at his parents’ house. And when the scene is finished? There is no weird or special overlay to the next scene (Tblisi). Ajay shoots the light, leaving Sherlock literally in the dark about Mary and her past, and the screen goes dark and lights up again Tblisi. I repeat: there was no special overlay, no totem no nothing. In fact, if you watch this on your own you might realize that the whole “something is off” feeling that accompanies us during this episode is absent in this scene. It makes sense because it’s real (except for the fact that Sherlock is lying to Ajay about who destroyed the memory stick).  

I also think the last scene with Mrs. Hudson in 221b is real. Can’t see any weird objects which obscure reality lying around, the fake portrait on the opposite wall isn’t visible at all and even thouugh it’s a bit blurry here it seems like the skull is sans spectacles.

By applying the theory that every time we see some sort of totem the scene is part of the inception – either a wrong skull, an object which blurrs or changes reality if you look through it or also if pieces of one scene are plastered or transformed into another. And if the tells are missing, we are confronted with reality.

So the last part of the episode which involves Mrs. Hudson and Mary’s ‘Miss Me’ message could be true – no inception here. And what do we get? We get Mary shaking her head when she says “Save John Watson”. We get Mary telling Sherlock to go to hell. If we believe she did in fact not die a hero but died the way Mycroft predicted (‘Agents like Mary don’t reach retirement age. They get retired in a pretty permanent way)… If we take that and watch the ending, we don’t see a Mary who sacrificed herself. We definitely don’t see a heroic act and a herartbreaking ‘being Mary Watson was the only life worth living’. We see a villain. What if that is the Inception? Make the viewer believe the worst of John and the best of Mary? The rug that will be pulled before the final revelation?

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