and then ending with the closing shot

I just realized I never shared my most memorable memory with a Guardian (so far), so let me just fangirl for a sec. So after I got the memory at Hyrule Castle, I transported out and it put me at the front of the castle. I decided to head towards a nearby shrine that I avoided earlier because it was surrounded by Guardians, but since I was so close I thought I would give it a shot. So basically I start running towards it and, of course, a Guardian starts to come after me. Which was fine and all, until another one came…and another one…and then of course a member of the Yiga clan appears.

I start sprinting like crazy just trying to find cover, weaving this was and that, and I’m about to be hit with a laser. So I run behind one of the other Guardians to see if it would cover me, and it worked. It got hit with a laser, went flying up in the air, and actually landed upside down. I would have taken a screenshot but there was too much happening at once and I couldn’t believe that I was even still alive lol.

Anyways, long story short: the physics in this game are fantastic and the combat system is just glorious.

Progress shots and close up details of the word ‘destroying’ from my question: ‘How can we create without destroying?’

I used black ink and dishwashing liquid in a lovely pink bath picked up from the side of the road the other day. I struggled a bit with manoeuvring the ink and detergent into letterforms at first but eventually ended up creating something nice and messy that I think evokes the essence of the word ‘destroying.’ I wanted it to resemble the remnants of an oil spill or something unnatural and destructive.

1. Let’s take a shower together with the lights off. Let’s leave our insecurities in the brightness.

2. I like the way you look at me when you’re laughing. I like the way you know it’s my favorite sound.

3. Let me wear your sweater. Let me sit in your bed and listen to you tell me about how you were as a kid.

4. I like the way you talk about all the people before me like they didn’t come close. I like the way you make me feel like the only one who has ever had a chance.

5. I know forever is a shot in the dark, and love is fleeting and people are cynical and sometimes shit happens, but listen. I want to be that one shot in the dark. I want it to be us in the end. I want to be the story people tell in thirty years because no one fucking believed that we’d make it.

—  Let’s Make It. // Love Thoughts, Pt. 1

I’m really, really unsure why anyone thinks the Thordak fight was “too easy.”

- They literally spent forty episodes preparing for it. The characters leveled up 2-3 times during the course of those episodes, and got a lot of really wicked spells and feats in the process.

- Thordak had over 1200 hit points. That is, I believe, twice as many as any other foe they’ve ever faced, or close to. His fire breath was bad enough to KO several of them in one shot, if they hadn’t had fire resistance.

- THEY PREPARED. The hero’s feast, making sure everyone DID have fire resistance, getting all the Vestiges so that they had extra protection and/or firepower.

- If the argument is “other fights were worse” - well, that’s because they DIDN’T PREPARE PROPERLY for them. Kevdak was a terrible idea from start to finish, and wouldn’t have ended well if it hadn’t been for Scanlan’s hold spell and Travis’s amazingly timed natural 20. Umbrasyl went about as well as could be expected. Vorugal should have been a terrible idea, but they managed it because once again, Scanlan came through in the clutch. Those weren’t near-disasters because of their objective difficulty, they were near-disasters because VOX MACHINA HAS TERRIBLE PLANNING SKILLS.

- BUT THEY PLANNED FOR THORDAK. They brought allies. They had four very powerful allies on the field with them, plus armies and other allies holding back Thordak’s allies. 

- A lot of credit goes to Liam and Laura for “jaegering” Pike so well. Honestly, I think they did it better than Ashley might have herself, mostly because Ashley is out of practice by necessity, while Liam and Laura live D&D every week. They knew exactly what kind of spells were needed to keep them all alive, and deployed them at just the right times. 

- They spent FORTY EPISODES planning for this. Three of them died during that time. One of them was forced to pledge himself to a goddess. They dealt with a soul-stealing sword and a mad scientist and a deceitful dragon and a power-hungry goliath chieftan and a mad archfey and a raskshasa and  two other ancient chromatic dragons and a whole mess of other things along the way. The whole point of all of that was to GET TO THIS FIGHT AND LIVE. Which they did. They SUCCEEDED. And it was by their own skills, not because Matt dumbed anything down for them.  

No Filter

Request:  Drinking with Dean and the reader can’t help but stare unabashedly at his mouth.

Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters: Dean Winchester x female reader

Word Count: 1364

Warnings:  drinking, explicit language, explicit sexual content, oral sex (female receiving), fingering

Author’s Notes: Requested and beta’d by @bringmesomepie56

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Is anyone gonna talk about the fact that all Daryl’s scenes contain some form of Jesus, even like here when he was in the background. Come on, they’re literally just trying to squeeze Jesus in the shot in anyway they can. I’m probably just noticing this because I ship them but Jesus is LITERALLY watching Daryl’s back. This can’t be a coincidence that they have so much screen time together, I feel like they’re setting the foundations for them to get closer. What do you think?

I don’t have the gif but at the end when they all walk off JESUS AND DARYL ARE STANDING RIGHT NEXT TO EACH OTHER, I literally thought they were holding hands at one point, considering they’re not even that close, they do like each other’s company.

Who is firing the gun?

Okay so the gunshot we see at the end of The Lying Detective IS NOT Euros shooting John. I’m talking about this gunshot here -

We see this gunshot twice in the whole episode. Once at the very end - in the heat of the moment the viewer is meant to assume that this is Euros shooting John.

However it isn’t. This is not the very the first time we actually see it. The other time is right at the beginning of the episode. This makes it clear that is isn’t Euros. Look at this, it is the first shot of the episode, and the last shot is clearly taken from it.

The shot begins with the gunshot, then pans down to John lying in bed. 

On my first viewing, having not been paying close attention to the details like i do on a second, i immediately assumed this was John remembering Mary being shot by Norbury. Now, I don’t think it is Norbury. The background is greyish, whereas Mary was shot in the aquarium and surrounded by the colour blue. The blue tank is even behind Norbury when she takes the shot.

Then i realized the most obvious thing - John wasn’t even there when Mary was shot, so this is definitely not from his memory, and is definitely not Norbury.

The second time we see the shot, as I’ve said, is right at the end of the episode after Euros pulls the trigger of her gun. But look here - 

Euros is wearing a ring on her middle finger and has no sleeves covering her wrists. 

In the end shot, we don’t actually see whether or not the shooter has sleeves. However we can clearly see they aren’t wearing a ring. 

And, since we can see that this is definitely same as the beginning shot, if we re-watch it as it pans down, we know that this shooter has sleeves that cover their wrist.

So the question is, who is this shooter? It’s not Norbury, and it’s definitely not Euros. If we’re going with the alibi theory, then it could be John shooting Mary. It would also explain why he remembers it. The other explanation is that it could be Sherlock, but why? If it weren’t for the shot being shown at the beginning, I would have bet that it was Sherlock shooting Euros as she shot John. But then why show this at the beginning as well?

This was probably a bit incoherent as I’m still trying to process my thoughts, so any input is welcome!

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Speedy Recovery - Seth Rollins x Reader

Request by @lclb13

Summary - You request time off to help Seth recovery from his injury at home, and the two of you get very close. One thing leads to another, and you end up doing a lot more than helping him recover. (Kevin the doggo also makes a few appearances ;) ) 

Warnings:- Smut, Fluff, Swearing

Word Count- 2,103

@fandomfreak202

Crews to gif owner, my gif maker still wont work :( 

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John took this picture of James early on in their relationship. They were off duty and decided to sneak away briefly to get to know each other better away from the trappings of the camp. It was at the end of this excursion that John first kissed James, lightly with eyes closed.

James took this picture of John their last morning together before he was shot. Tensions were high and they were both fraught with uncertainty about the mission. Neither men knew when or if they would see each other again. After taking the picture John finished shaving, got dressed and kissed James for the last time.

They each keep the picture of the other. John staring at the picture of James remembering the younger man who was bold and confident. A leader. His eyes so soft and ready to help the world.

For James looking at this picture is like being transported back to the moment his heart broke in two. He remembers getting the call about John’s unit being ambushed and that John was finally stable but would be sent back home as soon as he was healed enough to travel. James left to his barracks to be alone. Silently crying he mourned their love, knowing it would be years before he would see John again.

Wet Dreams and Nightmares 2 Dan Howell

A/N: A very lovely person requested a part 2 to this story. I just couldn’t say no. Thank you @imagines-danandphil !

Word Count: 1.6k

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Originally posted by blessedlester

I didn’t open my eyes right away after I woke up. I kept them close and just stayed in bed under my warm covers and didn’t think about too much. At least twenty minutes passed before I remembered what happened last night. Behind my closed eyes I saw how Y/N enter my room. Her bare feet had tiptoed across my floor until she had reached my bed. I remembered that I fell asleep next to her. My cheeks heated up as I remembered that I woke up in the middle of the night after moaning her name in my sleep. Then I remembered how the night ended. I replayed what I said, what she said. My eyes shot open in excitement.

“What if I don’t want to be just friends?”

“After I had the first nightmare and you let me sleep over, I faked having those bad dreams just so I could come over and cuddle with you.”

My first instinct was to turn over to her side of the bed, but as I did she wasn’t asleep there. Her side of the bed was empty. Normally we didn’t wait till the other woke up. We always got up individually. After what happened last night I somehow imagined it would be different today. Somehow waking up to an empty bed left me with a queasy feeling in my stomach and a sense of foreboding. The messy but cold sheets next to me made me wonder if last night actually happened or if it was all just a dream.

I nearly jumped out of bed, hopped into a pair of sweatpants and put on plain t-shirt. Trying to remain calm I walked across the hallway into the lounge. Phil and Y/N were sitting at the table, eating breakfast. It smelled like fresh coffee and warm bread. They were mid conversation when I walked in.

“Morning.” I said, but it sounded more like a question.

“Morning.” They both said back. Phil only raised his head shortly from skimming through the newspaper.

I couldn’t help myself but stare at Y/N. I stood there in the middle of the room like a total fool, looking for a kind of sign that would prove to me that last night was real and not just in my head.

But Y/N didn’t act any different than yesterday.

“Phil ate all the cereal but there is still a croissant left if you want it.” She said, pouring hot water into a cup in front of her.

I just nodded before I plopped down on the chair next to her.

My body felt dull. I felt like I had learned how to fly and plummeted after being in the air for hours.  

“When do we need to be at the party today?” Phil asked, looking up from his newspaper again.

I had nearly forgotten that we were invited to Louise’s birthday party this evening. Just like Y/N seemed to have forgotten what she confessed to me yesterday.

“The party starts at nine.” Y/N told Phil between taking sips of her tea.

They continued to talk about the people that were going to be there and the presents we got Louise while I sat at the breakfast table in silence. I had no appetite at all and just took a few bites from my croissant so nobody would notice.

I was glad when I finally escaped the table and fled to the kitchen. I couldn’t look at Y/N any longer. Right when I put my dirty plate into the dishwasher she entered the room to put the milk back into the fridge. My body stiffened, awkwardness hung in the air. I didn’t know how to act around my best friend anymore, but like I told her yesterday: I didn’t want to be just friends.

“Can you pass me the glass to your left?” Y/N asked, distance in her voice.

Did last night never happen?

“Sure.” I just mumbled. When I gave her the glass our hands touched a little bit too long. She immediately pulled away as she noticed. Her cheeks grew red and she tried to hide her face behind her hair. No eye contact. I awkwardly cleared my throat and watched her back as she nearly sprinted out of the kitchen.

What had I done? I ruined a friendship. Y/N and I used to be able to talk about anything for hours now we couldn’t even stand being in the same room for more than a minute. I could tell by her discomfort that last night did happen. She did say that she faked her nightmares just to cuddle with me. So why did she suddenly act like this? It sounded like she felt the same way yesterday. Why is that so hard to believe now? The world no longer made any sense to me.  

At around 8 pm we all started to get ready for the party. I wasn’t really keen on going. A night in, alone in my bed, blogging my sorrow away sounded way better to me than a party. I got in a cab with Phil and Y/N anyway half an hour later. She looked absolutely stunning in her dark blue dress. Her beauty didn’t make this evening any easier for me.

When we arrived at the party most guests were already there. The room was filled, music was playing and there were many snacks and drinks to choose from.  Louise greeted us with long hugs and shot us a huge smile when her eyes landed on the presents we carried.

I spotted a little couch in the back of the room and immediately knew that it was going to be my hiding spot for the day. So I sat there in silence. A lot of other youtubers came over to say hello and talk to me. Phil checked on me multiple times to ask if I was okay. I just nodded, my eyes focused on Y/N’s body. I never lost her in the crowd, I just kept following her with my eyes and dwelled in sorrow. What if I had lost her?

At least Y/N had a lot of fun from what I could see. She talked to a lot of people, danced to a few songs with Louise and her giggles filled the room ever so often. She was totally fine and I wasn’t.

“Hey Dan, are you sure you are okay?” Phil asked again visibly worried about me.

“I’m not.” I stated bluntly, watching Phil furrow his eyebrows.

“I need to get out of here.”

It was a dumb idea to even come. I wouldn’t have come if I had had the flu so why did I come with a broken heart?

I grabbed my coat and told the people that I passed on my way out that I wasn’t feeling well.

‘You should get some rest’ ‘I hope you get better soon’ were all phrases my friends told me before I was about to leave but one sentence stood out.

“Dan, can we talk?”

One foot was already out of the door when I felt somebody hold me back by my arm. Her voice was silent and soft but determined.

“I think your silence said enough.” I told her and swallowed the lump in my throat.

“Dan, please!” Y/N pleaded as I proceeded to head out of the door.

When I stepped into the cold night I noticed that she had followed me.

“Are you crazy?! No shoes, no coat. What are you thinking?”

We hadn’t even been outside for a minute and Y/n was already shivering.

“Go inside again.” I sternly told her but she just shook her head.

“Not until you talk to me!” She shouted, her socks were already soaked through since it had rained yesterday.

“You could’ve talked to me in the morning.” I couldn’t stop my voice from getting louder.

“I know!” she sighed in despair.

“Why didn’t you do it then?” I wanted to know and looked her directly into the eyes.

“I was scared okay? We never finished our conversation. I didn’t know how to act, it was all happening so fast and you didn’t say anything either!” She shouted at me, letting it all out.

I looked down at her, she was shaking even harder now.

“You could have said something. You could’ve asked me to be your girlfriend, but you didn’t.” She sounded like she was close to crying.

It only now hit me that I just blamed her when I could have acted upon it and suddenly I felt like the dumbest person on earth. I quickly striped off my jacket and wrapped it around her frame.

“I’m sorry.” I mumbled devastated.

She just shook her head. “That’s not what I want to hear.” I small smile appeared on her beautiful face and it took me a little while to figure out what she meant.

As soon as I caught on to what she intended a huge smile spread across my face as well.

“Y/N, do you want to be my girlfriend?”

Adrenaline rushed through my body when I leaned down instead of waiting for an answer. She couldn’t help but blush and I could hear the sound of my heart pounding inside my chest. She looked deeply into my eyes, our heads were now the same level. I waited for her to lean in to make sure that she actually wanted this. And she did. My heart seemed to stop beating when she got so close that I could smell her sweet perfume.

Finally, our lips crashed together. Hers were so warm against mine. My blood flowed rapidly to my cheeks, making my face as red as ever. She pulled her hands up high to my shoulders and wrapped them around my neck. I put my hands down to her waist while pulling her closer to my chest. In the end, I was hers and she was mine and all thanks to a wet dream and a nightmare.

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The final scene of Doomsday vs. the same scene from The Runaway Bride

From the Runaway Bride commentary track with David Tennant and Julie Gardner:

Julie: There we have Donna entering your TARDIS

David: Interestingly, that sequence was the closing seconds of Doomsday

Julie: Yes

David: …which was the end of series two - but not those actual pictures. We re-shot it.  We have two directors of photography on Doctor Who, Ernie and Rory.  Ernie shot Doomsday in the way he likes to shoot the TARDIS and likes to light the TARDIS, which is lots of greens and lots of reds.  Rory prefers it to be a more kind of golden affair

Julie: Yeah - a bit more yellow-y

David: Yeah, so the version of that scene would fit with the scene we’re now in [the rest of the Doctor/Donna initial scene in the TARDIS] we had to re-shoot it and do a kind-of Rory version of the scene.

Julie: and did you make different choices as an actor the second time?

David: No, in fact we had the dvd player by the side of the set to try to re-create it as exactly as we possibly could, so that you wouldn’t necessarily notice that it was different - although I just told you, so that gives that away

What I want in the final episode:


- Victor and Yuuri’s train ride back to Hasetsu
- Yuuri helping Victor pack his belongings
- They visit Ice Castle during the last night
- Victor performs “Stay close to me” and motions towards Yuuri at the halfway point, smiling 
- Yuuri  joins him and we get a duet of sorts 
- an interlude of “Stay Close to me” and “Yuuri on Ice”  
- shots cutting between Yuuri and Victor, complimenting the lyrics/part
- the lights are off and only the moonlight streams in
- Victor pursues Yuuri, and Yuuri pursues Victor
- in the end, they reach out and hold hands, coming to a slow halt when the music stops playing
- (Tbh…I kinda want them to go all the way and get engaged. Like. Why the fuck not? SO)…they make a quiet promise to each other on that last night in Hasetsu
- A couple of months later, Victor uploads a single photo of them smiling and wearing matching rings. 

Please MAPPA. Just keep doing what you’re doing so we can hope for our wildest dreams.

Sweater Paws

Originally posted by powtrbl

Sweater Paws
[Stealing DΞΔN’s hoodies] 

Dean wasn’t sure how he ended up this way.

At first it seemed innocent enough. The two of you were out on a date and you were cold, being a gentleman he gave you his hoodie.

You were practically swimming in it, but you were beaming; Hugging it close and smelling it. Chiming that it made you happy.

“It’s just a hoodie” he grinned.

“It’s not just a hoodie, it’s your hoodie. It’s special.”

“Is that going to keep you warmer?”

“Mhmm! Super warm.”

He smiled brightly holding your hand. “How so?”

“Oppa, don’t you know love makes everything 10x warmer.”

Your face was so sincere saying that he couldn’t help but be wrapped up in the moment.

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Merry Christmas for @navalbacon for the  @jaytimsecretsanta

I wanted to do one of the prompts, because i got unexpectedly busy to the end of the year, but somehow i managed to create 2. //still dunno how.

Prompt #1: No Capes/Masks au where Tim and Jason go to the same college
I finished graduated this summer, so it felt pretty close. One of my fav thing from uni was the Sleeping Crews, where you shot a pic of someone sleeping randomly around the campus between or during classes, and shared it on one of the school’s private social media account. 
I imagined this would happen in this au Jason being like ‘just one more chapter’ or something…

Prompt #2: Red Hood saving Red Robin
I’m unable to draw masks and gore yet, but i wanted this to be done badly…

Hope you like them! ^^

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My grimoire/BoS/altered book/art journal/smashbook/collage scrapbook-ish project. Base book was a university library discard. 

Alphabet stamps and a Krylon gold paint pen are my friends - the first, because my handwriting is shitty, and the second, because I can’t draw worth a damn but no one notices when everything is gold and shiny!!!

Made a very long index (to be filled in as I go, bullet journal-style) because this book is hella thick. 

More pics will come as I start filling it up. :)

Close - Cassian Andor x Reader

Summary: Cassian is overprotective over you in battle.

(Based very loosely off Star Wars: Battlefront, the Scarif DLC)

I don’t like the ending sorry argh

Originally posted by fuckyeahrebelcaptain


The ship landed with a gentle thud and everyone started moving. Cassian caught you by the elbow as you went past, “(Y/n), a word?” You nodded, stepping to the side with him.

“You need to stay close to me.” He said softly. 

You smiled slightly, “Only if you stay close to me as well.” 

“I was planning on it, but you sometimes tend to get a bit um… distracted hmm? So you’ll stay close, alright? I don’t want to lose you.” 

“You won’t. You’re never getting rid of me.” You laughed.

Cassian smiled but shook his head, “I wish that were true, sweetheart. Now stay close, you promise?”

You nodded.

“Good girl.” Cassian said, touching your hip gently with a hand as he walked past you outside. 

It was oddly quiet, oddly serene. The sand beneath your feet was like snow, soft and light.

“(Y/n.)” Cassian hissed softly to get your attention, “What did I tell you about getting distracted, hmm?”

You crouched beside him in the bushes, off to the side. Baze and a few of the others were directly in front of the doors, ready to attack with their heavy blasters, but you, Cassian and Jyn with your close range pistols were better suited to sneaking in. 

And then the peace was broken. The doors opened with a hiss and the blaster fire started. You couldn’t really tell what was happening, it was all happening so fast. Suddenly Cassian had grabbed you by the wrist and was dragging you away through the bushes, following Jyn’s lead. “That’s our cue then.” You whispered, Cassian merely nodded; he was in combat mode now. 
The three of you came to a bridge over a river and part of the jungle. It was your path into the Data Tower. 

“Stay low.” Jyn said, creeping up onto the bridge. It was unlikely there would be troopers this far from the battle but better safe than sorry. Jyn moved faster, partly because Cassian kept turning around to check you were safe every 2 seconds. Then the blaster fire started. Jyn hopped up, firing down from the bridge into the jungle. You could hear the troopers, it sounded like there were at least eight. You and Cassian started firing as well, but stayed down, popping up only to lean over the railing and fire a shot. Suddenly it seemed like there was silence and you’d defeated them. Jyn and Cassian had stood up to check but Cassian had made it clear that he wanted you to stay down, where you should be safe.

But then you heard it, the beeping. 

“Cassian!” You screamed, seeing the sonic imploder flashing red at his feet. He glanced down at you as you tackled him, pushing him to the side out of danger. 

Then you were blinded, thrown forward over Cassian, who was knocked off his feet. The bridge collapsed beneath you and you all fell down into the Jungle, except Jyn who managed to hold on somehow. Every bone and muscle in your body ached, you lay immobile in the shrub, your head pounding, ears ringing, sight returning slowly. The first thing you saw was Cassian, leaning over you, his face bloodied and bruised. 

“Cassian, You’re hurt.” You mumbled, trying to reach up to touch his face but falling short as you were too weak. 

“You’re kidding, (Y/n). I’m alright, sweetheart. It’s you we need to worry about.” He cradled your head gently in his hands, subtly checking to see if you’d injured your skull.

“I- I’m fine.” You stammered, “I just feel um.. tingly.” You giggled slightly and Cassian gave you a very concerned look.

“Jyn, I have to stay with (Y/n), can you go on?” He called. “Jyn?” He repeated with no reply.

“Shit she’s already gone.” He muttered, shaking his head but placing his attention back on you.

Your vision was clouded with dark patches, the ringing returning in your ears, the tingles turning to sharp stabs of pain. A groan slipped your lips, you were mildly aware of Cassian saying your name, shaking your shoulder gently. But then it was gone.


“(Y/n) sweetheart.” 

You heard a pained moan come from your lips, and you jerked up, immediately being caught in strong arms, hearing a steady heartbeat.

“I got you, sweetheart. I’ve got you.” 

You blinked, the bright white forming shapes as you realised where you were. You were in a bacta tank, but it was more like a bath. Your body was numb, except your shoulder and head which were held against Cassian.

“I’m alive?”

“Yes.” Cassian whispered, “You are. We did it. They have the plans.”

“I stayed close.” You murmured, your head foggy.

A laugh slipped Cassian’s lips, “A little too close yes. But you’re alive. We’re alive. We got the plans. That’s all that matters. I love you.” He kissed you on the forehead gently, continuing to hold you while you healed.

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Molly tries casual dating during season four
  • *end of a rather nice dinner date*
  • Guy: I'd like to do this again some time.
  • Molly: *smiling* Yeah, me, too.
  • Guy: How about a film this weekend?
  • Molly: Oh no, sorry, I have Rosie this weekend.
  • Guy: You have a child?!!
  • Molly: Goddaughter.
  • Guy: Oh that's nice. Are you very close?
  • Molly: Yes... erm, I'm helping her father out a bit... you know... his wife... my friend, she died... recently.
  • Guy: Oh God, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to upset you... Cancer?
  • Molly: Err yeah no, she was actually... shot.
  • *guy stares open mouthed*
  • Molly: That's kind of a ... long story. what if I tell you on our next date? *hopeful*
  • Guy: O-Ok.
  • *awkward pause*
  • Guy: Ok good. What about next Thursday?
  • Molly: Yes! Wait, no. Damn, I have Sherlock duty next Thursday.
  • Guy: Sherlock duty?
  • Molly: I'm helping... a friend.
  • *doesn't mention that she incidentally still loves said friend*
  • Molly: He had a bit of an... addiction problem. It's actually not that different from the babysitting. I just watch him so he can't take anything or cook up anything weird in his lab, you know?
  • *guy stares even more open mouthed*
  • Molly: Ok, you know what? Jonathan, it was nice to meet you. I hope you have a good life.