so I think they kinda warned us about the screening
nurse cornish loves sherlock’s blog but is a casual enough fan to be dismissive of john (read: devoted enough to, say, attend an advance screening, but not enough to understand the emotional heart of the story. her name is also a reference to an acd character mark has called “the first kind of critic” making her an effective stand-in for fans AND media). cornish conspires with sherlock and keeps him alive for a time, while also working against her boss despite his “7 years” threat and allowing the recording devices to be placed in sherlock’s coat (read: shared spoilers from the screening, working against mofftiss’ express orders. this is just speculation but I wonder if part of their warning at the screening was like “don’t ruin this for people who’ve been waiting 7 years”). however, culverton catches on to this and lets her go on believing she’s saving the day (read: they anticipated leaks and let the screening audience think they didn’t) while carrying on with his scheme. it’s the recording device in the cane which actually exposes culverton’s plot (read: the enormity of john and sherlock’s love and connection, hidden in plain sight, exposes the truth). except in the end even that’s not admissable as valid evidence on its own…without culverton willingly confessing, he can’t be convicted (read: johnlock is the truth and it’s obvious, but the subtext won’t convince the establishment on its own. it’s only the Confession which will finally set things right).
holden oliver for @onlypeachy‘s bachelorette challenge;
21, leo sun, arrogant, overly confident, prideful yet oddly vulnerable, pouty baby, perpetual whiner, named after the biggest elitist in literary history, college dropout, took a philosophy class once (which he got a C in) and now acts like he’s unlocked the secrets of the universe, hates small talk, sucker for conspiracy theories, endlessly loyal and protective, loves to push the envelope and weird people out, once convinced someone that he was leonardo dicaprio. (how could he ever deny a request for an autograph?)
As the weather grows colder, I’m digging out my fuzziest sweaters,
stocking up on hot milk tea, and… starting my 2017 reading list! Here are my top four anticipated reads for next year. What books are you excited for?
Wintersong by S. Jae-Jones
Release date: February 7, 2017
All her life, nineteen-year-old
Liesl has heard tales of the beautiful, mysterious Goblin King. He is
the Lord of Mischief, the Ruler Underground, and the muse around which
her music is composed. Yet, as Liesl helps shoulder the burden of
running her family’s inn, her dreams of composition and childish fancies
about the Goblin King must be set aside in favor of more practical
concerns. But when her sister Käthe is taken by the goblins, Liesl journeys to
their realm to rescue her sister and return her to the world above. The
Goblin King agrees to let Käthe go—for a price… [Image and summary via Goodreads]
The Education of Margot Sanchez by Lilliam Rivera
Release date: February 21st 2017 Pretty in Pink comes to the South Bronx in this bold and romantic
coming-of-age novel about dysfunctional families, good and bad choices,
and finding the courage to question everything you ever thought you
wanted—from debut author Lilliam Rivera. [Image and summary via Goodreads]
It’s Not Like It’s a Secret by Misa Sugiura
Release date: May 9th 2017
Sixteen-year-old Sana Kiyohara
has too many secrets. Some are small, like how it bothers her when her
friends don’t invite her to parties. Some are big, like that fact that
her father may be having an affair. And then there’s the one that she
can barely even admit to herself—the one about how she might have a
crush on her best friend… [Image and summary via Goodreads]
When Dimple Met Rishi by Sandhya Menon
Release date: May 30th 2017
A laugh-out-loud, heartfelt YA
romantic comedy, told in alternating perspectives, about two
Indian-American teens whose parents have arranged for them to be
married. [Image and summary via Goodreads]
During Grey’s Anatomy‘s winter premiere, the trio is called to a maximum security women’s prison to treat a violent 16-year-old pregnant prisoner. Confined to the halls of this underfunded and dangerous ward, Bailey (Chandra Wilson), Jo (Camilla Luddington), and Arizona (Jessica Capshaw) must navigate this bleak glimpse into the prison system, where the entire episode is set — you won’t see Grey Sloan or any of the other doctors throughout.
“When we sat down for the table read, we knew it was going to be a bit different because it’s primarily Chandra, Camilla, and I,” Capshaw tells EW. “I don’t think anyone knew what to expect, so there was a different kind of anticipation and excitement about reading it.”
However, excitement turned to anxiety once it became clear that this prison isn’t a safe place for the trio. “[We were] feeling like inevitably, because it’s Grey’s, something big is going to have to happen,” Capshaw says. “Every time we turned a page or went down a hallway or got frisked by a security guard, we were all waiting for the other shoe to drop. It felt like the Silence of the Lambs episode. It felt like something was just going to jump out at us. It was really, really fun in a different way to feel excited and anxious in that way.”
Production on the episode was also a new experience as the trio spent a lot of time together. “I think we’re all in almost every single scene,” Capshaw says. “It actually fell on my daughter’s sixth birthday, so my daughter celebrated her birthday on the set of Grey’s Anatomy in my trailer; we had a trailer party.”
“We worked really, really hard,” Capshaw continues. “It’s in the prison and it’s a little bit grittier and there’s a lot more anticipation, you’re just not sure what’s going to happen. The character that we go to help, we’re not really sure what she’s in there for or if she’s dangerous. She certainly doesn’t look dangerous, but is she dangerous? It was really fun to do because it felt like still Grey’s Anatomy, but an extension or segue that felt unexpected.”
You admire how easily he glides on the ice while he stays close to a player on the other team so they can’t pass him the puck. An opposing player passes it to the one (c/n) is defending but he quickly glides in front and takes the puck, turning around and cradling the puck between his stick. He skates past player after player, occasionally knocking a few with his shoulder. He’s not far from the goal but the clock is ticking and there’s not more than thirty seconds left. Your feet rumble back and forth in anticipation as you read the scoreboard once again, seeing that the score is still tied as its been all game. (C/n) notices he’s losing shooting space as players approach him so he swings back and takes a shot. The puck slides past a few players until it lands right between the goalies legs into the goal. He smiles as his teammates come and pat him on the back. He wasn’t one to brag about winning a game so he respectfully told them good game and headed off the ice to change.
The game ends with our team winning, once again. You know because you’ve been to basically every single one of his games. You wouldn’t miss it for the world. Most people thought you two were a couple, but no just friends. (C/n) and you had a weird relationship, you couldn’t say you were just friends. You both have admit their is this unusual connection between the two of you, it brings you guys closer together. He eventually comes out of the locker room in his sweatpants and a sweatshirt with his big hockey bag on his shoulder.
“You didn’t tell me you were coming to the game?” He says putting his other arm around your shoulder. He’s right, you weren’t but you promised a long time ago you would always support each other.
“Eh…who needs to do chores anyway?” You say wrapping your arm around his waist.
“Your telling me momma (l/n) let you skip chores to come watch my game?” You nod and walk out the doors of the rink into the windy cold air.
“She dropped me off because she knows I never miss a game.” He smirks and laughs a little.
“My place or yours this time?” He asks loading his bag into his car and grabbing his phone and keys from his pocket. You ponder whether you want to go to his house or if you would rather hang out at home.
“hmm that depends, I don’t want you to have to drive me home later,” you say while as you close the door to the car and buckle up. He starts the car and turns up the heater since he sees you shivering. You put your hands to the warm air and sigh in relief.
“Well my mom only makes her hot chocolate when guests come over so… we’re going to my house again,” he says putting the car in reverse and onto the road back to his house. You laugh, “so you admit you’re only using me for your moms hot chocolate?” you say shuffling in your seat to get a little cozier. He tries hiding his smile but fails when his white teeth flash a big smile and he looks at you without turning his head. “Maybe…but I mean that’s not the only reason… she sometimes makes cookies too” he says which causes you to smack his arm at his response. “Hey!! I’m driving be careful if you ever want that hot cocoa,” he says straightening back on the middle of the road.
It gets calmer in the car and you guys talk about the game. “You know another mom asked how long we were dating…again,” you say bringing up the topic of your relationship which brought a blush to his cheeks.
“Hm 1 year and 7 months I believe?” He says with a little laugh which causes you to laugh. “Are you sure it wasn’t 1 year and 8 months by now?” You say as he turns into his driveway. “Trust me (y/n), with a relationship this long, how could I forget?”
“you’re so cheesy” you say stepping out onto the slippery driveway into the warm cozy house with (c/n) not far behind.
“Only for you babe?” He says putting a sloppy slobbery kiss on your cheek.
“Ew (c/n), that was disgusting,” you say with giggles and taking the sleeve of his sweatshirt and wiping your cheek. You walk into the kitchen to find (c/n)’s mom just putting a batch of cookies in the oven. She jumps with surprise of the footsteps and comes over to you for a hug.
“(y/n)!! How long has it been since I see you? Last week?” She asks pulling away to set a timer on the oven. She takes out some mugs and grabs a kettle as she listens to your response.
“Actually two days ago I believe,” you say to her while laughing in your mind how often you see Mrs. (crushes last name).
“oh how funny is that, you kids go while I make some hot chocolate, I’m sure it will warm you right up. I’ll bring you a few warm cookies as well,“ she says lightly pushing you out of the kitchen into the living room.
”what do you want to do?” He asks looking down at you into your large eyes. You shrug your shoulders.
“I don’t know, wanna play Mario kart?” he smirks and heads over to the tv and turns it on. He grabs two controllers and puts the disk in while you sit down and get comfortable. He tosses a controller to you and you quickly push start and start the game. It’s after the third race when (c/n)’s mom comes out with two mugs and a small plate with two cookies on it.
“Here you go my lovelies, don’t drink too fast it’s hot, and (c/n) please share the cookies this time.” He rolls his eyes before grabbing a cookie and stuffing his mouth.
“Whatever you say mom, thank you.” He says swallowing and taking a small sip of the hot chocolate. You take a small bite of the cookie and setting it back on the plate. You search through the series races and click start.
After losing 1 and winning 3 the game ends and with no more of the warm chocolate drink in the mug and just a few crumbs on the plate. “Looks like you can play hockey better than you can play Mario Kart,” you say poking his side. He fake pouts.
“You’re not being a very supportive fake girlfriend,” he says fiddling with your fingers and linking your pinky. Suddenly his mom walks into the room and picks up your plate and mugs.
“What’s this I hear about having a girlfriend (c/n)? It’s about time you asked (y/n) I’m sure she’s been waiting for ages.”
For the second time that day he rolls his eyes, “mom” he says with a groan, hoping she would leave. You blush and now fiddle with your own hands. “Come on (c/n) sweetie, we’ve talked about this before, we know you won’t find another girl like (y/n).” You could tell (c/n) was getting frustrated and flustered with all the words coming out of his mothers mouth.
“-and don’t think I didn’t see the big kiss you gave her on the cheek before you walked in the kitchen,” she says all until he grabs your hand and intertwines it with his.
He takes his other hand and directs his lips directly onto yours. (C/n)’s mom stops blabbering and isn’t surprised when he sees you kissing him back. The kiss is only a few short seconds and he pulls away and looks at his mom and says, “okay fine you win, I like her, and she seems to like me too.” He lifts your intertwined fingers to show his mom and she nods in satisfaction and leaves the room.
You both look at each other and no words have been spoken. He gazes at you as if he’s waiting for a sign of approval from the kiss he’s given nearly minutes ago. You bite your lip but can’t help but smile. You shrug your shoulders and give a small reply, “it’s about time I guess.” You release your hand from his and rest them on his shoulders, pushing him back to lay on the couch as you hover over him. His hands needing something to hold, he rests them at your waist and molds them into your curves. You can taste the hot chocolate still on his lips and smile into the kiss before pulling away.
“how many years is it now? I’d say about 2.” He says smirking and licking his lips, which you take as him wanting another kiss, but before you do, you reply, “hm I was aiming towards three but whatever’s fine with you,” you say.
“Shut up and kiss me before I break up with you already,” he says and you lower your head to feel the warm contact on your lips. Something you would take over hot chocolate any day.
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