but let's be honest i can never figure out timelines so

In Time

“As Emma falls back into the portal, she thinks of one thing: home.” Instead of returning to the barn with Hook, Emma gets sent even further into the future.

Author’s Note: Dedicated to @phiralovesloki as an early birthday present. She digs the time travel trope, so here it is! Special thanks to @starlessness for the beta.

Rating: PG

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The portal swirls behind her, Hook and the other woman already gone to the other side. Emma isn’t sure how long it will last or if her magic will hold long enough for her to follow. Rumplestiltskin’s grip is an iron vice on her wrist. How she had never noticed his strength before now, she does not know.

“I loved him too! I wanted to save him!” she shouts, pleading with him to let her go home and not let Neal’s death be in vain.

Does it make her a terrible person to be pleading for Neal’s father to allow his son to die? She feels like she’s betraying Neal by begging for his death. But if she doesn’t convince Rumplestiltskin to release her, she believes she could be failing everyone. Neal wouldn’t want his own life saved at the expense of the timeline and everyone else.

She wants nothing more than to get back to everyone else, to home, to finally begin to build her life in Storybrooke with Henry and her family. She wants the chance to know what that will mean, to discover just what her future holds there, not trapped here in the past.

Somehow, the Dark One listens to her, wrenching her free. As Emma falls back into the portal, she thinks of one thing: home.

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@yuriplisetsky is a size queen

Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky

2,900 words

“What are you talking about?”

“Your Twitter? Your thread that spends about ten tweets waxing poetry about the size of my dick? Everyone’s talking about it, the fans are going crazy, I had Victor ringing me up half an hour ago to ask if it was true and if I really had deflowered Russia’s Fairy like that, and I just – what the hell were you thinking, Yuri?”

In which Yuri gets drunk and Tweets some things he probably shouldn’t have.

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So @94mercy made this post that headcanoned that Yuri gets drunk one night and talks about the size of Otabek’s dick on social media, and I immediately knew I had to write it. Otherwise known as me just wanting to join in with all the hung!Otabek content that’s been coming out of this fandom in recent weeks. 

(Also tagging @daddybek because that’s where this all started back in February)


They’ve been dating for a few months when it happens.

Yuri goes round to Mila’s for a few drinks after practice one day, and they steadily make their way through a bottle of vodka, laughing and talking about their respective partners. The music is loud and Yuri feels all loose and giggly as he reaches for his phone, taking selfies and documenting their escapades on Snapchat. He’s never been this drunk before, so drunk he’s not even sure what order his memories from the last few hours go in, so drunk that he can barely stand, so drunk that the room is spinning.

He sits down and opens Twitter, starting to type. He doesn’t even think about what he’s Tweeting, just starts a thread and keeps on going until he gets it all off his chest. Mila is grabbing at his hands and pulling him up so they can dance together again, and Yuri’s phone lies on the couch, forgotten.

So he doesn’t see what he’s done until morning.

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anonymous asked:

Boyfriend era prompt - post-coital pillow talk, just after their first time since getting back together. You can decide where in the timeline this takes place :)

an allusion to gordon in this ficlet, but it’s not explicit - literally just a brief implication of what happened.

If Robert was honest, he wasn’t entirely sure what to do with himself, now he’d done the awkward cleanup, condom wrapped in tissue and thrown into Aaron’s bin, his boyfriend lying in bed, under the covers now.

Easing his boxers over his hips, Robert settled under Aaron’s duvet with him, figuring it would feel less odd if he just went with it.

(The sex hadn’t been odd, that had been perfect, but the aftermath of their hookups had always been getting quickly dressed, and Robert going back to his life with Chrissie, but his life was here now, with Aaron - so they had some new post-sex habits to learn.)

Propping his head up with his hand, Robert looked at Aaron intently. “Are you okay?” he asked, genuinely asking. It had taken them a while, to take the next step, to have sex, and well - Robert wanted to make sure Aaron was okay, like really, completely okay.

“I’m not broken, Robert,” Aaron shook his head, duvet pulled up around his chest, his hair sweaty and plastered to his forehead. “Of course I’m okay.”

“I just wanted to be sure,” Robert said. “This - this was big, you know?”

He wasn’t sure how to phrase what he wanted to say, wasn’t sure how you put that sort of question into words that wouldn’t hurt, or harm, because that was the last thing Robert wanted to do.

Aaron was quiet for a second, thoughtful. “It was a little overwhelming,” he admitted, shifting a little closer to Robert. “And not because of him, because it’s you, Robert, and I never thought I was going to get to have this with you again.”

Robert let out a breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding, the niggling worry he’d felt as he’d come down from his orgasm, to a serious expression on Aaron’s face, gone. “So it was okay?”

Aaron snorted. “Do you want me to stroke your ego or summat?” he questioned, poking at Robert’s stomach. “You know how I feel about sex with you.”

Robert grinned. “Remind me.”

“You can fuck off if you just want me to tell you about how good you are in bed,” Aaron rolled his eyes, checking the time on his phone, the artificial light harsh in his dimly lit room, the two of them illuminated only by Aaron’s bedside lamps, something soft, and romantic about the lighting. “It’s late.”

Robert squinted at his watch, shrugging slightly. “I don’t feel like sleeping,” he admitted, energy coursing through his veins. He’d thought about this, being with Aaron again, getting to have sex with him again, a lot.

They’d been back together for well over a month and a half now, and they’d done stuff, sure - hurried handjobs in the morning, swallowing each other’s moans with desperate kisses, starting slow, slower than their relationship had ever been, but this, tonight, it had been their first time.

Second first time, if the world would allow Robert a second to be unbearably cheesy, because everything about it had felt like a second chance at a first, the slow movements, the lingering touches.

Robert had fallen in love all over again, as he’d been able to watch Aaron’s forehead crease up, expression heavy with pleasure as Robert did what he’d always done best with Aaron, take him apart with his hands, his mouth, his dick.

They’d always gotten the sex part right, even if they’d never done much else right, and Robert was glad, really, that they’d taken so much time to get to know each other again over the past few weeks, before they brought sex back into their relationship.

Everything felt more real, this time around.

Because it was real, he supposed.

“Me neither,” Aaron admitted, shuffling a little closer, legs tangling with Robert’s. His skin was warm, against Robert’s bare chest, the soft material of his boxers brushing against his thighs, making the hairs there stand on end.

Robert moved, grinning at the undignified huff that Aaron let out as Robert forced him to move a little, so he could hook an arm under him, and around his back, pulling him close to his chest.

He didn’t much feel like leaving any space between them, not tonight.

Aaron wrapped his arms around Robert’s back, digging his chin into Robert’s shoulder. “I’m really glad we’re doing this,” he said quietly, Robert able to count his every breath, feel the rise and fall of his boyfriend’s chest against his own, Aaron’s heartbeat regular, and real. “I’m glad we’re giving ourselves a real chance.”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t give it to you sooner,” Robert said, practically breathing the words into Aaron’s ear, apologies tinging his every word. He’d never be able to make up for all the things he’d done, all the ways he’d done wrong by Aaron, but moments like this, where he could hold him close and make him feel good, and safe, well - it felt like the universe was giving him a chance to do something worthwhile with his life, do something good.

(Loving Aaron was something good, something that gave him the confidence, the strength, to be the person he’d refused to ever be, out, and happy, and maybe proud, one day soon.)

“You’re here now,” Aaron replied, pressing his lips to the cool skin of Robert’s shoulder, his grip on Robert’s back tightening.

Robert pulled the duvet up around them a bit more, lips pressed to the side of Aaron’s head. “I’m always going to be here for you, Aaron - from now on. There’s nowhere else I’d want to be.”

Aaron was quiet for a second, before he laughed, the sound shockingly loud and brilliant in the otherwise quiet room. “I didn’t realise sex made you so soppy,” he teased, Robert rolling his eyes good-naturedly in response.

“Quit the teasing,” Robert drawled, sleep finally feeling as though it was going to come, his eyes fluttering shut. “Or I’m not going to bother rocking your world like I just did ever again.”

I’m not really sure what to say

I’m sorry that some of you feel Emmerdale is slighting you somehow. That is a terrible feeling. I can relate to that. I don’t agree or at least don’t see it that way but it does suck if that’s how it feels. Cause you should always be heard.

Maybe it’s an experience thing? Maybe everyone imagines that every show is marginalizing us. I don’t think that’s the case but I also don’t think anything they could do aside from breaking all the pre-watershed rules would go much further to change that. 

This show has done amazing things with all their LGBTQ characters over the years but especially Aaron and Robert. Aaron is great product of that. They’ve legitimized bisexuality with a main CORE character and continue to show what bi-phobia can look like and fight against it. 

For me the difference with Emmerdale and other soaps who have gay characters is so striking. I was deep in a ship of a US soap gay couple. At the time it was groundbreaking (this wasn’t that long ago to be honest) and it was exciting for so many of us in that fandom. We had 2 kisses…

….and then nothing, some hugs, a little handholding, one mistletoe kiss THAT WAS PANNED away from so it was IMPLIED rather than seen. 

For over 8 months. Nothing. Once they did kiss, it was a bit easier but then it took a total of 2 YEARS for this couple to have sex. TWO YEARS. And we didn’t see anything at all. 

They moved in together at some point but we were told…not shown. There were a bunch of obstacles that made no sense thrown in the way. Then it ended with them not even together. 

But I could have gotten over that if they had been treated as part of the actual show. They were isolated for the most part, had almost no real interaction with other characters (well one had a bit more than the other but not really all that much) and they didn’t feel like they were a part of the show. They had good emotional depth because the actors were fantastic but – yeah. That was ignorance and fear at work. 

Currently there are several gay couple/characters on US and UK soaps but they have no story (don’t talk to the DAYS fans who are being screwed over right now). Hollyoaks has probably one of the most physical but the writing and stories for them are abysmal and they have no depth as a couple while their other couple has potential but it’s being squandered. Corrie is a little boring to be fair and aren’t front burner. Let’s not even talk about East Enders and Ben, ok? 

I look at them and then I look at Emmerdale. I am astounded. Because they are not marginalizing Robert or Aaron. They don’t stick them in a corner and pull them out when they want to show us “the gay couple.” That’s the thing..they aren’t spotlighted to be that. They are shown to be a COUPLE in love. They have actual jobs they go to (sometimes), they interact with other stories and characters, they have family, they have friends (well, they have at least one friend). They have ENTIRE PRESS JUNKETS AND SPECIAL EPISODES revolved around them. The writers take care so much to write them. I’m sorry but they do. Maxine and Isobel and Jane in particular are amazing with characterization. 

Could it be better? Always. I think everything has room for improvement. I want to hurry their timeline on how they are integrating Robert more and more as they have fleshed him out (but that’s a completely different post, ask me about that later. :)) 

I just – I don’t think that Aaron is being written in the way he is being written because they want to not show a gay couple being intimate. Aaron is being written the way he is because Aaron has ISSUES with intimacy. Always has. He has NEVER been an outwardly physical or emotional character. He rarely let’s anyone outside family and Robert touch him and EVEN then he is hesitant with them. That is who Aaron is. It’s partly his past experiences, his own insecurities and to be honest, his and Robert’s very recent past issues. Aaron has let Robert in more than I think anyone else and that is something important the writers have done.  Robert, oth, is the most tactile character. He shows how he feels way easier. I think for him being physical was his go to when he wanted something or someone. It’s the emotional side of Robert that has needed tending to. And it has gotten that. In recent weeks, we’ve seen more and more sides to Robert, more fleshing out, more thoughts and feelings.

What they have done right is tell this love story between this two damaged men very well and quite truthfully. They haven’t backed down from doing that though. They are leaps and bounds ahead of so many others. And they keep trying. 

I’ve been on the other side of this fence. I’ve been in that writer room watching them try to figure out a way to tell their story effectively while having to listen to network interference. I know how writers are, how much they can care and how much they sometimes don’t. This bunch of writers on this tiny show care so damn much about these characters and their fans. It’s a blessing because many many do not. 

Maybe it’s those experiences that don’t let me see where some of you are coming from. I’m sorry for that. I hope that somehow it gets better and that you can find enjoyment. I hope that you one day find a show who you believe is hearing you and speaks for you. 

I hear you though and I am crossing my fingers and I love you very much. 

Molly Hooper Unplugged.

Series 4 Sherlock is not what I expected. Over all, I liked it. A lot. It’s not without it’s problems though. From a viewer’s perspective that is. I’m not going to trash the writers because, in fact, I have tremendous appreciate for their creative process, intelligence and brilliance.

As with the books, the writers set out to tell us stories in similar fashion to the canon literature. John Watson is considered the narrator but, in fact, is the peripheral story-teller. Sherlock, himself, is the primary narrator. Not only that, Sherlock tells us his stories retrospectively. Meaning that from beginning to end the story has already happened. It’s done and over, with Sherlock telling us: ‘Okay, this is what went down.”

Mark Gatiss made an interesting comment once that he and Moffat write the stories from end to beginning. It’s the only way they can detail the cases, the story-line and Sherlock’s elaborate deductions. Truly, it’s a clever approach. But, and this is important, it’s also why the audience rarely receives the resolution they want, or feel they deserve. Sherlock – as the narrator – won’t say. He gives the viewer what he chooses and then leaves us to figure out the rest.

As I looked back upon every episode from the very beginning, this particular format is consistent. It also explains why there’s an abhorrent lack of Molly this season. Sherlock is her avenue and narrator, and he’s not talking. Throughout the series, there have only been two exceptions to this: The Sign of Three and His Last Vow.

The writers love Louise Brealey. They adore her and they adore Molly. Molly is introduced to the audience in ASiP with Sherlock. It’s their “meet cute” – which tells us she’s important – even though she was initially considered a one-off character. Sherlock, however, had other plans and wanted her to stick around. He’s the one who’s chosen her fate in the stories, not the writers.

I know, I know – it’s a weird and unusual way to look at this. The writers are, after all, penning this series and in charge, right? Yes, of course. At the end of the day, however, they are two of the biggest Sherlock Holmes fan boys and they have deferred many decisions to this fictional character.

So, strange as it might sound, anyone who writes stories knows there’s more than a kernel of truth in this. We might think we’re in charge of the characters we create, but really – we’re in guardianship. Sherlock is no exception to this because he’s a long established character in literary fiction.

Many years ago, the ground-breaking television series, The X-Files, elucidated this fact (in an extreme way) with an episode called, Milagro. The writer, Phillip Padgett, experiences his character come to life, who creates all sorts of murderous mayhem.

When you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be truth.”

Fox Mulder used that exact quote from Sherlock Holmes in the Milagro episode to convince his FBI partner, Dana Scully, that this is exactly what was happening.

So, if anyone, besides myself, is wondering why we’re not seeing Molly all that much – it’s because of Sherlock. At the same time, he also gives us wonderful clues (because that’s what he does) as to why this is and what happened. All we have to do is observe and don his methods of deductions.

This, by the way, will have little to do with sub-text. That’s a very different animal. Instead, we have to infer and make some logical leaps based upon the evidence given. To be honest, this has been part of the fun of watching Sherlock. But, it can also be frustrating, exhaustive, and even disheartening, when viewers aren’t given any kudos for figuring things out, or for even trying. That does, in my opinion, lie within the hands of the writers. After all, they do have creative latitude.

There are two things that left me saying ‘Huh?’ regarding Molly in series 4.

Her diminished presence.

Her strong resistance to say, ‘I Love You.’

For me to understand, I did a cursory review of Molly’s history, which isn’t hard. Especially as there’s this infuriating, ongoing belief with journalists, casual and not-so-casual viewers, that Molly’s emotional hesitancy in saying ‘I Love You’ to Sherlock is somehow the result of a bizarre form of post-trauma from season one.

Nothing could be further from the truth. Molly / Sherlock ‘shippers’ (and I’m one) know this because we’re not simply watching a television show, we’re observing all the nuances of what’s presented / not presented, that others either don’t see, choose not to see, or believe unimportant.

First, I want to lay the basis that Molly’s “unrequited” love for Sherlock has not remained an issue since A Scandal In Belgravia (s2e1). Nor has she been mocked or ridiculed by Sherlock over her affection for him. The opposite of this is true and also shown.  

Beginning with The Reichenbach Fall, Sherlock and Molly have grown closer and share an intimacy that none of the other characters are made privy. It’s not romantic intimacy, that we know of, but a deeply valued and trusted friendship.

Sherlock turns to Molly in one of his greatest moments of need. She becomes his confidant at a time when things are, quite frankly, frightening for him. Molly, along with a host of others, help Sherlock plan his demise. Her role, as Sherlock later reveals, was not only invaluable, but that she is the one person who mattered the most. Whether his comment is based on the Moriarty deal, or a commentary about how he now views her, it doesn’t really matter. What this scene from The Empty Hearse showed viewers is that Molly and Sherlock have grown. Their relationship dynamics have shifted to a new dance. There’s more than a hint of attraction from both, and whether or not you want to ‘friend-zone’ them, the sentiment still stands: they hold a palpable love for one another.  

Viewers are also made aware in this episode that Molly has “moved on” and engaged to a guy who is a distorted facsimile of Sherlock’s physical characteristics. We think that scene is about Molly and it is – but it’s also about Sherlock. The look on his face when he meets Tom is priceless.

Sherlock has never dealt very well when confronted with Molly’s involvement with other men. It’s not sub-text or speculation…it’s shown. Given the fact this man lives in a state of emotional infancy, especially during The Great Game, he might not really understand why he viciously cock-blocked Jim-from-IT-Moriarty, angering / embarrassing Molly in the process.

He does learn, however. Otherwise, he’s not a very good genius.

I’m not sure why it’s hard to understand that series 3 Molly is not harboring unrequited love. Sherlock is. Yes, it’s a strange sort of love because he represses his emotions and impulses, I’ll grant you. He doesn’t show it overtly, but it’s there.

The tables have been flipped on Sherlock, because although his seeping emotions are masked behind logic and rationalism, or ridiculous excuses – he’s actually the one seeking out Molly.

Molly keeps him on his toes by her openness and authenticity. She even shared that she’s having quite a bit of sex, which really does blow the gasket in his Vulcan mind. He has no idea how to process this info. Ironically, her words are sort of a call back to his from The Great Game, when he’s having a hissy fit and tells John he’s not interested in the solar system, or who’s having sex with who. Molly’s having sex, Sherlock. Does it need mentioning that their romantic involvements have always mirrored one another, too?

Sherlock does find a way to get in another deliberate, but very subtle cock-block regarding Molly’s fiancé during John and Mary’s reception. Of course it bothered her, somewhat. She wasn’t devastated or traumatized over the fact that Sherlock just showed her, again, that her choice in men will always be woefully inadequate compared to him. She’s really rather proud of him in this episode, and swooning a bit.

Truthfully, both Molly and Sherlock have some version of brainiac jealousy / possessiveness going on, but still, Molly adores him, OPENLY, by the way. She’s not hiding it.

All of this gels to demonstrate that Molly’s emotional 180 in The Final Problem over saying ‘I love you’ is NOT because she’s been sitting around for seven years, crying in margaritas over this guy.

It’s about something else entirely. The timeline between TSoT and His Last Vow hold the answer. Something happened between them that came very close to destroying their relationship. Sherlock gives us a few clues in HLV. First, there’s this:

“How dare you throw away the beautiful gifts you were born with. And how dare you betray the love of your friends. Say you’re sorry!”

“Sorry you’re engagement’s over, although fairly grateful for the lack of a ring.”

Great dialogue! Especially if we’re looking through Sherlock’s eyes and know he’s been staying at her beautiful home, which we find out later on. This bit of info comes from Molly, when she breaks the fourth wall of television by interacting with viewers directly.

We can take Molly’s scolding of Sherlock at face value. He’s using (drugs) and by doing so letting down his friends and himself. Bad Sherlock.

I believe, however, this is more than chastising Sherlock for reckless behavior. The following, by the way, is about subtext, because that’s where we have to look and infer. Subtext, while a valid form of information, can be a dangerous little guy, because we project based upon our individual filters and desires. It’s important to keep this in mind when inferring possibilities.

I’m also not being dismissive of drug use, at all, but attempting to fill the blanks that currently hold cognitive dissonance based upon everything we’ve been show up until now. We went from HappyMolly and HappySherlock to ‘what-the-hell-is-going-on’?

Clearly, whatever it is, it’s origin lies in love and betrayal. And, other than in Sherlock’s mind palace after being shot – we only see Molly one more time, when she tells us about her bedroom as Sherlock’s bolt hole.

His Last Vow ends without any resolution between the two. Or so we believe.

But, I’ll get back to this.

There’s head canons and fanfic to fill in the missing gaps of HLV, but The Abdominal Bride does a great job at summing things up in a nutshell.

This episode, in which Sherlock sets about solving 121 year old murder case from the Victorian era, is about the long-lasting consequences of using, objectifying, misleading, abusing, disparaging and basically the all around diminished and misogynistic treatment of women.  

There’s also quite a bit of symbology wrapped up in Sherlock’s psychedelic trip. He’s solving a crime from another century, but he’s still got his Scooby gang by his side. They’re all consistent with their modern, present day counterparts, filling the same functions and roles when Sherlock isn’t following Alice down the rabbit hole.

With the exception of Molly.

The role of a pathologist / medical examiner was not typically filled by a woman in this era. As a result, Molly has to be concealed as a man. Perfectly reasonable. What’s different, however, is the relationship between she and Sherlock. It’s cold, if not a bit derisory and bitter.

John’s role is interesting regarding Molly because it’s not John, but instead Sherlock’s projection. Victorian John tells ‘Dr Hooper’ that he’s not Sherlock’s puppy, that he can see through her disguise and sympathizes with what one has to do to be recognized in the world.

We can take that conversation at face value. It is what it is. But, maybe it’s worth considering that this might also be Sherlock’s conscience seeping through, imprinting itself on the state of affairs between he and Molly. In Sherlock’s words, John is a “romantic” - he sees things Sherlock can’t - so there is some validity with the idea that he might need John’s ‘eyes’ to see his way through this. To see Molly past the façade of anger and self-protection. I’m sure there are other great interpretations.

From a symbolic perspective, TAB was Sherlock reconciling, or at least beginning to make amends to Molly (as well as other women he’s used: Janine).

Now is where speculation comes in regarding the timeline between TSoT, HLV and TAB.

Let’s say Sherlock was using Molly’s home as a bolt hole. Maybe not the first time, so he likes it, and it gives him the space and privacy to work on the Magnussen case. If this is true, it’s probably because it’s too complicated for him to work at Baker St, especially as he’s fake wooing Janine to get to her boss.

The other thing that’s taking place is that he’s using. How often and how much is unsure, but he did look pretty strung out at the hospital. And, when Sherlock uses, he’s a very different person.

Molly and Janine mirror one another, although Sherlock’s feelings, thoughts and opinions toward each are drastically different.

Dependent upon when Sherlock began using Molly’s home, if he’s using her home (he does have other bolt holes) – she might still be engaged to Tom. It’s conjecture, but she probably is. Sherlock tells John that he’s been fake dating Janine for a month, which means this started almost immediately after the wedding.

Realistically, I don’t think anyone expected the engagement between M/T to last, but it doesn’t mean Molly wasn’t sincere or didn’t love him. So, Sherlock’s presence and the use of her home – especially her bedroom, a space that implies intimacy - is bound to inflict some legitimate strain on a relationship that’s already falling apart.

Any number of scenarios could have played out. Tom might have given Molly an ultimatum? M/T might have decided to take a time-out? Guess away.  

Sherlock might be influencing Molly through subtle means to end her engagement. He might turn up the charm and possibly – in one way or another – woo her as well. Maybe lead her to believe something was possible between them? Which he might consider true, at some point. He doesn’t want her with other men, but won’t allow a proper resolution to their attraction. His use of drugs could make it easier for him to make those personality / conscience shifts necessary to do what he’s doing.

If this happened, and there’s nothing to say it did – just using TAB as a blueprint since Molly was included with the ‘brides’ – it really is unconscionable on his part. Although, and this is NOT in any way an excuse of his behavior – his superiority and arrogance did slap him hard - because he actually cares and loves Molly, so his potential motivations with her are very different than with Janine. Knowing this does not make it better or right. He’s taking drugs - he’s in ‘the Game Is On’ mode and not making good decisions.

Perhaps Molly found out about Janine and they had a chat? Yeah, it’s a bit soap opera-ish – but how else would Janine know Sherlock used her? John? Magnussen? She was very quick with her ‘for profit’ revenge plan. More than likely Magnussen told her…he enjoys the suffering of others.

However she found out, Molly would have confronted Sherlock. Sherlock might not have shown any remorse for using someone as a ‘means to an end’ (Janine), while attempting to deduce Molly by saying her LOVE for Tom was equally specious. He did say, during his best man speech, that All emotions, and in particular love, stand opposed to the pure, cold reason I hold above all things.” We know this isn’t entirely true, and he knows it as well. But, if he attempted to make a point to Molly about her actions, as a parallel to his, all while HIGH, wow – it crashed and burned.

I’m not saying this is what happened. Just tossing out the idea. But, it does make the M/S hospital scene even more poignant. It’s their break-up fight.

If Sherlock did any of this, it would be hard to forgive. Molly would have to dig really deep inside her to make a journey back as his friend. Their relationship is fractured and rests on a precariously balanced fulcrum. Betrayal by love is a huge theme in His Last Vow.

There are two external events, which help pull them back into each other’s orbit.

Sherlock is shot. Sherlock murders Magnussen.

I’m sure this would help soften Molly, in as much as tragedy can put things into perspective very quickly. Being deeply wounded by someone you love doesn’t mean you stop loving them – although it’s possible. Maybe the time between being shot and killing Magnussen Sherlock made a sincere effort to make amends with her? I imagine he would, but their relationship has been severely strained and Molly keeps clear distance.

I’m really, really, really speculating on this one – but, maybe Mary reached out to Molly as someone to lean on? We never see these two interact (other than the christening) which is a shame. There is, however, an ever-so-slight seed that might suggest Mary’s involvement, which we got in TAB. Mary is the one who discovers the brides. And, Mary is put on the case by Mycroft. So, maybe Mycroft knows there’s been a fall-out. Again, sounds like a twisted sort of soap opera – but there’s some precedence for this, too.

Mycroft knows Molly. She was a the most significant person in TRF plan. We’ve also seen him request her assistance at the morgue prior to this (ASiB). Who knows. What we do know, is that when Sherlock uses and comes off drugs – Mycroft calls in as many resources as possible. If there is a fracture between Molly and Sherlock, it will be seen as a risk, which requires a fix. Mary could help with this. Furthermore, in TAB, Mycroft tells Sherlock this is a war (women) he (they) must lose. Meaning, Sherlock fucked up. Big time. He’s got to set it right.

Some headway is made, because the bride scene in TAB shows Sherlock acknowledging his mistakes and remorse. We then see where the relationship is left between M/S with two words: “Hooper / Holmes.”  

They can face each other, be in the same room, but it’s chilly.

Series 4 reflects this in Molly’s absence as well as her presence. But, she and Sherlock will continue to be pulled together through more external events.

They are Rosamund Watson’s godparents and on speaking terms.

They are also hit with a devastating, irretrievable blow: Mary’s death. This, along with profound grief, is enough to set aside any personal differences to come together and focus on the needs of others. Even though Sherlock takes himself to ‘hell and back.’

Molly speaks with Sherlock in TLD, and even acquiesces to his request for an ambulance. Molly does this on faith - she really doesn’t know what’s going on. There’s still an edge between them. He’s using, she’s stressed, he’s dying. She’s agreed to do her part in watching Sherlock through his withdrawal days, and meets he and John for birthday cake.

Concessions are being made.

Now we come to The Final Problem, where Molly is Sherlock’s third task. He has to get her to say I Love You, but their relationship remains somewhat perfunctory and cool. A lot of water has passed under their bridge and blind trust has not been established.

If anything remotely took place between them such as the above – whoa – it’s no surprise why this scene went down the way it did.

It also makes sense of Molly’s words: “Leave me alone.” “Why are you making fun of me?” “You know why.” “Of course you do.”

There’s two different events taking place that cause an intense emotional build-up and break-down between these two characters.

Molly is unable to push down her stress and sorrow any longer. It’s risen to the surface. There’s been too much, in a short amount of time, and something’s gotta give. We see her ignore Sherlock, which is an eye-opener for him, and even when she does answer her phone she’s direct and not interested in idle chit-chat.

Sherlock’s stress is mounting too. By virtue of Eurus’s game and the previous month’s events. He needs to ask something of Molly that he knows won’t be received well. Even if he tries to convince himself otherwise and feign ignorance.

It was a life or death moment from Sherlock’s perspective, but a ‘push come to shove’ for Molly. Both of them went through an emotional vivisection. Still, they said I love you and it was sincere and authentic.

At the end of that scene, however, neither one knows the consequences of this event. It’s not a happy moment, but instead filled with uncertainty and possibly more loss. Sherlock killed a coffin. Molly looks absolutely forlorn.

The ending montage is disappointingly neglectful of resolution. This is where the writers could have used a more creative latitude – more than .3 seconds of Molly’s happy smile. At least it was nice to get that, but gees, really?

If we’re looking at this from Sherlock’s point of view – Molly is happy. More than happy – she’s vibrant. Personally speaking, I can’t see any reason Molly would be presented this way had she and Sherlock not achieved some satisfactory relationship understanding regarding romantic love.

My heels aren’t dug in the sand regarding the above. I am truly open to other interpretations. For now, though, this was my exercise in explaining what wasn’t explained. She might be an insane murdering psychopath and brilliant beyond Newton, but Eurus was right when she said - context is everything.

Rolling Stone Breakdown

I read part of the article earlier today before work and I could already tell BS was simmering even before I got home and found out about all the over the top het stuff.  Knowing this ahead of time, I’m going to go ahead and take notes / rant back at the article as I read it.

BS 101: Intro to BS

  • paragraph 1: wow this person really wanted to be a bad fanfic writer, but they got stuck at Rolling Stone instead
  • I’m being petty with this, but just use “One Direction” fully if you’re going to go to the trouble of typing out “One D” instead of “1D”
  • “he became a canvas onto which many of fans pitched their hopes and dreams” because all fans of boybands (i.e. girls) dream about is romance and that’s the only reason they’re fans, ALSO media like Rolling Stone had nothing to do with Harry being a blank canvas for people to project their image of him onto (*sarcasm)
  • every mention of After, even a vague one, is -5000 points, every time it’s mentioned normally and not as the dangerous misrepresentation of abuse it is, is -5,000,000 points, every time someone crosses the line by a light-year and talks about it directly to Harry is -5,000,000,000 points, I don’t make the rules, I just enforce them
  • “a song cycle about women and relationships”, *cough*womanizer BS*cough, ALSO the first single Sign of the Times is clear social commentary with no real (read: not forced to fit that interpretation) hint of romance in sight, so…?
  • “more of a rock sound”, still pretending that 1D’s last 3 albums never existed
  • Harry wants his music to be “honest”, now where have we heard that before?  Niall, Louis, Zayn with Liam probably soon to follow.  It’s almost like they’ve been held forcibly quiet under a gag order…
  • I’m trying to figure out how I’m supposed to take the comment that Harry “runs every yellow light” and apply it to his persona, I’m stumped (also, you can’t run a yellow btw)
  • the album no one has heard is burning a hole in his iPhone”, chill the fuck out with the italics, I know everyone else has talked about that, but you haven’t even mentioned the secrecy around his album in your article so you have no reason to randomly italicize things

Hiatus

  • “there was another One D member to vector questions into a charmingly evasive display of band camaraderie”, fuck you and your ever so sly implications that the boys’ closeness was manufactured and that the boys never answering anything interesting had to do with the band rather than interviewers incessantly asking the same vapid questions
  • “It was in a London studio in late 2014 that Styles first brought up the idea of One Direction taking a break”, as @paynoisbatman already pointed out, this timeline of the hiatus makes no sense with the timing of Zayn “quitting”, also it’s inconsistent with the way the boys denied the first round of hiatus articles in June 2015
  • just to be clear, they probably DID know about the hiatus ahead of time and they WERE lying when they denied the upcoming hiatus in June, and that also means that there’s no reason Zayn should have jumped the gun so close to the finish line (yay mixed metaphors!), I’m just pointing out the story is inconsistent, so all of these things can’t be true
  • “If you’re shortsighted, you can think, ‘Let’s just keep touring,’ but we all thought too much of the group than to let that happen. You realize you’re exhausted and you don’t want to drain people’s belief in you.” <- This is pure 100% lovely, insightful, well spoken Harry
  • I’d also like to point out that them first discussing it in 2014 means that Harry’s comment about “we all thought too much of the group” applies to all 5
  • “I love the band, and would never rule out anything in the future. The band changed my life, gave me everything.” I’d like to point out that they always phrase these quotes to sound like past tense, like the band is broken up as of now, when in reality he’s saying that not only will they come back after the hiatus but that he’s in this band for life
  • “and not just have it be ‘Here’s a demo I wrote.’”  you have that chance Harry!  Release the finished version of Don’t Let Me Go Harry!
  • “Every decision I’ve made since I was 16 was made in a democracy.” I feel like someone misspelled “was a rebellion under Simon Cowell and Co’s dictatorship”

Pretentious Character Work or Work on Building Pretentious Character? Ah, got it: Pretentious Work on Building Pretentious Character

  • “As one of the most well-known 23-year-olds in the world, Styles himself is still largely unknown” not if you’ve actually paid attention over the last 6 years?  I mean yes, always to some extent, but it’s not like this insightful, loving dork is a dark mystery
  • “He looks at my digital recorder like a barely invited guest.” learn to choose useful metaphors and stop being pretentious
  • dude, I know you did this on purpose, but you said that “Behind the effervescent stage persona, there is more lore than fact. He likes it that way.” and then put the quote about Prince’s artist draw being his mystery right after, making it seem like he that was his reason for wanting to be mysterious, then you quoted “It’s not about trying to make my career longer, like I’m trying to be this 'mysterious character,’ because I’m not.” which directly contradicts the connection you drew with your words, AKA you knew it was BS and made it seem connected anyway
  • “The pool cleaner looks perplexed, not quite sharing Styles’ existential joy.” there’s nothing existential about it, it’s just a smile, he’s just being nice to people he passes like a good human being, I’m sorry if you don’t know what that looks like
  • “It’s obvious that the band has a well-worn frat-house dynamic”, do you actually know what you’re talking about or are you going off of stereotypes? if you’re calling it a “frat” and were in a fraternity, your frat was probably stereotypical anyway
  • “Styles is, to all, ‘H.’” It’s a fricking nickname that his fricking boybandmates also use, not a commentary on his position as the benign and worshipped leader of the Jamaican band cult frat you apparently think formed
  • “Pomegranate-scented candles flicker around the room.” this I definitely believe, but did you recognize the pomegranate smell right away or specifically look at a candle to find out what it was?
  • “It was Styles’ first full immersion into the land of musos” I need that staring into the camera Office gif

Music Ideology

  • “Most of the stuff that hurts me about what’s going on at the moment is not politics, it’s fundamentals,” Styles says. “Equal rights. For everyone, all races, sexes, everything. …” this is a very interesting thing to randomly bring into a conversation without asking, unlike the rest of the article, this bit aligns with Harry’s rainbows in the pics, at SNL, and out and about with fans
  • “The song is written from a point of view as if a mother was giving birth to a child and there’s a complication.” No, uh-uh, I like the idea personally , but Harry has said ever since MITAM and maybe before that he likes people to be able to have their own interpretation, he said it in interviews about SOTT recently too, I’m not at all convinced Harry wanted to actually share the official story of what the song means, it flies in the face of his philosophy about song interpretation
  • “The lyrics are full of details and references – secrets whispered between friends, doomed declarations of love, empty swimming pools – sure to set fans scrambling for the facts behind the mystery.” the fact that you put this right after Ever Since New York is laughable, that is a solid contender for the vaguest lyrics that couldn’t possibly be accurately paired up with details of Harry’s life, but you want people to think it’s about Haylor, don’t you
  • “I’m happy I found this band and these musicians, where you can be vulnerable enough to put yourself out there.” this one is hard because I can see Harry being grateful for a good group of people to write with, but I also don’t believe the implications that he’s never been vulnerable in his writing before or that he couldn’t be vulnerable with his boyband, both are BS, I’m going to say it’s probably a real quote but with suggestive framing
  • “The album is a distinct departure from the dance pop that permeates the airwaves.” can people please stop pretending that music hasn’t sounded vaguely 70′s and 80′s-ish for the last 4-5 years?
  • “It’s different from what you’d expect,” Bhasker says. “It made me realize the Harry [in One D] was kind of the digitized Harry. Almost like a character. I don’t think people know a lot of the sides of him that are on this album.” such. utter. BS.  Fans know Harry.  the general public only doesn’t know him because MEDIA LIKE ROLLING STONE created that “digitized Harry” that’s “like a character”
  • “Asked if he spends pressure-filled evenings worried about proving credibility to an older crowd, Styles grows animated.” of course he does, sweet child of man that he is, he jumps at the chance to educate heathens like you about the wonderful world of being a decent human being rather than a sexist prick

1D and Zayn

  • “He’s not a heavy drinker, he says, maybe some tequila on ice or wine with friends after a show, but by the band’s last tour there wasn’t much time even for that.” Oh, ok, we’re still pretending that TMH wasn’t the craziest scheduled tour
  • “Styles and his phone have a bittersweet, mature relationship – they spend a lot of time apart. He doesn’t Google himself, and checks Twitter infrequently.” ah, but you forgot his lurking on Tumblr
  • “I mention a few of the verbal Molotov cocktails Zayn Malik has tossed at the band in recent interviews.” print interviews, all print interviews, because you put words in his mouth just like you’re doing with Harry
  • “threading the needle of diplomacy” yeahhhh…. this is all BS, it’s made to sound neutral to make it seem like Harry is only being polite, whether Harry said these words or not, they’re not HIS words

More Pretentiousness

  • “Styles, born two months before Cobain exited Earth, doesn’t feel tied to any particular genre or era” funny since his 70′s image is being amped up to 11 for his solo debut
  • “In the car, he’ll just as easily crank up the country music of Keith Whitley as the esoteric blues-and-soul of Shuggie Otis” and now I know where the country bits of MITAM came from, I was wondering
  • “It’s like – that’s not how it works. I don’t even remember what the question was.” having “It’s quite small” flashbacks
  • “ ‘Could I get a selfie?’ Styles obliges, and leans over the counter. Click. We exit into the Laurel Canyon evening.” I’m sorry, I can’t stop laughing, but was the onomatopoeia really that necessary?
  • “River Phoenix,” the man announces, a little sadly. “You ever heard of him? If he hadn’t have passed, I would have said that was you. Talented guy.”  sadness, River Phoenix really was such a talented young man, a very worthwhile person based on the roots of his problems too

The Obligatory Origin Story

  • They share a silent moment, before Styles walks to his car. He hands me the bag filled with English snacks. “This is for you,” he says. “This was my youth …” “Harry Edward Styles was born in Worcestershire, England” great transition dude, I’m sure that was completely organic
  • “But in fact, all was not perfection, scored to a cool, retro soundtrack.” but I thought it was!
  • “His eyes moisten a little, but unlike the young man who wept over an early bout with Internet criticism, a powerful moment in the early One Direction documentary A Year in the Making, Styles tonight knocks back the sentiment.” “look, he’s repressing his emotions, this is progress!”  I wouldn’t make fun of this if he had phrased it as Harry being stronger or no longer caring about what other people think, but saying he “knock[ed] back the sentiment”?
  • “I’d gone because my mum told me I was good from singing in the car …  but your mum tells you things to make you feel good, so you take it with a pinch of salt.” um… first of all, X-Factor flashbacks, second of all, Harry said that he’d always wanted to audition but had always been too young, so…
  • “and united the members of One D in a musical shotgun marriage” I’m keeping this imagery, it’s mine, no one can take it away from me now, no takebacksies

Ben Winston Earns His Tag On My Blog

  • “ ‘Family,’ answers Ben Winston.” who is not Harry’s family
  • look, I actually think Harry and Niall and maybe the others actually have a friendship with Ben, I can’t understand why, though, when he always participates in BS like this, I will never forgive him for the Livestream of Doom/FOUR Hangout
  • “There is more chance of me going to Mars next week than there is of Harry having some sort of addiction.” Why are we so focused on Harry not being a drug addict?  He’s not, there aren’t even rumors he is, ok, don’t need to talk about it, moving on.
  • Styles had just moved out of his family home in Cheshire, an inconvenient three hours north of London. He found a home he liked near the Winstons in Hampstead Heath. wtf? revisionist history much?  forgetting all 5 boys lived in the same complex right after moving to London much?
  • “ He became a friendly mentor to Styles, though the friendship was soon tested… Styles asked if he could briefly move in with Winston and his wife, Meredith. She agreed,” Winston says, “but only for two weeks.”… For the next 20 months, one of the most desired stars on the planet slept on a small mattress in an attic.” this is not Harry, Harry would not move in for 20 months after asking for 2 weeks, if he did he would make sure it was ok, if he made sure it was ok, you shouldn’t be talking about it and essentially badmouthing him to the press
  • also, can we talk about “one of the world’s most desired stars” because as we’ve all talked about before, Harry was 17/18 and being hypersexualized in the press and this is not ok
  • Winston continues the tales from the attic. “So we had this joke. Meri and I would like to see the girls that you would come back with to the house. That was always what we enjoyed, because we’d be in bed like an old couple. We’d have our spot cream on our faces and we’d be in our pajamas and the door would go off. The stairwell was right outside our door, so we’d wait to see if Harry was coming home alone or with people… He wasn’t always alone,” corrects Winston, “but it was exciting seeing the array of A-listers that would come up and sleep in the attic. het BS *yawn* *snore*
  • The subject today is relationships. While Styles says he still feels like a newcomer to all that, a handful of love affairs have deeply affected him. The images and stolen moments tumble extravagantly through the new songs: And promises are broken like a stitch is … I got splinters in my knuckles crawling 'cross the floor/Couldn’t take you home to mother in a skirt that short/But I think that’s what I like about it … I see you gave him my old T-shirt, more of what was once mine … That black notebook, you sense, is filled with this stuff. het BS *yawn* *snore*, I’m really going to need to hear these songs for myself, they better not have fucked with his material, the consolation about Zayn’s album was that at least the music and lyrics were unquestionably his

More Specific Het!Harry BS

  • The relationship is a subject he’s famously avoided discussing. “I gotta pee first. This might be a long one,” he says. He rises to head to the bathroom, then adds, “Actually, you can say, 'He went for a pee and never came back.' ” you think he was being funny, but he really really wasn’t, are you sure he came back?  I don’t think he did, I think everything after the bathroom was utter BS
  • “When I see photos from that day,” he says, “I think: Relationships are hard, at any age. And adding in that you don’t really understand exactly how it works when you’re 18, trying to navigate all that stuff didn’t make it easier. I mean, you’re a little bit awkward to begin with. You’re on a date with someone you really like. It should be that simple, right? It was a learning experience for sure. But at the heart of it – I just wanted it to be a normal date.” ok, maybe not such BS since he’s as vague and general as you can get in the vast majority of this quote, so he’s saying that when he looks at pictures of himself with Taylor, he thinks how he wanted it to be a normal date with Louis, got it 
  • yada yada yada, Harry being way nicer than he should have to be about his name being used by someone who abused his reputation for her own gain, par for the course
  • I like tipping a hat to the time together. You’re celebrating the fact it was powerful and made you feel something, rather than 'this didn’t work out, and that’s bad.’ huh, this seems like subtle shade to me since one of my biggest complaints is how nearly all her songs are negative, put the blame on the guy, and don’t have her taking any responsibility (even if they are fake relationships)
  • He notes a more recent relationship, possibly over now, but significant for the past few years. (Styles has often been spotted with Kendall Jenner, but he won’t confirm that’s who he’s talking about.) it was made abundantly clear that even if you believe the narrative, Harry and Kendall are not currently together, yeesh!
  • “She’s a huge part of the album,” says Styles. “Sometimes you want to tip the hat, and sometimes you just want to give them the whole cap …  and hope they know it’s just for them.” mm, nope, still BS, alternatively a quote taken out of context and not about Kendall or even romance at all

Actual Solo Stuff

  • “Some of the stuff they’re doing in this movie is insane. And it was hard, man, physically really tough, but I love acting. I love playing someone else. I’d sleep really well at night, then get up and continue drowning.” ok, that was clever, good on you Harry
  • It was the perfect rite of passage for a musician looking to explode the past and launch a future. I thought we agreed that Harry has no issue with his past in a boyband?  can you please remember what you already wrote in your own article
  • He didn’t feel stifled in One D, he says, as much as interrupted. you bet your ass he did, him and Zayn and Niall, interrupting clueless and/or asshole interviewers all day long (I’m sure Louis and Liam have/will do too, just haven’t had the chance yet)
  • There are songs from that period he loves, he says, like “Olivia” and “Stockholm Syndrome,” along with the earlier song “Happily.” #confirmed
  • “But I think it was tough to really delve in and find out who you are as a writer when you’re just kind of dipping your toe each time. We didn’t get the six months to see what kind of shit you can work with. To have time to live with a song, see what you love as a fan, chip at it, hone it and go for that” funny that, sounds like someone forced them into a breakneck schedule and then later made big noises about how their hiatus was because they were so overworked and acted like he had nothing to do with that

Ending

  • To wind down in Jamaica, Styles and Rowland, the guitarist, began a daily Netflix obsession with sugary romantic comedies. Houseworkers would sometimes leave at night and return the next morning to see Styles blearily removing himself from a long string of rom-coms. He declares himself an expert on Nicholas Sparks, whom he now calls “Nicky Spee.” sounds about right for the guy whose favorite movie is Love Actually
  • Like the time Styles ended up drunk and wet from the ocean, toasting everybody, wearing a dress he’d traded with someone’s girlfriend. yep, sounds about right
  • oops, fanfic writer made a full return for this paragraph all in present tense, written by someone else as if Harry’s a fictional character
  • “I think, as a parent, especially with the band stuff, it was such a roller coaster,” he says. “I feel like they were always thinking, 'OK, this ride could stop at any point and we’re going to have to be there when it does.’ this is the second time he’s brought up roller coasters in his solo interviews, it’s a good description for the thing he’s talking about, but I can’t help but think of Zayn’s old Twitter bio and Anne tweeting that bio not long after March 25th
  • He grabs his black notebook and turns back for a moment before disappearing down the hallway, into the future. I need the Office gif again
  • “How am I going to be mysterious,” he asks, only half-joking, “when I’ve been this honest with you?” *sarcasm
MONSTA X Bodyguard Wonho 'Catalyst'

anonymous asked: Could you do a Drabble expansion for wonho bodyguard au?

A/N: Normally I try to remain vague about the reader’s occupation but I felt this one needed stated given the plot. And yes it’s cliché but indulge me. ^^ 

This is a drabble expansion of a reaction I wrote here.

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“The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed.” –Carl Jung

There were days you regretted your choice in career. You loved the hands on work of archeology but the bureaucratic red tape was enough to drive you mad. Last month on a dig you’d made a discovery. Important artifacts that could have significant impact on the known timeline of civilization in the area. At least you hoped. You wouldn’t know for certain until everything was fully excavated. But any future grant money to continue the operation depended on it.

In the meantime people got wind of the situation and all hell broke loose. Your intentions were to excavate, study and then donate the findings to the local government. It was their culture, their past. It was theirs to do with as they wished. However a few members of high society were backing looters to try and steal articles from the site. Whether items remained intact or partial fragments apparently didn’t seem to matter. There was big money to be had for anything even hinting at being an authentic relic from the site.

After receiving death threats and a tense night spent with a rifle across your lap you decided you needed help. So you hired a bodyguard. At no point while studying in the silverfish lined halls of academia did you foresee needing to hire muscle. But there you were.

To be honest, even after a month you didn’t have him figured out. He went by Wonho although you’d bet a year’s salary that wasn’t his given name. Always quick with a smile, he was very playful and confident. Charm oozed from every pore and he was absolutely aware of it. At first you thought you’d made a poor choice until one day he’d deftly intervened on your behalf.

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yuri-puppies  asked:

That's such an interesting fic meme idea! I'd like the Leverage OT3 version of Let Us Speak of a Letter, please

Ohhh, that’s such an interesting premise!

Hardison is the one who wakes up in a strange city and a strange time. And, because Alec is Alec, there are no doubts about that - those phones, those cars, they’re not anything like he knows, and the newspapers confirm it, he is definitely a bit more than a decade into the future. Some sort of conspiracy? Future!Alec has made some sort of time travel tech? He doesn’t know, but that’s kind of lower on the priority list.

Look, he’s consumed a ton of scifi and fantasy and comics, being thrown forward into a possible timeline is something Alec’s wrapped his head around and imagined a hundred times.

He’s also not at all surprised to crack open his wallet and find a bunch of fake IDs - Alec already has a couple, even if they aren’t quite as good as these. Future!Alec has an FBI badge, which seems heart-poundingly risky but also rad as hell. The idea that he’s still a hacker, well, that’s not weird at all, even if Alec himself is still learning a lot of things.

The weird thing is. Well, the weird thing is mostly that he owns (co-owns?) a brewpub. That he has - friends?

Because Eliot and Parker are definitely dating one another, it’s obvious in the way their eyes dart like some of his foster siblings do but not at one another like threats, the way they’re casually physical with one another.

Seeing Alec seems to throw them for a loop. Eliot scowls as he figures out what’s going on, arms crossed defensively across his built chest, and Alec’s heart seizes with the instinct of meeting too many angry jocks, but Eliot just points viciously at the couch and then, a few minutes later, drops a sandwich in front of him. Parker edges around Alec, peering at him with discomfort and something unhappy, intense, but she also calls him Alec (Eliot says, immediate and familiar, “Hardison”). Whatever, it’s a damn comfortable couch and a damn tasty sandwich.

Which is to say, Alec isn’t wrestling with who he is, but. It takes him most of the week to realize that Future!Alec is dating them too. That he must love them, that they must love him. That he has a safe place of his own, that he has a place of his own, warm and comfortable and high tech and thoughtful in the way Alec is scared to show anyone he can be. There’s an easy generosity to what Alec knows is his own work, the way there is to Eliot’s cooking, to whatever it is that occupies Parker’s attention on her fancy phone.

Alec knows his Nana loves him, but. But he’s not used to anyone wanting him, choosing him, making space for him. That’s the fear that grips him deep in the night, that he drowns in the blue light of the computer screen, that he’ll always be alone (Nana’s medical bills are starting to mount, she’s old and Alec knows it).

The future, with its WoW expansions and pending Star Wars (with a black man! A black man as a hero! Alec’s future self had damn well better be appropriately excited) and its technological advances, is pretty great, and he delights in exploring it, in letting Parker and Eliot share Portland with him. Alec doesn’t tell them that he’s figured it out, because, well, he can acknowledge it’s weird, he’s read fanfic, okay, he knows that meeting your lover as a kid is squicky as hell, but knowing that future him is loved so deeply and known so well… it heals some cracks deep down, quiet little hurts that Alec hardly dares to acknowledge.

And meanwhile. Meanwhile. Parker calls Sophie and barely has to say anything, because she mostly only likes talking through things like this with Alec, who is not Alec right now. Sophie, though, is kind, and doesn’t once offer to come sweeping in, which Parker appreciates. Parker is so used to feeling like a cornered animal, so used to looking past Eliot’s terrified snarl, that she never really realized how much Alec hurt too, because he’s got the hunted look at the corners of his eyes, not easy with them and their home. Anything that isn’t Alec’s, he barely touches, like he’s still expecting to be uprooted in a moment. It makes a keening noise build up in Parker’s throat, one she can’t let out.

And meanwhile, meanwhile. Fae magic has a distinctive feel. Eliot isn’t amused. He does his best. Eliot gets on with teenagers, but this is Hardison. And seeing Hardison wary of him again is painful, and even when he relaxes, Eliot feels like there’s no way he can be delicate enough about this. Parker is edgy about this, too, he knows, and Eliot doesn’t know how to be the glue here, has always appreciated Hardison, but missing him and how he balances them both strikes Eliot deeply. He just… does his best, and tries to be as honest as he can. It’s Eliot who meets the faerie (he thinks Parker has an idea of what’s going on, but she all but bares her teeth about the Otherworldly, so he doesn’t ask), Eliot who pours a glass of milk and crosses his arm, and doesn’t buy any of the fucking bullshit about why.

There’s no challenge, no trial this time. Yet. Eliot isn’t holding is breath. (He is, though, feeling like his chest is tightening as he waits, waits, waits, each hour immeasurable.)

Alec wakes up himself again, still bubbly with the giddiness of knowing there’s magic (that this future felt like magic), and fuck faeries, man. He goes to them, and kisses them, and he’s home.

He has a home. They have a home.

(Those cracked and burned places, already scarred, start grow a little greener still.)

Our First and Last (Ch. 2)

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6 |  Ch. 7 | Ch. 8 | Ch. 9 | Ch. 10 | 

Ch. 11 | Ch. 12 (Final)


  • Pairings: Jeon Jungkook x Reader (MAIN) | Park Jimin x Kim Taehyung | Jung Hoseok x Min Yoongi | Kim Namjoon x Kim Seokjin
  • Genre: angst and fluff, soulmate au, scifi
  • Words: 4,462
  • Description: That year, Jungkook was twenty-three and undoubtedly hot as hell, and that’s not an attempt to describe his temperature. He was always handsome, with chiseled features, a tall nose, plump lips, and that pair of dark chocolate doe eyes that you’ve known since the first day you saw him. In all honesty, his appearance hasn’t really changed all that much from the first time you met him seven years ago, but it was your attraction to him that did. 

The second time you saw Jungkook was on the morning of your eleventh birthday.

Your parents had been in shock when you begged them to forget about throwing you a birthday party and you just wanted to spend a day at the park alone. They even questioned if you were feeling sick, in which you vigorously shook your head and told them you were actually feeling better than ever.

It was the honest truth, or at least part of it.

As much as you wanted to at the time, you didn’t tell anyone about the life-changing event that happened on your tenth birthday. No one you knew in the Yin Dimension would even believe you anyways. Being able to come in contact with anything, let alone anyone, from the Yang dimension was blasphemous, and you were not planning on becoming a laughing stalk or have your parents worry about your mental well being at such a young age.

Besides, keeping such a secret just made you feel giddy and excited on the inside, and you figured it was probably the way some kids feel when they had an imaginary friend that only they could see.

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starkling25  asked:

Can I ask for some headcannons about a Sunstreaker mer? I imagine he has the prettiest scales and loves to show them off to the liaison.

( Melly’s Mod Notes: I may have gotten carried away… Hahaha… )


✦ At first Sunstreaker is a member of the Lost Light pod that the liaison has never gotten a good look of before. They were told he would be unmistakable from any distance - his colouring a stunning gold and black with a lovely white underbelly - but apparently he has little to no love for humans. Not after an incident with them leaving one human, a Hunter O'Nion, dead and Sunstreaker very bitter if silent about the events that occurred. The liaison makes not attempts to force Sunstreaker into meeting them, knowing better these days, and allows him to choose the pace of their interactions. If there are any interactions at all.

✦ What makes him willing to give the liaison a chance is seeing how friendly they are to his friend and companion. A an admittedly unsettling combination of an urchin and a fiddler crab, Sunstreaker’s friend is not the prettiest thing in the world. He’s barely tolerated by the Lost Light pod given an incident with his species some centuries ago. As a result Sunstreaker keeps his only friend by his sides at all times to keep him safe and had a near panic attack to return to his cave one day and see he’s gone from his hidey hole. It’s later explained to him that his friend seeks out the human for pets and cuddles when they drop by. At first he feels a flare of territorial jealousy - he lost so much from the humans as is, he won’t lose his friend to them too - though stops himself when he learns how happy his friend is to have someone else to turn to for companionship and comfort during the days Sunstreaker is out on missions. Maybe he can tolerate them for his friend’s sake.

✦ The liaison soon becomes one of the few individuals willing to weather out the storm of Sunstreaker’s silences and snark. His temper and moods are different and, to be honest, rather scary compared to Megatron’s silences, Rodimus’ pouting, Whirl’s tantrums - Sunstreaker feels raw and brittle around the edges and he knows this. He knows this and makes no attempt to hide it or dress it up in dark humour or anything. The liaison takes this all in stride, letting Sunstreaker know, time and again, that they respect his boundaries and will not do anything against his will if he lets them know. He first thinks that this is trap or trick on the liaison’s part. When he learns that is isn’t then he’ll lower his guard around at long last and ask for help here or there. Mainly in the form of Sunstreaker groom the hard-to-reach scales of his tale and of his skin. If they ever notice the faint scars on his head and on the back of his neck during this then they make no comment on it. For that he’s grateful for and helps raise his esteem of the liaison to existent.

✦ He does not want to participate in anything involving the CROC’s studies of seafromers. At all. The first invitation on the liaison’s end is the last invitation after seeing the way his fins twist in agitation and his gills flare in defence. Not after what he’s been through. He does, however, want to spend more time with the liaison so the liaison goes out of their way to meet him after work to catch up with him and chat about their day. Maybe play with his companion in a round of hide and seek in the shores and. After he learns that they’re missing dinner to see him, Sunstreaker scolds them for not informing him of this sooner, feeling that same protectiveness he feels for his companion to his surprise. He attempts to ignore it- Though he later goes out of his way to catch and cook fish for them so they have something to eat the next time they see him. Just so they stay a little longer with him.

✦ When they learn Sunstreaker has an interest in the human arts - catching the way he was craning his neck to look at their phone while they were browsing a Wikipedia entry about their favourite painter one day - the liaison will take it upon themselves to bring books and even prints of famous artworks to let them inspect it. He takes a fancy to Gustav Klimt, especially during his Golden Period because of course he does. His style is a strange yet compatible marriage of symbolism and figurative expressionism, allowing him to have an outlet to his repressed emotions without needing to spell it out, needing to explain himself over and over again to Rung or to his podmates or to his twin. This allows him to unwind some more. Not a lot but it’s a start. (The liaison also introduces Sunstreaker to a series called the The Joy of Painting. This is how his companion gets his ‘human name’ Bob, something about the friendly voice and sweet demeanour of the painter catching Sunstreaker’s attention.)

✦ ( The first time he kisses the liaison, it’s when they’re meeting with him at the shores again. He’s struck by how beautiful they are as the rays of the sunset bathes them in red and gold, fire and light. Before they can say anything to him, he reaches out to them and drags them into a sudden embrace by wrapping his tail around their arm and enveloping them in his arms. His larger hands cradle their neck and his clawed fingers carding through their hair, the motions devoted and thankful and a touch desperate if the expression on his face is anything to go by. He tenses upon feeling their arms reach out to wrap around his neck but he surrenders to it upon feeling a hand of theirs attempt to twine with his, their fingers small and delicate and reminding him of all the times they cuddled Bob and groomed his scales and reached out to him, time and again, no matter how many times he punished them for their kindness.

So he surrenders to it. Just like how the liaison surrenders to the kiss he places to their cheek, to the three words he never thought he’ll say to them being whispers against the shell of their ears. They close their eyes and let a serene smile grace their lips and Primus help him. They’re so beautiful. )

Really quite pleased with the plot for this one. The request presented a unique challenge that was kind of meta, but I think a slightly longer plot has worked in its favour. Enjoy, everyone!

Prompt[s]: I just woke up so I can’t really form any proper comments that this deserves but just know that I love it. And I can’t wait for part two.

How can you write so many great things? Stop, I can’t take so much thrill T-T // jokes aside, can you please tag me? I want to read part 2 as soon as it comes out.

‘Shock Factor’ (Part 2)

Part 1

It had been three weeks since your escape. You’d been on the run with Loki ever since, despite what you now knew. You’d not let a day go by without demanding to know what he insisted was the secret to your past. It hadn’t taken him long to tell you.

Once you were a safe enough distance from the facility, you had set up camp in a nearby forest cave. Whilst both of you were sat on logs around a fire, Loki let spill what he knew.
“I’ll admit, I don’t know everything,” he muttered, poking the flames with a stick.
“I swear, if you’ve made me a felon for some sort of half-truth, I’ll end you right now.”
“In my defence, you were a felon anyway, but fear not, it’s better than that.”

You rolled your eyes. Though it might not have been the most ideal situation, you did at least have some semblance of feeling at home in your cage. Regular ‘visits’ from the Avengers reminded you of something and it was closer than you’d ever come to answers, in all your years of searching.

“You’re from Midgard, but you’re also… not from Midgard,” he said, trying to figure out how to explain such things to someone with an intellect he considered lesser than his own.
“You’re not making any sense.”
“I suspected as much… Consider it this way,” he said, using his poker to draw two parallel lines in the dirt.

“This line is our universe, our timeline. You are from this other line; a different one of both. I don’t know how, but I suspect that your consciousness has been transferred from one timeline to another. Perhaps by some sort of machine, or perhaps your own mind has taken you there. The latter would certainly explain why you have neuro-electric powers in this universe.”

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anonymous asked:

Coldflash - Len meets Savitar for the first time

Okay now that I’ve complained in another post about how hard writing Coldivar is for me, I think I’m going to enjoy taking a crack at this one (I was picturing how I’d write it while lying in bed two nights ago so I’m excited).

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The Honest Truth - Part Two / Hannah Baker [platonic!reader]

I know I’ve messed up the timeline a little, but I needed them all in the same place at the same time. Also not going to lie, kind of really disappointed with this but I had to finish it quickly, sorry!


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Talking things out with Clay really helped to put things into perspective-helped to understand more of what was going on. It was reassuring to know you were in the same boat, despite how that could make you sound.

The thought of Hannah going through all that she did…and you weren’t there to help her was slowly destroying you. 

She was your best friend. She was always there for you, and you only wished she would have let you do the same for her. 

You were presently at war with your anxiety, you hated that part of you. 

“She would still be here it it wasn’t for me,” you tell Tony, throwing your head back against the headrest when you sit back in his car.

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Drawn for @homestuckartists fan troll/kid day.
I was pretty reluctant to post this, since I’m weird about any sort of fan characters I make. (Original Content OCs and stuff for like, D&D and the like are fine.)
But I figure I might as well.

Heir of Hearts. Even though it’s probably totally stretching what it could do, I interpreted the inheriting of souls to be an inheriting of other selves from other timelines and universes (including things where he’s a troll, blood swapped, or other things entirely.) Usually had him experience their lives through dreams, picking up skills and forming bonds with people he’s never met (or yet to meet) causing a lot of confusion, along with a tendency to make references from movies no one’s ever heard of. Technically it’s a skill that could allow him to become a jack of all trades, except he tends to hyperfocus because his various selves are still him and tend to like the same things best.
As he comes more into himself as an Heir of Hearts, he begins to truly know himself, which is something of an amalgamation of various species and quirks making him a little strange from the perspective of any single one. In general, he’s a pretty loving person who puts the people he has relationships (romantic and platonic alike) with over anything else. He’s also bluntly honest, as lying just creates confusion and problems. Unfortunately, he’s also terrible at explaining things, which leads to more problems.
If he ever through various time/space/whatnot shenanigans ends up on the same world as another of his selves, one will always remain unconscious, dreaming of what the other version is doing. Waking one up will cause the other to immediately pass out, similar to how dream selves work on derse/prospit for most people. This also means that he remembers his deaths pretty vividly.
I actually find the concept of the power set interesting and will probably play with it someday as something original.

Wow this ended up way longer than I was originally intending. I could go on more too, which just goes to show I really shouldn’t let myself talk about OCs, holy shoot. >3>;
(Also a final note, most my OCs tend to be pretty nice, just because it’s easier for me to empathize with in general. @_@ If I post more stuff of them, this might be a pattern, so I’m just gonna call myself on it now before anyone else can. So, there, I guess?)

Pin-Up (one-shot)

Because these days I need distractions, and what better distraction is there than robots in lingerie?

Truthfully, this fanart by @larrydraws (link is nsfw) has haunted me for literal months now, so I finally decided to sit down and write something about it. And here’s the results of that, haha.

And I went with Swerve as Minimus’s partner which means there ended up being fluff for days.

Title: Pin-Up

Series: MTMTE/LL, no specific point in the timeline besides after everyone found out about Minimus

Pairing: Minims/Swerve

Rating/Warnings: M or E for sexual content (lingerie kink, sticky, oral and penetrative), fluff, and Swerve using the nickname Minnie. I was definitely imagining the fanart for how the lingerie looks. Only difference are I made the stockings sheer and Minimus is in his irreducible form.

Fic Summary:

Swerve had called them ‘Pin-Ups.’

Or he had once he had gotten over the initial embarrassment of Minimus catching him scrolling through his small archive of them on one of his many datapads filled with human media.


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Her Eternal Sin [Ch.5]

Hello again, lovelies. Well, it seems to be time for another chapter. I’ve been going back and forth with myself a lot about this chapter, and I finally made a decision of what I want to do. 

This chapter will contain some NSFW, so don’t be alarmed.

I had a couple complaints about my last chapter involving Mercy. I apologize, but in my mind it was necessary for my story line. It’s my way of bringing my personal timeline together. No, I am not portraying MercyKill. My fan-fiction is strictly WidowReaper. I’ve never had any problems with MercyKill, or any other ship for that matter. In fact, you’ll see me sharing other people’s ships on my page from time to time because I think most ships are cute. 

Also, a friend of mine informed me that my chapter 1&2 links were broken. I have now fixed them and I apologize to anyone who had trouble getting to those chapters. 

In case you missed Chapter 4, here it is. 

Let’s continue, shall we?


Amélie’s heart was pounding fast as she stumbled into her apartment. She tried to catch her breath but couldn’t seem to do so. She needed to get out of her combat suit so that he wouldn’t suspect anything. Running to her bedroom, she stripped off the suit and put her black camisole top and black pajama pants back on. She managed to glance up at herself in the full length mirror beside her closet. “Pathétique.” She told herself aloud. She felt pathetic for not only eavesdropping on Reaper, but for having these feelings for him in the first place. She couldn’t seem to control her emotions anymore. She wished she could throw all her emotions into an abyss and never deal with them again. 

The combat helmet had left her hair a mess when she pulled it off. She decided let down her long hair from it’s hold as it sprawled out around her. It was getting way too long. It was time to be cut, she decided. Opening her bedside table drawer, she pulled out a pair of scissors and proceeded to her bathroom. She flipped her head forward and withdrew the ponytail holder from her wrist and tied her hair at the spot she wished to cut it. Pulling the bathroom garbage can below her, she took a deep breath and snipped her hair off at the holder. She watched as her beautiful long hair fell into the garbage can. Flipping her head back, she looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was now at about shoulder length and layered out nicely. She couldn’t remember where she learned that layering technique but it worked well. Her head felt lighter now that it wasn’t being weighed down by all that hair. She smirked at herself and walked back into her bedroom. Reaper was sitting on the edge of her bed with his hands locked together between his legs. She gasped in surprise, not expecting him to be there. 

“Looks good.” He complimented her.

“Merci…” She thanked him. “I…didn’t hear you come in.” She waited for him to say something but he just continued to sit and stare at her. “…um, who was here to see you?” She thought she’d try to see if he’d be honest with her, even though she was no longer being honest with him by hiding the fact she already witnessed the entire conversation. 

“An old friend, checking in.” He replied. 

“H-how do you know her?” She asked him nervously.

“Are you jealous?” He avoided the question and laughed menacingly beneath his mask.

“No…” She lied, looking down away from him. She saw him stand from the corner of her eye and he began to walk towards her. He lifted her chin with his metal claw, forcing her to look at him. 

“There’s no need to be jealous, my little nightmare.” He spoke to her softly, his voice sounding metallic and rough. His words sent shivers down her spine. He released his claw from her chin. His closeness gave her a pleasurable discomfort. Am I really going to allow him to do this to me again? Make me feel like the queen of the universe and then break my heart later? She questioned herself. He did kinda apologize a little bit ago after witnessing another one of your blackouts…Her subconscious reassured her. 

“Please…let me see your face.” She begged him, biting her lip. She reached a hand up to touch his mask. He sighed in annoyance and pushed her hand away. He walked out into her living room and plopped himself down on her couch. His head sagging toward his chest, appearing frustrated. She fought with herself a small second, but decided to follow after him. Like many times before, she was going to barge into his personal space without permission. She crawled into his lap, straddling his muscular thighs. She lifted his head with her hands, forcing him to look at her this time. She could feel his clawed hands cup her at her waist, but she wasn’t going to let that distract her. “You know more about me than I know about you. It’s only fair if you allow me in. Let me see you for who you truly are. I don’t want this masked man. I want the man beneath it.” She tried to express it as best she could, hoping he’d give in. 

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Blint fanfic list

AnHere’s the list of all Billy Bones/Captain Flint fanfics in English, with authors’ summaries. Titles clickable. Hopefully, there’ll be frequent updates!

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Holding Back the Years (Season 3 - What else does she have to lose?)

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 8500-ish (shout out to those people who willing read my long ass fics without question.)

Warnings: Swearing, SMUT, NSFW, a lot of angst and pining, oral (female receiving), mild violence, 

Summary: After years of not seeing each other, Dean reappears in the reader’s life. Just as handsome as ever, but with a bad attitude and a chip on his shoulder that can only be removed by death. The reader doesn’t know it yet, but Dean’s keeping more than just one secret.

A/N: So…not too long ago when I was writing End!Verse Threesome I had this massive writer’s block that I could not get over. Luckily, my little KitKat came to the rescue. We discussed my top 3 versions of Dean and she suggested I write what sex with that version would be like. This is the seond installment of the series. It’s set in Season 3 episode 1. It deviates mildly from the canon timeline. Get ready for angsty on his way to hell Dean! It’s fucking rough. I was even upset writing this shit.

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It’s years before she sees Dean, so long in fact that she wonders if she’ll ever see him again; wonders if he’s alive at all. She heard through the grapevine that John lost the battle, but won the war and she had thought about calling Dean up to send her condolences, she even went as far as dialing his number into her phone. But the call wouldn’t go through. She gave up then, figured if he wanted to see her, he’d find her. But it’s been nearly three years and she hasn’t seen hide nor hair of him, so she moved on.          

What’s another lost love in the grand scheme of things? What type of hunter would she be if she wasn’t working with a broken heart and enough regret to choke a small horse? It’s part of the life, part of the lure. It’s fuel for vengeance and fight, and as deep as her feelings are for Dean she’s sure she has enough fight in her to take on anything.

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