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anonymous asked:

I just came across one of your posts on love where you mention pride and prejudice in the tags- do you have any more explicit thoughts on what makes it good as a love story? I love p&p and I'd love to hear what you think if you have time!

I don’t have time at all but I can’t resist an invitation to talk about Pride & Prejudice.

P&P has tropes & plot structures that have occured plenty of times in romance before and since–the “misogynist with a heart of gold” that is Fitzwilliam Darcy, the general woman-rejects-man-then-later-accepts-him arc–but I think that it succeeds where a lot of other things with similar narrative structures fail.

the thing about this setup is that provides ample opportunity to showcase love as a transformative force. and fiction with this setup succeeds or fails, imo, on the strength of its success or its failure to do that. a lot of things written in this vein, including modernized or AU-style adaptations of P&P or things that were probably heavily inspired by P&P, fail because there’s no character growth and no transformation. the woman realises that she was silly to reject the man for her silly reasons (which were actually probably very sound) but doesn’t really change in any material way–the man is there to graciously accept her change of heart, but doesn’t change in any material way either. this, incidentally, is why I can’t get behind North & South in the way that I can Pride & Prejudice.

the appeal of Pride & Prejudice for me–and, presumably, the appeal of P&P to a lot of women who are into men, lmao–is that Darcy actually changes throughout the course of the book due to Elizabeth’s influence. we see this, of course, during the scene at Pemberley with the Gardiners, when he behaves w/ actual civility (in ways that are probably familiar to you and don’t need to be dwelled on), and Elizabeth is all,

Why is he so altered? From what can it proceed? It cannot be for me—it cannot be for my sake that his manners are thus softened. My reproofs at Hunsford could not work such a change as this. It is impossible that he should still love me.

but. okay. so what. anyone can change their behaviour for another person, anyone can act the way that they think they have to act to get the girl, so what? the real crux of this imo, and what makes it really compelling to me, is that I don’t think he changed for Elizabeth. because of her, yes, by his own admission, but from the time between her rejection and her arrival at Pemberley, I don’t think he ever thought that he was going to see her again. or at any rate I don’t think he planned to reform (or appear to reform) for the sole purpose of getting her to say yes to him. after she rejected him, he spent a lot of time, on his own, thinking about what she had said and looking back over his own behaviour:

The recollection of what I then said, of my conduct, my manners, my expressions during the whole of it, is now, and has been many months, inexpressibly painful to me. Your reproof, so well applied, I shall never forget: ‘had you behaved in a more gentlemanlike manner.’ Those were your words. You know not, you can scarcely conceive, how they have tortured me;—though it was some time, I confess, before I was reasonable enough to allow their justice.

so he realises, over a long stretch of time, that he was disrespecting Elizabeth, failing to pay attention to her actual feelings (during the proposal scene and before), and expecting his status to be sufficient in securing her acceptance. he realises this by reflecting on himself, at his own impetus, at some distance from Elizabeth, not expecting her to guide him through the process of becoming a better person, not expecting her to automatically love him at the end of this process. he examines himself, not because he’s being guided every step of the way by a Selfless Female Figure, and not because he expects reward, but because it’s the right thing to do. and I think that his behaviour and mindset would have changed even if he never saw Elizabeth again, even if she had said no to him again when he proposed for the second time. (which was a greatly improved proposal, btw–“one word from you will silence me on this subject for ever”? a vast improvement over launching into a proposal without noting the “cold civility” of Elizabeth’s manner. “you are too generous to trifle with me”? a far superior knowledge of her character to thinking that her refuseal was solely due to her “pride [being] hurt by my honest confession of the scruples that had long prevented my forming any serious design”.)

I can’t resist quoting this entire speech as an illustration of my point:

Painful recollections will intrude which cannot, which ought not, to be repelled. I have been a selfish being all my life, in practice, though not in principle. As a child I was taught what was right, but I was not taught to correct my temper. I was given good principles, but left to follow them in pride and conceit. Unfortunately an only son (for many years an only child), I was spoilt by my parents, who, though good themselves (my father, particularly, all that was benevolent and amiable), allowed, encouraged, almost taught me to be selfish and overbearing; to care for none beyond my own family circle; to think meanly of all the rest of the world; to wish at least to think meanly of their sense and worth compared with my own. Such I was, from eight to eight and twenty; and such I might still have been but for you, dearest, loveliest Elizabeth! What do I not owe you! You taught me a lesson, hard indeed at first, but most advantageous. By you, I was properly humbled. I came to you without a doubt of my reception. You showed me how insufficient were all my pretensions to please a woman worthy of being pleased. (emphasis mine)

my only quibble with this is that I would have wished this apology to occur before Elizabeth’s acceptance, but oh well.

of course, Elizabeth changes as a result of all of this too, and that’s part of the point of the book (Darcy’s is the Pride, but hers is the Prejudice). after she realises that she was wrong about Wickham:

She grew absolutely ashamed of herself. Of neither Darcy nor Wickham could she think without feeling she had been blind, partial, prejudiced, absurd.

“How despicably I have acted!” she cried; “I, who have prided myself on my discernment! I, who have valued myself on my abilities! who have often disdained the generous candour of my sister, and gratified my vanity in useless or blameable mistrust! How humiliating is this discovery! Yet, how just a humiliation! Had I been in love, I could not have been more wretchedly blind! But vanity, not love, has been my folly. Pleased with the preference of one, and offended by the neglect of the other, on the very beginning of our acquaintance, I have courted prepossession and ignorance, and driven reason away, where either were concerned. Till this moment I never knew myself.”

similarly, she attends to her shortcomings without outside guidance, and she doesn’t change for anyone in particular. this is important to talk about when discussing how P&P showcases the possibility of transformation, and the transformative power of love. of course, she doesn’t love Darcy at this point, and I’d argue that Darcy didn’t love her at the time of his first proposal either (he was perhaps passionate or infatuated, but real love involves respect for someone and a knowledge of them, and Darcy had neither). what’s really compelling about this for me, what really makes me care, god help me, about this straight white British couple, is that they don’t just go on loving each other w/o changing, they don’t even change because of their love for each other, but they arrive at loving each other through the ways in which they change because of their experiences with each other. and I think that this novel gets at, in a way that a lot of fiction based in the same general premise fails to get at, the concept of love as action, love as respect and mutuality, love as process, and love as transformation.

anonymous asked:

Hi! I really love your writing, and I'd absolutely adore if you wrote something based on prompt 44

44. “I don’t know why I’m crying.”


It was ridiculous, really, because there was nothing remotely upsetting about the situation. In fact, John thought he was a bloody moron for crying at a moment like this.

They just had sex, and were sprawled out on the bed, sheets and duvet kicked to the floor, smiling and panting, their sweaty chests heaving as they tried to catch their breath, John on his back, Sherlock on his stomach. It wasn’t even particularly emotional sex–not that sex with Sherlock ever lacked affection and compassion. But they had sex tonight just for the fun of it, just because they could, and were giggling throughout between groans and wet kisses.

“Well, that was something,” Sherlock said, deep voice rough and playful.

John snorted, turning his head to look at Sherlock. “Yeah, that’s one way to put it,” he said, but the smirk on his lips faded, and it was like a wave of warmth crashed painfully against his heart.

Sherlock was staring at him with dazed, glassy eyes, the curls on the left side of his head wild from where John’s hand pulled and tugged, his fringe scattered across his forehead. His cheeks were delightfully pink, and his lips were red, plump, and moist from John’s rough kisses and bites, and Sherlock’s jaw was red, too, from being rubbed by John’s stubble. 

Sherlock’s swollen lips were pulled up into his wonky, peaceful smile, the smile that made his mouth look like a lopsided V, and the happiness behind his hazy gaze–that was what did him in, John thought, because his mind flashed to Sherlock’s despairing blue eyes looking up at him from the floor of a morgue after coughing up blood.

John’s heart kicked his chest with each beat, his throat tightened, and his eyes filled with hot tears.

The wonky smile vanished. “John?”

John dug the heels of his hands into his eyes. “Sorry,” he said gruffly, face hot and heart still beating too hard and too fast. He looked at Sherlock again, but even though he was now distressed, he was still just as breathtakingly, stupidly gorgeous. John turned his face away and tried wiping away the stream of tears roughly, and he felt Sherlock’s warm hand on his shoulder.

“John, what happened?” Sherlock asked urgently.

John held back the sob that threatened to escape his throat. “S-sorry,” he mumbled into his palms, hiding his face in shame. “I don’t know why I’m crying. It all just–happened.”

“But, I thought things were okay,” Sherlock said, voice small and uncertain.

And, fuck, John wasn’t going to let Sherlock think he did anything wrong. He removed his hands from his face, looking up at Sherlock, who was now sitting on his knees. He felt like a moron. “You wanna know what happened?”

“Yes,” he said immediately.

John sniffed, sitting up on his elbows, looking down at the mattress. “I dunno, I saw you lying there, all happy and gorgeous and all, and I couldn’t take it. I dunno,” he said again, cheeks heating. “You just look unbelievable, and I don’t think I ever thought I’d see you that happy, and my idiotic brain thought of.” He cleared his throat. “You know. When we weren’t like this. I thought of the…morgue.” He couldn’t meet his eyes. “And I guess, how far we’ve come and.” His eyes grew wet again. “But I don’t know why it happened so suddenly.”

John felt warm lips on his forehead, and he looked up at Sherlock.

Sherlock was looking down at him intensely, silent for a long moment. Then, his red lips parted. “John. You’ve apologized for that a million times.”

“I know, but–”

But,” he cut him off, “if you really want to make it up to me, do one thing.”

“Anything.”

“Let go.”

John’s jaw clenched, and he wiped away another tear. “Right. I’m sorry. I don’t know why this all came back.”

Sherlock leaned down and hugged him tightly, rubbing his warm cheek against John’s. “It’s okay,” he breathed. “It’s okay.”


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I'd Love to See You Out of That Cosplay

Originally posted by crankyethans

Request: Hi. This is my first request so IDK for sure if I’m doing it correctly, but any chance you can make a part 2 to the ‘Falling’ in love one you made for Crankgameplays? It was really good.

Summary: This picks up where “‘Falling’ In Love” leaves off. Reader’s phone gets bombarded with notifications after Ethan tweets about her and they run into each other again ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )

You can find part one here

A/N: Hey guys, sorry I didn’t post all day even though I said I would, I was social for once. Anyway here she is! As always anything in italics is usually the inner thoughts of a character. Hope you enjoy this one! I was super excited to write this and I’m pretty happy with the outcome!

Wordcount: 1094, bit longer than the first

Requests are open!

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Warmth - Sherlock

GIF not mine

Ship: Sherlock Holmes (BBC) x Reader

Summary: The depressing weather of London has been taking a toll plus a broken heater that won’t work isn't the best thing so you decided to pay a certain high-functioning sociopath a visit to brighten up your mood. 

Type: Fluff

Words: 1,460

Warnings: None

Notes: Told ya I'd post more than once today.

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Good God the part of this SU episode that hit me the most was how they used Garnet as a visual aid for the kids’ trauma.

Sapphire and Ruby didn’t get specific fears or thoughts, even if that would’ve been very easy to include. Instead, they got imagery that very clearly focused on their reactions and the consequences of flawed coping mechanisms. Ruby is prone to self-destructive hyperfocus on one thought, completely incapable of moving past it. Sapphire is “calm and collected” because she lets thoughts pile up until she completely overloads and shuts down.

With the mechanics of each coping flaw well-established, Ruby settles next to Connie, passing that imagery on to her. Connie was obsessing over the fact that she went into automatic panic mode and attacked that kid (understandably so). She’s scared of herself, and Ruby was there to show how heavily a single worry can weigh on someone so one-track-minded–to the point of both being blind to their partner’s distress.

Sapphire settles next to Steven. The one who’s always okay and always ready to go until he can’t push it aside any longer and completely shuts down. He didn’t even react to their falling to the presumed death. We saw Sapphire’s breakdown with the visual metaphor of that maelstrom of thoughts spiraling in on her like vultures. Now we have a sense of magnitude for what’s weighing on Steven, and how many things he’s been holding back because he doesn’t want to confront them.

Connie’s ready to tear herself apart over one butterfly. Steven didn’t acknowledge the butterflies as they showed up because if he faced one he’d have to face them all, which is far too much.

Garnet was and always is great every time I see her, but wow what a brilliant and gut-wrenching way to show how much these kids need help.

anonymous asked:

Hi! I hope you don't mind a throwback question to the early days of the show; but I was wondering—do you have any theories about why Sherlock excluded John from his cases for two months after ASiP? I always been puzzled by that, even before I discovered TJLC. I'd love to hear any thoughts. Thank you!

Hey Nonny!

Aw, yeah, I love throwback Thursdays LOL! Oh, gosh, I know this was explored at least in a fanfic, and I think I have seen a meta about this, but I’m gonna do my own and give you my thoughts :D I think the original meta itself stated that just because John wasn’t writing about it didn’t mean that they weren’t having cases! Which I believe completely! Could be that John didn’t know yet that he was destined to write a blog, so he maybe started drafting them and thought “what a silly idea, I like writing about this man, but he won’t care”, or didn’t start writing them until he found out Sherlock was starting to read them… as in, John DID visit Sherlock’s blog, found out that Sherlock just wasn’t going to tell him:

Because these are the idiots we are dealing with, here, people. Because as you’ll see, John can be just as petty as Sherlock, and not tell Sherlock he noticed.

The above comment immediately following the address change post, and John comments on the post right after this one, so he fucking noticed right away. John visited the blog on a regular basis (in-show, John knows exactly what was on Sherlock’s blog at any given time [the tobacco ash comment]), I think we can then assume he saw this VERY early on. In fact, probably the SAME DAY, given this comment here:

Our cupid Mike Stamford probably then immediately went to Sherlock’s blog and made the comment on the forum directing Sherlock to John’s blog, and Sherlock immediately checked it out and did his aloof schtick. Now, since Sherlock’s forum posts don’t have dates, I can’t say with certainty on what day that Sherlock commented with “I’ll wait until he’s noticed I noticed”, but I think it’s a good guess to say it was on the same day as ASiP.

Also, even before the ASiP blog post was put up, John was already directing people to Sherlock’s blog post the night after ASiP happened in the timeline (the ASiP post went up Feb 7):

So, you know DAMNED WELL John INDEED saw the “see if he notices” post because THAT POST is just below the coded message post on Sherlock’s forum.

Now, John is encouraged again since he knows that Sherlock is reading his blog, and John was just waiting for the most interesting case they had so he could embellish and romanticize Sherlock (which I genuinely think John didn’t realize he did until Sherlock brought it up in comment on ASiP) so he could impress Sherlock and indulge Sherlock in the praise I think he knew Sherlock loved

Apparently John never said anything, because Sherlock didn’t comment or allude to him knowing about the Study in Pink blog post until a month or so later, on the same day that the Blind Banker case was posted:

WHICH IS HILARIOUS BECAUSE ONLY A FEW DAYS BEFORE SHERLOCK COULDN’T CONTAIN HIMSELF ANYMORE AND WAS COMMENTING ON LITERALLY EVERY OTHER POST JOHN MADE:

SHERLOCK WAS GETTING ANNOYED THAT JOHN DIDN’T SAY ANYTHING TO HIM ABOUT WHETHER OR NOT IF HE NOTICED THAT SHERLOCK NOTICED THE ASiP POST.

SHERLOCK COULD NOT CONTAIN HIMSELF ANY LONGER, SO HE WAS THEN CASUALLY COMMENTING ON RANDOM POSTS TO TRY TO GET JOHN TO SAY SOMETHING TO HIM.

UNTIL HE FINALLY BROKE DOWN AND POSTED DAYS LATER ON THE ASiP POST

THESE TWO WERE LITERALLY PLAYING A GAME OF “Well if he’s not going to say anything, I’M not saying anything!” THEY WERE BEING IDIOTS ABOUT IT. JOHN’S BLOG POST WAS A LITERAL ELEPHANT IN THE ROOM.

Who knew Sherlock would be the first to crack??? HE COULDN’T TAKE JOHN NOT NOTICING HIM ANYMORE. It was driving him nuts.

Also, there is the Diamonds are forever post that mentions Sherlock did find a body, so I think they were still out solving cases.

So, Nonny, I personally believe that they WERE out solving cases, just he was being petty and dumb and held out as long as possible to write up the next post in full because I think he KNEW it was killing Sherlock. There’s really nothing in-canon that states they just were sitting around doing nothing for a month. I mean, sure, they were probably still trying to find the right groove of living together, but I think in the end it’s just a case of “anything could have happened”, but more likely they’re just being stupid idiots and pretending to ignore each other and pretending that they weren’t already so fucking gone on each other. Jesus.

Only 6 years later we discover Sherlock fucking ADORES John’s blog to pieces, loves the inane names that John comes up with, and reads it when he’s pining for him, FFS.

*flips a table* I FUCKING CAN’T EVEN WITH THESE TWO.

(also, as a completely unrelated aside, anyone else find it fishy that it’s only JOHN’S blog that they broke the fourth wall on and said John wouldn’t be updating anymore? Sherlock’s, Molly’s and Prince’s blog all do not have the BBC message at the top… just something to think about).

Okay, so I just saw a Tony and music headcanon which I absolutely and totally respect, because a classical music Tony is an awesome Tony that is a valid way of viewing the character.  However, I also completely and totally disagree with it and didn’t want to highjack that post to disagree.  Basically, fellow writer, you’re awesome and so is your headcanon which is totally valid and legit, but I’m gonna rift off it because I keep arguing with the post in my head.  

Maria started Tony on the piano at a young age.  Howard yelled and complained about how the kid could never keep still, so Maria taught him cords and basic piano warms ups.  She told him if he couldn’t keep still, he could go over the piano fingering in his mind.  He could even move his fingers if he needed to, going through the motions with his hands at his side as Howard ranted at him about how his latest robot was a failure, and keeping him still enough for photographers to take pictures of the engine while Howard put on his fake smile.

Tony would often hang in the doorway as his mother played and sang, hesitant to come in and interrupt her.  Music was numbers and frequencies and all sorts of things that were fascinating to Tony, but he couldn’t quite manage to fit them together into a song.  

It wasn’t until Maria came upon Tony struggling through “You’ll Never Walk Alone” from Carousel that she teaches him how to play music.  Maria the brilliant scientist who loved show tunes could explain to a young Tony Stark how to make music from the notes.  

From then on, Tony was a quick study.  He would often play as Maria sat by his side and sang along, from My Fair Lady to Evita, he would play and sometimes hesitantly sing along.  He fell in love with the quick wit of Cole Porter, often playing a quick bar or two and sing in a sarcastic tone when Howard railed on him for his failures.  Maria was always more fond of Irving Berlin, and he’d play “Blue Skies” whenever she was tired or angry.  

He always liked it when she played Rodgers and Hammerstein.  Sometimes she’d play “Impossible” from Cinderella when Tony felt like he couldn’t meet Howard’s high standards.  He was always mesmerized when she sang “Some Enchanted Evening” or “Something Good”. 

He sometimes thought about running away and working on Broadway.  He never had a way with lyrics, but he could compose a tune.  Surely he could find a partner and they’d create loads of shows that would become world famous.  But Howard would surely find him, so close to home, and the one time he tried to sneak off to the West End while visiting Aunt Peggy in London ended with her taking out a man who had been following Tony for nefarious purposes.  She was kind about it, but she had to take him home.  

Soon enough, he gave up on that dream and entered MIT, but he still couldn’t shake stealing away into one of the music shops and playing the occasional tune.  Some of the others found out about it and bullied him until he stopped.  But Rhodey could sometimes pull him away and ask him to play a song from The Wiz or some of the old Ella Fitzgerald jazz standards.  He also started to branch out at this time, coming up with piano versions of rock songs that he would play to make Rhodey laugh.

“Try to Remember” was the last song he heard her play before she died, and was always one of his favorites.  It was years before he could listen to the song again, much less play it.  Rhodey was the one who sat with him when he finally managed it, softly singing along even though he was never much of a singer because Tony couldn’t quite manage the words.  

Steve was shocked to hear old familiar songs coming from the Avengers common room one night when he couldn’t sleep.  He walked in to see Tony at the piano, singing some of the old Cole Porter songs.  Tony switched over to his own piano rendition of Highway to Hell as soon as he realized Steve was listening, but Steve had already found out.  After that, he’d sometimes join Tony, sitting at the piano and listening to the old tunes.  

It was during one of those times Tony admitted his mother had taught him, and he played “Try to Remember” for Steve.  It wasn’t one he recognized, but it had a soothing melody that made him think of Bucky, who he was still trying to find.  It was then Steve decided he could never tell Tony about what the Winter Soldier had done.  `Tony was finally in a place where he could play the song as a fond memory, and learning the truth would only cause more pain.  

After everything burned down, Steve only felt guilt when he heard the song or looked at a piano.  There were a lot of things he would never do differently, but not telling Tony the truth was a mistake.

After everything burned down, Tony sat at the piano, but couldn’t play.  He stared at the keys, but couldn’t will his hands to move.  When Rhodey would ask him to play, Tony would smile and say he was fine.

He’s always fine.

Sometimes Peter would hear haunting melodies of songs he had never heard before when he visited Avengers Tower.  He never found out where they came from, but he kind of liked listening to the old melancholy tunes before Tony finally showed up and gave him the latest upgrades for his suit.

Here With You: A Feycien Fic

This fic is an alternative look at how Feyre and Lucien might have returned to the Night Court in ACOWAR rather than being flown in by Cassian and Az. I hope it adds an extra layer to their friendship that I know a lot of us feel was missing in ACOWAR.

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Summary: Just as the confrontation with Eris is reaching a climax in the Winter Court, Feyre discovers she has enough magic back to winnow her and Lucien to the safety of Velaris where her family waits. But before Feyre reunites with Rhys, she and Lucien share a moment together that could make or break the future of their friendship.

Here With You

All I could feel as my fist met flesh in the snow and I saw the white stained with a spray of brilliant red was the spark of power suddenly thrumming at my fingertips. I whirled to find Lucien staring at me not ten feet away and knew from the widening of his eyes that he felt it too.

Magic.

Before Cassian could protest, I was out of his grip and sprinting until I’d taken hold of Lucien’s worn down tunic and winnowed into the mist. The bright red-hot sun and scent of the sea greeted us as we crashed against the hard cement. Instantly, my back ached. But I felt like I could somehow breathe again.

But Lucien…

“Are you… are you okay?” I breathed, turning my neck just enough to get a look at him. His face was pinched beneath his hands blocking out the sun.

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anonymous asked:

Hello~ I have a request please! ((ps I really like your writing ^^) MC and Yoosung and/or Seven are about 12 years old and best childhood friends. They have always had a crush on each other but never admitted to it. Fast forward to current day MC and Yoosung and/or Seven, they still have a crush on each other. At a Valentine's RFA themed party, MC decides to confess her love to him. You can do what you'd like with this prompt, but I'd love to see a reaction too :) thanks!

Seven

*spoilers*

One day that he was on the hallway of the church has hypnotized by a sound and when he got closer he was amused with a beautiful voice.That voice came from a little girl.

He just stared amazed of the beauty of her voice…but maybe he stare too much so you notice and you wave at him.AND OH MY FUCKING GOD HIS REACTION WAS SO FUCKING CUTE.

  • First,He turn around because he though you were waving to someone else.
  • No one is behind
  • He looks back at you and he point at himself.You giggle.
  • Tomato face ON
  • He waves back in a super shy and cute way.

But the nun scold you.He stops waving an starts to go to another place.  

The Next day you see him and scared him from behind Poor baby he was really scared .

  • ”Ahhh!” he screams and at the same time he falls on his butt
  • ”I´m sorry.Are you ok?”You try to touch him on his arm but he immediately pulls out.
  • ”Ouch!” You touch him on one of his bruises.
  • Are you hurt?”You lean and kiss him in his arm were that big bruise was.
  • He was surprised and very red 
  • Don´t worry…my kiss will help.”
  • ”Ok…” he is still very red .
  • “You are red like a tomato” you giggle

You stand up and give him your hand to help him get up,he grabs it and stands up too.Taking his hand you don´t let go and guide him to the cafeteria of the church.

  • “Let´s eat something” you say enthusiastic.
  • “What? Why?” He was scared of getting cut.
  • “You are very skinny and I never see you eat something plus you stare  the food the same way you stare at me.” 
  • “Did you notice?”  still red
  • “Yes,but don´t worry I look at you all the time and that´s why I notice all those thing.”
  • You took a banana and peel it for him “Eat”
  • “No,It´s bad.What if they catch us?”
  • “They won´t.I promise”
  • “I have a brother and…”
  • You took another banana and other types of fruits and some sandwiches that were around and put it all in a bag.”Take.Now let´s go”
  • You hear someone is coming.
  • “Run Tom”
  • “Tom?”

You two ran and when you were far enough you catch your breath as you stop.

You started laughing and he thought you were weird but cute at the same time.

  • “That was exciting”
  • “That was crazy !” he yells 
  • You giggle  “Tom,It was a thrilling day with you but I have to go.See you later” You give him a kiss on his cheek of good bye and you run in  another direction.
  • “Hey!” he said “My name is Seayoung not tom”and then he yells.

Obviously he told Saeran every thing of what happened “Wow that was a very Interesting and exciting day…I wish I could have a day like that” Saeran says.

Seayoung was excited of seeing you again even if you were a little bit crazy but he didn´t see you until years later.

When he first saw pictures of you ( In the background cheek) he knew who you were but He was to 100% sure since he dosen´t know the name of the little girl.And 1 year later after you enter RFA he is still just your friend.

But all changed when you proposed a RFA party with the them of Valentine´s day and you though it will be a good idea if you sing a love song.The moment of truth arrived and when you were singing…and in the corner of the crowed you saw Seven and he stare at you like that little boy that you meet at the church.You wave at him and he does the same reaction of when he was a boy.

  • First,He turn around because he though you were waving to someone else.
  • No one is behind
  • He looks back at you and he point at himself.You giggle.
  • Tomato face ON
  • He waves back in a super shy and cute way.

When you finish, you go to him and you say:

  • “Hey,Tom.Sorry I mean Seayoung”
  • “You Heard me”
  • “Yes.You know I was always so bold and adventures when I was younger…”
  • “Yeah,I know” He cut you as he smile 
  • “Now I´m not like that but I will try to bring my inner child and say something that I wanted to say for a long time…*Inhale* I like you,Seven,Luciel,Seayoung,Tom”
  • Tomato face SUPER ON
  • “I like you too,Mc”
  • Tomato face Mega ON
  • You hug each other like the knowing the past was the final piece and now you feel complete.
  • “Seven…”
  • “Yes?”
  • “Where is your brother?”
  • “What?”
  • “You told me that you had a brother…”
  • “…”

There is a missing piece in seven´s puzzle and you were wiling to find it with him by your side.


HEY! HAPPY VALENTINE´S  DAY  a little late but I´m her. I hope you liked this post and give my blog a little visit if you want some mysme Hc and for the people that give me the opportunity to work with them THANK YOU! I hope you pass a great day/year/life.


Special Agent 606, Out.If you want to request here are the rules: HERE/Matchups: Here /Masterlist: Here

anonymous asked:

when you come down of your Elsie highness I'd like to know what do you think is going on. I mean Darren didn't mention her at all, in fact, he did go out of his way to make sure there was no misunderstanding about who those songs were for. She stayed quiet with no OTT posts on snap, only talking to chuck, and looks like barely interact with D, unless you count that picture of them awkward hugging where it looks like Darren was thanking her for coming lol

This is the only anon I am going to answer today about this as today belongs to Darren and the other amazing performers ON THE STAGE. Again, what an incredibly night. SO SO SO PROUD of Darren.  

Can we just talk about the hug?  First, I guess when there is no SK and no BFF you must find a new source.  Julie J to the rescue.  That photo is so fucking awkward. He looked more comfortable hugging the insane amount of fans that had meet and greets (I think every he hugged every person). Smart though, they did NOT show his face.  Because they know it is generally pretty transparent. And notice that as per the usual, he is holding something in his hand.

On the remainder of the day. I can say, I only saw her in the beginning. The venue did not allow for roaming and attention whoring. So she stuck to her few snaps.  The only time I saw her was before it started, she was in the VIP section trying to converse with the Criss family. Cerena was doing her best to sing along to Marie’s and ignore her without being obvious. 

The Chuck video makes me laugh.  Again, it is beyond obvious that Chuck & M are way more comfy that she is with her “bf” of one million years.

NO SHOUT OUTS. NO MENTIONS. NOTHING. It was truly a beautiful thing. And his set list screamed CHRIS CHRIS CHRIS.  Being mistreated. And not making apologies for who he is.  It was amazing. I was standing with @souly and @flowersintheattic254. I cannot emphasize the amount of times we just looked at each other, smiled and thought the song choices were pretty perfect.

Things are changing anon, I really, really believe this to be true. Darren did the needful. This will continue until the bar opens.  But that is all he is giving at this point.

The Light Princess

Once upon a time there lived a King and Queen. They were a happy couple but, more than anything in the world, they wanted a child. It took years but the royals finally got what they wished for. A beautiful baby daughter. Her hair was a golden as the sun, and her cheeks as pink as roses.

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okami-chan227  asked:

Hi! In regards to your post about the "goddess of the universe" thing, I'm pretty sure in s1e1, the Arusians mention something about a lion goddess? At the time I think it was taken they meant Allura, but she had been hidden in stasis in the castle until then so I don't think they'd have ever seen her before that convo. It seems like maybe it could be evidence of something like in your post. I just thought I'd point it out since your post reminded me of it and I'd love to hear what you think!

That is true! The Arusians had never seen Allura, but, they did have humanoid figures of a “Lion Goddess” that they believed commanded Voltron, and upon hearing Allura was the ruler of the castle they ascribed that to her- but now, what would’ve created that original belief? Especially if, by the logical timeline…

Allura’s last memory was the fall of Altea. That means that when the Castle arrived on Arus, no Arusian would have seen her walking around. Furthermore, the castle had to be “awakened” by the Blue Lion before the way to that pod room lit up, and Allura’s pod was sealed in the floor, not visible.

Furthermore, since Arus seems separate from the larger galactic community (they haven’t achieved space travel yet) they wouldn’t have ever had an opportunity to see Voltron itself.

But the Arusians…

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ninelittledevils  asked:

Are you doing that Dialogue list thing? I'd like to request 3 for Jughead (with Betty) 😂😘

Title: Being With You
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Summary: It’s a typical morning at the Blue & Gold office, and Betty notices that there’s something odd with her boyfriend. He’s been acting weird all morning, and even if he has called himself a weirdo, all that display of emotion was just not something she expected from him.
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A/N: This is a prompt from a dialogue list that I posted a long time ago! I’m finally working on my requests, so if you’ve sent me one and thought I had ignored, well, joke’s on you XD Just kidding, guys. I hope you enjoy this small, fluffy one, and feel free to keep sending me requests!

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There was something wrong with Jughead that morning.

His voice was softer, chuckles were constantly rolling out of his tongue and she had already lost count of how many times he had brushed his limbs against hers— being it his shoulder or his knee. He was wearing a different cologne that morning, and even if she knew he preferred darker coffee— dark as his soul, he would say—, he had been taking sips from her capuccino ever since they started their daily work at the Blue & Gold.

There was no sarcasm, no classic reference and his computer was shut.

Could it be that his beanie had finally overheated his brain?

It was not like Betty was bothered by any of those things, no. In fact, she could feel her heart warming up whenever she felt his skin against hers and she couldn’t help but be happy with the idea of sharing an indirect kiss. She loves the feeling of having him so close, with no drama to cloud their thoughts, as they simply enjoy each other’s company like a normal, teen couple should. She loves having her by her side, as they do something they’re both so passionate about.

She loves the way it all feels.

But all that display of affection was just not something he would naturally do.

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Character Analysis: Velvet Crowe

I know I shouldn’t be adding more fuel to the whole Berseria discourse that’s been happening since it’s definitely been beaten to death like a dead horse. Yes, there is misogyny and sexism prevalent in the game. Yes, I agree that it’s quite irksome at times and it gets me annoyed at certain characters as well. 

But put all that bullshit in a blender, shit on it, and pour it into the sewer and put it aside, then honestly, in my own personal opinion, Berseria has one of the strongest and memorable cast I’ve seen in a Tales game in a pretty long time. Plus, I’ve been itchin’ to do Berseria character analysis’ for awhile now.

I don’t speak for everyone or anyone other than myself for this one but I want to start off with how much I love Velvet.

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In Dreams She Comes

Summary: While discussing poetry, the Doctor remembers Rose.

Characters: Twelfth Doctor, Bill Potts, Nardole

Rated G

Unbeta’d 

Author’s Note: This is a departure for me, because I am no poet, and I frankly know nothing about poetry beyond a college level poetry class I took a million years ago, but She Walks in Beauty by Lord Byron got stuck in my head this morning, and this is the result. Obviously, Lord Byron’s poem, which I’ve quoted here, does not belong to me. The Doctor’s opinions on Lord Byron’s works are his own, and are not necessarily shared by the author.This is intended as a one-shot, and I’m marking it complete, but I may change my mind. Who knows.

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She comes to him in dreams, more often now than she has for centuries. No, that’s a lie. He’s very good at it, lying, particularly to himself; it’s a skill he’s honed over millennia after all. In truth, not a day has gone by that he hasn’t thought of her, at least once or twice, sometimes with the twinge of nostalgia brought on by fresh loss and old age, sometimes with a terrible longing he hadn’t believed this incarnation capable of. It was an ironic gift of the blindness, the ability to see her face more clearly now than he had for centuries: on a space station, glowing with the energy of the Vortex; under a black hole, kissing the helmet of his space suit; lying on the floor of the console room, laughing with the sheer joy of living; and most often, in a darkened, war-torn street her lips slowly curling up into a smile, her light blonde hair falling loose upon her shoulders, her brown eyes twinkling as she spotted him.

In his dreams that scene ended differently, with a long-awaited kiss, exuberant because that was who he had been in those days, a kiss filled with the joy of reconciliation and passion for the girl whom he’d believed he’d never see again.

He shut his eyes for a moment, savoring the false memory, and absently traced a finger over his lips. Different lips to be sure, but still his own.

“‘She walks in beauty as the night,’” he quoted softly.

“That’s Shakespeare, isn’t it?” Bill asked from somewhere to the left and slightly behind him.

He started, startled by the sound of her voice. He’d thought himself alone.

“Nah, that’ll be Robert Browning,” Nardole responded. Ahead of him, six paces. Other side of the console? Possibly. When had they come in, and how had he not noticed? Too lost in his thoughts, he expected. “All that lovey dovey stuff’s a bit too sentimental for my taste.”

The Doctor reached into an inner pocket of his jacket and pulled out his sonic sunglasses. He slipped them on with an air of nonchalance.

“You’re both wrong. It’s Lord Byron,” he corrected. “One of the greatest poets who ever lived.” With the aid of the sunglasses, from his position sitting on the stairs in the TARDIS control room, he could now *see* in front of him the console, its glowing time rotor reaching up to the ceiling, and two humanoid life forms, one standing on the side of the console nearest the door, the other walking across the room towards the console. As he had predicted, Nardole was the one on the far side of the console, his life readings humanish rather than strictly human.

As Bill came to a stop in front of the monitor, the Doctor stood. He tugged at his jacket to straighten it before crossing unerringly to join her. He was getting better at this, he thought, pretending to not be blind. Of course, the glasses helped.

“One of the greatest human poets, maybe,” Nardole responded, the skepticism heavy in his voice clearly indicating he didn’t think much of Lord Byron, or of human poets in general. Given his attitude on humans in general, it wasn’t surprising.

“One of the greatest poets, and not just of humans,” the Doctor corrected.

“If you say so,” Nardole said dubiously.

“I do say so, and I am the world’s utmost authority on poetry.”

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anonymous asked:

Hi, again! I'm your office nonny from yesterday (I'd log in but I forgot the password... again). Anyway, are you me? Literally, every week someone on my floor gets pregnant. They're popping out of the snow like daisies! :O On topic, might I request 14 friendshippy gen with Shiro and whichever one of the Pals you like? Bonus for a peanut gallery of the other three. I'm all about that dancing Shiro! :D Thanks!

It’s the 1000 Followers Special!  Based on these prompts.  Prompts are now closed.  Don’t want to see all 35 of these?  Block ‘1000 Followers Special’.  Can’t read on mobile?  These will slowly be posted to AO3 starting in a few days as ‘Hold Up Half the Sky’.  A huge thank you to Xagrok for the beta’ing!


“You can’t possibly be sitting this one out.”

Shiro glanced over as Lance sat down in the chair next to him.  His brows were up in question as he flopped down, stretching his legs out in front of him.  One of the local aliens had to suddenly step around them, and they shot Lance a flat look that he either ignored or didn’t see at all.

Looking down at his chair, Shiro arched a brow.  “Apparently I can be.”

Lance stuck out his tongue.  “That wasn’t a pun.  I’m not Hunk.  Don’t make this into something we’ll both regret.  C’mon, why aren’t you out there?”

Sighing, Shiro looked out over the room.  It was designed like a ballroom, with a huge open space and warm lighting.  Everyone on the dance floor was in pairs, swirling in a way that reminded Shiro of a waltz.  With each step, the floor under their feet lit with a pale golden glow, only for a moment.

It was lovely, Shiro wouldn’t bother to deny that.  But there was a problem.

“It’s pairs dancing,” Shiro replied.  “And I don’t know the steps.”

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anonymous asked:

i'd love a sequel to "we're not just friends and you fucking know it" plz and thx

I actually wrote two of these and I’m not sure which one you want continued, but I got two asks for a second part so I’m just going to use one ask for one and one for the other

Part 1


Will never actually thought he would lose Nico. It seemed like something that the chances of happening got smaller and smaller every year that passed and Will still went home with Nico for Thanksgiving, and Nico still went home with Will for Christmas. They had spent so much time together, done so many things together, Will had thought that they would be the kind of friends that would stick together all through college and still be able to hang out and have fun together after they graduated. Will never thought he would lose that.

Of course, Will never thought he’d fall in love with Nico, either.

“I fucked up so bad, Lou.” Will couldn’t even find it in himself to complain about the cold coffee he still managed to force down his throat. “I still see him everywhere. When I pass by the arts building and he’s going into class or coming out of one. I saw him in the cafeteria at lunch yesterday, and we still have that class that we both have at the same time on the same floor. God, I never realized how embedded he was in my life until he tried to pull himself out.” Will let out a long sigh that blew the steam from the new cup of coffee Lou Ellen just picked up from the counter. She swapped out Will’s cold coffee for the fresh one, and Will thanked her quietly.

Before, before Will had totally just snapped, it would be luck if Will would see Nico around campus. Usually, besides the one class period that they had together on the same floor, Will wouldn’t see much of Nico. Nico had a lot of night classes so he could hold a day job to help pay for college, and Will was always cramming for an upcoming test.

Of course, now that Nico didn’t want to see Nico, they bumped into each other constantly. Nico never even gave Will as much as a sideways glance. He always kept his head down when Will saw him, or suddenly became interested in his phone, or walked away faster.

“You couldn’t have messed up that badly,” Lou offered. Will let out a high pitched whine before curling a fist in his hair after dropping his head.

“He told me we weren’t friends.” Will mumbled. The words still rung in Will’s thoughts, how angry Nico had been and how out-right hostile he had been towards Will. Had Will really deserved that? Yeah, he probably did. He had treated Nico like something he could own. Something he could selfishly keep to himself.

Yeah, until he apologized, he did kind of deserve to get the cold shoulder.

“Ouch,” Lou Ellen whistled in sympathy, and Will had to resist the urge to whine again.

“I fucked up so horribly. I had no more right to him then the random guy he was flirting with. I just got so angry and jealous, I couldn’t think straight. More than anything, I just wanted to kiss him. Obviously, I didn’t go about that the right way.” Now, Will was stuck without his best friend.

“Obviously,” Lou Ellen started as she finished off her coffee, “you don’t need me to tell you that you’ve got to apologize to him, soon.” Will nodded. He knew as much. He just didn’t know how he was supposed to go about apologizing when Nico avoided him at every possible opportunity. Will was about to tell her such when she cut him off. “And here’s your chance to apologize.” She nodded her chine towards the door to the coffee shop, where the chime signaled a new customer. There, in all his post-painting class, stood Nico.


It’s not great, but it was more to get back into the flow of writing. 

Also, I fell asleep while writing this.

anonymous asked:

I LOVE OUMAMI! Is it true that Ouma called Amami 'big bro' or something in the anthology once?? I think I saw that somewhere?? Because if so I'd love to see them having like a Koizumi-Saionji relationship at first that slowly develops into romance aaa!

ANON I LOVE YOU, COME TO MY ARMS

To answer your question, yes! In the first anthology (there are two) there’s a short story where Kaede and Shuichi are looking for Ouma because he’s pulling (innocent) pranks to all his classmates (scribbling on Kaito’s face while he’s asleep, pouring salt on Korekiyo’s head, painting Tsumugi’s glasses black, etc), so Kaito joins them to catch him for once so he stops causing mischief. Once Saihara finds him Ouma starts running from them and Kaito tells the other two that he set an Amami-trap:

…In order to catch Ouma.

However…

It takes Ouma to make this cutesy face and call him “big bro” for Amami to have his big brother heart go all doki doki and let him go (and Kaito yelling at him for it)

Also yeah, I agree! I always thought they make a good Mahiyoko parallel! Both Ouma and Saionji have the innocent looks and use them to get away with the things they do, while Koizumi and Amami are the mature big sibling-type. I think Amami would see Ouma as a little brother he feels the need to protect and take care of in spite of his attitudes and the things he does, and Ouma would grow to like him a lot and take advantage of him as you see in this story. I think Amami, instead of judging Ouma, would try a lot of times to talk to him, understand him, have empathy (like Mahiru did with Hiyoko. She was the one who offered to help her with her kimono when everyone was bullying her back) and try to look past his lies.

In fact, there’s an interesting story in the second anthology where Amami acts all big brotherly with Yumeno (because she reminds him of his little sisters) and there’s a small Oumami moment where Ouma gives him info about Yumeno’s where abouts (Yumeno was hiding from Amami to test him or something, kinda hide and seek). While everyone is accusing Ouma of being a liar (again), Amami actually tries to look past that lie and use the info he gives him to find Yumeno

They would have a platonic relationship that would slowly develop into something more as you say! 

I think their relationship would have been real interesting. At least we have the anthologies to see what they would’ve been like! (Plus I actually think that while Kaede was doing her thing alone/with Saihara in chapter 1 these two might have interacted at some point. I mean, Amami is a walking mystery. Ouma loves mysteries. It’s obvious that at some point Ouma would’ve had showered him with questions and all).

If you want to read the anthologies, you can read them/download them at @shslscans ! the two anthologies are translated so you can read them! There’s a third anthology coming up in late october, so I’m looking forward to seeif they include more Oumami ;;

Defending Your Life

Originally posted by pinkman

Summary: This is for the anon who requested a reader insert for this episode, where the reader takes the stand against Dean instead of Jo. When the you go to kill Dean for Osiris, you reveal that you aren’t actually dead, and Dean begins looking for you. He finds you, and fluff ensues.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 3,700 (really long b/c at the start it’s basically a re-write, beginning after Dean is kidnapped by Osiris - quotes taken from the show)

Warnings: attempted murder, discussion of reader death, kidnapping, evidence of torture - but also FLUFF

A/N: Sorry this request took so long, anon. Turned out much longer than I expected, hope you like it!

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lilbeelocked  asked:

Hey SA I've just seen you reblogged a post about goodbyes in the show and I so would like to know your opnion on this. Do you think the cane scene was in character for John? Tbh I think his character was very OOC in S4 but I'd like to know your opinion on this. Yours are the only fanfic I read post-s4 I really trust you with my heart. Thank you!

Okay, just as a disclaimer, because I really, really don’t want anyone to think the opposite here, I absolutely love John Watson. Please don’t be confused about that. That said, he’s got some massive issues. 

Unfortunately, I do see the cane scene as in character, but I’m also one of those annoying people that would say that there’s a huge range of what could be considered “in character” for every human, you know? I’m just as much myself when I’m being a total dick as when I’m being the best version of myself. One end of the spectrum is not truer than the other. John is just as much John when he’s doing that soft, gentle, tender gaze, like at Sherlock and Mrs Hudson in ASIB as he is when he’s physically hurting Sherlock. Unfortunately, they chose to draw out the ugliest aspects of John’s personality in series 4, showcasing his damage far more than his heroism and the beautiful soul that he also is underneath those trust issues and unspent, ultimately inward-pointing anger and guilt and sense of inadequacy. Walking out when things get difficult is very much consistent with his behaviour from series 1 forward: look at his little domestic with Sherlock in TGG: Sherlock is being insulting and difficult, and instead of trying to talk through it or ask deeper questions, or even just argue it out, John gets up and leaves. 

I would say that it’s canon that he also left Mary after she shot Sherlock. I don’t see how anyone could possibly have maintained “months of silence” while occupying the same space. It just isn’t possible. For a few weeks, maybe, but months of genuine silence? No way. John wasn’t there. To his credit, and this is a big thing, John doesn’t stay mad. His capacity to handle things blowing up in his face is rather limited, but give him time and he’ll go back and give it another go. It took him 24 hours after Sherlock returned. Even when he thought the bearded old man was Sherlock playing a prank, he was laughing in spite of himself and clearly, overtly disappointed when it turned out not to be Sherlock. So he went back. The fact that it took him six months to return to Mary says a lot in terms of how reluctant he was to do it. I hate that he did it, but I get that the weight of his sworn word and the impending arrival of his child were the sole driving factors there, rather than love for Mary herself. His extreme reluctance and over promise of continuing anger during that scene hardly made for a cozy little reunion scene (I once saw an interview where Gatiss referred to it as “so tender and moving” or some crap like that, but that’s a rage post for another day!). The point is, given time to sort himself out, John goes back. He goes back to therapy even when he thinks it isn’t working. For all that Mrs Hudson had to bully him into it (he wasn’t ready and that wasn’t right!), John did finally agree to see and treat Sherlock. He would have gone back. That’s as much in his character as his preponderance for leaving is. 

Furthermore, while it’s ugly that he leaves, I also find it entirely understandable. This is someone who has a history of familial issues, estranged from everyone except a sister, with whom he shares a barely-tolerated relationship. He was in an active war zone: say no more. His superior officer, on whom he clearly had at least a bit of a hero complex for (and I personally don’t see anything else there, but that’s also plenty!), let him down and shut him out. Life had already betrayed John over and over and over again by the point that he met Sherlock. And Sherlock, for all of his intellectual brilliance, had never allowed himself to have a relationship so close that he might actually want to consider the other person’s feelings. He was clumsy and a slow learner and I think it took him a long time to see that John’s feelings needed better care than he was equipped to understand or give at the time. Their shared sense of inappropriate humour always had that edge to it, and while John is mentally healthy, I think he loves it (and I think that that’s why, when Sherlock faltered in the restaurant upon seeing John again and hastily revised his ill-conceived plan, that he turned to the one thing he thought he could rely on, this shared humour) but when he’s having one of his bad times, it cuts sharply. I think that he understands the genuine affection behind it, and when Sherlock said everything he said in his wedding speech, I think he was honestly shocked to hear it expressed so directly. He does know how much Sherlock thinks of him, how much he relies on him, and that any light jokes to the contrary are genuinely jokes. With Mary, on the other hand, they weren’t actually jokes and he knew it. They’ve always had communication problems, ones that lead to living out what they want from each other in the worst ways possible, but the love behind it is a real thing. Their actions only hurt each other so badly because of that very yearning there, one that neither of them seems able to express, or willing to take the risk to express. It’s a truly damaged relationship and they’ve both been damaged by it. As someone who absolutely believes in their love, and in the capacity for them to love hugely, deeply, and without reserve, it hurts to say that. Nevertheless, I do believe that with all of my being. 

I’ve joked that my new “kink” since series 4 is getting them both some therapy. I’ve written more therapy in stories since Christmas than ever before! Since series 4 started airing, I’ve written These Four Walls & Exile (after TST), Where My Demons Hide (John goes back to Ella), Now That the Dust Has Settled (We Can See the Stars), and A Satellite Out of Orbit (told from Ella’s POV in which she sees Sherlock during TLD), (after TLD), and then after TFP: A Case for Domestic Propinquity, Hell Hath No Fury (John goes back to Ella), From the Bottom of the Well (John goes back to Ella), Bridging the Ravine & Set in Stone (which take place at a resort for same-sex couples needing group and one-on-one relationship counselling). I think they need help. I also think that one of them could finally come to his senses and realise one day that they need to talk, and talk properly. I take back what I said about my biggest canon frustration being the way John leaves Sherlock: it’s definitely Moftiss never having once allowed them to have a direct, honest, and complete conversation. (Sometimes direct, sometimes honest, but never complete!) I think that they could get there on their own. It’s possible. It just hasn’t happened yet. 

That said, remember this: in opera we always say that the opera never takes place on the day that nothing happened. Remember all of those other days we aren’t shown: we can safely assume that alllll of those other days, and these are the majority by far, they lived together, cooking and taking out the trash and taking turns in the bathroom (that model of house would rarely have had a third bathroom on the third storey; that’s where the servants would have lived and they’d have used an outdoor privy at the time when this model of house was built, and the other bathroom would be in Mrs Hudson’s suite). They’d have taken cases and gone for midnight dinners at the Chinese restaurant on the corner and laughed at all of the wrong times and provoked speculation from anyone and everyone who ever saw them together. They’d have complained about their respective siblings and been a little nicer to each other every time one or the other was having a bad day. Think of Sherlock buying John beer after things with Sarah ended, according to John’s blog. Think of John, on his honeymoon, yet unable to just stop communicating regularly with Sherlock. They’re a damaged team, but nonetheless a team. Think of Sherlock knowing John so well that he could even predict that John would choose to leave him again, and how. They know each other in ways that no one else ever will, and I stand by that. 

I hope that helps? :)