concept: the first time sherlock pulls john into a giddy excited hug. the first time he’s overcome with happiness and in that happiness he pulls john to him. john, stunned, as sherlock punches out a laugh and pulls john in, chest quaking with joy against him. john, with a sudden armful of happy sherlock, a sherlock who in celebration wants john closer, a sherlock who has dropped some shield, some wall, and pulled john across that boundary into his orbit, where john has always wanted to belong.
and then sherlock’s laugh slows, and his cheeks pinken as he realises that john isn’t pulling away, that john is holding him back. that time has stopped. that the air has gone out of the room.
that the moment has arrived.
okay, john will say, and he will lean in and taste sherlock’s happiness for himself. sherlock’s joy and sherlock’s shock and sherlock’s disbelief and sherlock’s hope and then john will also know what it’s like to taste sherlock’s giggles, to taste finally, to taste i know, me too, the way it would’ve tasted that first night when john looked back over his shoulder to sherlock’s curious smile where he was leaning against the wall at the foot of the stairs. and sherlock will know it too. and they’ll both know, for once, for forever, know what they should have known from the start: love, a shared love, so deep and so strong and so true, and john will say okay and taste everything sherlock hasn’t said over the last however many weeks or months or years, okay, and sherlock will look and he will see everything he didn’t dare to see, okay, and then the rest will begin.
After the Slipstream’s teleportation matrix malfunctioned, the fighter jet vanished along with its test pilot, Lena Oxton - call sign: Tracer.
During her disappearance, Tracer was stuck traveling through various world lines: one where she didn’t join Overwatch, one where she didn’t enlist in the RAF, and even one world line where she lead a completely peaceful and quiet life away from all of the fighting.
But the world line that left a deep scar in her mind was one that would forever haunt her - Tracer saw herself working alongside Talon. And in this world line, Talon’s Tracer was one of the most ruthless and highly-skilled assassins. She had killed a number of members from Overwatch, and had managed to assassinate some of their top agents. Visions of loved ones of those she killed were etched in her mind. It was more than she could bear.
When Overwatch finally managed to recover Tracer, she decided to keep her visions to herself and vowed to never fall from the hero’s path in order to prevent the unthinkable from happening.
(First person who can tell me where I got the title from gets a drink on me.
…I’m kidding…but you will forever be among the coolest of the cool in my book)
My tablet (which has been barely working for the past year or so) is
officially dead, so nothing new from me until the new one arrives (which
will hopefully be before the week is over, but I really have no idea)! Sorry for even more delays, and have a nice week, friends!
tl;dr: Tablet’s dead. New one soon. I’m dead, too.