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The 4th Episode: A Complete Johnlock Fix-It

The screen is black.  A woman’s voice cuts through.  It’s Molly’s voice.

“Forward? Or Backward?”

A blinding white light floods the darkness.  A pulsating heartbeat. 

“Backward,” sighs Sherlock.

White noise stings as scenes are replayed backward. Sherlock and John running backward.  John’s fist recoiling from Sherlock in the morgue.  The christening, backward. The birth, backward.  The plane glides into the air, tail first. Magnussen’s limp body jolts into standing position, Sherlock puts the gun back in John’s pocket. The flashdrive jumps from the fire, into John’s hand.  The gun drops, the coin falls back into Mary’s fingers. Sherlock raises from Magnussen’s floor, the blood-stained shirt turns freshly white. Mary stands across from Sherlock, gun drawn.

Roll Title Credits.

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Never forget how Disney ruined Doug by slapping on a bunch of arbitrary bullshit changes:

• The Beets broke up
• Honker Burger closed
• Roger got rich
• Connie got a more “normal” body type
• Doug became Porkchop’s pet
• Skeeter’s safeword changed from “honk honk” to “eebeedeebee”
• The town was named Doug
• “Patti Mayonnaise Memorial Swimming Pool” WTF!
• Mayor White became part of Doug’s circle of friends
• Sex moans in the theme song
• Everyone could see Doug’s imagination sequences happen in reality
• 9/11 predictions got a lot less subtle
• Mr. Dink calmed down
• Judy Funnie became a baby
• Mr. Bone lived in Doug’s walls
• Doug’s voice actor was replaced by Sir Michael Caine
• Every episode was 4 hours long
• Every character was nude with grotesquely long, muscular torsos
• Roger always dropped a gun on the floor in every scene
• Doug turned twelve 
• Every episode ended with Doug’s parents dying

anonymous asked:

I'm not sure if anybody's already said this, but when Sherlock catches the teacup in TLD everyone seems to focus on Sherlock dropping the gun to do so, symbolising him dropping everything else to save the gay love, but I can't help but think about what happens next, Sherlock has a gun pulled on him by a woman he trusts. D'you think that Sherlock abandoning the gun to save the tea is meant to parallel him ignoring the signs that Mary was dangerous because he was too focused on John's happiness?

Hmm, that’s pretty deep Nonny. Huh. I can see the metaphor / parallels here. Ouch.

She Won’t Have You Anymore// Bellamy Blake

Epitome: When Murphy is trying to hang Bellamy in the drop ship, you find a way in to save him, not helping but overhear the conversation they uphold. 

Word Count: 575


“Take me for him!” Bellamy yelled at the closed doors of the drop ship.

“No, no!” You yelled, clawing at the arms that were holding you back.

“Let Jasper go and take me! I’m the one you want!” Bellamy yelled.

The doors opened, Jasper stumbling out of the drop ship. Bellamy dropped his guns, walking over to the door. He jumped inside, looking at you one last time.

“No, Bellamy!” You screeched, finally getting out of the arms. You ran over just as the door closed, your fists banging against the concrete.

“Why did you let him go?!” You yelled at the people standing around the drop ship.

You stood around, Raven and Clarke making a plan to get Bellamy back. 

“Let me go with her,” you begged Clarke, who declined. “Please, I can talk Murphy into letting him go.”

You followed Raven underneath the drop ship, making sure to be quiet.

Raven went to the circuits, trying to find a way to shut the lights off while you tried to find a way into the drop ship.

“You let people wrap a rope around my neck, while you kicked the barrel from underneath my feet,” Murphy said. “You almost killed me.”

“No, I didn’t,” Bellamy said, anger lining his voice. “You were an asshole to everyone-”

“So were you, Blake!” Murphy cut him off. “What happened to ‘we do whatever the hell we want whenever the hell we want’?”

“That expired the day Grounders put a bounty on every single head in this camp.” 

“On everyone’s head or her head?” Murphy asked.

You stopped in your tracks, listening closer.

“John-”

“No, Bellamy, I see the way you look at her, you’re in love with her,” Murphy said, shuffling around. “The thing is, when I’m done, she won’t have you anymore.”

You jumped up, going through a small tunnel in the drop ship but your foot slipped and you fell against the metal with a loud clang.

“Ah, that must be her now.” Murphy said before letting out a series of gunfire, hitting everywhere around you in the small tunnel.

One got you in the shoulder, making you groan out in pain.

“Got her!”

“Murphy! Listen, you’re problem is with me, not her, kill me,” Bellamy said as you started to climb again. “Me, not her.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I plan to kill you anyway.” Murphy said before you hear a loud clanking and then silence.

You came out of a hole underneath the floor, sending a few bullets in the way of Murphy but he jumped out a window, running towards the woods.

You turned around, seeing Bellamy hanging from the ceiling, not moving. You pulled the knife from your belt, quickly cutting him down.

You softly set him on the floor, on your knees beside his not moving body.

“Bellamy?” you whispered softly, your shaking hands hovering over his face. “Bell?”

His eyes shot open and he breathed in deeply before looking at you. “Y/n?”

“Hey, Bell.” You smiled against your tears, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck. 

“I thought you were dead.” He breathed into your neck, his arms wrapping around you.

“I thought you were dead.” You chuckled, pulling back and swiftly pressing your lips against his.

He kissed back, his lips working against yours. 

“I love you.” He blurted as he moved a piece of hair from your face.

“I love you too, Bell.” You smiled, kissing him again.

Lena ducked as another laser beam was shot, aimed at her head. She found a cover behind a wall. Breathing heavy, head pulsing, heart drumming in her ears.

She heard heavy footsteps of the man her brother and mother somehow hired to kill her.

Again.

Being locked up in the most secure place in the whole country. Also, somehow, giving him an alien weapon. Where the fuck were they getting those things from?!

She was jerked from her really untimely musings by a hand on her neck, as she was lifted of her feet. Eyes wide, throat tight. Lena grabbed and clawed at the hand holding her throat. The man’s smile was menacing, eyes shining with something Lena couldn’t put word to.  

“And why are people afraid of you?” He growled, dropping the gun and lowering Lena to the ground, before pushing her pack into the wall. “You’re just another bitch with too much money to spare.” His smile grew wider and he leaned even closer to Lena’s face, the grip of his hand getting stronger. “You’re not a Luthor.

“You’re damn right, she’s not.” Another voice growled behind him.

The next moment the wrist of the man was gripped, his hand released her throat and he was thrown across the lobby of L-Corp building. Lena fell to her knees, coughing and greedily gulping air. She looked up, watching Supergirl stalking towards the man, who was trying to get away, eyes full of horror. Lena could hear Supergirl saying, what she supposed were threats, in a language she’d never heard. Lena watched as the hero was a couple of steps away from him, when, all of a sudden, Agent Danvers, seemingly out of nowhere, jumped between the two.

“You don’t want to do this.” Alex’s voice was loud and clear, bouncing off the walls of the marble lobby.

“Trust me, I do.” Supergirl growled back.

“Remember what happened last time?”

“It’s different this time.”

“Is it really?”

The two seemed to have a glaring contest for a moment before Supergirl gave in and took several steps back. After that the lobby was flooded with people wearing black and a couple of police officers. Paramedics rushed to Lena, asking her questions and gently prying her hand from her throat to take a look.

She was asked questions by a detective and then by Agent Danvers; medics deemed that she didn’t have any serious injuries. So, when she turned to find Supergirl, she was nowhere to be seen. Lena missed the heavy look Agent Danvers gave her, only turning to her usual neutral expression and she said:

“Emergency on the other end of the city.” Alex said. “She asked to tell you that she’s happy that you’re okay and she’s sorry she couldn’t stay.”

Lena nodded, hugging herself, “I understand. I hope I’ll get the chance to thank her myself. Can you tell her?”

“Of course,” and with a warm genuine smile, Alex placed her hands on Lena’s shoulders, squeezing reassuringly. “I’m glad you’re okay.” Lena timidly returned the smile. “Would you like me to drive you home?” All the brunette could do, was shake her head yes.


“Should I tell her?”

“It’s your decision.”

“You’re no help right now.”

“It’s your secret, Kara. If you trust her-”

“I do!”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“I- I just-”

“She’s home right now. If you think you’re ready, go and tell her. Don’t wait too long. It’d be better if she finds out from you.”


Lena was unsure when she heard the knock on the door. Considering the events of the evening, she was a second away from calling the police, when a voice, a familiar voice, from the other side of the door called out.

“Lena? It’s Kara.” The brunette relaxed and breather out, standing up from the couch, walking over and opening the door, letting Kara in. “Sorry for dropping so late.”

“Supergirl told you about what happened?” Lena guessed, pulling the blanket she was covered in, tighter around her shoulders.

“No. But that’s why I’m here.”

That… was confusing.

She was about to say something, but Kara interrupted her.

“Let me finish, before I’ve lost my nerve.” The blonde took a deep breath. “I want you to know, that you’re one of my best and closest friends. And the most incredible, talented, kind, compassionate, ambitious, strong person I’ve ever met.” Another deep breath and Kara stepped closer, now mere inches between her and Lena. She took Lena’s hands in hers, bringing them to the collar of her light blue button-up. “I want you to know that I didn’t tell you because I was afraid. Afraid that you’d be in even more danger than you are already. I wanted to protect you from this.” She guided the finger to pop the buttons open; slowly, steady. Lena’s hands were shaking so hard when she held the shirt open, staring at the proud ‘S’. “It was never because of your last name. But of the fear of people harming you.” Kara took her glasses off. “Tonight… I was ready to kill that man. Because he hurt you. And I don’t want to see you hurt. Ever. Especially I don’t want to see you hurt because of me.” Lena looked up into bright blue eyes. Lips trembling, her own eyes watering. “But I knew that I would cause more pain by hiding this,” she pointed at her chest, “from you. And I don’t want to. Because you mean so much to me, Lena.”

Lena choked on a sob, as she threw her arms around Kara, burring her face in strong neck, as strong and gentle arms hugged her back.

She was warm.

She was safe.


I was asked not to stop :D

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On December 1, 1997, Michael Carneal (pictured above) wrapped a shotgun and a rifle in a blanket and took them to school, passing them off as an art project. He also carried a loaded .22 pistol in his backpack. When Carneal arrived at Heath High School that morning he put in earplugs and took the pistol out of his backpack. He fired eight rounds in fast succession at a youth prayer group. Three girls died in hospital from their injuries and a further five were wounded.

Member of the prayer group, Benjamin Strong, testified that Carneal dropped the gun of his own accord when he was finished and surrendered to the school principal, Carneal said to Strong: “Kill me, please. I can’t believe I did that.

The teenage queen,
the loaded gun,
the drop dead dream,
the chosen one.
—  Did You Mean: Agatha, Penny, Baz, and Simon? Read my Mind by The Killers