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The Final Problem: Making Sherlock Holmes a good man

After The Lying Detective, I didn’t know what to expect for the last episode of series 4. John and Sherlock had reconciled on screen after hurting themselves and each other so deeply over the course of years. Mary had made her mark and worked herself out of the series. In two episodes, the main problems left by Series 3 had basically been resolved. What was left for big finale?

With that trepidation in mind, I was honestly surprised by how much I enjoyed The Final Problem. It wasn’t easy to watch, but I found it powerful and convincing in ways that many others apparently did not. It tied up a lot of standing issues: the Moriarty business, from his initial interest in Sherlock to the last Miss Mes, the Why of Sherlock from series 1 onward, the Why of Mycroft and the broken Holmes Brothers’ relationship. It gave an emotional grounding to the fundamental contradiction of this Sherlock Holmes: a strongly empathic person trying to override sensitivity and compassion with extraordinary analytic ability that is (strangely) a source of great insecurity. As a closing chapter on the story of Sherlock’s progress from being a Great Man to a good one, I found it incredibly satisfying. The bizarre premise of a series of rooms on an island fortress was romantic and dramatic, but not out of style for a show that has featured delayed-action stabbings (TSOT), an un-convict-able super-villain (TRF), and a serial killer engaging in a battle of wits with every victim (ASIP).

Maybe I read too many fantasy stories about quests as a child, but I wasn’t bothered by the improbability of the plot, nor by the use of all non-protagonist characters to further this hero’s journey. This episode wasn’t about John, or Mycroft, or Molly, or even Eurus. However, their respective relationships with Sherlock have made him grow in different ways, and the sequence of crises forced on him by Eurus serve to prove how much he has changed, both to her and to himself. That the depiction of these tests put the audience (well, at least me) through the emotional wringer heightened (my) satisfaction and confidence in Sherlock’s transformation. In the moment, I didn’t care if the action did not make much sense; the why has always been more important than the how in BBC Sherlock.

Over the course of four series, Sherlock has gone from being a self-destructive solitary man-child to shouldering the responsibility of healing his own broken family, and that change in perspectives and priorities is huge. He is willing to learn from Eurus (rather than feel threatened by her abilities), to work for the sake of his parents and siblings (rather than push them away like a whiny teenager), and to care openly about his chosen family. Finally, Sherlock has the stability to treat strangers’ needs with respect and sympathy, as mature Holmes does the stories of ACD.

Besides capping the great progress of Sherlock Holmes, The Final Problem also moved me with the story of Eurus. There are plenty of stories about weirdly precocious children, but this was the first I’ve really appreciated about a younger sister, and it really hit home. Around the comic violence, Eurus is treated with sympathy, her struggle recognised and respected. This is helping me think very useful thoughts about my own familial relationships and that kind of impact is a hallmark of good art.

There was plenty more to enjoy in this episode (just as there was plenty to criticise) but a last point that mattered a lot to me was a big deviation from the usually crime-solving content of detective stories (or stories about detectives). Through the Holmes family’s history and present, we finally have a look at the consequences of violent crime and the criminal justice process on the families of the incarcerated. The temptation to forget, the importance of remembering, the intra- and inter-individual conflicts about engaging with loved ones who are or are deemed dangerous. The specifics were fanciful and not without their problems, but it’s an important change from having so many antagonists dismissed as unconditionally evil.

The Holmes and Watson of ACD repeatedly weight the cost of arresting the guilty with consideration for their families, but on BBC Sherlock, the wrong doers tend to wind up dead or arrested without questions of fall out. We haven’t seen a real moral quandary on screen, and I hope that kind of story will pop up in some future independent story about our Baker Street Boys.

Harry Potter Creature Themed Asks

Acromantula: Worst fear/phobia?

Ashwinder: Have you ever had a really bad burn? Where?

Basilisk: What experiences have you had with snakes?

Billywig: Would you rather be able to levitate or be consistently giddy?

Blast-Ended Skrewt: What creatures would you breed in order to make a brand new hybrid?

Bowtruckle: Do you have attachment issues?

Bundimun: On a scale of 1 to Bundimun infestation, how clean is your room?

Centaur: How connected to nature are you?

Chimaera: Would you rather have lions head or a dragons tail?

Clabbert: How good are you at sensing a bad situation coming?

Demiguise: How wise are you?

Diricawl: If you could teleport to anywhere in the world where would it be?

Doxy: Have you ever been mistaken for anyone?

Dragon: What is something you horde?

Erkling: What is your favorite dark fairytale?

Erumpent: How would you attract a mate?

Fairy: What’s one physical feature you take really good care of?

Fire crab: If you had a gem encrusted shell what would it look like?

Flitterby: What’s a tune you always find yourself humming?

Flobberworm: Have you ever felt as useless as a flobberworm?

Fwooper: Have you ever sung so much that your friends/family have threatened to kill you?

Ghoul: Is there something you do that really annoys people?

Giant Squid: Favorite Hogwarts creature?

Glumbumble: What’s something that makes you really melancholy?

Golden Snidget: Google “Ancient Sports Facts” and tell us the one you find most interesting,

Graphorn: If you were one of the last mating humans in existence who would you want as your mate?

Griffin: If you could chose a creature as a guardian, which one would it be?

Grindylow: What’s something about the ocean that scares you?

Hippogriff: Who is someone you have the upmost respect for?

Horklump: Do you like mushrooms?

Jarvey: What is your favorite comeback?

Jobberknoll: What would be the last thing you say before you die?

Kelpie: If you could take any form what would it be?

Knarl: How touchy about food are you?

Kneazle: What do you think about cats?

Leprechaun: How Irish are you?

Mackled Malaclaw: What’s the most unlucky thing that’s ever happened to you?

Manticore: If you could chose one of your body parts, when touched, to cause instant death, what body part would it be?

Merpeople: On a scale of “Out of Water to In Water”, how good is your singing?

Moke: Would you rather shrink at will or grow at will?

Mooncalf: How adorable are you?

Murtlap: Are you a biter?

Niffler: What’s your favorite shiny thing?

Occamy: Were you a fussy child?

Phoenix: Do you believe in reincarnation?

Pixie: Do you like play tricks on people?

Pogrebin: Have you ever been followed by someone before?

Porlock: Have you ever been horseback riding before?

Pygmy Puff: What is the cutest animal in your opinion?

Re'em: If you could have super strength for one hour what would you do with it?

Runespoor: Are you a planner, a dreamer, or a critic?

Shrake: Do you enjoy fishing?

Sphinx: What one question would you want answered most in the world?

Streeler: Would you, given the choice, make your skin change color every hour?

Swooping Evil: In what way are you often misunderstood?

Tebo: If you could make yourself invisible, what would you do?

Thestral: Whose death has shaken you most in the last year?

Three-Headed Dog: What’s something you guard with your life?

Troll: What’s one really stupid thing you’ve done?

Thunderbird: What’s your favorite type of weather?

Unicorn: Are you a virgin?

Werewolf: Is there something about your life or yourself that you can’t control?

anonymous asked:

Hi, I just have a few questions for you because I'm genuinely wondering. If you think Freddie isn't Louis' son, how do you think they (Louis, Simon Cowell, whoever's involved) will announce it to the world? 'Hey, so remember the child I had? Yeah well actually it wasn't mine, it was just so I could look hetero. Anyway, buy my single/album". Like, how on earth can you think there would be a reasonable explanation to Babygate? Louis' career, Simon's career... would be over. 1/3

It would be a much bigger scandal than 2 male boybanders together. Honestly, every single person involved in this ‘stunt’ would have everything to lose, that definitely wouldn’t be worth it because the world would be bound to find out someday. And even if the explanation was that Louis had finally taken a paternity test and found out he wasn’t the father after more than a year pretending Freddie was his son, 2/3

he would look incredibly stupid and heartless for having waited so long to take a paternity test and then just dump Freddie after having raised and loved him for more than a year because he wasn’t his son. So, if you believe in Babygate and co, how do you expect that to end well for Louis, Simon, etc? 3/3


I honestly think you have a warped perspective of all of these things. 

When this all ends, sure, there might be plenty of people who say ‘that’ll teach him for not bothering to get a paternity test when he knocked up some club girl one-night-stand’, but the resounding response will be ‘oh god, that poor guy. I can’t believe that horrible gold-digger tried to play him for a fool like that. How terrible that he’s spent a year bonding with a child that’s not even his. He must be heartbroken.’ 

Something that all of you need to understand is that this isn’t the same as that news story that just broke, where the father realised that his 18 year old daughter wasn’t his. A year, especially a year where he’s very publicly had Freddie kept from him, except for short, public vistis, and has had repeated custody issues, is not the same as raising a child to adulthood in your house, and then finding out they’re not yours. When Louis is revealed NOT to be the father, NO ONE is going to expect him to stay in that kid’s life. Firstly, because according the to the official narrative, it means that the child would be a tremendous source of pain for him, and secondly, because when it’s proven not to be him, it means the kid has an ACTUAL father out there, who has been kept from Freddie’s life - something which is also unfair. No one, not a single person out there except for antis, would expect that Louis should stay on as a father to Freddie.

In an ideal world, this entire mess would have been cleared up a LOT earlier, like say, during her ‘pregnancy’, or in March of last year, and there’s a fair amount to suggest that it was supposed to be shut down around then, but then things shifted and changed.

Their coming out will have to be handled carefully because of all of the previous stunts, but it’s also not something that is going to make Louis or Harry look bad. I imagine that their contract and any legal action/lawsuits that might be in place, they’re not going to be able to shout ‘we were forcibly closeted and were made to play along with ridiculous closeting stunts, including fake girlfriends and a fake baby’, BUT with the basic facts laid out to the public ‘We’ve been together since we were 16 and 18, we’re in love, there’s never been anyone else, and we’re engaged. For legal reasons, we’re limited by what we’re able to say about the matter, but thankfully we’re finally able to come out and share our life and love with the world.’ well THAT, that implies very heavily that they weren’t in control of everything that 

The world will be too busy congratulating them, falling in love with their love, trying to recover from the massive world-view-revision that Harry isn’t some kind of 410-girls-a-year player, and wondering if there’s anything else the ‘crazies on the internet’ might be right about to be crucifying Louis for his involvement in stunts. And honestly, boybands being treating badly by their management is hardly new information and it wouldn’t take much for people to start to point the finger at who they think might have been behind the things that made the boys look miserable for years, ie, Simon. Harry and Louis, in the meantime, get a boatload of positive press, a huge new boost to their fanbase, and most importantly, they get to be free. 

Ps, your the Larries won’t answer my questions, they must be hiding something attitude is ridiculous. There’s no need to turn yourself into some kind of victim/genius who has stumbled onto a hidden truth. Most of us are just sick of answering similar asks for the past year, not interested in re-hashing old information on our blogs, distracted by our real lives, or waiting until we’re not on mobile before we answer long asks like this. 

I was watching Doctor Who AND LOOK WHO CROPPED UP IN ONE OF THE EPISODES (S02 E03: School Reunion) 

accompanied with the line “break-time’s finished early, isn’t that fantastic!”and “Kenny blew up the school!”

anonymous asked:

I'm still laughing at Even's "plan" to get Isak to follow him outside in episode 1. I think he had everything planned out, but then Isak went to the bathroom instead and he had to improvise. His first thoughts were to take all of the paper towels, pretend to act surprised that Isak might need a paper towel too, and then take one from the garbage can and give it to Isak. Like...I can't LOL. He's lucky he's gorgeous.

i KNOW, his original plan was totally to get close to him during the kosegroup meeting/love exercise and i wish we couldve seen that

anonymous asked:

Why are you so hellbent on Lucaya happening? When they were in a relationship, they didn't work. You can't try and blame that shit on other people. The icing on the cake was when it was confirmed that Maya's feelings for Lucas had been fake this entire time. Did you forget that? Or do you just have selective memory? You preach about how the show is about friendship but you can't even accept platonic Lucaya or Riarkle.

1. I’m not hellbent on lucaya happening. It’s simply where I saw the story going, had MJ gotten the chance to tell the full story. 

(Which, he didn’t, btw, per the below quote. You might think I’m an idiot who is completely wrong about everything, but let no one ever say I don’t have quotes and references for days.)

I can tell you, what we were doing and what we were building towards, was really good. It’s also knowing that, that makes the show ending early — it’s too bad.

2. Lucaya were never in a relationship. They went on two dates and when they finally started making some really solid progress forward (i.e. Maya went to Lucas on the roof, instead of Riley, and told him that she was glad he was standing next to her so close to midnight. He agreed, both of them knowing the implications of that…I.E. who you’re with at midnight is who you’ll spend your year with romantically.), Farkle blabbed Riley’s feelings, turning the triangle high key and literally cutting Lucas and Maya off smack dab in the middle of their growth. 

3. I’ve gone on ad nauseum about the holes in the Maya turned into Riley and absorbed her feelings for Lucas in an attempt to protect her theory. You can read about some of them here, if you like, but I’ve got a feeling you’ve already got your mind made up and you’re not here to hear me out, so much as to lambast me.

(BTW, I’m not saying by any means that the writers are “wrong” or any foolishness like that. I’m just saying that the writers “mind wiped” the audience (a la GM Her Monster) and the excuse for Maya not actually liking Lucas was very intentionally weak.)

4. I do think the show is about friendship. Absolutely. But, that, by no means, precludes the existence of riarkle or lucaya.

Look, one of the great things about GMW is that we have this amazing resource to pull from in order to better understand the show and the relationships on it…that resource being BMW. Because of BMW, we know what certain things mean within the BMW/GMW universe. We know what has traditionally had longterm platonic implications, vs. what’s had longterm romantic implications. 

Obviously, this show is not a carbon copy of BMW. That was never the point. But, we do have a key, of sorts, giving us an indication of where this story was headed. Per Jacobs himself:

Yes. Absolutely [we hide the easter eggs/BMW parallels intentionally]. Every one of them.” Jacobs admitted. “I expect [the fans] to get about 70% of them.”

“..there are some [parallels] we’ve done that they [the audience] have not yet picked up on at all and they are clues to what’s going to happen, and that I think is interesting”.

That’s the basis of my philosophy.

Like, look. I could be wrong. In the end, I could be completely wrong, but, make no mistake that my discourse on this show is not based solely on feels or being hellbent on proving something that doesn’t have any canonical basis. I’m literally just calling it how I see it based on all of the evidence we were provided (quotes, dialogue, parallels, etc). 

This isn’t about proving lucaya or being hellbent on it happening. And it never has been. 

Miss Everything - Request

Requested by @mrsdeanfuckingwinchester:  Dean x reader have been married for years, she gets pregnant but he doesn’t want it. She leaves but never moves on. He ends up in another relationship and about to marry her. At the altar he decides he needs to be with reader and their child.

Summary: Basically, everything from above.

Pairing: Dean x Lisa/Dean x reader

Word count: 1,878

Warnings: Slightly angsty.

A/N: This was odd… I never imagined Dean doing such thing but requests are requests and I liked getting out of my comfort zone. I hope you like it.


Originally posted by frozen-delight

“We are here reunited to celebrate the union between Lisa Braeden and Dean Winchester in holy marriage…” The priest spoke. He wasn’t a regular priest but rather a priest that had turned into some kind of hunter after realizing demons walked among the rest of the creatures on Earth.

Dean’s hands were sweating. Him and Lisa had taken a while to take the choice of getting married, of starting “a new life together” as some would say. But there was something off about the whole thing.

Lisa was giving him a certain look, but Dean couldn’t identify which one. All he could see and hear inside his head were memories from another woman, a woman he had betrayed, a woman he had hurt. He hadn’t thought of her in a long time, but for some reason, he was remembering her then: at the altar.

“I do.” He heard her words softly, perfectly pronounced and so confident… She actually wanted to marry him.

“Then I pronounce you husband and wife.” The priest smiled warmly at them, who were shaking like teenagers, with sweaty hands and big grins. “You may kiss the bride.

And her kiss was lingering, excited and joyful. She was smiling from ear to ear as Sam took their first picture together. They were young, so young John didn’t fully approve of their relationship – less to say their marriage – but they were in love and so they took the first chance they got to travel to Las Vegas and get married in secret.

It was the first time Dean broke his father’s rules, and he wasn’t even sorry, he loved her too much.

Lisa squeezed his hands as a plead for him to pay attention. The seconds felt like year to him. He couldn’t help but to notice how different the aura was compared to his first wedding.

Sam wasn’t smiling. Dean knew he liked (Y/N) better, but he was still there supporting him through all the bullshit. Castiel was now there as well, and he had also a frown on his usually neutral face. None of them felt like Lisa was the one; especially not after Dean told them why he and (Y/N) split up.

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Member: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut.

Teaser | 0.1 | 0.2

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anonymous asked:

Ooh can u tell me funny stories about u and ur bf?

OMG i’ve never gotten an ask like this I’m actually really excited. 

1. Like the day after we started dating, he had his 16th birthday party and i was invited. Well he knew i liked video games so he offered to let me watch him play dead space 3. He was playing for a little bit and a necromorph popped out of nowhere and it scared him so bad he farted and it was so hilarious i know it sounds stupid but we never forgot about that lol.

2. I’ve always wanted to post this story on this blog. I like to play the spongebob games on the nick website. Well, Nick had come out with a new game called Gary’s Crush. I said out loud Gary’s Crush for some reason and Andre just immedietlly yelled out “WH AT GARY’S CROTCH ?!?! WHY ARE YOU LOOKING AT GARY’S CRO TCH” and honestly that was the funniest shit I died laughing and to this day he never lets me live it down lmao.

Honestly can’t think of anymore right now but I hope y’all enjoyed those 2 little stories lol.

You Scared of Me Now, Babydoll? (Part 3)

Pairing: Negan x Reader

Summary: Your first day as Negan’s wife is an eventful one

Word Count: 1,623

Warning(s): Language

A/N: You can read Part 1 here, and Part 2 here! I appreciate feedback, hope you all enjoy!

The next morning, you slowly opened your eyes, adjusting to the light streaming through your window.

You just woke up from the best sleep you’ve had in an extremely long time. You were sleeping on your very own bed- one on an actual bed frame! You thought the day would never come again.

You smiled to yourself, rolling away from the wall and over to face the room. The room Negan had moved you into was larger, contained actual furniture, and a window. You were slowly coming to terms with your decision to become a wife, realizing the pros were outweighing the cons.

You now were a resident in the same building as Negan, as well as the rest of his wives. You still weren’t keen on the thought of parading around with those ladies, but you tried your best to bite your tongue before you made any final decisions.

A knock on your door made you jump.

“Y/N? It’s Dwight.”

You sat up and lifted a hand to your face, trying your best to wipe the groggy look off your face.

“Come in.”

Dwight slowly popped his head in, almost afraid he would catch you indecent.

You had never really spoken to Dwight much, especially since Simon was in charge of the unit you had been working in. He seemed like a nice enough guy, but he always seemed to keep to himself, unlike the loud and boisterous Simon. You wondered if he’d be taking his place as your supervisor.

You managed a smile.

“I imagine you’re walking me through my new duties today?”

He nodded.

“Alright. Just let me get dressed and I’ll meet you outside.”

He’s didn’t say a word, but instead stepped further into your room and held out a folded article of black fabric.

“What’s this?” you inquired, taking the bundle and eyeballing it curiously.

“Negan told me to bring it to you. It’s your new uniform.”

You unfolded the fabric and held it away from you, staring at the black dress in your hands. It looked tight, low cut, and was short enough to hike up your thighs.

“Are you kidding me?”

He shrugged. “It’s what all the wives wear.”

You scoffed, throwing the dress to the bed.

“Well he can forget it. I’m not wearing that thing.”

“Suit yourself. You can explain to him why. I’ll be outside, meet me in the parlour downstairs in five minutes.” Without another word, be turned around and left you alone in your room.

You turned back to the dress. You thought for a minute, deciding if you should just suck it up and wear it. You felt that skimpy dress just mocking you. Like you knew this was what you were in for when you signed up for this.

You quickly shook your head. No. You told him you weren’t here to be objectified.

You walked to your new dresser and threw on an old v-neck, a pair of jeans, and combat boots– your usual work attire.

You made your way out of your room and down the stairs where Dwight was waiting rather impatiently in the hallway.

“I thought you said the parlour?” You asked, crossing your arms.

“I did. I just wanted to see if you were really going through with not changing,” he chuckled. You had never seen the man laugh before, and it kind of made you mad. Especially since it was at your expense.

“Whatever. Just tell me what I need to do.”

“Well,” he started, motioning for you to follow him down the hall and to the door leading to the parlour, “this is pretty much your job.”

He opened the double doors, showcasing you to a room full of seven beautiful women, all in black dresses.

Some were sitting around chatting, others were standing near the fireplace, drinking something from martini glasses.

“Oh for the love of…” you started, looking back from the women to Dwight.

He shrugged.

“Sometimes you’ll do laundry duty. Sometimes you work kitchen duty. But most of the time you girls hang out here staying out of trouble. And most importantly, don’t come bother me and we’ll be straight. Have fun, ladies.”

He nodded, lightly pushing you into the room and closing the door behind you.

The room grew quiet. All the wives turned to stare at you. You could feel them all judging you.

“Um, hi there. I’m Y/N…I’m a new wife.”

You felt yourself struggling to get out that last word.

It was quiet for another moment before a wife with long blonde hair spoke up.

“Then why are you dressed like that?” she sneered, “Does Negan even know you’re here? Or are you lost?”

You heard a giggle around the room.

You felt your face flush red.

You could stand up to Negan. You could kill a walker. But something about catty women slightly terrified you.

“Leave her alone, Lacey,” A girl with auburn hair who had been standing in the corner stepped forward.

Lacey rolled her eyes before turning her attention back to her group.

The girl that had defended you motioned for you to follow. You complied.

“Sorry about her. Lacey’s a bitch. The rest of us are okay for the most part,” she smiled. “Sorry, you said your name was?”


“Nice to meet you, I’m Sherry.”

You nodded, staying quiet. You wanted to get out of this room as soon as possible.

“I’m curious though, why no outfit? Negan’s going to be pissed.”

You looked down at your clothes.

“A dress in the apocalypse just didn’t seem like the right wardrobe change.”

She laughed, taking a sip of her drink.

“You’re funny, Y/N! But I hate to break it to you, you’ll change your mind real quick. Negan’s a stickler when it comes to wanting things his way. He’s like a man child.”

You smiled, finally realizing Sherry at least wasn’t so bad.

“Speaking of Negan, is he stopping by anytime soon? I really need to speak with him.”

She nodded.

“He should be, he normally stops by after his morning rounds.”

And Goddamn speak of the devil, Negan strolled through the double doors dramatically. It felt like a scene from a dramatic soap opera when the villain enters.

“Good fuckin’ morning ladies! How are my favorite wives?”

The wives smiled, winked, and you were pretty sure one said “hey daddy”.

You wanted to roll your eyes into the back of your skull but tried your best not to. You looked over to Sherry, who wasn’t having one bit of it either.

Negan strolled around the room, speaking flirtatiously to the different groups of wives while you waited rather impatiently for him to make his way over to you and Sherry.

You were starting to regret this wife thing. You felt like he had treated you so special that night at the party, and now you were just another statistic of the concubine.

Negan finally approached you both, giving that trademark cocky smile.

“Y/N and Sherry, making friends I see?”

Sherry pursed her lips.

“Yeah, she seems like the only other one here that won’t take your shit.”

Negan smirked and glanced over to you.

“Is that so?”

You didn’t respond.

He looked you up and down, frowning.

“I see you aren’t wearing the outfit I sent you. A little fucking disrespectful, Y/N.”

“Negan, can I please talk to you? Privately?”

His fingers wiggled around Lucille’s handle, the bat propped up against his shoulders.

“Honey, as a wife you’ll have a specific day for private time-”

“Not that, Negan,” you hissed. You were beginning to grow impatient.

He bit his cheek, sighing.

“Fine. But make it fuckin’ quick, I’ve got a lot of shit to do today.”

You followed him out of the room and down the hall, standing in front of the fire exit.

Negan motioned for the men following him to disperse.

You crossed your arms, ready to let him have it.

“What kind of girl to you take me for, Negan?”

He looked annoyed. Probably because you were wasting his time.

“I told you. You’re a hard worker, not to mention, not bad to look at-”

“I’m a ‘hard worker’. So why is my ‘promotion’ sitting around with a bunch of lazy women who do nothing other than look pretty? How do you think that makes me feel?”

He took a step closer to you, inches away from your face. He looked furious. He held his gloved hand to your cheeks, holding them between his fingers. The leather felt cold against your skin.

“Do not disrespect me. First you show up without wearing what I told you to, and now you think you can just tell me what I’m doing is wrong? You’re the one who agreed to this, darlin’. Don’t go saying things before you even give them a chance. I was considering giving you another job, but I’m not sure sure anymore,” he took a breath, his dark brown eyes boring into yours, “You belong to me now, do you understand me?”

You felt a chill down your spine. How could he be so terrifying and still manage to turn you on?

Do you fuckin’ understand me, Y/N?”

You nodded.

He let go of your face and lightly stroked his hand against your cheek.

“Good. Now go change, get back in there, and play nice.”

“Yes, sir,” you rolled your eyes.

He leaned close to you again, whispering in your ear.

“And the next time you roll your eyes at me, I won’t hesitate to fuckin’ take you over my knee and teach you a lesson.”

Fuck. You were in for a load of trouble with this man.



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Never Let Me Go - Chapter 2

A/N: Overview - Once Feyre had found her mate and her family, found the person she was supposed to spend eternity with, she was filled with immense joy. But that was all so long ago. Before The Great War. Before she had to give it all up. Set in the future after the destruction of the Cauldron aka THE FIC WHERE FEYRE LOSES HER IMMORTALITY (I’m the worst, I know).

Chapter 1 here.

Special shout out (and a million hugs) to my wonderful beta Jo, @eloquenceisnotyourthing, for taking this mess of a chapter and turning it into something worth reading. 

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Worried - Part 2 - Request

Originally requested by anon:  can you do one where Sherlock comes home from a long case which he finally solved but is beaten up and and bruised and he doesn’t understand why is reader is so worried because Sherlock + human emotions = ?
Sequel requested by @wefracturedmotivation:  PART TWO PLEEEEAAAAASSEEEEE! & @eliselulu23​:  Part 2 Pleaseeeeeer

Pairing: Sherlock x reader

Word count: 21,02

Warnings: None.

A/N: I felt like this had to be done now, or else it wouldn’t work and even so I have my doubts, so here it is!


|Part 1|

Sherlock fell deeply asleep after a while. It was unfair to keep waking up (Y/N) just for the sake of keeping his attention need alive, so he nuzzled against her and allowed her to rest.

The next morning, (Y/N) woke up first, but Sherlock didn’t let her move out of bed so she had to wait until he was up.

“Morning.” He greeted nonchalantly.

“How are you feeling?” She instantly asked. Sherlock rolled his eyes playfully and chuckled.

“I can’t believe the first thing you think about in the morning is how worried you are for me.” He said, moving to his side to free (Y/N) from his grip.

“Sher… Don’t make me explain myself again.” She begged.

“I’m fine… I told you I just needed some sleep.” He assured her. (Y/N) doubted his words and so Sherlock sat up – only complaining once – and lifted his pyjama shirt to show her the bruises. They were darker, but they were no longer swollen. “Turns out you’re a better doctor than Watson.” He joked.

“You’re still not absolutely fine, Sher.” She insisted and got out from the bed.

“Where are you going?” He inquired. (Y/N) looked back at him with a tender smile.

“To make breakfast… You only drank tea last night, and since the case is over its time for you to eat.” And before Sherlock argued, she opened the door and walked out.

Sherlock sighed heavily and followed her out. He was still limping, and no matter how much he tried to hide it, (Y/N) noticed which resulted in her doing the face.

It was a brand new concept Sherlock had developed the night before while he admired (Y/N) sleeping. She was calm when she wasn’t thinking of the bruises covering his body, and so it was easier for Sherlock to differentiate the face she did when she saw him walking out of the room from the rest of her worried faces. It was some kind of “you’re still not fine” mixed with a “I told you to take care”, and even when Sherlock found it hilarious, she was dead serious.

“Don’t look at me like that, I’m fine.” Sherlock gave her a mocking smile.

“Limping isn’t fine.” (Y/N) insisted as she started looking for anything edible, moving the Ziploc bag with eyeballs away. Sherlock didn’t argue, instead he observed how natural she was around the flat, without even caring for the dead people’s body parts, something Watson had never achieved during his time at Baker Street.

(Y/N) took another Ziploc bag out, it contained fingers. “Great idea,” Sherlock spoke, “chicken fingers.”

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Royally Yours: Part Eleven

Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: You’re unwillingly engaged to the Crown Prince of another kingdom, whom you had known as a child but then lost contact with. Time, deceit, and politics brings you two back together, but it’s a dramatic stretch to the ascension of the throne.

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Grant Ward, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Pepper Pots, Peggy Carter, Bruce Banner, Lincoln Campbell, Betty Ross, Clint Barton (more to be added)

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: heyo sorry for the long wait, but I had personal matters come up yesterday with my family, and obviously school today, but part 11 is finally here (don’t roll your eyes that’s rude). enjoy it, I had fun writing it (:


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Something outside your chambers clatters against the ground, and Bucky springs back from you, turning red in the cheeks. You flush, breathing deeply as your lungs burn for oxygen, not having realized your breath had caught itself.

“Forgive me,” Bucky mutters, his previous unfriendliness returning and then leaves your room. He’s gone so quickly that you don’t even have to time to respond.


      You don’t know what’s kept you awake for hours now, and as you slide a robe over your shoulders and slip out past your dozing guards, you realize you can’t pin the insomnia to a single happenstance. James. Grant. Your mother. Their contributions to your sleeplessness spun your mind too tight to even try to rest, so with nothing but yourself you venture through the castle.

Though you’d roamed here as a child, the sensation of running your fingers along the stone walls and the excitement of climbing the grand staircases in races had long since ceased, replaced by age and maturity. You smiled thinly when you remembered how calloused your palms would become when rushing through the halls, holding the walls in the dark to not trip over Steve while he held onto you.

Adventures had flourished here, Bucky and Steve acting as knights and yourself one too, countless instances of dragon hunting quests and servant terrorism coming into a full circle as you walk the halls a decade and some years older.

“Your Highness,” a maid says in surprise, exiting a chamber near to you. You glance at her, startled, and she gives you a hesitant smile. She looks familiar, but you can’t yet place her face. “What are you doing out so late?”

You decide not to shrug your shoulders and instead reply, “I was just wandering.”

The maid purses her lips. “Would like me to make you tea, or a-”

“It’s alright,” you respond.

The other woman hesitates again, and then finally decides to nod. “Good night, Your Majesty.”

“Good night,” you say as she passes you, and you recognize her instantly, “Betty.”

The woman smiles, and continues off down the hall, leaving you alone again.

You sigh.

Your feet take down paths your mind had forgotten, and memories drown out the sleep-robbing thoughts ricocheting around in your head. Daises had once fallen from the ceiling as you pass under a staircase, dumped there by Bucky onto you and Steve. He’d been angry, you recall, and had taken his revenge by throwing the beloved flowers you and Steve had collected without him onto the two of you. His plan had backfired, because it was a vibrant memory, dense with laughter.

Eventually, you come upon an open terrace and lean against the stone railing, inhaling the heavy air and letting the scent of oncoming rain fill your senses.
Below, you can see the multiple hives of flower gardens surrounding the castle on the one side, colors unseeable because of the blotched out moon in the sky.

Thick, frothy gray clouds capture the moonlight like greedy thieves would collect jewels, and only a few stars peek out through gaps in the coverage. It’s beautiful and disappointing all at once.

“Oh! Sorry Your Highness. I’ll just-”

There’s clattering behind you, and someone has tripped on a potted rose bush near to the entrance. They mutter a curse, and you raise an eyebrow at their person.

The unfamiliar is wearing a hooded cape, hair, eyes, and nose hidden in the shadow it casts, and if the being hadn’t already apologized and tripped, you’d have thought he was in league with the clouds.

“Who are you?” you question, still suspicious. The hooded figure jerks up, and freezes, as if not expecting to be called upon, and reaches up to drag back the hood. Now him, he you recognize instantly.

Lady Natasha’s newest lover stands before you, blonde hair illuminated from behind by candlelit halls and demeanor still uncertain.

“I’m Clint, Your Majesty. I’m a knight.”

Your eyes narrow and you cross your arms over your chest. “A knight sneaking through the castle in a hood.”

Clint clears his throat awkwardly. “Well, I wasn’t sneaking, Your Majesty.”

“You’re dressed for it.”

Clint looks down at his hood, and frowns, as if realizing that his clothing was conspicuously sly for the first time. “I haven’t stolen anything.”

“Where are you off to?”


“Where have you come from?”

There’s enough light to see the suggested knight clench his jaw as he swallows. He’s impatient.

“A friend’s.”

“Lady Natasha?” you ask on a sarcastic whim, not realizing your impolite intrusion of question until Clint shuffles.

“All due respect, Your Majesty-”

“Enough,” you cut him off by raising your hand, slightly embarrassed by your behavior. “I don’t care for your business unless you are a thief.”

“I’m a knight.”

You nod, and turn back around. There’s no movement, and then Clint speaks again.

“Is something troubling you, Your Majesty?”

You exhale, breath foggy, and shake your head. “Nothing to concern yourself about.”

Hesitation is evident as it is night until Clint joins your side.

“I’m here to talk to, Your Highness, if you need it. Knights are sworn to serve our royals in any way,” Clint says softly. He’s being friendly.

You look at him out of the corner of your eye. “I’m not your royalty.”

Clint clears his throat, and scratches the back of his neck as he makes himself comfortable on the railing. As comfortable as you can be leaning against stone.
“Nat told me about the forced marriage,” Clint admits, and you sigh again.

“Brilliant,” you mumble. “Now how many more men that she’s bedded know?”
Clint’s eyes sharpen, and you grow shameful. “I’m sorry.”

He juts out his jaw. “It’s whatever. You’re right anyways.”

You let the response hang there, and look back at the gardens. This side of the castle is angled away from the ocean, so the waves you hear pounding on the cliff face are echoes through the courtyard.

“Are you happy?” Clint suddenly asks, and you glance at him fully now. He’s looking at you, waiting for a response expectantly.

You purse your lips, unsure if you should reply to Natasha’s bed mate. Clint seems to realize this because he lets out a light chuckle.

“Natasha and I only share one thing, and that’s a bed,” the knight tells you. You frown.

“That doesn’t seem like any way to live.”

“It’s not living,” Clint replies. “It’s getting rid of boredom.”

You cough, and shudder, as Clint laughs like you two were old friends sharing an even older joke.

“Are you happy?” Clint asks again, and this time his voice is riddled with amusement.

You think for a moment. “I don’t consider happiness a state of being.”

Clint cracks a smile. “You’re going to have to speak with the education of a knight, Your Majesty, I don’t like big words and riddles.”

You suppress a smile. “Moments here make me happy, but when I’m not having those moments, I’m not.”

Clint hmphs. “Well, no disrespect Your Majesty, but no one’s ever always happy in every moment, but overall I mean.”

“Court clowns,” you disagree.

“Haven’t you heard the funniest people hide the greatest tragedies?”

You consider this as Clint adjusts himself again. He fidgets a lot, you notice.

“Our prince is kind of a royal pain,” Clint begins to say, glancing at you to make sure it’s appropriate for him to say. When you smile minusculely, he continues.

“But the kid is golden hearted. I’ve seen him do extraordinary things when it comes down to protecting people he cares about, and I hear about how he’s always trying to do the right thing.”

You exhale, ironically. Bucky could probably spit bad things about Clint all day if you provoked him to, all untrue though.

“Do you know you hurt him?” you ask softly. “He loves Natasha.”

“And I love my job,” Clint replies. “Which is why I’ve been in a different kingdom for months, only having returned the day before the celebration. Natasha was as unattached to the Prince as the flowers are to us.”

You find his analogy confusing, but Clint doesn’t seem to care.

“I don’t believe the Prince loves Natasha though,” Clint says, blinking between looking at the heavy sky and the network of flower gardens. “Infatuated maybe, but not in love.”

“Why do you say that?”

Did infatuated men destroy rooms and cry like Bucky had? You don’t think so.

“Royals are a tricky thing,” Clint murmurs, disregarding your own royalty. “The men seek lovers because they don’t care for breaking the rules, and the women play jealousy games and have hands in triangles they shouldn’t make, but in the end, there is sometimes love that is real. I see every time I walk into the throne room to the King and Queen.”

You consider this. “They do seem to love each other very much.”

Clint nods in agreement. “I’ve only been home for a few days, but I’ve seen the Prince and you. He looks at you like the King looks at the Queen.”

You can’t help but to snort. “Bucky doesn’t look at me like that.”

Clint quirks a smile and raises an eyebrow. “Have you ever seen love, Your Majesty? Because his love begins with the use of that name.”

You fall silent, and the knight beside you smiles winningly.

“Love’s a dangerous game to play for royals, Your Majesty,” Clint says, pushing himself off of the wall. “Especially when you only marry for power.”

You nod your head, because you understand. The marriage between you and Bucky only existed in the name of an alliance, but alliances only ever hold until they break, and if the one between Sokovia and Romania ever broke, it could mean both of your lives. You dismiss this fact.

“I should go back to my chambers,” you say, feeling the tug of drowsiness on your conscience.

“Good night, Your Majesty,” Clint replies.

“(Y/N),” you correct him, pausing before you reenter the hall. “You can call me (Y/N).”

Clint smiles, no hesitation and nods his head. You dismiss yourself and walk the path back to your room.

Clint’s conversation with you has calmed your thoughts and they lie dormant for now, resting as you would soon be in your bed.

Lincoln’s shoulders tense when he sees you turn the corner, and Bruce looks up, startled.

“Your Highness,” Lincoln starts to say. “We thought you’d been sleeping.”

You smile at them. “Go to bed, both of you. Sleep tonight.”

The two guards exchange unsure glances, but then slowly retreat down the hall after nodding to you in respect. You close the door to your room behind you and slide under your blankets.

Sleep accepts you now. 


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Henschel Hs 132

he Henschel Hs 132 was an striving German jet-powered designs in the closing years of the Second World War which couldn’t be used in the way it was intended as only one complete prototype was made available by the end of the war. It had a unique design which featured a top-mounted jet engine. The crew had a strange prone position. It was believed that it would act as a help for combat aircraft to reduce g-forces during maneuvering. The Soviet Army occupied the factory just as the Hs 132 V1 was nearing flight testing, the V2 and V3 being 80% and 75% completed.





8.90 m (29 ft 2,5 in)


7.20 m (23 ft 7½ in)


3.00 m (9 ft 10 in)

Wing area:

14.80 m² (159.30 ft²)

Loaded weight:

3,400 kg (7,496 lb)


1x BMW 003A turbojet, 7.8 kN (1,760 lb at 9,500 rpm)

Maximum speed:

(780 km/h at 6,000 m (700 km/h with bomb)) (485 mph at 19,685 ft (435 mph with bomb))


(with bomb) 1,120 km (696 miles)

Service ceiling:

(with bomb) 10,000 m (32,810 ft)


up to 500 kg (1,102 lb) of disposable stores on external rack