i owe a lot to you sir

How can Sherlock survive the true Final Problem if Moriarty and Mary have stolen the story?

Moriarty loves stories, fairytales. He planned everything like one. If we need to understand everything that happened since TRF, we just need to understand Appointment in Samarra. This is the key behind everything.

Sherlock is the merchant trying to outrun/outwit Death. If we consider Moriarty to represent Death (and Mary ultimately taking his title and his place in the narrative), Sherlock must find the one path to survive the Fall.

It begins with Sherlock/the merchant meeting Moriarty/Death and understanding, no, knowing that this person will take his life. So, he runs, he runs from his life in an attempt to escape his fate.

So, in the Reichenbach Falls, Sherlock fakes his death, thinking he’s done it. There was just a little problem with that plan:

The tale of Sir Boast-a-Lot, TRF never was the Final Problem, the same way the first meeting between the merchant and Death wasn’t supposed to end with the merchant’s death. Yes, Sherlock managed to escape Moriary’s plan but that was pointless. His appointment wasn’t in St Barthelemy Hospital.

Nor here.

Or even that, whatever that was.

We need to focus on this.

Because, ultimately Sherlock has been warned times and times again. Moriarty said it many times “I owe you a fall.” Not this little magic trick, no, don’t be silly. I’ll burn you, I’ll burn, the heart out of you. Survive this little game and you’ll have the privilege of seeing my real work.

Now, that’s more like it. You’ve got to admit, that’s sexier.

We both know you don’t care about your reputation, about the press slandering you. We both know that’s not your pressure point. But look how you care about John Watson. Well, your little pet, I’m going to take it from you. Let’s see how far you’re willing to go for him. That wife. Such a poor soul, so tragic. I’m sure she didn’t actually want to kill you, you were clearly a threat to her, if only you’ve told her you wanted to help her. Oh you did? Oopsie.

Well, the woman you call Mary? She’s going to take you everything, she will even break your little toy and there is nothing you can do about it. Enjoy the show.

Because John has always been and will always be his heart. He is the reason he decides to restart his, he is the reason he hasn’t killed himself like Jim. Separate them and death will be a kinder fate.

Somewhere, John or Sherlock is in terrible danger, dying and unable to escape his end. The electrocardiogram is still beating in TAB, like a phantom pain the wound still hurts Sherlock, John may or may have not escaped the bullet (no, a fuming gun don’t throw sleeping darts, it just can’t) “Eurus” shot.

Who cares how Sherlock survive the Reichenbah Falls? This wasn’t the point, this never was the Final Problem. Season 3 and Season 4 are the real thing.

Like a throwback to Jim in TRF, ‘Mary’ has become the author, the one calling the shots and stripped John of any narrative power. That is absolutely devastating, how can they survive if the two vilains have taken over the story so completely?

“Sherlock Holmes will now wear the silly hat because Mary liked it. It just felt right.She changed and illuminated the path of the show.”

Now that she is the one calling the shots, both men’s hearts are effectively reduced to ashes. Their identities have been stripped and they have become actors in their own lives.

Who you really are, it doesn’t matter. It’s all about the legend, the stories, the adventures.

This is Appointment in Samarra, you can’t avoid Death, not when the vilains are the one reading the story since TRF. This is predeterminism, all roads were leading to this ending. No matter how much Sherlock’s struggled, the author aka Jim/Mary has always planned this ending. Resistance has always been futile.

And yet… there is one fic that managed to save the merchant. Appointment in Sumatra may be a mere fanfic, Sherlock has succeeded in changing the ending. Mary, the new author, may have stripped John of everything that was him, he remains the first narrator.

The game isn’t over. This is a struggle between the two authors that have decided to destroy the story and the fans who need to find the one path that will save the merchant. Jim/Mary vs Sherlock and John, or if we are very daring between Mofftiss and the fans.

Samarra can be avoided but dear God, that’s going to a hell of a ride to save Sherlock Holmes. We just need to completely rewrite the ending, to let John take back his narrative power and let him lead Sherlock to Sumatra and avoid Samarra.

Only that.

3 Billion Dollars - G Dragon Mafia!AU

Originally posted by shadowtina

Summary: When your father owes 3 billion dollars to the mafia, he must repay his debt. Although things don’t exactly go the way he hoped. 

Genre: Fluffy with a hint of angst in this one

{part 1} {part 2} {part 3} {part 4} {part 5} {part 6} {part 7} {part 8}

A/N: This is the first story I’m posting on Tumblr! I hope you like it! I will always take requests if you wanna send me any. Anyways please enjoy! 

PS: This is just part 1 and it maybe kinda slow.

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~ Admin Brooklyn

“What are we going to do?” Your mother whisper quietly to her husband. Her disappointment in your father was clear, as her face framed her emotions, all of them ranging from anger and frustration to anxiety and worry.

“I don’t know, but I’m so sorry.” Your dad said, remorse filling his voice. “I’m sorry. I’ve should’ve found a better way. I could’ve-”

“Are they coming?” Your mother cut him off, igniting a new problem in their minds.

“I don’t know. They didn’t say they would.” Your father said. As if on cue, the doorbell chimed through the house. Little three-year-old you smiled and ran towards the door.

“Mommy, Mommy someone’s here!” You giggled joyfully. As you stood in front of the door waiting for someone to open it. Your mother picked you up and carried you away from the front door.

“Sweetheart, (Y/N), go play in your room please.” You looked at your mother with wide eyes and nodded your head. She carefully set you down and you headed towards your room. Your mother watched as you climbed the steps and went to your room. The sound of the doorbell broke her trance. She looked at the door with panic and fear as she turned the knob. She plastered a smile on her face as the door swung open.

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Host Segment 1 (S02E08)

Servo: …turns off the hose, climbs down from the ladder, turns to the clown and says, “What? and quit show business?” *laughs*
Joel: Tom, I’d really love to laugh at that, but I’m the one who told it to you, essentially. I programmed it into your memory, remember?
Servo: Oh, yeah.
Joel: Oh, here’s one you’ll like. You’ll wanna get this. You’ll like this. Okay, there’s these four monks, an albino squirrel, and a shoe factory, okay?
Servo: *laughs*
Crow: Hey, there’s a ship coming into range!
Joel: Okay, you can tell your joke when I’m done, alright?
Crow: But, no… it’s, uh, no joke. There’s– *sigh* 
Joel: –or your anecdote, or whatever you got… but, anyway, there’s these four monks, and they work on a construction crew… this is neat… they work on a construction crew at the monastery, okay?
Servo: Uh-huh. 

Crow (trying to speak over Joel): Joel. Joel. Joel.
Joel: And they just get done working on some of the stations of the cross, and they see this albino squirrel who carries it really well…
Crow (trying to speak over Joel): Joeljoeljoeljoel. Joeljoeljoeljoeljoeljoeljoeljoel. Joel. Joel. Joel. (Crow is repeatedly nudging or bumping into Joel)
Joel: Oh, would you cut that out!?
Crow: Well, hey… jeez, what a grouch! It’s the only way I could get your attention!
Servo: Hey, there’s a ship coming into range!
Crow: *dies inside and sighs, shaking his head*
Joel: Willikers, he’s right! Cambot, gimme rocket number nine, pronto!

(doorbell sounds)
Editor’s Note: Yes, the spaceship is just a house, floating in space. Deal with it.

Mike: Hello, boys.
Joel & the Bots (in unison): Hugh Beaumont!?
Mike: Oh, come on, call me ‘dad.’
Joel: Gee, sir– I mean, dad, what’re you doing here?
Mike: Well, you see, boys, uh… I’m one of the four horsemen of the apocalypse, and, uh… I come bearing a message of unholy death.
Joel & the Bots (in unison): Oh… huh!?
Mike: That’s right, I’m really gonna give you the business… destroy you, your world and all that you know. But first, a stern talking-to. You know, you boys shouldn’t be so hard on that movie. A lot of people worked quite hard to bring that movie to you.
Crow: Gee, I guess we shouldn’t be so quick to judge others, then, huh?
Mike: That’s right, Crow.
Crow (whispering): He bought it, what a jerk!
Mike: Well, I’m glad we learned a little lesson, then. Well, it’s time to die. *lights pipe*

Joel: Gee, sir—I mean, dad, why must you kill all life and matter?
Servo: Yeah, can’t you give us another chance?
Crow: Please, dad, don’t kill us and take our souls to the afterworld and stuff!
Mike: Boys, I… *sighs* I think I owe you an apology. I guess your mother and I got so wrapped up in this 'apocalypse’ thing, I didn’t have time to think how you felt.
Servo: Well then, you’re not going to destroy us?
Mike: Oh, I don’t see how I could. Well, I’ve gotta get going, I’ve got to catch up to Fred McMurray and the boys, they’re about to destroy Earth. Drink your milk.
Joel: What a sweet guy!
Crow: Yeah…

The Crumbling Kingdom Ch. 1

So this is my new series! I’ve been wanting to share this for quite a while but I’ve always been very shy. 

Genre: Mafia!Jeonghan, Angst, Romance, Violence

Word Count: 5,570

CH 1 CH 2 CH 3 CH 4 CH 5 CH 6 CH 7 CH 8 CH 9 CH 10 CH 11

Originally posted by japanaesi

“His face was sleek and his eyes were the same as the day you first met him, gentle, but with something unidentifiable.”

You knew your father was not a good man. He was the kingpin of his “business” in which he sold drugs, murdered, and manipulated politics. When you were five you asked him why he did all this. I get to make the rules as I see fit, sweetheart, is what he said. It made sense to you, life is easier when you have control over everything. What he said right after shocked you more and has stuck with you ever since: I’m making sure that your world is perfect.

And it was, you were never hungry, you lived in a beautiful mansion, and you had every luxury you could ask for. You knew your father was not a good man, but he was a good father. You knew your father was not a good man, but boy it felt amazing to be rich. Your mother and father barely missed dinner with you and were extremely loving. If you ignored the fact that your utopia was built by blood you seemed like an actual family. Your mother and father loved each other so much too, it warmed your heart when they would go out to a fancy restaurant, because even though they didn’t take you, they acted like a young couple that were infatuated with each other. How lucky they were to be in love like that, since their marriage was arranged. Your father wasn’t the man that organized the business first, it was his great-grandfather. That old man passed the business down to his son, your great-grandfather, who passed it onto your grandfather, who passed it onto your father.

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Taking Out Anger (Part 2)

Title: Taking Out Anger

 Prompt: @acuteninja: Hi love your Gabriel fanfiction. Can you write one when we tends to get on Dean’s nerves and crosses the line and nothing Cas or Sam could do to make him get a grip before he says something regretful to reader and Gabriel comes I’m to rescue.

 Pairing: Gabriel x Friend!Reader, Dean x Friend!Reader. Sam x Friend!Reader.

 Summary: Gabriel loves tricks, but when you step in to help Dean after Gabriel’s last one, you are put in the line of fire when Dean’s temper explodes.  And boy, does it explode!

 Warnings: Angst. Language. Self-Doubt.  Fluff.

Part 1

Originally posted by deangifsdaily

Part 2

Gabriel did everything in his power to cheer you up.  He got your favorite foods, your favorite movies, even took you to some live shows and concerts, and they worked for a little while, but eventually that doubt and self-hatred crept in.  

It would always follow the same path…it would start with it hearing Dean’s voice in your ear, echoing those anger filled words.  It would break your heart.  It would settle, then you would think of how you reacted and you felt ashamed.  You were supposed to be this big, strong hunter…and you just collapsed into tears…how could you do that?!  The self-hatred would hit then, and it was a never ending circle.  

Gabriel had brought you to a nice house out in the country.  You were fairly certain you weren’t in the U.S. anymore, but you didn’t care enough to ask.  It was a nice, quiet place.  Neighbors kept to themselves.

You reached in your pocket and pulled out your phone.  

13 text messages. 17 missed calls.  5 voicemails.

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in which the new Arthur is Harry’s dad

tagging: @agentdagonet, @dianyx, @hartwinorlose, @krissielee, @mockingjaybeevicious

The funeral takes place underneath dark clouds and a drizzle of rain that turns into mist that clings desperately onto overcoats and faces. It’s located on the grounds in a private grove, and Eggsy watches Harry’s coffin being lowered into the ground with an impassive face, nails digging into his palms. Beside him, Roxy takes his hand and briefly squeezes. 

“You okay?” she asks, and Eggsy forces himself to nod and reply, “I’m all right, Rox.” 

He’s gotten so many variations of this same question from multiple people multiple times and tells himself the more he repeats it, the less it hurts. Merlin, standing next to a man in a greatcoat and a hat, something Eggsy once called a fedora, making Roxy sigh and shake her head. He can’t remember the name now, but something about the man draws the eye, though Eggsy can’t say exactly why that is. 

“Who is that?” Eggsy asks, out of the corner of his mouth, and Roxy’s eyes flicker towards the stranger and back.

“That’s the new Arthur,” she says. Roxy then tells him that the new Arthur was actually considered for the old Arthur’s position years and years ago, but was turned down. “Everyone gets to put in names for Arthur, but it’s more of…of a board or committee of some sorts who gets to officially choose. And they thought Chester had more experience and…aligned more with their views.” 

So, in translation: they were all posh twats. Eggsy can see that. But… “Why did he get elected this time around?” 

Roxy quietly winces. “They had the implants.”

“Oh.” Eggsy doesn’t know yet whether to feel completely justified in his choice. On one hand, anyone who was willing to let billions of people die a gruesome death deserved to have their head exploded. On the other, it caused chaos, something Kingsman was in a flurry to fix, and Eggsy wonders if some of those people were coerced or blackmailed into getting those chips implanted. 

Right now, the field agents who died in V-Day are in their respective graves, and Eggsy watches as some people step up to the front to say a few words about a specific one. When Harry’s name is called, Merlin, Percival, and a few others give short speeches, and Roxy quietly looks at Eggsy after Tristan steps off the podium. 

Eggsy shakes his head. He can’t. He hasn’t prepared anything, and he doesn’t know what to say. 

Merlin then murmurs in Arthur’s ear, and Arthur steps forward. “V-Day was a day of great loss, not only to Kingsman, but to friends, family, and loved ones,” he begins, and his voice quivers, just a little bit. Eggsy’s too far to really see his face, but he notices the hands on his cane are trembling. The rest of his speech is almost drowned out by the pattering of the rain, but Eggsy raises his umbrella over his and Roxy’s heads and tries to listen to words that make him wish he’d stepped up and said something, anything to commemorate Harry. 

“Lest we forget,” Arthur finally ends and bows his head, hands shaking more than ever. 

Everyone intones lest we forget, and Eggsy looks away when the first shovelful of dirt hits Harry’s coffin. 

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happy-trenchcoated-impala  asked:

Can you do an age play story Daddy Steve and kid Tony, where kid Tony is having a bad day ( his stuffed animal is lost, he's got a bad case of the hiccups) and Daddy Steve makes it all better.

“Steve.”

Steve.”

“STEVE!”

Bucky’s alarmed voice finally reached a note that Steve couldn’t ignore. Steve sighed, stuck his head under the shower to wash out the rest of the shampoo, and then pulled the curtain back. He was getting ready to yell back when he heard the faint sound of crying.

Shit. Tony. He quickly turned the faucet off and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around his waist as he jumped out of the tub and rushed out the door. Ten minutes. He’d asked Bucky to watch Tony for ten minutes while Steve went and took a shower to wash off paint. Tony had discovered the miracle of fingerpainting a long time ago, but this was the first time he’d figured out how much more fun it was to paint Steve instead of paper.

He rounded the corner and stopped short. Bucky looked up at him with a guilty expression. At his feet, Tony was sitting on the floor stark naked and sobbing quietly. A fine dusting of baby powder was all over the floor, not to mention Bucky and Tony, and there were several balled up diapers lying several feet away.

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Second Chances - Part One

Future AU: It’s the twenty year reunion. Will Lucas Friar let the memory of his wife and the mother of his fourteen year old daughter prevent him from reconnecting with his first love, Riley Matthews.

Chapter List

Chapter Twelve - Oh Father, Where Art Thou

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Fic: [Song of Magic] Klaine Advent Day 21: “Underneath”

Summary: Blaine doesn’t know a lot about NYADA, except that his roommate insists it’s a school for magic.

A/N: Part of a continuous story in 24 chapters I’ll be writing this month. AND it has a title! Only took me three weeks to find one! Yay! Thank you all for reading. <3

Previous chapters: anniversary | Broadway | competition | day | escape | fan | guide | hope | indecent | jumble | kink | legend | moon | number | ocean | passion | question| regret | shift | time

While Kurt is gone, Blaine does his best to comb through his hair with his fingers, trying to get it a bit more under control, wishes desperately it were a little less greasy. He can’t do anything about how pale he looks or the fact that he’s currently too weak to get out of bed – but even if he could manage to get up, all he’s wearing is a pair of Kurt’s yoga pants and a washed out Hummel Tires and Lube shirt. He’s even wearing a pair of Kurt’s briefs since he didn’t really take the time to pack anything before he rushed off to Ohio on the back of a magical creature.

He tries not to think about the fact that he’s in his boyfriend’s bed and wearing his boyfriend’s clothes, and that this is now the first impression his boyfriend’s father will have of him. It’s … not exactly the kind of situation he imagined for a first meeting.

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Flat Minds - Pioneer Day

While writing Flat Dreams, there were a lot of scenes and snippes I had in mind that never made it into the fic. A few did as interludes, but most were scrapped. I figured it might be fun to post some as I write them anyway, so here you go. Click here to read all those written so far.
I’ll use Flat World as a title for bits set before Bill got his powers and took over his dimension; Flat Minds for anything set after that.

(Also, I am open to prompts and stuff because why the hell not. So, if you’ve got any, just drop me an ask!)

“Bill? Bill, really. This doesn’t seem like a good idea.”

“All ideas are good ideas!”

“Your last good idea landed me on an operating table.”

“Hey, they got the chicken bone out, didn’t they?”

“And part of my spleen.”

“Spleens are overrated, Sixer. Besides, the second time went better.”

“You made a cut next to my surgical scars to make a smiley face.”

“You’re absolutely no fun.”

“Do you even know how to drive?”

“I know lots of things. The secrets of the universe, for one.”

“But not how to drive.”

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anonymous asked:

How and at what age do the companions pass away? Who is there with them?

(This is rather interesting. I won’t write out scenes since you didn’t ask, but feel free to request a scene or multiple scenes for this. Thank you so much 💕)

Cait: There is no doubt, that an unlucky enemy comes along and takes Cait’s life at a very young age, the age she is at now. Although, she did not go down without a fight. Never will she. She had defended the home her and Sole shared when they had been out on a mission on that tragic day. Cait passed away in the gunfire by herself.

“N-no… I have to wait for… Sole t-to come home…”

Piper: As Piper has stated before, many threats have been thrown her way, even assassination attempts. Piper will do anything for a story, but can one report go too far? A simple day in Diamond City was a peaceful one. At about 25 years old, Piper had been loading ink into the printer, when an unexpected blade dug deep into her back, leaving her gasping, and everybody screaming. Nat gripped her hand as she took her last breaths

“Nat, never stop chasing the truth… Don’t let this stop you. I-I love you…”

Codsworth: Codsworth, after ten years being reunited with Sole, they continued to live in Sanctuary and travel together. One day, it was decided that they would take a stroll around the outer edges of the settlement. The bridge that had been there for over 200 years had certainly gotten worse, then all together, it collapsed. Codsworth’s immediately began to shut down when he hit the water. Sole screamed pleas as they dragged his metal body from the radiated water. Short circuiting quickly, Codsworth died before them.

“Mum/Sir… I’m dying…” (His voice died slowly at the end)

Deacon: Shockingly enough, Deacon lives a long and joyus life with the railroad. Living until a grand total of 78 years old. At this age, he finally gave up his days of fighting, and passed away peacefully in his sleep.

“I just wanted to say, thank all of you. The Railroad is the best place to be. Goodnight.”

MacCready: As always, MacCready gets himself into a bit of trouble that he can’t quite seem to get out of. Let’s just say he owes some people a lot of money. At age 23, in The Third Rai, he is confronted, which turns into a bar fight… Which results in his very unlucky death.

“Look, I’ll get the money to you, I swear. I just need a bit more time.”

Curie: Our science madmoizelle, it’s quite unlucky, really. Her intelligence gets her into much trouble when she takes a run into the wasteland, only to gather herbs for an experimental medicine she had thought of that morning. As she kneels slowly to pick the glowing red plant, she does not quite realize that it is the complete opposite of what she is searching for. Curie then realizes as she picks it from the ground, she is feeling the numbness creep up her arm. She had picked a highly poisonous plant.

“Oh no! Aidez-moi! Sole?!”

Paladin Danse: As you might have suspected, Danse loses his life battling for the brotherhood. Fighting alongside Elder Maxson, he was shot in the chest when his power armor had broken. The lucky shot killed him on the battlefield. Maxon cried as he pressed down on Danse’s wound desperately.

“A-ad Victoriam… Elder Maxson.”
“Don’t you die on me, soldier! That’s an order!”

Preston Garvey: At 30 years old, Preston leads an attack on a raider pack outside of Sanctuary. Proudly, he runs up shooting and goes down the same way. In no way did he die in vain, he died for the Commonwealth, as he always wanted to, with Dogmeat at his side.

“Shit! I’ve been hit, go on, Dogmeat, fight for me…”

Dogmeat: On the first morning of spring, Sole wakes up to find that her loyal companion has vanished. Gone from Sanctuary in the middle of the night for no reason whatsoever. Sole searches for days, weeks, months even. Until one day, they just gave up. Months later, the joyful pup returns to their home, he is limping. Sole kneels down to welcome their friend home, but ends up having to carry him into the house, seeing that he was torn up by some vicious animal. Even though he was dying and badly injured, he still managed to find his way back home.

Nick Valentine: Nick usually traveled with Sole often, it was just their thing. (They are romanced, if you will) As they both roam the vacant streets of the Commonwealth, a nasty group of gunners come across the two, and they are not happy. Since Nick is naturally protective of what is his, he pushes Sole behind him. When the gunners are done and gone, Nick lies dying in Soles arms.

*cough* ”N-not like… this…”

Hancock: As suspected, Hancock passes away of a chem overdose. He and Fahrenheit sat in his office quietly, laughing, popping mentats, jet, psycho, etc. It suddenly hit him like a train. All the chems at once left him sputtering and vomitting on the floor. Hancock passed away before any doctor could save him.

“Holy shit, this isn’t right. Not right at all.”

Strong: To be honest, he never dies, my boy Strong lives forever.

“HUMANS WEAK AND DIE, STRONG LIVE FOREVER.”

X6-88: X6 is accused of committing crimes against the Institute, the accusations lasted a month before everyone decided that it was true, even though it had been false. His courser chip was removed, Father stood next to him as the light left his eyes. He did not want to see his favorite courser go.

“It has been an honor serving the Institute, but my claim stands. I am not guilty.”