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Childhood friends / 5080 words

Catch up

May 2017

Part One

“I miss you.” He groaned down the phone, clearly half asleep.

“I miss you too.” I snuggled a little further into my bed. “Time you flying back?”

“Mm… dunno. Whenever they wake me up. My heads gone, Lulu. Barely know where I am.”

“You’re in New York.” I told him through a giggle.

Even though he was due back in London the next day, our work schedules weren’t allowing us to spend time together, even still. We’d had over a month without seeing each other, just texts and phone-calls whenever he had the time.
It was what I’d been expecting, but it definitely wasn’t easy.

“Okay. Then London. London after that, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Gunna try my best to sneak off and come see you, okay? I can’t promise anything but I’ll try.”

I knew he only had a day or so in London before he flew back out to the states, so although he said he was going to try, I didn’t even allow myself to get excited over the thought of seeing him. I knew it wouldn’t happen, no matter how much we both wanted it to.

“Okay.” I tried not to sound too disheartened. “Nearly album time.”

“Don’t.” He sighed.

The closer it got to his album being released, the more nervous he became. It was just two short days away, and he pretty much refused to talk about it. The reaction he’d had to the single was more than we’d ever expected it to be, review after review pouring in praising the song to the high heavens, but if anything, it had just made him worse.
He was feeling the pressure like a literal weight on his body.

“It’s gunna be great, Harry. Don’t worry about it. Besides, the most important thing is that you love it, and you’re proud of it. This is music is for you. No one else.”

“Sent you a copy.” He yawned, eager to stay awake for as long as he could since we hadn’t spoken over the phone for days.

“You did?”

“Mm. The vinyl. You should get it tomorrow so… a day earlier than most.”

“Harry, you didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to. I mean… it’s possible you play a bit of a role in the album so… you deserve it.”

Shock silenced me for a short while, bolting upright in bed, thinking he was just joking with me and he was about to burst out laughing. I should have known he’d was too tired to make any kind of joke, he could barely speak! But Harry was good at cracking a joke at the most inconvenient of times, I just figured this was another one.

“Harry, this is the point where you tell me you’re joking!”

“But I’m not.”

“Harry, I’m fucking warning you!”

“Lulu, your voice is loud. Shush. My ears, they’re delicate. M’tired.”

“Harry, I’m pretty sure it’s the afternoon where you are.”

“Been up since four though.”

“YOU’VE STILL NOT TOLD ME YOU’RE JOKING!”

“Track one.” He replied, unable to lift his tone to match mine. “It’s yours.”

“Meet Me in the Hallway?”

“Awh. You know the track-list! I fucking love you!”

I could picture it perfectly, the dopey smile on his face as sleep crept closer and closer. It somehow made me soften, becoming less agitated.
But not entirely.

“Harry, you must be bullshitting me.” I exhaled. “You wrote the album after we’d met once, for the first time in six years!”

“But it wasn’t just any old person, was it? It was you!”

“But-”

“I told you you’d always been on my mind.”

“Well, what are the lyrics?”

“You’ll have to wait and see.”

“Haz-”

“It’s about… if you had ever turned around, and asked me to be there, I would have been. If you had ever… said you wanted me, I would have been yours. Six years ago. Three years ago. Now. Never changed.”

I pretty much collapsed after that, falling back down onto my bed and slapping my free hand against my forehead, wondering how it was possible that Harry had felt so intensely for me all those years.
But what I had to understand was that we were in completely different positions. For me, Harry gone off, practically forgotten about his old life and his old friends, and was elevated to this level of fame where I felt like I had to completely disassociate myself from him. He became like some kind of myth, rather than someone I’d once been close to.
But for Harry, he’d been thrust into this completely different life so quickly, that I became a representation of something he used to have, someone he used to like. I became this almost shimmering memory to him, something he found himself longing for. I guess maybe he felt like something that could have been was snatched from him before he knew what was happening. Whilst I was trying to forget him, he was missing me.
Of course we’d view things differently. That’s what happens with two people who live completely separate lives. The world can look completely different to two different people. Memories can be completely different for two people.
I lay there for a while, trying to find the right words to say.
There were only three that made sense.

“I love you.”

I didn’t get a reply, which at first made me furrow my brows, confused as to why I wasn’t getting an answer from him.
I figured it out pretty quickly.

“Haz? You asleep?” I heard him breathing, but nothing else. “Goodnight, Haz.”

Part Two

“What the hell has been going on with you?” Katherine asked, the rest of the girls all leaning forward in eager anticipation to hear my answer. “Feels like we’ve barely seen you.”

“Nothing’s going on.” I lied, terribly. “I’ve just been… busy.”

“With what?”

“I’ve been going home more than usual.” I thought on my feet. “Y’know what my mums like. She gets well lonely and like… I just wanted to go and keep her company.”

“Maybe you should get her a dog or something.”

“She’s got three cats! That’ll have to do.”

I knew they wouldn’t quiz me for too long, because they knew full well that I was a bit of a closed book. I barely ever opened up to them anyway, so it wasn’t like they could see any difference in how I was acting.
I was thankful for that, really. I loved and trusted my friends endlessly, but I still didn’t want to tell them what was going on between myself and Harry. It was still early days really, no matter how intense it was, no matter how deep our feelings. It wasn’t something that could just be innocent gossip, there were bound to be repercussions of people knowing. It felt best to just keep things quiet for as long as we physically could. We were already facing enough challenges without other people breathing down our necks.
But there were certain downsides to people not knowing, and I was about to encounter one of them.

“Guys, I have some news.” Ella sighed.

It was me, Kat, Ella and Gabby. Or, the ‘core four’ as we liked to call ourselves. I’d gone to uni with Gabby and Kat, and we’d picked up Ella at some point along the way after bumping into her numerous times on various nights down the pub. They were my girls.
The three of us sat forward, eager for her to continue, but a little worried thanks to the tone in her voice.
When I saw she had tears in her eyes, my worry turned to dread, my stomach fell to the floor.

“Tom broke up with me.” She trembled.

“Fuck. Off.” I gawped. “Fuck off. You’re kidding me?”

“He did it yesterday.”

“You’re having me on? There’s no fucking way!”

She shrugged, the tears finally spilling and Kat pulled her under her wing immediately, Ella hiding her face and sobbing uncontrollably.
The three of us looked at each other wide eyed, trying to grasp at what she’d just told us because it literally didn’t commute. Her and Tom had been together for years. We’d all been squealing about how we were expecting him to propose any day for months. I had always said, for as long as I could remember, that my aim in life was to find a boy who looked at me the way Tom looked at Ella.
I was utterly convinced they were perfect for each other.
It was kind of earth shattering for us, in that moment. We’d never known her without Tom. We never thought we would. And if that’s how we were feeling, I couldn’t imagine what she was feeling.
It was a while before she calmed down enough to lift her head back up and face our sad little faces again, and I was just waiting for Gabby to crack a joke, because that was exactly what she was good at and it was exactly the right thing to put a smile on Ella’s face, no matter how inappropriate the joke.

“Well, I’m fuming because I had money on you being the first one of us to get married. For god sake. What a let-down.”

Me and Kat laughed awkwardly, whereas Ella laughed appreciatively, wiping away her final few tears and trying to compose herself.

“Did he say why?” I questioned.

“I think this is the worst part.” She sighed.

“If he cheated on you, I will literally murder him.” Kat scowled, and I wasn’t entirely convinced she was joking.

“No. He just… fell out of love with me.” I thought I could hear her heart breaking as she said that. “No real reason behind it. Nothing happened. Nothing changed. He just… stopped loving me. He seemed just as gutted about it as I am but… it just happens, doesn’t it?”

All I could think in that moment was that I was absolutely baffled that anyone, in any situation, could manage to make a relationship work.
I think the only reason I wasn’t completely cynical and against the entire idea of relationship was because my parents had been so happy together before my father passed away. They loved each other so much.
But I couldn’t help but start thinking about how hard relationships were, even in really normal situations. It takes work to be with someone, and Ella was sat there in front of me telling us all that there was actually no good reason behind their break up, no argument, no cheating. Their relationship hadn’t spiralled out of control or ended bitterly… it just faded, disappeared in front of their eyes even though it was the last thing they wanted. That’s the kind of thing you can’t fight. You can’t work through something like that.
I felt sick. I felt so, so sick.

“That’s fucking horrible.” Kat shivered.

“I could tell that it killed him, telling me. It was horrifying. I wish… he’d done something to me. I wish he’d cheated or… just done something so I could be angry at him, but he hasn’t. He just doesn’t love me anymore.”

“I’m so sorry, El.” I reached out and took her hand in mine. “What we can do to cheer you up?”

“Can we just get very drunk and talk to lots of men?”

“You sure about that?” I cringed. “Most men are awful. It’s only going to make you feel worse.”

“I probably need reminding that men are awful, to be honest.”

“Okay, well, good news,” Gabby grinned. “Those lads at the bar look like absolute wankers, and there’s four of them, which gives us one each. Now we’re all single and lonely. Lulu, wave them over.”

“Absolutely not.”

“I’ll go get them.” Kat squealed, jumping up to her feet.

The girls would often try to pair me off with men we met on nights out, and they failed miserably every single time. I was thankful for that, because it meant that it wouldn’t be irregular for me not to show any of them attention, but I still didn’t want to go through with it. I usually humoured the girls a little by flirting, at least, even when I knew nothing would come of it, but I knew I wasn’t even going to do that. I couldn’t. It just wouldn’t feel right.
I was praying they wouldn’t pick up on it.
I watched awkwardly as Kat chatted to them briefly, pointing our way, and they definitely looked intrigued by us.

“Fuck sake.” I mumbled.

“They don’t look that bad.” Gabby lied to herself. “The blonde one is kinda cute.”

“No.” I shook my head.

“Why do you never go off with any of the boys we pick for you? You’ve never had a one night stand, Lulu, and you really should.”

“Because you all have terrible choice in men, basically. And I don’t want one, thanks!”

For a moment, I craved a regular relationship, one where I could openly tell my friends what was happening without having to worry. I wished I could just tell them that I wasn’t interested because I was actually in love with someone.
But it was Harry who I was in love with, and Harry brought drama and attention, two things I really didn’t want to put up with. I got enough bother just by knowing him.
I wished for some normality, just for a moment.

“I might.” Ella sulked, and it was clear that she was trying to convince herself that Tom was awful when we all bloody knew he wasn’t.

It wasn’t long before Kat was walking back over with the boys trailing quietly behind her, giving each other looks as if they thought they were really in there with us.
I shuffled around to make room, for them, scraping my stool across the floor to get as close to Ella and as far away from the boys as physically possible.

“Guys, this is Tom, Thomas and Tim.”

“You have to be fucking kidding me.” I mumbled to myself, as quietly as I could.

“All very similar names.” Gabby spoke loudly, not shying away like I was. “I don’t believe you. Are you fake naming us?”

They began chatting casual back and forth, adamant that they weren’t fake naming us and adamant that we got a bottle of wine for the table.
Ella leaned in closer to me, speaking quietly so only I could take in what she was saying.

“You have to teach me how to flirt,” She whispered. “Because I have no idea.”

“You think I do?” I squealed as quietly as I could. “Do you know me at all? I’m uselesss. I have you even seen the colour my cheeks go when I’m even near to an attractive person?”

“Oh my god I’m going to die alone. Oh my god.” She panicked. “Please die alone with me.”

I nodded, and took her hand in mine beneath the table, slotting our fingers together and squeezing her hand tightly, hoping the action with help her to hold back tears, and it seemed to.
In my desperate crave for a little bit of normality, I took my eyes to look at Ella, thinking of how much I trusted the girl and how that if I was going to tell anyone, it would have to be her. All I could think about was that it would be nice to speak with someone about my boyfriend, someone other than my bloody mother who I knew wasn’t 100% on the idea of it anyway. I wanted to have even just one person who knew about my relationship, just so I could talk about things and have someone there who could understand the position I was in.
Besides, it felt like the drama of my announcement might be something that could distract her from her current misery.

“You wanna go for lunch tomorrow?” I offered. “We need a catch up.”

“Yeah, sure.” She smiled. “Let’s get through tonight first.”

I let out a big sigh and nodded, the two of us dreading the evening ahead but not quite willing to admit it.
So we endured it. We endured the shit chat-up lines and we endured the mindless conversations, and we both endured our whirring minds that kept returning to boys who weren’t by our sides, and weren’t going to be by our sides any time soon.

Part Three

The room was spinning when I landed on my bed and stared up to my ceiling, hiccupping loudly and feeling a little bit sick.
It didn’t take me long to reach the conclusion that it was a wonderful idea to give Harry a call, because of course he’d want to speak to me at three o’clock in the morning when his sleeping pattern was already in tatters and I wouldn’t even remember it the next day. Ideal time to call.
But all I knew was I wanted to hear his voice.
The glow of my phone somehow made me even dizzier as I scrolled through my calls until I found his name, tapping and then putting him on speaker before placing my phone on my chest, closing my eyes, and listening to the dial tone.
It didn’t last long.

“Mm’ello?” Harry groaned, and it was obvious I’d just woke him up.

“HI I LOVE YOU!”

I managed to get a laugh out of him instantly, when really, I’d just been expecting him to groan and ask me why the hell I was calling him at such a ridiculous hour.
It was immediately noticeable that he wasn’t mad at me, and I was immediately relieved.

“I love you too.” He eventually giggled back. “What bloody time is it?”

“It’s late. I’m sorry. I got a bit drunk.”

“Yeah? You okay? Not throwing up or anything?”

“Uhh, not yet but… I might. I feel a bit sick. Got a kebab.”

“Was it nice? You had a nice night?”

“Nooooooo. No.” I turned on my side, my phone slipping and hitting the bed as I hiccupped again. “The girls were trying to force lads on me.”

“Hope you told them to fuck off and that you had a boyfriend.”

“Yeah but none of my friends even know I have a boyfriend.”

“What? Why?”

“Because you’re my boyfriend.”

He didn’t say anything. The only noise I could hear was a slight shuffling, like maybe he was repositioning himself, forcing himself to wake up a bit and go through this conversation without the risk of falling back to sleep at any moment, even though I couldn’t guarantee that I wouldn’t just start snoring whilst he was still chatting.

“Right. Shit. I didn’t really think about that.” He cleared his throat.

“So I went along with it a little bit but kept thinking ‘bout you.”

“Y’know, you can tell anyone you want. I don’t want you to feel like you can’t… talk about things with your mates. That’s not fair.”

“I’m gunna tell Ella. Don’t want everyone to know anyway. I’m gunna tell Ella. T’Ella.”

“Okay.” He tittered. “But, I just want you to know that… This is all on your terms, alright? You can tell anyone you want and talk about us as much as you want. If you need this to be… normal, then treat it like it is. If there are repercussions to that, it’s fine! We’ll deal with it. I don’t want you to think you have to hold back on how you feel. I think… Shit. Never mind.”

“Oh you can’t do that!” I complained. “Tell me what you were gunna say!”

He went quiet again, and the pounding in my head changed from the sign of a fun night into something completely different. I picked my phone up and turned it off speaker, trying to cover another hiccup as I sat upright and pressed my phone against my ear, waiting for his answer.

“Okay.” He sighed. “I just… I think you went long enough choosing to ignore your own emotions. I don’t now want you to have to do that through force or fear. This is yours! They’re your feelings and it’s your situation and… you can do whatever the fuck you want with it. Okay?”

I think I kind of sobered up a little, just hearing him say that. It may have seemed small, and insignificant, but it really meant so much. Harry was a private person, he didn’t care to share too many aspects of his life no matter how many people were interested to know. He kept quiet. It was an important part of how he dealt with his life.
He was willing to put all that aside and throw caution to the wind in order to help me feel like we could work together normally, and so I wouldn’t feel as though I had to purposefully hide emotions that I’d been subconsciously hiding for years. There was this obvious tone in his voice that made it clear that he really didn’t give a shit. It wasn’t like it was a big deal for him, something he’d given a lot of thought to and then reached this conclusion. It was simple. It was the obvious answer. It was a given.

“I love you.” I told him. “I’m still not gunna tell everyone but… Thank you. I’m glad that I can talk about it. That’s nice. You’re nice.”

“I’m glad you think so.”

“I miss you so much.”

“I miss you too.” I heard him settling again. “It’s killing me. I’m not used to missing anyone this much.”

“I love you and you love me and everything is good.” I spoke absentmindedly as I slumped back down on my bed.

“I know I know, but I miss you. I miss that… thing we have.”

“What thing?”

“When… we’re together, fucking sparks fly, Lulu.” He sighed. “I mean… I kinda thought it would fade away but, it never has. It’s like… one of my favourite feelings in the world. Just being around you and… seeing and feeling those sparks. I dunno. I’ve just… I’ve never had anything like that before. I miss you so much and I just want you here with me, but… I miss those sparks too. I miss the feeling.”

“You get well deep when you’re tired.” I smirked. “I’m too drunk for this.”

“Fuck off, you!” He blurt out a heavy laugh. “You’re such a dick. Fuck off. Go to sleep.”

“I love you.” I smiled.

“I’m never sharing my feelings with you again, Little Lulu Lamb.”

I wished that he could lull me to sleep with a soft song. I wished I had that every night, his soothing voice quietly singing songs to me as I drifted into another realm. I wondered briefly if we’d ever be lucky enough to be in that position, where we weren’t in either his bed, or my bed, but we’d be in our bed. He could be there night after night, and I wouldn’t have to miss him so much.

“I didn’t get chance to speak to you yesterday,” I hiccupped for good measure. “But I love the song.”

“You listened?”

“Obviously. It’s amazing. My favourite from the whole album.”

“Yeah, well, you’re biased.”

“I don’t care. It’s blatantly the best one. But they’re all good. Well proud of you.”

“Thank you, Gorgeous. Now c’mon. Get some sleep.”

To say Harry loved praise so much, he actually couldn’t accept it that well. He’d just get all shy and struggle to think of the best way to respond. He’d just brush past it, place thanks on other people, ignore it, but he’d have this wonderful little smile on his face that proved the words had gone in.
I wished I could see it then.

“Goodnight, Haz.”

“Goodnight, Lamb. I promise I’ll see you soon, alright?”

But I couldn’t even reply. My head was too heavy on the pillow, my mind slipping from one state to another, and I fell asleep there and then, happy that his voice was the last thing to bless my ringing ears.

Part Four

I’d never woken up to so many texts in my damn life.
I knew it wasn’t a good sign.
I had texts from Harry, my mum, all my friends, even my boss had decided to this was something worth texting me about even though we’d never exchanged a word via that medium before. I should have predicted it wasn’t good news, but my head was already pounding from the numerous pints I’d knocked back the night before. I kind of figured I’d just done something exceptionally humiliating and they were all just taking the piss out of me for it.
That would have been a nicer thing to wake up to.
The text that really caught my attention, and stood out amongst the others, was the one from Gabby.

Gabby:
Why the fuck didn
’t you tell us you’re shagging Harry Styles? That’s very important information!

“You have to be kidding me? What the fuck?”

I then ignored everyone else and went straight to my messages from Harry, hoping it was there that I’d find some kind of explanation as to why it suddenly seemed like every single person I knew was well aware of something we’d tried to keep hidden.
His text was simple.

Haz:
Don
’t read the articles. Make all your social media private. Ignore everything. Just let it pass.

“No no no no no.” I finally sat upright, a curdling in my stomach.

Despite knowing better, the first thing I did was google Harry’s name and look at the most recent media articles, even though it was utterly predictable what had happened and viewing what they were saying word for word wouldn’t do me any good. But I genuinely couldn’t help myself.
The headline that greeted me made me roll my eyes so fast I thought they’d never come back down.
The article that followed made me want to hurl, especially since the picture of my face played such a big role.

Fuck the Daily Mail.”

Harry Styles finally ties himself down with childhood sweetheart.
Of all the supermodels our favourite former boyband member has sitting in his contacts waiting for that call back he promised them, it seems that heartthrob Harry has settled on your average girl next door, sparking hope amongst fans everywhere that they might one day be lucky enough to be a notch on his bedpost after all.
Twenty Two year old, Tallulah Lambert-


“That’s wrong. That’s all wrong. That’s not even my fucking name oh my god!”

-and Harry are rumoured to have made their relationship official after meeting again whilst the two of them were filming Dunkirk, Harry’s acting debut.

“Apparently I’m in Dunkirk. Brilliant. Nice journalism, fuckwits.”

“It was a slow start, but Harry’s really into her.” Said a source close to the two of them. “They grew up together so there are a lot of feelings there from when they were kids. He thinks she might be the one.”
It’s rumoured that Harry even turned down his on-and-off again girlfriend, Kendall Jenner, who wanted to give their relationship one last try, in the hopes of really making things work with Tallulah, who recently quit her job to spend more time on the road with her boyfriend as he pursues his solo career.
“She’s aware that if she’s not around all the time, he could lose interest pretty quickly, so she’s made sure she will always be there. Harry likes it, though. He likes being forced to commit or he just won’t.”


“Where the fuck did they even find that?” I gestured wildly at a picture of me and Harry from school, uniforms on and arms around each other, before scoffing loudly. “Quit my bloody job. Idiot. You should quit your job since you’re bloody useless at it.”

There were so many pictures of us. There were even some that I was convinced I’d never seen before from when we were younger. Then, of course, they brought up the pap pics that had been taken when I was out in fucking LA, and I swear I’d never regretted going somewhere so much before. The whole thing had been an absolute shambles, and it was still cropping back up to bite me.

The two love birds are yet to make an official statement and haven’t been seen together since February, but sources say that the two of them are still going strong after almost a year of dating.
But these things always end in heartbreak, and we hope Tallulah can stand the heat because the ovens about to get really hot.


“This is a joke.” I mumbled to myself, kind of laughing. “This is an absolute joke.”

I ignored all my unopened messages and went to call Harry instead, because he was literally the only person I cared about hearing from. I didn’t give a fuck what my friends had to say or my mum or my bloody boss and numerous other work colleagues who were once again being intrusive about my personal life, all I cared about was talking to Harry.
He answered relatively quickly.

“Hi, Little Lulu Lamb.” He replied, and he sounded so miserable I wanted to cry.

I hated the thought of him being sad. Of course it was frustrating, but all I could think was that it was done. It was done and we’d have to deal with it and there was no point beating ourselves up or feeling badly about it. We’d just have to deal with it. We didn’t have any other options.
I didn’t want to feel sad. It wouldn’t get us anywhere. And I really did not want Harry to be sad, because I knew it would be on my behalf more than on his own.
So I decided the only way forward, was to prove that I was unfazed by the bullshit the media had conjured up with little to no information.

“So, who the fuck is this Tallulah?” I smirked.

Hearing him burst out laughing was one of the nicest noises I’d ever heard, and I suddenly had this overwhelming feeling that we’d be okay, despite everyone knowing and despite the fact that we would have distance between us for the foreseeable future, I had the strange moment of calm.
Like maybe we could really make things work.
Like maybe our feelings really did put all those other trivial things to shame.

jordenstiver  asked:

for the prompts can I have the "is it alright If I call you princess?" prompt with Izuku idk how this works? but if you can do that I think itll be really cute I was also going to request one for Bakugou but I feel like its a little out of his element and he doesnt really act like that but whatever works for you!


It was almost time for the two of you to take off to another date night out. You were a tid bit excited for this one because you had recently gotten in a new dress that you had been itching to get to wear. It wasn’t anything too fancy, but it was clear that you’d stand out a fair amount in a crowd were you to wear it. You weren’t doing it to stand out though, you were doing it for your incredibly sweet boyfriend, Midoriya.

“(Y/n), sweetie, are you ready to go?” You heard him call from down the hall.

“Yeah, just give me a second I need to comb my hair real quick.” You responded picking up the brush on your dresser. A few moments had passed and you were about halfway through carefully brushing your hair when you heard the door to your shared room open.

You whipped your head over to look at him, a little startled by his entry. Slowly you turned your whole body to face him and he found his face heating up unwillingly as he drank in your appearance. His gaze was intense and you shifted a bit while standing by the dresser, your cheeks beginning to dust with blush themselves. Midoriya started towards you in an excited manner but you could tell he was a little timid as well. He gently took your hands in his and brought them up to his lips to lightly kiss them.

“You look absolutely gorgeous…” He said softly. “Is it alright if I call you princess?”

“Why, you think this dress makes me look like one?” You giggled shyly.

“You’ve always looked like a princess to me, (Y/n).” He said. “Ever since I first saw you all those years ago.”

Your boyfriend leaned in to give you a quick kiss before offering to help you finish brush your hair. You took his offer and sat on your shared bed, letting yourself sigh contently as his fingers brushed the nape of your neck to lift your hair. Out of anyone, you knew Midoriya would be the one to treat you exactly like a princess.

Dany can’t get pregnant?

Okay so I’m dumb, I guess. Because I forgot that?? She said the dragons are the only kids she’ll have twice… So does that mean she can’t get pregnant at all? No matter how much her and Jon love one another they can’t have kids? 

ps. Can’t wait to see where the last episode takes this ship and also where it goes in season 08! I’m a bit afraid that once they find out they’re related they won’t be in love anymore? Or that they’ll just have sex and be like k bye. :( What do you guys think?

I want them together SO BAD.

HALP :3

help?

okay y’all, so I’m doing a work study this semester and I’m a little bit confused about what I should do. I interviewed for one job yesterday that sounds interesting, but it has nothing to do with my major. I just found out that I’ve been offered that position (yay!), but next week I’m interviewing for a similar position but it’s in the journalism department. How do I proceed? Should I be upfront with the first guy and tell him I’m waiting on another interview? Should I just ask for more time to think? Or should I go ahead and take the position?

speed. (tenya)

anon said: I can’t remember if I sent it to this blog or not but I’ll say it anyway… Can I have some head cannons or a scenario where Iida has a speedy s/o like him and they were assigned to fight one another? How do you think the battle would go? Would they just be zipping around? xD


note: i really hope that iida wasn’t too ooc!!


  • tenya didn’t want to fight them, in fact, he was dreading the possibility of it. but alas, his luck wasn’t very fond of him that day. 
  • the battle would be a bit awkward, considering neither of them wanted to fight each other but both wanted to advance to the next round. 
  • he’s serious about his relationship with his s/o but then he is also determined to win. 
  • most likely the two would be zipping around for a bit, but soon realize that one of them has to win. there’s not exactly any ties in the real world. you either win, loose, or the villain gets away. 
  • they both wanted to win, very much so. but they knew that the other wanted to win just as much as they did. 
  • tenya knew that if he fell pack on this one small assignment it wouldn’t cost him anything. in fact, this wasn’t even for much of a grade. aizawa just wanted to see how they would react to a certain situation. 
  • he knew putting him with the only person who had a quirk like his was aizawa’s plan. 
  • tenya fell back a bit, lowering his level of speed, but not so much to the point where it was noticeable. 
  • though he still kept up his tactics and reasoning, dodging most of the attempts his s/o made at striking him out. 
  • he let them win, but just this once. 

“She did not see enough of me to know who that person might be,” Gregor replied.

Exactly.

“I think you’re doing yourself a disservice.  I’d jump on that opportunity.”

Newter is a bit shallow. He doesn’t seem to care much about the emotions involved in romance, only the appearance (and perhaps presumed sexual prowess) of the potential mate.

Shallow Newt wants a… gewt… no, never mind, that doesn’t work at all.

“You are a stronger person than I in many ways, Newter.  I should bring the others their dinner,” Gregor turned to leave.

Ehh, not sure this really qualifies as a measure of strength, in any sense of the word.

“Hey, signal Pierce downstairs to send another girl or two up, will ya?”

Gregor did as he was asked, getting the attention of the bouncer at the foot of the stairs.  The bouncer, in turn, got the attention of a set of girls on the dance floor.

While the girls made their way up, Gregor turned to Newter, “Are you happy?”

Hm. Newter might hear “are you happy right now”, but I think Gregor means more generally, and more broadly.

“Oh man.  You’re not going into a philosophical phase again, are you?”

“I will spare you that.  Are you?”

Eh, I still might’ve been half right.

“Dude.  Look at me.  I have money to burn, I’ve got the hottest girls in the city begging to get a taste of me.  Literally wanting to taste me!  What do you think?”

“You are happy, then?”

“Time of my life, bro.”  Newter opened his arms wide to greet a trio of girls as they reached the top of the stairs.

If you say so. If you mean it, then good for you! If that’s what it takes for you to be happy, then who am I to judge?

anonymous asked:

hey so i was like hanging out with my friend for a bit this weekend and i had recently told her, another friend, and my ex-gf i think i might be ace, my ex dumped me for it, my other friend didnt really say much other than "oh thats cool i kinda figured, sorry about your gf" but the first friend when we were hanging out this weekend kept making almost like... jokes? about it? like i was doing a magic trick with the ace cards and i lost one and she said just use yourself, and (1/2)

Hey anon,

I think you’re best bet is just to sit your friend down and tell her that all the joking is making you a bit uncomfortable so you’d appreciate it if she could tone it down a bit.

From the sounds of things she is trying to be supportive, she’s just not sure and maybe going about it the wrong way. I think as long as you let her know in a respectful, gentle way that you appreciate the support but that you don’t want her drawing attention to it all the time, you should be OK.

I hope this helps and I hope you can work it out with your friend. Feel free to message me again about this or anything else. ^.^

Since it’s still femslash february it seems like a perfect moment to point out that I love these two and I really wanna know who the heck they are ?? I’m glad it looks like they’re with us on the fukurodani game too, though~

SKAM S04E10 Clip 3 - Jonas

JONAS: Once, he forgot to bring his bike so I had to..

EMMA: You had to..?

JONAS: I had to take..

EMMA: You had to take his bike?

JONAS: But I’ll text you.

EMMA: Yeah. We will.

JONAS: Yeah.

EMMA: Where are you going?

JONAS: To the A-building.

EMMA: Okay.

JONAS: And you?

EMMA: To the B-building.

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just kinda general doodles


Based on @videogamelover99’s beautiful fics for this au
which is inspired very much by @pengychan’s writings from which Nora and Liam belong

Imagine: Dean Rescuing You From a Spider

Originally posted by justjensenanddean

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,000

Warning: big ass spider in your bed (creepy, I know), spider bites

A/N: you’ll never guess what happened to me… anyway, cute little drabble/imagine for you guys. Hope you like it. 

Credit to @deanssweetheart23 who beta’d this and everything else I do… thanks twin <3

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I have Some Thoughts™ about actual Waverly’s behavior (non-Gooverly) from 2x03, so I’mma dump them here, as per usual. 

Wynonna’s big theme regarding Waverly this episode is making sure she doesn’t lose herself. They come back to it several times, and even though Wynonna’s oblivious about whatever’s going on with this possession situation, she’s proving that being Waverly’s big sister is super important to her. 

And Waverly is pretty much all about Nicole right now, when she’s not picking up shiny objects with her five-finger-discount to add to her kleptomania museum. Don’t get me wrong, it’s refreshing to see non-straight women on my tv who are unapologetic about just how into one another they are, but I think it’s also important to note that she’s lost herself in at least one other person before. This type of behavior is common for people with abandonment issues, and I think they’re doing a wonderful job of bringing it out subtly that perhaps a flaw of Waverly’s is that she latches on too tight in romantic relationships and might lose herself a little bit in that process. 

The thing that stands out to me the most about this is the fine line that Wynonna’s trying to walk: being super supportive of her baby sister’s new relationship but also being vocal about Waverly being important without a relationship. (Her whole “you’re the best, remember that” comment reminded me of Cristina Yang telling Meredith Grey, “He’s not the sun, you are.”) 

Wynonna doesn’t have any context for what’s happening other than seeing how Waverly is behaving. So, for instance, she’s not aware that when Waverly shows up to the high school while Nicole’s working, Nicole’s response is, “hey babe, I’m working just now, do you think you can self-entertain until I’m done?” It seems like she just assumes that Nicole is Champ 2.0, and she doesn’t want Waverly (who missed her own valedictorian speech to watch Champ play video games - what????) to go down this road again. I bet she’s imagining that Nicole is probably encouraging this kind of clinginess instead of what she’s actually doing - trying to find a good balance for them both while asserting that her job is very important to her and that she has a pretty clear boundary when it comes to her work. This is one of my favorite things about the conflict going on between Wynonna and Nicole right now. They both very clearly care for Waverly, but they’re very much not on the same page. It’s complicated.

And I love that they’re letting Waverly’s flaws and insecurities shine through. She’s clearly struggling with whatever’s inside of her, but when she’s not, she’s struggling with the very non-supernatural, very relatable issue of how to maintain your identity in a brand new relationship. And they’re not afraid to let her fail a little bit, and to use it as an opportunity to strengthen the bond that she and Wynonna share. 

It’s good storytelling, is what I’m saying. 

this is kinda crappy bc I wrote it at 5 am but enjoy!


It all started one cloudy afternoon in the shared 8th year common room. Harry was sitting on the couch facing the fire, Ron beside him, and Hermione on the floor. All working on a massive seventeen inch potions essay that had been assigned to them.

An faint banging noise was heard. The trio looked up and saw an owl outside the window closest to them, scroll tied around its leg.

“Well, there’s no use for all of us to get up.” Ron stated, looking from Hermione to Harry. The boys seemed to have entered some sort of staring contest, neither of them wanting to go open up the window.

“Oh, for goodness sake.” Hermione muttered under her breath before getting up and letting the owl swoop into the room. It landed on Harry’s knee. His face scrunched up in confusion. But I never get mail. Harry took the scroll off of the owls leg and it flew back out the open window, which Hermione then closed and sat back down again.

He shot looks at Hermione and Ron, who looked just as confused as he did, as he unrolled the parchment and read the letter written in neat handwriting.

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Got7 Mafia Reaction: When they see you with another guy

||| @yoongiskrimandkookies​ asked: Can you please do a reaction with got7 (Mafia!AU) When they see you with another guy? |||


Jackson Wang

Originally posted by jack777

He would approach you two immediately ready to fight.

“Yah Y/N! Who the fuck is this?”


Choi Youngjae

Originally posted by kbap

He wouldn’t like it. Not one bit.

“If he doesn’t move away from her in ten seconds…”


Mark Tuan

Originally posted by igot7foreverlikeoh

He would wrap his hand around your waist and drag you away.

“Jagi, I think I told you what happens if you disobey me.”


Park Jinyoung

Originally posted by the-princejinyoung

He would not so gently push the guy off of you.

“I’m sorry but do you know who you’re talking to? She’s mine.”


JB/Im Jaebum

Originally posted by saranghaeyojw

He couldn’t stand seeing you being all friendly with others, especially with guys.

“Is that girl serious? Talking with him like that, I will have to punish her later…”


BamBam

Originally posted by chattyang

He would casually come up to you two, plotting how to get rid of this guy in his head.

“Baby, who’s this? I thought you introduced me to all of your friends.”


Kim Yugyeom

Originally posted by chattyang

He would be incredibly jealous that some other guy than him is making you laugh and would quickly steal you away.

“Sorry to disturb you, Jagi but I need you to come with me, we need to talk.”

You told me that forever was all you could settle for. Imagine that. To be here until one of our hourglasses permanently ran out wasn’t something you were just happy about, it wasn’t enough for you. It wasn’t enough for me either, but as long as you were there, I would take it. Do you think our souls will cross paths again? Do you think we’ll have another shot at eternity?  We still have so much music to introduce each other to. We still have so many more laughs to share. There’s so much more of your voice I want to hear. There’s so much more of your smile I want to see. I wonder what you saw in me. What made you think I was a good candidate for being with you until the end of time? You’d probably be the slightest bit annoyed with me for asking this question even after tears were shed. You’d probably say it was my heart. You’d probably say it was everything. I don’t know what the future holds, but I do know that I want you there. That’s one of the only things I’m certain about these days. Maybe this goodbye is just another gateway to a new beginning. Maybe this is just another form of writer’s block we have to get over. Maybe it’s stupid to hope like this, but it keeps me going. I hope you can forgive me for the days when it doesn’t. I hope you can forgive me for the ache in my chest. I hope that you’re still able to smile somehow. Even if you can’t now, I know you will someday. I just hope I’m there to see it.
—  “I really do love talking to you.” // Maxwell Diawuoh
Fish....or cut bait!

Been an interesting couple of weeks, hasn’t it?   I’ve been around, just a bit too busy to comment with football season right around the corner, I do have a day job after all.  Yet with folks acting the fool all over the place I do think it’s time for another PR lesson.

I don’t know who’s running the PR show at Outlander – I have an idea – but I do know one thing, they’re floundering and it’s not completely their fault.   Mr. Heughan told on himself the other day with his statement in that lovely little interview.

“Say yes to everything.”  

It’s a studio’s and agent’s dream.  It’s PR nightmare, but it can be managed if you’re smart about it…which I’m afraid the Starz PR team is not!  I have a theory about what’s going on with the Starz/Lionsgate/Sam/Cait mess so let me explain.

First off…. let me tell you what I’ve been doing -the Falcon’s first pre-season game is the 10th so I’ve been setting the talking points for all the upcoming interviews.  That’s right, even at a sports level the interviewers are told what they can and cannot talk to the players about.  What does that tell you?   It tells you that if an interviewer asked whether Sam or Cat were together it was because they were told too by Starz PR, pure and simple!   PR sets the narrative, so with that in mind, let’s look at what PR is trying to tell us.

PR wants us to know that Sam and Cait are “obviously” not together and to bring home that point they have Sam and Cait state emphatically in interviews that they aren’t together (pay no attention to their co-stars who have trouble keeping straight faces through all this) and they trot out the blonde in a couple of scenarios so staged her ex-boyfriend found it necessary to throw a little shade.

Now my mind immediately goes to the “why” of them setting this narrative.  Why do they want us to think Sam’s hooked up with a 28-year-old blonde that really does nothing for him but make me roll my eyes at his taste in women?  Could this narrative be simply because Sam’s in love?   Nah, don’t buy that for a second.  Sure, Sam posted a pic on Instagram, but did he tag MM?  Has he ever?  Did he call her by name?  Has he ever, once indicated he has a girlfriend or significant other while avowing he and Cait are just pals?  A Little tip here people, if you’re going to try to sell this gal to me as his amore, for the love of God get some body language tips from somebody!  And don’t use Hargrave, that’s who HiddleSwift used and they were about as believable as a tutu on a crocodile.  Oh, and my favorite part, we had those lovely posed pics but the one candid shot had Sam on one side of the helicopter and her on the other and we’re supposed to believe it was because of weight distribution….um okay.  Add to that mentions that his brother was originally supposed to accompany him on this outing and the fact that Sam and MM are both represented by the same agent doesn’t help sell the “love” to me either.  But seriously they could be dating, who knows…they just don’t sell it too well if they are!

Okay, rant over, back to my theory.    So why the push of this narrative?  Let’s look at what’s going on in Sam’s life now.

The new movie. Let’s not pretend for a second that Sam’s part in this movie isn’t due to the Starz/Lionsgate connection – I’m not that dumb – are you?   And I’m not so dumb that I don’t think Lionsgate doesn’t realize what star potential they have in the boy, but here’s the problem. Outlander, while having a worldwide MASSIVE fan base, has a fan base of women who are mostly over the age of 35. To make Sam the star they want him to be, he’s got to appeal to a younger audience (18-35) as well and with Jamie and Claire aging in the show…it’s a dilemma - at least to the middle-aged male idiots that run things.   They can’t change Outlander and have Jamie run off after some younger woman (and not risk getting tarred and feathered) so they change the personal.  They concentrate on the shallow – his looks and his physique.  They insist that Sam “obviously” couldn’t be with a beautiful, intelligent, successful, woman nearing forty (whether they actually are or not, they can’t even allow the perception).   No way! (It makes me wonder, is that what caused Cait’s attitude - not her ire at fans, but at the underlying reason for having to make the remarks in the first place?)

See, I think it’s a battle of wills between Lionsgate and Starz when it comes to PR, Lionsgate wanting to quash the Sam/Cait rumors so they can push the Sam agenda and try to appeal to the younger crowd.  NOT a good move in my opinion – especially when the movie is just filming – way too early for such a move.  

Starz had it right in the beginning, play off Sam/Caits’ natural chemistry.  Are Jamie and Clair such a timeless tale of romance that even your actors even fell under its power?  The problem now is fans – even though they say they don’t – relate the actors to the roles.  Sam pulling away from Outlander will be emotionally perceived as Jamie pulling away from Claire – and it will hurt them, it already has – why do you think we’re getting all these spoiler pics.  It’s like when you’re fishing, you put bait on your hook and if you don’t get any fish…you keep throwing out more bait.  Right now, Starz is throwing out bait.  The less fish they get…the bigger the bait.  Problem is, they haven’t figured out just what kind of bait they need yet.

Remember last time I told you silence was golden.   Well for actors and shows it’s the kiss of death…if you want Starz - this time Lionsgate as well -to change its bait, stop eating what you don’t like.  You don’t like seeing Sam/MM…please for the love of heaven quit putting those nasty comments on her Instagram, you may think you’re hurting her but all you’re doing is raising her Q-score.  IGNORE her, and if you want to send Sam a message about her, ignore him anytime she posts a picture insinuating she’s with him.  Shower the show with love, go quiet on Sam.   Shower Cait with love, pretend MM doesn’t exist.  And let me be clear when I say ignore, I mean be quiet, don’t say her name, don’t comment on her blog, don ‘t check her twitter or her instagram, behave like you did before we knew who she was!  When the show throws you bait you like, eat it loudly – ignore what you don’t like.  And trust me, all the social media numbers are checked on a daily basis, probably twice a day I would guess, morning and afternoon.     

What would I do, if I had the com so to speak?  (a little Star Trek reference in case you know who gets a hold of this blog). First off, a certain blonde would fade into the wood work.  Sam interacting with younger males in the workout and sports area would go farther in endearing him to younger women than dating a quasi-child.  I’d go with attendance at lots of football games in the company of 20-something males and females and an appearance at the World Series.  A sighting of Cait visiting Sam in Budapest – or wherever else he’s filming the movie…. maybe a picture that may or may not be her. Then . just before the Outlander premiere…. a fan picture, fuzzy but one you can just make out of the two of them in an embrace….NO more comments of their personal lives period and let people think what they will!

….and that’s why they pay me the big bucks.

surviving (and maybe even thriving) in the sherlock fandom after s4

…OR, maybe even kind of sort of learning how to enjoy oneself again while being a johnlocker.

This is a post for people who are on the fence / still turned off by s4 / still struggling with how to frame it for themselves. 

In light of the upcoming fic writers’ retreat, in anticipation of (I hope) having a conversation or two about this very topic, and in partial response to comments that my good fandom friends have dropped recently about their struggles with feeling like they don’t want to engage with the show or the fandom after s4, I’ve been thinking about how to continue on as a johnlocker, and why I feel more motivated than ever to find a way to have a relationship with the show (albeit a substantially altered one than before), and what fandom engagement means to me. 

It probably doesn’t look like it, because I’ve participated full throttle in all kinds of conversations about the show since s4, but I do get why s4 was entirely offputting for a lot of people. While I strongly suspect that mofftiss are doing something interesting and unusual with s4, that whatever-it-is came at a heavy price: a series that looks like a hot fucking mess and actively does things that one should never do (i.e., constantly throwing into question the reality status of the story one is telling) if one wants to avoid frustrating the shit out of one’s audience. 

What’s worse, the series was promoted with a promise of FINALLY answering the question of who Sherlock loves, without delivering on that promise in a way that was in any way definitive (John? Molly? Irene? Chips?) or satisfying (JOHN???). We got a scene that was really close to the kind of thing we’ve always wanted to see, at the end of The Lying Detective, an episode that also brought us an interaction between John and Sherlock that was so awful, it singlehandedly ruined the show for a lot of people. 

Even though I love the shit out of talking about the puzzle of s4, I love it because I love how smart everyone in the fandom is, and how much I’ve learned about Doyle, and the many many intertexts the show engages with. I love how stunningly great people here are with teasing complex arguments out of this hot mess. 

I don’t love that we got this weird thing to figure out instead of actual story. I don’t love that for some reason a major plot point was John and Sherlock detonating their relationship even more profoundly than they had before. I still think that the more skillful thing to do would have been to make a puzzle for viewers to figure out, but make it actually enjoyable to watch. (Personally, I did enjoy TLD, but I’m a sucker for Nick Hurran’s direction, I thought Ben and Martin performed incredibly, and I have a high tolerance for creepy shit and violence, so.)

SO: WHAT TO DO?

I’ve been thinking about a few of the strategies I’ve put in place / fallen back on for approaching all of this. I don’t know if any of this is helpful but here it is, for what it’s worth.

Acknowledge that the showrunners are human people and human people make good choices and bad choices and questionable choices

Before s4 aired, I wrote about the fact that mofftiss had set up a highwire act with extraordinarily high stakes, as of the end of s3. This meant they could pull off an astounding feat of storytelling, or they could fall. Instead they sort of burned down the circus tent and re-encoded all the elephants…not what any of us were expecting. I mean, surprises in storytelling can be great, but this was like hey everyone, suddenly the show is going to be performed in Esperanto instead of English, have fun with that.

Questionable at best.

To sum up: good choices resulted in the following:

Ben and Martin in s1 and 2 creating this beautiful dynamic together, eyesex and all the subtext and a tragic love story with mistakes and denial and pining and hope. s3, which bumped up the subtext to the point of ridiculousness. And TAB, which doubled down on that subtext EVEN HARDER. The purple shirt of sex and the swishy coat of alone protects me and a stalwart and broken John who is finally strong enough to partner his Sherlock and enough sexual and romantic tension to drown the population of the earth planet and a Mary Morstan who is actually Moran and there’s always two of us and hey did I mention romance yet?

We got all that, and then we got–this s4 thing.

Let me tell you about writers (speaking as one). They shit the bed all the time. They make weird choices. They have strange ideas. They fail to stick the landing. When that happens, it’s their tragedy. It doesn’t have to be yours. 

Maybe this story isn’t done yet. I don’t think it is. I’m willing and able to reserve judgement, but this post is for those of you who aren’t, or can’t. 

You can still like the parts of the show that you liked before. You weren’t wrong for liking what worked for you before. You would not be wrong now, for still liking those bits. All the shitty choices the showrunners could make, did make, and might still make, do not make you wrong for liking the bits you liked.

You can still like the parts of the show that you liked before. 

Need permission for that? Here it is: BECAUSE MAY SHEPARD SAYS SO. I’ll make you a certificate if you want. 

Need more specific help? Here’s another idea:

Get selfish. Get really, really selfish.

Remember that you are here for you. You came here, probably, because thinking about John and Sherlock together is something you enjoyed. Back immediately after s4 aired, and I was still stuck firmly in the wtf zone, I had to have a talk with myself about this. 

I asked myself what I liked about the show. Why John and Sherlock, together, were so crunchy and beautiful to me. It came down to one thing: the fact that I read the show as a love story. 

I’m here for my own entertainment. This is my happy place. This is where I come when my regular writing is stuck or I want to try to hack out a new part of my skill set. I get a lot out of thinking about John and Sherlock, as characters.

I still read the show as a love story, and I will continue to do so.

That means, in light of s4, doing a lot more reading in to the little moments than I used to have to. It means cherry picking a lot harder. It means ignoring vast swaths of what we actually saw onscreen. (The fact that this is the current state of meta too helps a whole heck of a lot.) 

Playing the what if game a lot harder than I have previously has become the rule of the day. 

What if John and Sherlock are in love? They are. For me, they are, and they always will be. Will they be in canon? Get yourself to a place where this question doesn’t matter, where your personal happiness doesn’t hang on this. We’re several months on after s4. It’s time to give your head a shake and remember that John and Sherlock love each other and will always find their way back to each other, because we say so. 

If you don’t believe this, try because May Shepard says so. I’ll say it until you believe it, too: John and Sherlock are in love. The show is a love story.

I will read the show as a love story, regardless of whether it wants me to. Hey show, get ready for some sweet sweet interpretation. I hope you’re in the mood.

Still not convinced? Try this thought experiment:

Put Some Distance Between You and S4

So a few nights back I was chatting with @laughing-at-the-darkness​ (who is the best, go follow her immediately), and I jokingly said that what we need in this fandom is a reset, like the kind of perspective you can only get ten years after a television show has finished airing. 

Try this on for size:

The year is 2027. You’re looking for some good content to watch. You remember hearing, dimly, about the fact that, a while back, BBC made a Sherlock Holmes adaptation with some pretty famous actors. 

You read about it a bit first. Ah yes: the adaptation that everyone was raving about, but that did a weird thing in its fourth series. Bearing this in mind, you decide to watch. 

You’re charmed by series 1-3, and the one-off Victorian special. You decide to watch s4, bearing in mind what you know about it, that it seemed to go off the rails relative to everything that had come before. You watch, prepared to laugh along at Mary’s bullet tango and the way she just won’t seem to go away and Sherlock has a sister who is also an X-Man? What???? 

You watch it. You shrug. You carry on thinking that s1-3 and TAB are great, like you were prepared to do. 

We know what we know now: that s4 is a difficult part of canon, a stumbling block for a lot of us. If you can accept that, then you can move forward, liking the parts you like, and leaving the parts you don’t.

Moving On

I still personally have some questions about how to deal with s4 as a fic writer. There are so many potential interpretations–how does one go about sorting through the detritus? A lot of people don’t want to / can’t bring themselves to rewatch, so how much can I assume they do and don’t remember about the episodes? But these are mostly logistical issues, and solvable with some rational decision making. (I did start a fic a while back based on TST, but I wasn’t ready to finish it, and I don’t think people wanted that type of fix it in that particular moment.) s4 changed the stakes for a lot of people, so writing fic now is all about writing to a different emotional register, I think. I’m personally having fun with that, while sorting through the implications for the wips I started before s4 aired. I’m hoping we can talk about some of these issues, as writers, and as fans, but that’s a post for another day.

In any case, I’m here, John and Sherlock are in love, and I hope this is helpful in some way. I don’t want anyone to lose the thing that used to give them enjoyment, nor (on a more selfish note) do I want to see people still leaving the fandom if they don’t have to.