I’m currently re-watching Season 4, simply just to indulge myself, and mainly because I personally loved it. I thought I was done expressing everything I have to say about the matter in this post, but there has been an unending sh*t-storm still looming over S4 that has gone beyond what I had expected. Not to mention that things I’ve seen on Twitter earlier regarding the so-called Norbury movement.
I am not dismissing the fact that this season had its flaws, but there’s a significant meaning to it all that some people are dismissing because they’ve been blinded by their own illusions that I would want to highlight. For someone who had cried over and mulled over these episodes more than the past 3 seasons, this season gave my love for existentialism a baseline that tugged at the heart – the very reason why I wanted to talk about it.
Just a brief explanation, existentialism is the belief that life has no meaning in general. To quote Moriarty, “Staying alive… So boring, isn’t it? It’s just… staying.” However, what I like about it is the idea that society or any other factor is not responsible for giving life it’s meaning – it is solely up to the individual to discover it on their own.
With that said, I think this is why this season resonated with me so much, and I find the chaos in some parts of the fandom frustrating, especially to the point that the writers are being attacked for this. So as usual, I have to say something about it. Because instead of writing articles for work, I’m thinking about Sherlock.
Anyway, I’m just gonna go ahead with my point.
The Six Thatchers : Horrors Of The Past
This may be my least favourite among the three, but the message of this episode is clearly simple: we all have horrors that will come and haunt us in the future – and how we face it all comes down to the path we choose.
We live hundreds, and even thousands of roles throughout our lives. And we all have our past; things that we regret, hate, cringe at, miss, still believe in, etc. But whatever that past might be, what I got from TST is that you can never run from your past as it catches up to you, but it is one facet of your life does not completely define you.
Death has been played with through the past seasons that it seemed all too mundane to us now, in terms of the context of the show. But S4 is here to correct this notion in Mary’s persona. With Mary saying that Mary Watson was the only life worth living, it showed that we get to choose which part of our lives we live out the most.
Same with John and his ‘cheating’. To be fair, I’m pissed at the fact that this was completely out of character. But when the series culminated, I understood why they have to do it. We saw what we wanted to see in these characters as they were presented to us – John was supposedly honourable, kind, and courageous, but what is this? Who is this new John?
This is where I head to my next point.
The Lying Detective : Being Alive And Human
This episode made me cry buckets, to be honest. And it is because this is all about changing what you know about these characters and seeing them all in a different light.
Here we see a Sherlock not led by the mind but the heart, a John who was weak against temptation, a cheater, someone who looked jealous from having the spotlight all on the detective – it showed that no one is ultimately good and that someone’s facade is not who they entirely are. It shows that everyone has their ups and downs because that’s what humanity is about. It illustrated that everyone was capable of being angry, desperate, conceited, weak, lonely, alone, etc. It highlighted how these characters are broken – especially Sherlock – and how redemption can mean so much more to a person.
We all have our flaws, our downfalls, our agonies; but who are we really, at our most vulnerable? And who are the people willing to believe in us even if we’ve shown them our true, and sometimes, faded colours?
“Taking your own life. Interesting expression, taking it from who? Once it’s over, it’s not you who’ll miss it. Your own death is something that happens to everyone else. Your life is not your own, keep your hands off it.”
This is a plea. That shutting down and ending your life is and should never be the answer. This is one of the most beautiful pieces of dialogue I have ever heard, and it’s a very upfront message about warranting a value on your own life. And for people to threaten the writers of the show that they are the ones who caused the lives that are put in the line or the self-harm that will happen due to their distaste for TFP is devastating to me.
And yes, there have been people tweeting Mark and BBC that they are and will be responsible for these lives, which is just unfair.
The Final Problem : On Love And Redemption
I’ve seen people questioning why Benedict said ‘love conquers all’ in one interview before the season aired. There has also been statements that this season will be ‘groundbreaking’, which others failed to see why, leading to the claims that the showrunners are queerbaiting.
Now, every single show, every single actor, not just in Sherlock, but basically everywhere, is being put in the microscope because they need to identify with something, and that they need to represent a cause — which I get! I advocate for this! But, just when the world is being careful about mixing up their characters or when they are inserting a gay character just because now, society is demanding them to, Sherlock had already presented that years before (note that some TV shows only became more open to having gay characters around late 2014, early 2015-ish onwards because people are becoming more vocal about it as inspired by those bold enough to make a first move, e.g. Glee).
Here, we have an openly gay character (which is still another topic of debate but I stand by it when I say Irene used the term gay loosely), had openly gay actors play brilliant and unstereotypical roles, and for God’s sake, Mark Gatiss is a gay man who is behind this brilliant show, and that’s the very reason they passed it off as normal. They didn’t do it in a way that we always have to be reminded that the character is gay, that there has to be a sex scene just to prove that they’re gay… it’s just there – again, as one facet of the characters. Sex, as something that has been explicitly expressed in the show, isn’t the only thing that defines a character or their relationships with someone else, and I appreciated that. They had a story to tell – the story of these characters as a whole and not just one side of them.
And personally, I did see why they made their claims as indicated by my chosen title. When this season ended, Sherlock who claimed to have never been attuned to his emotions, had his eyes open and had embraced that he was also human, flawed, and is capable to love IN ALL FORMS.
He learned to value his life because of what happened to Mary, he had admitted that he also succumbs to his impulses with Irene Adler (texting or beyond that, depends on what you want to believe), he fully realised that he would never ever want to hurt and make Molly feel like she’s being used by him because she’s his friend, he was able to extend a more human side of himself to John more than he did before, he finally understood and accepted Mycroft’s intentions and actions which I think mended their relationship significantly (this one hits me to the core so much), and lastly, he discovered that if he was left in the air in isolation, he might have ended up like Eurus, which is why he never wanted to make her feel alone again.
To me, it is groundbreaking because it left that cliche of someone running off into the sunset in the end and it’s all butterflies and rainbows. They wrapped it up with the characters still broken, but living through it day by day because someone chose to love, accept, and help them heal despite their flaws.
It is what it is, they keep on saying, because that’s how life is. It can be unbearable and it can most certainly be shit, but in the end, whether you ship Johnlock, Adlock, Sherlolly, Sheriarty, Mollstrade, Mystrade, etc., if we all let love – self-love, romantic love, familial love, platonic love – all kinds of love in our lives, it will help us conquer all, within and beyond this show.
plot twist; the writers have been misleading us with the whole ‘can we trust lena’ shit all along, and it turns out mon-el is the real villain. supergirl and guardian save the day, with the help of the DEO, Maggie and Lena. Sanvers gets more screen time. supercorp becomes canon. the show has direction, and actually focuses on supergirl. all is right in the world.
Does anyone here know how to create really, really basic software?
I’m talking about being able to display several pages/images/play sounds by clicking/button navigation easy. Like, think PowerPoint simple except for in program form. I wanna be able to import my own images for backgrounds/buttons/layout and etc..
I know there’s several programs to help you build such a program but I’m not sure which one is best. How much coding do I need to know? Would this type of project be google-able?
(I’ve already googled this a lot, only to discover that programmers are SHIT at teaching (sorry, just my current experience, no offense). Literally every tutorial starts with “uh, I’ll show you how to make um a program to do anything you want. I won’t explain what type of program my goal is. I won’t even tell you what I want it to do. I’ll just start my video by telling you to download my program editor of choice and then launch into talking about various types of forms.”)
Title: Killer thighs Pairing:Jikook Word Count: 1,600+ Summary:Jeon Jeongguk was a cop, one of the bests. Then he met with Park Jimin, and a dangerous game began. Author’s Note: I saw Jimin’s tight and shiny leather pants in the Not Today MV & live broadcasts, and my Jiminandhisstrongthighsareperfect!!!4!!4!-feels came back with full force….. so this silly fic was born~ Watch out for swearing and some sexual tension, aaaand—
yeah, I think, that’s all. Enjoy! ^.^
I found you, Park Jimin,” Jeongguk’s voice is relieved and nervous at the
same time, and Jimin’s heart throbs at the familiarity.
It’s been a while, a few months since he has seen the man who has those dark,
round eyes with endless determination flaming in them what never fails to make
Jimin’s breath stutter. He turns around on his heels, and feels with a spark of
twisted satisfaction jolting down his spine that the man’s eyes are glued to
his bottom. Seriously, stealing these skin-tight, shiny leather pants was a
glorious idea, they hug his lower body perfectly, emphasizing his thick thighs
and round ass.
“Ah, Jeongguk-ssi, what a nice surprise to see you again! How are you
doing? I heard the news,” Jimin smiles sweetly at the man, voice carefree
and melodic, warm brown eyes sparkling with some emotion close to pity. He
takes a few steps towards Jeongguk, not even a bit hesitant, and Jeongguk
glares at him threateningly, however, he stays still. “I heard you had
lost your job. You’re no longer working as a cop.” The emotion in Jimin’s
gaze is different now, it’s clear amusement, they are standing toe-to-toe, and
Jeongguk wants to punch his pretty face hard.
“It’s your fault,” he spits instead, pouting his bottom lip out
stubbornly, and crosses his arms, veins bulging under his smooth skin. He
wasn’t able to catch Park Jimin, the infamous thief who prefers to rob the
elites of Seoul, and after one too many fails, after one too big mistake,
Jeongguk had got kicked out of the police station.
“Is it?” Jimin’s smile turns into a smirk and his long eyelashes
flutter while reaching one hand out and running ticklish fingers up the
ex-cop’s arm. The man shivers but doesn’t pull away. It’s always difficult when
he sees Jimin after a long time, because the beauty overwhelms him, again and
again and again, and suddenly it’s complicated to remember how to function
I’m not sorry at all, Jeonggukie. I always had thought that that job is too
stressful and strict, it was not good for your health. Now you can finally
relax and enjoy your freedom, am I right? Also, you shouldn’t frown this much,
you’ll have wrinkles,” Jimin giggles, his short thumb is drawing slow,
soft circles on the man’s cheek. It’s teasing, Jeongguk knows, and even though
the tiny hairs on his nape are standing and Jimin’s touch wakes fire and goosebumps
in its way, he doesn’t slap the caressing hand away. It would be equal to admit
defeat, and Jeongguk would rather die than to do that.
“I can’t relax and enjoy anything till I put you in jail,” he grunts
through gritted teeth, his jaw tightens, and his sentence makes Jimin’s eyes
“Hmmm~ Someone’s obsessed with me, it seems,” his lips stretch into
an even wider grin, and he wets them, licking the plump flesh lazily. Jeongguk
follows the motion of the pink little tip of tongue with darkening eyes.
“Y'know, we know each other for so long, and I still can’t decide if you
want to capture me or fuck me, though,” Jimin continues, watching the
ex-cop’s expression intently.
“Preferably both,” Jeongguk croaks, his mouth feels dry and throat
too narrow, and as soon as he realizes what just escaped his lips, he feels his
cheeks heating up. His palm is clammy with sweat and his stomach is churning
when Jimin starts laughing, voice loud and sugary.
“Woah! How greedy.” Once he calms down, Jimin bites in his bottom lip
with a smug smirk playing on it. “I’m truly sorry, Jeonggukie, but I have
no intentions to go in jail. Not today.”
“It’s not your choice, Jimin. If you don’t collaborate, then I’m going to
use force,” Jeongguk snorts, knitting his eyebrows together while pulling
out his revolver with his right hand.
“Oh no~ I’m shitting myself, baby,” Jimin chuckles, and Jeongguk’s
sweaty left hand balls into fist. “Also, I’m ‘hyung’ to you, call me with
“Respect?!” Jeongguk echoes disbelieving, the revolver pokes Jimin
right in the heart. “It’s a game to you; you think it’s all just a game,
isn’t?” He hisses, and Jimin takes a step back because of the intensity in
“Of course it is. It never was more, the only one who takes it way too
seriously is you,” Jimin replies, and grabs the weapon with both hands.
His hands are small and soft, barely wrapping around the revolver. “C'mon,
Jeonggukie, put this thing away. We both know that you can’t do it. You can’t
shoot me, because you have a big, big, big
weakness.” The cop’s eyes widen and Jimin lowers his voice till it’s barely
above a whisper, ”Me.”
He pries off Jeongguk’s frozen fingers of the metal, takes the gun away and
empties it, bullets falling on the ground with a loud clinking sound. Jimin
throws the revolver away with an elegant flick of his wrist, the glint in his
eyes tells Jeongguk that he is enjoying the situation. Jimin always enjoys
toying with him – because he knows that he can do it. Fury wakes in Jeongguk’s
belly at the thought and he fishes his butterfly-knife out of his pocket. Today
is the day when he’s going to march in the police station with a passed-out
Park Jimin in his arms, and he’s going to get his job back. Today is the day
when he’s going to wipe that cocky and confident smile off of Jimin’s face.
Today is the day when he’s going to finally win.
“Alright then,” Jimin sighs and grabs his butterfly-knife as well.
“I can see that you aren’t gonna let me leave this place without a little
exercise— so, let’s dance then!”
They know each other’s moves too well. It indeed looks like a well-practiced
dance, throwing punches, swirling around and stabbing the air with the knives –
but always missing the target. Maybe on purpose, maybe not. Their knives are
clashing, the echoes ring out as they try to kick and cut the other. Jimin is
smaller than him, lighter and thinner, but he is quick and surprisingly strong,
and when after ten minutes of fighting full with fruitless attempts at hurting
each other, he slams Jeongguk down the cold floor, the ex-cop’s breath runs out
of his lungs from the power. Jimin sits on Jeongguk’s chest, seemingly
comfortable in his position, his thighs which are covered with shiny and tight
leather are on each side of the man’s head, and grins down at the panting
“You know that I could choke you with my thighs right now, if I wanted to?
Or crush your handsome little skull?” He smiles so bright, his eyes turn
into tiny crescents, and he can feel under his butt that Jeongguk’s heart
speeds up in his chest at the sight.
“That would be an honor,” Jeongguk forces a smirk onto his lips.
Jimin’s grip is painful on his wrists, the knives are out of reach, the weight
of the older man is pining him to the ground and the muscly thighs are holding
his head in a vice. “I’ve always wanted to die between your legs, Jimin
hyung.” The honorific sounds like mocking, and Jimin laughs
“You could do so many better things between my legs, baby.”
“Please share your ideas with me,” Jeongguk smiles back a bit
flustered, Jimin’s laughter never fails to entertain him. He wants to keep the
thief distracted until he can make a plan and find a way to either grab one of
the knives or take the handcuffs out of his pocket, to finally put an end to
this 'game’ with Jimin.
Jimin shifts his position and leans closer. His body is warm and heavy against
Jeongguk’s, his plush lips are only millimeters away from Jeongguk’s chapped
ones, and the younger man can feel the blood rushing to his cheeks even faster
as the other’s minty, hot breath is fanning over his flushed skin.
“Instead sharing, what about showing you those ideas, hmm?” Jimin’s
voice is dripping honey and Jeongguk can’t breathe. “I picked a really
cute little handcuff from your pocket a few minutes ago, while you were too
immersed in our 'dance battle'… So why don’t we put it into good use? I’m not
going to jail today, but at least the other one of your wishes could come true,
Jeonggukie,” Jimin winks, shamelessly licking his lips again, the handcuff
is swirling around one short, chubby finger of his.
Jeongguk swallows so hard, it kind of hurts. His whole body kind of hurts. He
looks into Jimin’s eyes and his heated gaze tells the other what he thinks
about the offer.
Jimin closes his eyes and lets out a trembling exhale. Jeongguk is 99,99% sure
that he really is going to die between these gorgeous legs someday. But until
then, with a sudden flex of muscles he shoves Jimin away harshly, giving in all
his gathered strength, and reaches for the handcuffs fast and desperate. They
are struggling on the floor, pushing and striking every part of the other’s
body while trying to acquire the handcuffs. Jimin uses his flexibility to bend
his body into impossible positions as the combat continues (which might or
might not makes Jeongguk salivate, but only just a little bit), and Jeongguk uses his physical superiority to overcome
the thief. Jimin’s breathing is heavy, silky pink hair is a mess, there is a
thin layer of sweat gleaming on his flawless tan skin, and his cheeks are rosy
red when the ex-cop finally pins him to the ground. Jeongguk feels the tingles
of sick pride running down his spine at the thought that he caused Jimin to
look like this.
The handcuffs close around a wrist with a metallic sound, and the bare walls
around the two men are echoing it, Jimin’s breathless giggles mix in.
“So, now what?”
'Well…’ Jeongguk thinks while slowly but steadily getting lost in deep, warm
brown eyes glistening with excitement, '…fuck.’