The brightly colored shapes danced across her ceiling and walls in waves. The low insistent hum of what papa Magnus had called a pump was lulling her back to sleep. Madzie smiled and pulled the warm covers closer to her chin.
It had been a fun and exciting day. Papa had shown her his magic, he’d conjured a beautiful tank of water set into the far wall of her room. He’d filled it will so many colorful things, rocks, sand and something he’d told her was coral. Finally papa conjured a mass of brightly colored fish, taking the time to name them for her, pointing out their gills, explaining how it helped them breathe underwater.
When papa had winked, Madzie giggled. He told her she was just as pretty and special as the colorful fish in her new tank. Her gills were perfect, and meant to be. They watched her fish swim and play in the coral, until Madzie yawned.
She crawled into papa’s lap and he opened her new book about tropical fish. The soft tone of his voice and vibrations of his chest as he read to her made her feel warm and happy. Loved. Her eyes felt heavy and closed against her will she wanted to watch the fish some more, see papa smile some more, but her little body was far too tired.
Papa’s strong arms lifted her and soon Madzie felt snug and warm in her soft bed. It wasn’t until a few hours later she woke for a moment to see the dancing shapes. And now she was smiling again thinking about her fun day with papa.
Daddy, Alec wouldn’t be home for another day, but when he did return, he’d promised to take her to the pool for her swimming lessons. Learning to swim was something that made her very happy, and her fathers knew this. Excitement welled up inside her, Madzie felt like her smile couldn’t get any larger but somehow it did.
Turning onto her side to get comfortable, Madzie let her memories of her amazing day with papa and thoughts of swimming with daddy fill her mind and soon she was fast asleep once more.
I just read some sherlocked posts about Molly and apparently there’s going to be a beautiful scene in the last ep of season 4 between her and Sherlock and I just imagined Molly that is about to sacrifice herself for some reason and she tells Sherlock something like “it’s okay, Sherlock. you need me, remember?” and then she dies and afterwards Sherlock goes all “I still need you” and it’s all heartbreaking and sad and dramatic and I don’t want Molly to die like no please I will seriously have problems watching this show without her because she’s one of the most amazing characters on tv
WHICH LEAVES: Gay Thoughts: When did you really start to realize your sexual orientation?
WELL. I’m really glad you asked because I’m STILL struggling with this bullshit LET ME TELL YOU.
This is going to be long and PROBABLY way too much information. More information than anyone ever probably wanted to know about my history but. I’m working on this and it feels good to get thoughts and feels out here, on my fandom blog, where maybe only two people know my in real life and everyone else just knows I draw precious hockey boys.
So when I was in high school and a wee baby-bat mall goth, I realized I wanted to kiss my best friend so I was like “yo wanna go out with me” and she was like “sure” and we kissed and went out on and off again for like 4 years and I was terrible and for about ¾ of that time I was like “Boys are dumb I’m definitely a lesbian” and for the other ¼ I was like “wait I’m dumb. what if I’m a boy, I’m the one that’s dumb and I like both?” Which took me into college where I met one of my current partners and then I was like oh you’re a trans dude, I’m a trans dude, I must be more dude-leaning pansexual????, and oh you already got a bf okay I’m poly too i guess. So I managed with that for a couple years without thinking too much about it, slight breakup and get back together, then graduated college and trans-dude-partner was like “this ain’t me” transitioned back to she/her pronouns and I was like whelp okay does this change anything not really ok. Poly group added a fourth, I struggled, was like “maybe i’m monogamous and that’s why I’m having these feels, this is hard”. Got over that time in my life, chilled out a bit, all the while (like for the whole time, like almost ten years) with a recurring sexual/gender identity crisis like yo I like dudes but what kinda dude who likes dudes is ever gonna like me, a dude with a downstairs mixup and like 5 silicone (or w/e) penises but no flesh and blood dong? And recently it’s like how do I even do this I wanna put myself out there because I’m embracing the more open aspect of my poly fam but yikes I’ve never actually dated-dated anyone I always just kind of fell into relationships with friends (or in the case of current formerly trans partner, fell onto a futon a 2 weeks after having been in classes together) and how will I meet new people and know that we’re mutually interested in eachother? So after sitting with that for like 2 months and entertaining the thought of trying to date- [edit: REDACTED]
ANYWAY THAT IS WHY I GENERALLY JUST CALL MYSELF QUEER. Like I’m just so done trying to figure myself out, man.
Apologies for the lack of grammar, punctuation and capitalization. I had to hide my embarrassing words in a wall of text somehow.
So okay the hallucinatory gunlicking tip of the tongue roomshaker moment in tab represents Sherlock’s coming in his pants on the plane while maybe everyone watches struggle with worrying that sex would mean the end of him and who he is, and maybe also represents him getting over his fear a little bit. I just want to make sure I understand the slippery Freudian implications in this scene.
They don’t *quite* touch tips barrels. No no that would be too much.
Moriarty licks his own gun and Sherlock watches as the whole room shakes and the tiniest schvitz of crotch level bodily fluid blood spurts out.
Look, this is some kind of amazing autoeroticism like Moriarty = the repressed parts of Sherlock’s psyche so Sherlock’s yeah, doing it to himself while he watches his id, uh, do it to himself. So he can watch his id (magically, surprise!) recover and still be able to go on even though he’s just blown himself his own brains out.
I love that Moriarty talks about trying to cover the hole with backcombing like, this is Sherlock’s vanity about his hair but also his fear that everyone will be able to tell if he gets down like he wants to. Yeah he might survive but he’d never live it down.
Also basically, Sherlock can or at least once had the ability to suck his own dick.
i loved the ot7 scenes in the I Need U MVs and the idea of surrounding yourself with people that make you happy so i made a BTS mock MV to cher lloyd’s Oath a song all about friendship and it made me have lots of ot7 feels it’s a happier version of the mv ig lol
((i also used windows movie maker so it’s choppy sorry lol i’m not a professional okAY i also reused a few scenes cause i was running out oops ignore that too lol))