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The Final Problem is bad and boring and here is why

I had to rewatch TFP yesterday (IN GERMAN!) with a bunch of friends. I hadn’t watched it after it aired in January, and it had developed into some kind of uber-evil episode for me. Because it ruined the whole show for me. Because it didn’t make any sense. I remembered it as tense and brutal. But, you know what - it isn’t. It’s just really, really boring and very badly done.


Do yourself a favour and watch the Why Sherlock is Garbage video. Watch the whole of it, especially the first hour. Because there he explains why Mofftiss are really bad writers for television. One point in their favour I see over and over again is that Mofftiss couldn’t suddenly have forgotten how to write good telly, therefore Sherlock, especially S4, and especially TFP, must have a deeper meaning, are fake, a social experiment, whatever. Just: NO! This argument crashes - because they are really bad writers. They are very good at coming over as clever for a while - but in the end it’s revealed that there is nothing behind all the suspense they are building, that all their arcs lead nowhere, that nothing means anything or has any consequences. The guy explains this by analysing DW and Jekyll - and you find all of this in Sherlock as well. Like, they constantly up the ante - but with no plan or goal in mind, just for the sake of it. Or that the most important moments of the stories happen off screen. Or that they don’t follow the basic rule of show, don’t tell. Or that they never explore their characters’ motivations. We never learn why people do anything on this show. I will talk about this later. Those are basic writing skills! And they just throw them overboard. Which is not a very good idea.

Me, spewing an angry rant, below the cut. 

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Hey, Jealousy (John Wick x Reader)

For the anon who asked:

A fic about john wick getting jealous and ends up slightly being some smut. 😏👌🏼👌🏼

Authors Note: Sorry anon, it’s not full smut but i think it’s good enough :D that’s for this prompt. i had such fun writing it! hope you enjoy!

Rating: M

Song: I Don’t Wanna Live Forever - Taylor Swift feat, Zyan

John Wick x Reader (smut)

Hey Jealously

Originally posted by whiteguykarate

I was furious, fuming, positively leaking smoke from my ears. How dare he, how dare he, take a job like that and put a hit on both of us. To make sure no one came after me he abandoned me in the Continental where Winston was currently babysitting me. Babysitting me!

I was more than capable taking care of myself, being just as capable as John in the field but according to him “, I need to take precautions.” My fucking foot! Then he proceeded to deposit me unconscious in one of the Continental hotel rooms. I had tried to leave but Winston and his band of merry men prevented me from doing so, saying he was keeping me safe as a favour to John.

Now here I was beyond irate, holding his note in my hand with his scratchy handwriting saying he’ll be back later tonight after he takes care of things. I crushed it in my fist and tossed it into the fireplace. I could be there backing him up!

I looked to the clock, two o’clock in the morning. I spied the unopened luggage I packed earlier the day sitting across from me when John tricked me into thinking we were spending some alone time. That was until I found out his plans. I stalked to the case and opened it, looking for the perfect dress to wear to the Continental’s private bar lounge. Since he was going to have fun without me, I’ll just have fun without him. I smirked to myself as I pulled out the perfect dress and proceeded to get ready.

All eyes turned to me as I entered the lounge. I grinned to myself. Oh, John how you were missing out. I spied an empty two seater table and sat. A song I didn’t know was playing. The waiter arrived not too long after to take my order “, gin.”

My drink arrived with a tall dark gentleman.

“May I help you?” I asked.

“Your drink,” he offered with a southern accent and placed my glass on the table along with his “, may I?”

I gestured to the empty chair and crossed my legs. I flicked my hair over my shoulder and leaned towards the table. The man’s eyes flicked from my face to my cleavage.

“Like what you see?” I questioned, while stirring my drink.

He smiled like a viper “, never seen anything like it.”

I chuckled low and seductive. Oh, yes, this was going to be fun. I took a sip from my drink, feeling the burning sensation slide down my throat and into my stomach.

Someone cleared their throat by our table. I looked up into a pair of lined, glass blue eyes. I felt the temper I had just calmed flare back to life.

“Winston,” I gritted, through clenched teeth.

“Y/n… Reese,” greeted Winston.

My companion raised his glass to the hotel owner in response and took a swing of the drink.

Winston turned his attention to me “, is this wise?”

I could feel my body beginning to heat back up, I ignored Winston and turned my attention to the new song. Intense and rich the music began followed by the male vocalist.

Been sittin’ eyes wide open behind these four walls, hopin’ you’ll call
It’s just a cruel existence like it’s no point hopin’ at all

I looked back to him, a sweet smile plastered on my face “, I’ve no idea what you’re talking about?”

Baby, baby, I feel crazy
Up all night, all night and every day
Give me somethin’, oh, but you say nothin’
What is happenin’ to me?

He gave me a tight-lipped smile “, I just wanted to let you know he’s back and looking for you.”

I glanced at my companion whose eyes were scanning the room and politely not listening to our conversation. I doubted he’d be the kind to have me under house arrest.

“Thank you,” I said dismissively and turned my attention back to my male companion.

Winston moved off. I shimmied my chair closer to Reese, his hazel eyes looked surprised.

I smiled dazzlingly at him “, I wasn’t hearing you properly before.”

I don’t wanna live forever
‘Cause I know I’ll be livin’ in vain

John was in for a rude awakening when he saw me with this stranger. I chuckled to myself. There was only a foot between our chairs. I dropped my hand from the table onto his knee and leaned into him. His cologne scratched my nose and I had to try very hard not to recoil.  

Reese was handsome with gold flecked hazel eyes, chestnut hair to match and a square jaw line coated with the slightest five o’clock shadow. I spotted a fresh blackening bruise being hidden by the collar of his crisp white shirt. I took my free hand and brushed it open and slid a finger caressingly over the bruise.

“Rough night?”

And I don’t wanna fit wherever
I just wanna keep callin’ your name

He chuckled, a lovely bass tone “, aren’t you a seductress,” and leaned towards me.

“Is there another reason you’re sitting at my table then?”

Until you come back home
I just wanna keep callin’ your name


Suddenly my heart fell. John flashed through my mind, that was how we first met. He’d seen me, just I was now, sitting at a table by myself and he’d ask me to dance.

Until you come back home
I just wanna keep callin’ your name

“Um –,” I choked.

Until you come back home

I was cut off by a deep husky voice, threatening death and destruction “, there you are, thank you for keeping her company.”

Reese looked taken aback and sank back a fraction in his seat. I could feel the menace and fury pouring out of the person behind me.

“Your welcome,” Reese replied and took a gulp from his drink.

John’s hand wrapped around my arm, a silent command to leave. Suddenly my eyes stung.

I smiled at Reese, while standing “, thank you for your company.”

He nodded without looking in my direction. I let John lead me from the room, everything was a blur. I entered the hotel’s elevator with John behind me. I couldn’t face him so I kept my back turned to him.

“I took care of things,” he announced.

I nodded and silence followed.

“Don’t you have anything to say to me?” I croaked.

He didn’t respond. Slowly I turned to look at him, letting my emotions spill down my face in black rivulets. He was so blurry, all I could make out was his form.

“I’m not the one who was about to crawl into some stranger’s lap,” he hissed.

“Jealous?!” I bellowed at him “, that’s exactly what would’ve happened if you died you jackass!”

I gasped as I was slammed into the wall, I inhaled deeply, my throat tight.

“Yes!” he roared “, is that what you wanted to hear? That I was jealous that the woman I love and wanted to protect was looking like she was about to run off with some strange man.”

I opened my mouth to counter but he continued.

“And I walked in to see you wearing this dress and him and every other man in the room eye fucking you!”

The tears continued to run, dripping off my chin and onto my exposed cleavage.

“I was so worried about you,” I sobbed “, I needed you to feel the same pain I felt when you left me. I love you so, so much John.”

My heart clenched in my chest. I would give my life for him and him for me but, locking me up in this place had hurt me. I felt like he didn’t trust me or think I was capable enough.

His thumb brushed away my spilt tears “, I am sorry for leaving you but I don’t regret it.”

He kissed my forehead tenderly, then each eye. I looked up at him he was still a little blurry but getting clearer, I cupped his cheek and traced his worried and pained face with my other hand.

“I’m sorry too,” I murmured.

He kissed my nose and I giggled. He smiled, a little light pouring back into his face chasing away the pain. Gently he brought his lips to mine in a tender kiss. His arms wrapped around my waist, lifting me a few inches from the floor. I draped my arms over his neck, one of my hands fisting into his midnight hair.

The kiss deepened, his tongue in my mouth tracing my lower lip, probing and thrusting. He broke from my mouth and traced my jaw line. His lips sucked a path down my neck leaving a line of possessive bruises in its wake. I threw my head back and it banged into the gold elevator wall.

“Ouch,” I moaned.

I banded my legs around his waist and ground on his growing erection. He groaned into my ear at the friction and pushed me into the wall, hiking my dress up and grinding into my core eliciting a hiss of pleasure from me.

My hands freely roamed his back, running over his arms, chest and grasping his ass. Tight and firm. Delicious. My hands went back to his hair, the strands sliding silkily through my fingers. Roughly he grasped the strap of my dress to push it from my shoulder. I felt it snap but I didn’t care. John freed my right breast and sucked a nipple into his mouth. I moaned at the wet velvety contact of his tongue and rolled my hips against his hardened cock. He paused and shuddered against my body.

“Like that big boy?” I whispered into his ear as I sucked my own mark of ownership into his pale neck.

I rutted my hips against him and pulled at his shirt but gave up and attacked his belt, needing him in me.

The elevator bell dinged, I hopped off John and did my best to straighten my clothes. The doors opened to reveal Winston.

Winston entered the elevator with a cocked eyebrow and a knowing smile “, John… y/n, I hope I’m not interrupting something”

“No, not at all,” we replied in unison.

Winston smiled and turned his back to us.

I caught sight of our reflection in the mirrored wall. I did my best to stifle a laugh. John’s hair was sticking out at all angles, ruby lipstick streaked across his lips and rained down his chest along with purple bruises. His tie was about to fall off his neck, his shirt also bore my lips mark, three of the first buttons were on the floor and his shirt tails were hanging out his pants. John’s belt was undone and his large tattooed hands were clasped over the tent in his pants.

I was worse, looking like a truck had run over me – twice. My hair was netted and frizzy. I had raccoon eyes, black tracks ran down my face, my lipstick was smudged half across my face and down my neck. So much for the label saying it was none transferable. The left strap for the low cut, black, spaghetti strapped body con dress was broken. Red and blue marks decorated my neck like an elaborate necklace.

John caught my eyes in the mirror and smiled. I ducked my head feeling a bit of heat creep into my cheeks. His hand found mines and squeezed.

The elevator dinged, opened and Winston stepped out.

He turned, a smirk on his lined features “, it makes no sense wishing you a good night but, I must ask that you please keep the noise level at minimum for the other guests.”

“Of course, Winston, good night,” replied John, still holding my hand.

“I’m not the one who’s going to have a good night,” Winston said with a wink.

The elevator bell sounded and the doors closed. I looked up at John who was already looking at me, lust coating his features.

Oh yes, this was going to be a very good night.


My thoughts as promised. It’s long. Read it in bed. 😂 I’m just gonna say this up front. I briefly fell for the okie doke. I too was wondering why John, in bed with a beautifully naked Madi, would be speaking of Billy Bones and Flint? And then I heard Madi say? “And it upsets you. Because you believe he is your friend.” John: “Yes, it upsets me.” *V8 forehead smack* Symbolism much?!

*Important: This is not the first time Madi and John have made love! There is no awkward fumbling or nervous giggling. When John kisses Madi, he is locked on. He knows how to handle Madi’s full, petal-soft lips.*

John is being truly naked with Madi. Here John is voicing and expressing a lack of control over situations; Billy telling tale-tales about him and making him an unwilling legend, in his own time. And Flint. John is worried about Flint’s EGO. Something he’s had to contend with “alone” for some time. Now, he has a confidant in Madi. Someone to help, if for the moment, lighten his imagined burden. I say imagined, because soon Madi will free John of this albatross. 🙂 Bear with me. I promise the good part is coming (no pun intended.)

We all know John is a wordsmith. He has the ability to speak his way out of most situations. By telling the listener what they “want” to hear. It’s a gift, to be able to read a person so quickly. In this, John is unmatched. Welp, until he met Madi.

Princess Madi has a gift of “communication”. She doesn’t tell the listener what they want to hear. No, she repeats their words, but without judgement. I read once of someone’s frustration with Madi for throwing John’s words in his face. “Did you not once, tell me of your worry? About the fate of those whom Captain Flint called friends before you?“Madi repeats this, not to throw John’s own words in his face, but to remind him of the intense emotions he was feeling when he said it. Maybe John feels this way too, because he attempts to qualify his original statement. “A lot has changed since then. This would make more sense, if I didn’t need him [Flint] as much as he needs me.” Again, Madi gives him his own words…“ A lot has changed.” But this time, Madi adds subtle nuances and inflections to get John’s attention. John being so in tune with Madi and the power of words, he finally catches the difference. John is no longer listening to the thoughts in his head. Madi has his undivided attention.

*Taking a moment to scream, whoop and holla! Madi is John’s equal when it comes to the use of language. Different styles but no less effective. They are so equally yoked!*

John is “upset” because he’s been trying to find a way for them (he and Flint) to be successful in this endeavor. But Billy is making things difficult. John likes Billy and thus, is trying to figure out how to handle him. John also “believes” Flint is now his friend and even contends that together, they are an unbeatable combination. BUT, despite “believing”, John is upset. Because his gut/instincts is telling him something else.

When John asks Madi if she thinks he’s unqualified to have an opinion about Flint? Madi, ever the diplomat doesn’t tell John…Son you so close, you can’t see the forest for the trees! Because to do so might cause John to stop listening/thinking outside of the SilverFlint tandem. What she does convey, like any good leader, is her belief in him!! “I don’t believe you need him [Flint] to be the man you are. *John’s nostrils flare, slightly* I think you would be a very good king.” *Blink* “If I were a no good pirate, I’d follow wherever you led.” Madi in 3 simple sentences has freed John, mentally and spiritually from the weight that Flint has become. Madi removed Flint from the equation. She gave John his individuality by making him King. She reminded him he is whole and formidable, in his own right. AND now the good part… she declared her love for him!

I said it before and I’ll say it again. John is shook!! Madi just served him up everything he ever wanted in minutes. This is why John is speechless. Let the lovemaking begin! And for a brief moment, the sun was shining, ichabbie was Canon and I didn’t have bronchitis. 😷😋

Bonus: He went into the water and came out Long John Silver! *bound amid the wreckage*

“I am no one, from nowhere, belonging to nothing. I’m a wretch like you. And yet, mountains of gold have changed hands because I choose it. Thousands of men in Nassau are living in fear of my return because I decreed it. Hundreds of dead redcoats in a forest not far from here because I made it so. I’m the reason grown men lie awake at night. I’m a new beginning for Nassau. And you’d trade all that for what, 500 pieces?”

John drank every 💧 of Madi’s Kool-Aid. He believes in himself. He’s embracing his persona and running with it. Madi is his match, lover and soul mate. Period. 😜 They so CANON, it’s ridiculous. ~PitchingWoo™

Come To Hell For The Company (Chapter 2)

It’s been a couple of weeks since I found out the truth about the Continental. I visit the bar every now and then, and keep an even closer eye on the people around me. They sometimes talk about John Wick and the bounty on him. Most of them don’t know where he is, and the ones that think that they do never return back to the hotel. Whenever I talk to Winston on the matter, he always tells me that no one will be able to kill John Wick. He seems so sure of himself that I can’t help but think that he’s helping him somehow.


Tonight I decide to go out to eat, so I take a cab to a place just outside of New York. The city can be nice a lot of the time, but I sometimes crave a less stimulating area so I can relax more easily.

There’s a light cool breeze out, and enough clouds to block out the moonlight. I’m about to arrive at my destination when I see a man enter an alleyway with a handgun. Curiosity begins to overwhelm reason as I fight my self-preservation instincts and walk towards the alley. I try to hide myself behind the corner of the building adjacent to it. When I look around the corner, there’s now two men in the middle of a fight, grappling each other. It’s just a matter of seconds before one of the men throws the other on the ground, pulls out their gun, and shoots them in the head.

I cover my mouth and try to not make any noise. I turn my head for a second to see if anyone else is around, when I’m swiftly pulled into the alley and pinned up against a wall. The man is wearing a dark turtle neck and blazer, and has his hair slicked back. When I look at his eyes I suddenly realize who is in front of me.

“John Wick?” I say it so lightly, I wonder if he can even hear it.

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- Have you lost a lot of people, John? But you don’t talk about any of them, do you? Why do you think that is?- It’s an occupational hazard. With the work I’ve done privacy becomes a habit. - Maybe it’s time for some new habits…

Person of Interest 4x14 - John and Iris - This time the therapy part.

There’s 2 aspects to John and Iris relationship. The therapy and the attraction, leading to them dating. And both are equally important in John’s journey.

The therapy is obviously important because it helps John heal and deal better with loss. In this episode, John is freed from his mandatory sessions. But after Shaw’s loss, he decides to go back willingly. Admitedly, he did wreck havoc with Root at the Stock exchange, but that’s still a great progress compared to what he did after Jessica and Carter’s losses.

It’s hard. It obviously asks a lot of him to open up, against his own “old habits”, the walls he’s built around himself. He’s way out of his comfort zone and spends half of his sessions not talking. And yet, he wants to heal, he wants to learn how to deal with losses in a more healthy way. It definitely demands a lot of courage for him to face his demons. But we all know that John doesn’t lack courage.

And Iris knows exactly how to accompany him in his quest. She doesn’t buy his bullshit at the beginning (he’s always liked smart and intuitive women). She pushes him but gently, and she’s not a threat. It’s not about outsmarting him or using him, it’s about helping him. It’s about him. John, as the helplessly selfless hero he is, always cares more about others than himself. But here, finally, he’s found a safe place, where it can be a little about him, and where he can unload his burden.

Submission: The Haunting of Washington Daycare

(okay so I wrote a fic based on this AU and also based on that one time irl Hamilton faked seeing a ghost and everything spiraled out of control)

“Hey, I’ve seen a ghost once!”

The other toddlers in the playroom turned to Alexander. It was Arts and Crafts Day at Washington Daycare, and Mr. Washington had given them some Halloween-themed craft items, one of which was making a ghost with construction paper. Thomas then started openly talking about his belief in and fascination with spirits supernatural, when Alexander then blurted it out. He had intended for it to only be heard by Thomas, but it should come as no surprise that toddlers have no concept of how to control their volume.

“You saw a real ghost? That is amazing!” squawked Lafayette.

“Where’d ya see it?” Thomas asked from his seat at the chunky plastic play table next to theirs, skeptical.

“Umm… I saw it… here… in the supply room…”

“The supply room?” Hercules cocked his head to the side, “I’ve never seen anybody go in the supply room ‘cept Mr. Washington.”

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anonymous asked:

did laurens ever own slaves

Technically, no.  But I would like to clarify a few things.

John Laurens absolutely benefited from the practice of slavery.  His father owned around 300 slaves, and the Laurens family gained much of its wealth from Henry’s involvement in the slave trade and his use of slave labor.  Henry also sent a couple slaves to John to serve as John’s valets during the war (one of the slaves was Shrewsberry; I have not found the name of the other), so John did use slaves.

But if we’re discussing legal ownership - John did not own any slaves.  Any slaves with him during the war were owned by Henry Laurens.  John never had any legal power to free these slaves, and he never purchased any slaves himself.  There’s even an anecdote about a slave named Frederic, who escaped one of Henry’s plantations and claimed to have been freed by John during the war.  Henry made it clear that John would have had no authority to do that and demanded that Frederic be returned to him.  (This occurred after John’s death, so we don’t know his perspective.)


Requested by: @yuuki-chan186 ::
Can I have a request where Sherlock’s girlfriend is a super dangerous assassin, but he doesn’t know. In a case, where Sherlock’s and John’s lives are at risk, she saves them.

A/N: It isn’t exactly how you’d like it to be (read: it sucks) but hope you enjoy nevertheless. And REALLY sorry for the delay :|


You had always known you’d have to tell Sherlock. Sooner or later, one day.

That day apparently, was today.

Sherlock was clever but he was in love with you. This somehow clouded his senses whenever he was around or with you which was why the great detective hadn’t figured out that you were an assasin.

A retired one, but still an assasin.

He had his suspicions, you were quite sure he did (he wasn’t the smartest person for nothing) but he never talked to you about it.

You’d been thinking about telling him about this since a week now.

Sipping the coffee you decided, then and there, that you were going to tell him. John and Sherlock had been working on a case and you’d left them a few hours ago, telling Sherlock that you wanted some fresh air.

You headed to 221b, and opened the door.

It was unusually quite.
“Mrs. Hudson?” you called.

No answer. You checked her apartment. It was empty.
Your heart started to race as you headed upstairs. You then swung open the door to Sherlock’s flat. You were cautious of course.

It was empty. Papers and files were strewn across the floor.

Your mind began to tick like a clock. There had been a break in, obviously. Two of the windows were broken.

Mrs. Hudson was gone too so it could be a kidnapping. But who would do this?

You decided to check all the rooms. You went to yours first and bought out the gun you always had for safety. You checked the rest of the rooms with the gun pointed out in front of you.

All the rooms were empty. The rooms had been checked too, only superficially so, which probably meant the person(s) were in a hurry or didn’t know what they were looking for.

You sat down on the sofa, your mind a whirlwind of thoughts.

You decided to hunt around. You were worried, but then you decided to be more rational.

There seemed been no sign of any struggle which confused you more.
You checked Sherlock’s case files but found nothing.

What to do, now?

You checked everything, from the mat to the skull, everything. Nothing.

You decided to use the last resort- Greg Lestrade.


It was deadly silent in the old mansion.
Yeah, the kidnappers had chosen an old mansion to hide the trio. How original.

You tiptoed into the main hall, your gun at the ready. You searched several rooms, but there was no sign of the kidnappers nor Sherlock or John or Mrs. Hudson.

The mansion was huge, Lestrade had promised that help would arrive shortly but for now, you were on your own.

Suddenly, you heard muffled noises. They seemed to be coming from behind the wall to your left. A secret room perhaps?

You pressed on the wall, in the middle, to the left, everywhere.

And- bingo! There came a crunching noise and the wall slid open. You rolled your eyes at the use of such a clichéd place.

In the middle of the secret room were Sherlock, John and Mrs. Hudson. They were tied to separate pillars, John and Mrs. Hudson’s mouths were gagged.

Sherlock looked at you with wide eyes. “How..?” He began to say but noticed your stance and the gun in your hand.

“You’re police?” he asked.
“No, stupid. An assasin.” you said cutting the rope that tied his hands.

Sherlock only stared at you, a frown on his face, as you freed John and Mrs. Hudson.

“His girlfriend’s a bloody assasin and the great SHERLOCK HOLMES doesn’t know,” John mocked.

You chuckled a little. “We gotta leave, yeah? Lestrade will be here soon.”

“How in the hell did you not know?” John asked a bewildered Sherlock.

Sherlock ignored him. “How did you find us?” he asked.

“Asked Lestrade to track you using GPS. Your kidnappers are stupid,” you said casually.

“Yeah, they’re Mitchell’s goons,” John said to you. You looked at him questioningly.

“Oh. Mitchell was the murderer for one of our old cases. Didn’t like it when he was arrested, I guess.”

You nodded, not understanding fully but now was not the time. “Those ‘goons’ might come back, we have to go,” you said urgently.

You looked into the hall to see if the coast was clear.

“We’re clear,” you declared and tiptoed into the hall.

“Stop right there,” you heard a gun click behind you. You whirled around to see a buff man pointing the weapon at you.
“Don’t move or I’ll shoot,” he said to you.

Sherlock stepped in front of you, his eyes taking the man in.

“Newly trained, wife’s cheating on you. You have a heart disease so you might die soon,” Sherlock said casually.

The man looked shocked and that’s when the sirens blared.

“GET DOWN! YOU ARE SURROUNDED!” Greg Lestrade’s unmistakable voice echoed through the hall and the man made the mistake of looking at the window.

You pushed Sherlock aside and kicked the man in the face, knocking him backwards. Two more men came flying down the stairs, and froze when they saw you.

“Lestrade’s here! You guys go, I’ll be right behind!” You said to the trio as you flung yourself at one man, whilst punching the other man in the gut with intense ferocity.

“(Y/N) we can’t leave you here-” John shouted.

“Go!” You roared. The three ran outside.

One man rose again but you punched his face, causing his nose to bleed. He looked at you with contmept and aimed a punch at you. He missed terribly as you kneed him in the stomach and he doubled over.

Just then, seven officers trooped into the hall, guns pointed at the three men. You’d, however, taken care of the situation. The men were lying sprawled on the floor.

“Take them,” you said to the officers.


You ran back outside to Sherlock, John and Mrs. Hudson. They were wrapped in a shock blanket although Sherlock looked like he didn’t need one.

As you approached them, Sherlock looked at you, his eyes betraying his emotions for once. He looked confused- betrayed even.

You sighed, he was probably angry that you hid your identity from him.

“Are you okay?” you asked him. He nodded and looked away.

You sighed. You wished you’d told him earlier.


“How could I have been so blind?,” Sherlock questioned.

“Babe, I’m sorry. I wanted to tell you earlier but-”

“Why didn’t you then?!” he thundered.

You put a hand on his shoulder.
“I was… scared. I didn’t want to lose you..besides I’m not an assasin anymore. I just wanted to forget about who I was before and start a new life with you, here.”

“You should’ve just told me,” Sherlock said gravely.

“I’m sorry,” you said simply. You looked at him with pleading eyes.

“If you trusted me, you would’ve told me,” Sherlock said after several minutes.

You gasped. “Sherlock, I-”

“Tell me, do you even love me?” Sherlock asked, cutting you off. He looked right into your eyes, his expression cold.
“Or did you just need me to provide that thrill you still miss, even though you say you don’t want any of it.”

Tears started to brim at the corner of your eyes.

“Sherlock, I’m here solely because I love you. I don’t want to be with anyone but you, because of the man you are inside,” you whispered slowly, trying to bite back the tears.

“I trust you completely. I never meant any harm or to hurt you by hiding the truth. I swear, I just didn’t want to lose you. I’ve do-done things as an assasin that I’m ashamed of. The nightmares still haunt me but your love overshadows them. I want to leave all that behind and maybe, just maybe.. I didn’t tell you because I was afraid you’d reject me. I’ll understand if you do, though.”

Sherlock’s expression softened a bit as tears streamed down your cheeks.

You hugged him and sobbed in his chest. You wished he’d forgive you.

“I am really sorry,” you said softly.

“It’s a lot to take in. Are you sure you’ve put that life behind you? I do know you love me but-”

“Please, then forgive me. I have moved on. I really love you. I won’t hide anything. Promise,” you said looking up at him.

Sherlock sighed.
“As long as you’ll be the person I fell in love with.. I forgive you.”
He put his arms around you and hugged you before kissing the top of your head. You nodded at him, smiling a little.

“I am sure you made a good assasin, though. Those men today, they didn’t stand a chance,” Sherlock spoke into your hair.

You chuckled. “I am not proud of the fact that I was an assasin but yeah. I was the best in my time.”


The Living Constitution Debate And Slavery.

The Modern Liberal Progressive  insists that the U.S. Constitution must not be viewed  by judges as a document with a fixed meaning but that it must  be read in a way that allows it to evolve with the times in order to  "remain relevant".  They are also of the belief that history itself backs up this claim, and that Exhibit A, B and C in the case for this evolution is the American institution of slavery.

For, as the rest of the story goes, the founding fathers must have seen the institution of slavery as  wholly constitutional otherwise they would not have permitted its practice. America innocently embraced the practice  until that moment in history at which it evolved enough to recognize it as an actual moral  evil. This line of reasoning of course assumes that human beings as a race are never guilty of something called moral inconsistency (or “duplicity” to use a less generous term).  The argument in question is easily refuted with one very simple historical fact : there is not a single prominent  U.S. founding father who is not on record as condemning the institution of slavery, including those owning slaves  themselves. 

a selection of quotes from the most prominent members of the founding generation. 

James Madison (principle author of the Constitution) 

 “American citizens are instrumental in carrying on a traffic in enslaved Africans, equally in violation of the laws of humanity and in defiance of those of their own country.” -State of The Union

But the mere circumstance of complexion cannot deprive them of the character of men.”    -Speech to the Virginia Convention  

We have seen the mere distinction of color made in the most enlightened period of time, a ground of the most oppressive dominion ever exercised by man over man.” - speech at the Constitutional Convention, June 6, 1787

Thomas Jefferson (author of the Declaration of Independence) 

The love of justice and the love of country plead equally the cause of these people, and it is a moral reproach to us that they should have pleaded it so long in vain. -Letter To Edward Coles

There must doubtless be an unhappy influence on the manners of our people produced by the existence of slavery among us. The whole commerce between master and slave is a perpetual exercise of the most boisterous passions, the most unremitting despotism on the one part, and degrading submissions on the other.  -Notes on the State of Virginia

 I tremble for my country when I reflect that God is just: that his justice cannot sleep forever - Jefferson referring to the practice of slavery in America in his Notes On The State Of Virginia.

George Washington  

I am principled against this kind of traffic in the human species -Letter To Robert Lewis.

There is not a man living who wishes more sincerely than I do, to see a plan adopted for the abolition of it.- Letter To Robert Morris

Benjamin Franklin  

That mankind are all formed by the same Almighty Being, alike objects of his care, and equally designed for the enjoyment of happiness, the Christian religion teaches us to believe, and the political creed of Americans fully coincides with the position… . [We] earnestly entreat your serious attention to the subject of slavery – that you will be pleased to countenance the restoration of liberty to those unhappy men who alone in this land of freedom are degraded into perpetual bondage and who … are groaning in servile subjection. -Annals of  Congress 1790 

The unhappy man, who has long been treated as a brute animal, too frequently sinks beneath the common standard of the human species. The galling chains that bind his body do also fetter his intellectual faculties, and impair the social affections of his heart. Accustomed to move like a mere machine, by the will of a master, reflection is suspended; he has not the power of choice; and reason and conscience have but little influence over his conduct, because he is chiefly governed by the passion of fear..   -Address on Slavery on behalf of the Philadelphia Abolitionist Society. Franklin is arguing for policies to educate and to teach trades to ex-slaves once freed

John Adams  

Consenting to slavery is a sacrilegious breach of trust, as offensive in the sight of God as it is derogatory from our own honor or interest of happiness - a Dissertation On The Canon and Feudal Law

John Jay (First Chief Justice of the Supreme Court and Co-author of the Federalist Papers) 

It is much to be wished that slavery may be abolished. The honour of the States, as well as justice and humanity, in my opinion, loudly call upon them to emancipate these unhappy people. To contend for our own liberty, and to deny that blessing to others, involves an inconsistency not to be excused.  letter to R. Lushington, March 15, 1786

Thomas Paine 

That some desperate wretches should be willing to steal and enslave men by violence and murder for gain, is rather lamentable than strange. But that many civilized, nay, Christianized people should approve, and be concerned in the savage practice, is surprising; and still persist, though it has been so often proved contrary to the light of nature, to every principle of Justice and Humanity, and even good policy, by a succession of eminent men, and several late publications. - Pennsylvania Journal and the Weekly Advertiser (1775)

Samuel Adams

  But to the eye of reason, what can be more clear than that all men have an equal right to happiness? Nature made no other distinction than that of higher or lower degrees of power of mind and body… . Were the talents and virtues which Heaven has bestowed on men given merely to make them more obedient drudges? … No! In the judgment of heaven there is no other superiority among men than a superiority of wisdom and virtue.   –Speech in Philadelphia 1776

Finally a quote that  summarizes the entire matter from a man who immediately followed the founding generation.

“The inconsistency of the institution of domestic slavery with the principles of the Declaration of Independence was seen and lamented [within the founding generation]…  Never from their lips was heard one syllable of attempt to justify the institution of slavery. They universally considered it as a reproach fastened upon them by the unnatural step-mother country and they saw that before the principles of the Declaration of Independence slavery, in common with every other mode of oppression, was destined sooner or later to be banished from the earth. -John Quincy Adams July 4, 1837  .

The abolition of slavery was not a matter of an evolution in basic moral insight, it was a matter of finally coming to grips with a moral evil that had been recognized from the very beginning, but which was maintained through moral inconsistency.  The founders were fully aware of the fact that the practice violated their own highest principles. And so the narraitve if slavery in America cannot serve as exhibit A in a rationalization 

Think about this.

Today could be the day that John and Sherlock are freed. Today could be the day Johnlock becomes canon. Today could be the day that history is irrevocably changed forever.

pinkteaatnoon  asked:

Hey :) I liked the College Au chapter. Maybe Rose could invite him to a college party and her friends are a bit weird with partying and drinking and the typical. Maybe there is a guy that always flirts with Rose as well or sth. Or maybe bring some other Characters in. Martha as a nerd who likes John a little much pehaps, I don't know :P

(parts one and two)

Rose squeezed his hand nervously as John bounced along beside on the walk up to the house. One of his friends had invited him to her party, and he had invited Rose along in turn. She didn’t know anyone in his major, but he had assured her that it would be fun- after all, it was a costume party, and who didn’t have fun at costume parties?

They were matching, John with his hair combed back with black pants, a white polo and a leather jacket with Rose in a pink dress and blue jean jacket, her hair carefully styled to resemble something vaguely out of the 50’s. Her heels were already starting to be uncomfortable, but she hoped she could take them off in the case of dancing.

“Martha!” John said when an attractive dark-skinned woman opened the door. “See, right on time!”

She smiled. “Should have known.” The smile faded slightly when she looked at Rose and, more importantly, their intertwined hands. “You didn’t say you were bringing a guest.”

“I asked you if I could,” he blinked, but beamed. “This is Rose. Remember, the girl I have the study dates with?”

Martha grinned. “Right! Nice to meet you, Rose.”

“Hello,” Rose replied. “John’s said a lot about you.”

Martha ushered them inside and Rose looked around. It was Halloween, and the mood of the party summed up her relationship with John- crazy, exciting, and something that she feared would eventually end.

The tutoring session had turned into a weekly study session, which had quickly morphed into meeting three times a week- when they weren’t having meals together after class or even before it. Thanks to him she had gotten an A on her last test, and had improved in the others, but the grades were only a benefit. He was brilliant, charming, and made her laugh more in one day than she did in a week back home. He seemed to be genuinely interested in what she said and was always looking out for her, whether it was with a cup of tea in the morning or when they were hiding from the man who was threatening to run them over with his lawn mower for landing on his petunias (how they had ended up on his roof, she still wasn’t sure).

Rose quickly spotted Jack, a mutual friend of theirs, as Martha chatted with John. She joined him and pulled him in for a hug before greeting his boyfriend, Ianto. The three chatted before Ianto got drinks, and Jack looked at John before shaking his head. “She’s fighting a losing battle,” he said.

Mystified, she looked back over to John and Martha. He was currently acting out one of his exploits and Martha was laughing. “Who?”

“Martha,” Jack said. “Don’t you dare tell her I said this, because I’m a bit drunk and she should know better, but she’s sweet on John. Had a crush on him since Secondary. But he’s fallen arse over elbow for you, so she’s looking up the wrong tree.”

Bemused, Rose patted his arm. “I think you’re more drunk than you think. John isn’t in love with me.”

“You keep telling yourself that,” he sing-songed, before wandering off to pull Ianto into a dance.

John appeared seconds later. “Rose! Come on, let’s dance,” he said, as he took both her hands in his and started towing her towards the cleared space in the living room.

Rose laughed. “I thought you didn’t dance!”

He looked thoughtful. “Well, I couldn’t dance then, but I’m sure I can remember. Maybe you can teach me?”

She shook her head. “Nutter.” After glancing back at Martha- who looked like someone had stolen her puppy- Rose looked back at John. “You aren’t just dancing with me because you though Jack and I were flirting, did you?”

“Jack’s dating Ianto,” he reminded her, but added grumpily, “That doesn’t mean he isn’t open to a threesome.”

“Jack is so not my type,” Rose laughed as she stepped closer and linked her hands behind his neck. “Besides, he’s dressed as a world war two RAF pilot. We don’t match.”

“And fashion is of utmost importance?” John teased.

She freed on hand to pat the lapels of his suit jacket. “Of course. We look good together, you and I,” Rose winked.

He laughed and pulled her closer. “We aren’t going to become one of those couples that color coordinate their wardrobe, are we?”

“Dunno,” Rose said, acting indifferent even though her heart was racing. “Are we a couple?”

He swallowed, but his eyes were honest. “Well… one day.”

“Yeah?” She said, giving him a tongue touched smile.

“Yes,” he replied sincerely, before tucking her head under his chin and pulling her closer. She went willingly, letting out a small sigh.

Even when someone accidentally activated the fire alarm and she was pushed into the pool, it was the best night of her college life so far.

adding to the last post

im not sure that john becoming unstuck has freed him from the rules of paradox space

and that because of




that when those miles spear john

and i really think they will

that youll see something similar to this

since its johns fault that the doomed timeline were witnessing exists

because by popping up there and not just hiding

and just paradoxing like he doesnt give a shit

all of his friends are fucking dead

(i feel like maybe i should clarify i dont especially think alpha john is going to die a just death here? i mean, he might. mainly im thinking the john whos going to die is the doomed john whos from that doomed timeline)

The Evolution of Jane

I was talking with a friend the other day who said that tracking down and killing Red John freed Jane from his past. I gave that statement a lot of thought and I decided that I really don’t agree. Bringing the killer of his wife and child to justice certainly was what Jane himself calls a moral imperative. But it’s not the same thing as redemption. I have seen him go straight at Red John with no fear, no cowardice, no tricks. He was a man who knew what he had to do and he did it but it didn’t change ANYTHING inside him. It didn’t make him a better person or cause him to grow and change at all. He said from the day we first met him that he would bring Red John to his own brand of justice and his resolve never faltered. He stayed on that same path until he did what he said he would do.

So what freed Jane? His love for Teresa Lisbon and his own acceptance of that love. Opening himself up to those feelings again terrified him. He said so himself and we have never heard him say he was terrified of Red John. But living with the knowledge that your happiness depends on another person makes you vulnerable in all kinds of ways. Knowing that you don’t want to wake up to a world that doesn’t include that person. Because he loves her, he is a better person. Because she loves him, he finally feels worthy.

Revenge does not heal. Love does.

John hates lying but he is burdened with huge and precious and huge and hateful secrets. He spends his life hedging and demurring and disguising his real feelings and experiences. And he has done his whole life. Since he was a queer child, taught to hide and ignore parts of himself. And over his life, his secrets have grown and grown. Think of the joy and buoyancy he will experience when he can live as his authentic self. He must be freed.