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Life Without You (Part Two)

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As Harry and Niall sat across from each other in Harry’s living room, there was an uncomfortable silence. The tension could be felt by both and was only growing as time passed. From the moment that Harry had called, Niall knew that something was up, and he had wished that he was better at hiding his emotions. His eyes darted everywhere around the room, completely avoiding meeting Harry’s intense gaze. Niall’s leg bounced up and down as a way for him to calm his nerves. He could tell that Harry was upset; he was fuming. Niall couldn’t help but to notice the way that Harry’s breathing was uneven, how he kept clenching his fists, clear indications of his mood. It was obvious Niall already knew why Harry had demanded he come over so urgently- he had kept a very big secret hidden from him.

“When were ya gon’ tell me?” Harry asked, finally breaking the silence.

“Tell yeh wha’, mate?” Niall responded, trying to play it cool.

“Don’ play stupid wit me, Niall. Ya know exactly wha’ ‘m talkin’ about. When were yeh gon’ tell me that (Y/N) moved to America?” Harry was losing his patience, and Niall knew that it wouldn’t be smart to keep pressing the matter.

“It wasn’ my place to say anythin’. She made it clear tha’ she wasn’ changin’ her mind on leavin’. Plus, yeh were still wit Megan when she moved, didn’ think yeh would care to be honest.”

“Are ya bein’ serious right now? Yeh know more than anyone that I will always care ‘bout (Y/N), doesn’ matter who ‘m wit.” Harry growled, gritting his teeth as he tried to contain his anger.

“‘m sorry, ‘arry, but I only did it because she said she didn’ wan’ yeh to know. I couldn’ go behind her back like that, ya understand tha’ right?” Harry felt his heart nearly stop when he had heard this. She didn’t want him to know? It was now clear as day that (Y/N) wanted nothing to do with him, when all he wanted to do was to have her back in his life.

“Yeah, I get it. Would‘ve done the same thing. ‘s just weird how she didn’ tell me yeh know? I thought she wanted to be friends or somethin’.” Harry admitted. His anger had dissolved, and now all he had felt was sadness. He had hoped that one day maybe you and him could start over and be friends or at least civil with each other.

“Who knows. Maybe she doesn’ wan’ to talk to yeh right now. Or maybe she doesn’ want to be friends.” Niall told Harry, trying not to sound too harsh about the possibility of (Y/N) not wanting to speak to him again.

“Suppose so.” Harry said, sounding completely defeated. He was done talking about you, and he wanted to get off his mind, “Man, ‘s trip is gon’ be a disaster, innit?”

“It won’ be. Don’ worry, ‘arry, it’ll be fine.” As much as Harry wanted to believe Niall, he could shake the bad feeling he had in his stomach.

-

San Francisco was absolutely amazing. You felt like an entirely new person. No stress, no worries, and most importantly, no Harry. Life was easy here. You enjoyed living alone in a small apartment not too far from the beach. You enjoyed the beautiful weather as opposed to the cold you were used to living in London for a large majority of your adult life. You enjoyed that there was enough to distract you from thinking about Harry.

You’d asked Niall to let him know that you were moving away, hoping that he would want to at least say goodbye. However, you were only given disappointment as Niall told you Harry said he didn’t care that you were leaving.

At first, you were hurt by what Harry told Niall. It hurt that he didn’t even want to see or talk to you again, but you could understand. You weren’t even talking to each other. Of course he wouldn’t care if you were moving away. You decided to stop trying to fix something that was broken beyond repair and to finally let Harry go. Although, he was acting totally out of character for the Harry that you once knew and loved, and you couldn’t help but to think that something wasn’t right.

-

It had been about four months since your move, and you were really enjoying your new life. You’d made sure to keep in touch with Niall and the other boys. It was nice to know that they still cared about you despite everything that had happened, and they were adamant on making sure you knew that they were here for you. A gesture that was greatly appreciated but entirely unnecessary.

As great as life was, it all changed when the boys had told you that they were coming to visit in two weeks. They said that they missed spending time with you, and they were in need of a holiday. Whenever you had asked if Harry would be coming too, they would completely avoid the question and change the subject. That was enough of an answer for you.

You began to lose your mind upon learning that Harry would also be in attendance while the boys were visiting. You were coming up with a thousand different questions that were all left unanswered. Was he married now? Was he going to bring Megan with him?

As the days came and gone, it got closer to the day where the boys were supposed to fly in. And as the day neared, your anxiety about facing Harry only grew with it.

-

“Don’ worry, (Y/N). Everythin’ will be fine, promise.”  You were currently one the phone with Louis, telling him all about your worries surrounding their visit. You weren’t sure how to act around Harry or how he would act around you. You didn’t know if you should pretend nothing happened and be friendly or if you should ignore him.

“I can’t help it, Lou. I mean, Harry’s always been so nice. I just thought that he would at least want to say bye to me. It didn’t even have to be in person, a text would’ve been fine. He’s completely changed from when we were together, it’s weird.” You were still bothered at the fact that Harry didn’t care that you were moving. It was just something that you never thought would happen. He’s always been the person who was mature, polite, and kind beyond belief. So the fact that he felt that he didn’t have to say bye to someone who he once considered a lover, and before that a friend, was peculiar.

“People change, love. ‘nd sometimes it isn’t the best, but maybe he just thinks ‘s awkward between you two? I mean ‘s a lot of history there. I bet ‘s hard for ‘im to pretend it isn’t there.”

“That’s exactly my point though. Shouldn’t he want to get some closure because of our history? We haven’t really had a decent conversation since I came to get my things from his apartment. Even then, that was almost three years ago, and that definitely didn’t go as planned.”

“I don’ know, (Y/N). I really wish I did, but I haven’t got a clue what’s goin’ through his mind.”

-

It had been a week since you had officially called things off between you and Harry, and you thought that it was time to come and get the rest of the things you had at his place. Because you’d purposely given him a couple days to think everything over and to calm down, you hoped that this entire situation would be more civil than your last encounter with him.

 

You had shot him a quick text telling him that you were coming over, only to receive a notification showing that he had seen your message, but there was no reply.

 

Over the course of the last week, you had slowly built the courage to face him and to talk again, which landed you where you were right now. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t even a little nervous, but you shook the feeling aside, and put on your bravest face. As you opened the front door with your key, you wanted nothing more than for Harry not to be home. If this were the case, you would be able to avoid having another screaming match with him, the last thing you wanted.

 

However, this hope was broken once you saw Harry standing in the middle of his kitchen, fully dressed, looking like he was just about to leave. 

 

“Didn’t think you’d be home.” You admitted, hoping that this conversation would be kept to a bare minimum, “I’ll be quick, don’t worry.” You began to walk out of the kitchen, making your way towards the stairs and into his bedroom, realizing quickly that you were still not ready to face Harry. 

 

Before you even started to walk up the stairs, Harry had stopped you, “Wait, (Y/N). Can we talk ‘bout it? I think I need some closure.” Harry stated, lightly grasping your wrist to keep you from walking away from him for the second time.

 

You avoided keeping eye contact with Harry and instead kept your gaze locked onto where he held your wrist in his much larger hand. You thought that a week was enough time apart, and you believed that you would be ready to talk to Harry. Although, you now know that you were definitely wrong. The moment you had set your eyes onto him, everything from that night had came rushing back. Seeing Harry this soon and having him touch you only added salt to the still very fresh wound.  


”You can talk while I pack up.” You say, practically in a whisper, “I don’t have anything to say to you at the moment.”  You wished that you had the courage to look at him while you talked, but it was just too hard to face the reality of the situation. This was the end of a chapter that you’d both hoped would never end.


”Wha’ do yeh mean ya don’ have anythin’ to say?” 


”What I mean is, there is nothing left for me to say to you, Harry. I said everything I wanted to say that night, and it changed nothing. So why would me repeating the same thing over again change anything now?” Your emotions were getting the best of you. Your voice cracked, and you tried your hardest to keep your emotions at bay. You felt weak, not even attempting to get Harry’s grip off of your wrist. All you felt was sadness, but under that sadness you felt anger. Pent up anger that was finally coming out.  


 “We‘ve both had time to think things over, ‘nd this time I really am ready to listen to yeh. Had some time to calm down too, yeah? If yeh don’ wan’ to talk to me then ‘s fine. I just wan’ to say what’s been on my mind.” The desperation in his voice was obvious. Even though you weren’t looking at his eyes, you knew that they were pleading you to at least hear him out. 


With a sigh in defeat, you agreed, “Fine, but don’t expect anything else except for talking. I’m not going to get back with you just because you suddenly want to talk about our relationship.”  You retorted, finally looking him in the eyes. His face fell slightly at your response, but he reluctantly nodded his head in agreement.


 As you both made your way to his bedroom, it was silent. Harry was obviously hesitant to talk to you, but you couldn’t figure out why. You weren’t sure if it was because he was still gathering his thoughts or if it was because he genuinely didn’t know what to say despite telling you that he had a lot he wanted to tell. However, you chose to ignore it, enjoying the silence because you knew that it wouldn’t last once you both started to talk.


The first few minutes of you packing up the remainder of your clothes and other belongings remained the same. Silence. All Harry seemed to be able to do was watch you gather your things from his position seated at the end of his bed. He wanted to tell you everything that had been on his mind for the last couple of months, especially the last week, but he had no clue how or where to start. His mind was working a million miles a second, and Harry couldn’t even process the whole situation. 

 

“Look, I know ‘s hard to be talkin’ to each other right now, but I just wanted to say that ‘m sorry for bein’ a proper dickhead to yeh that night.”  He felt that the best way to start was to apologize because he knew that the most important thing was for you to understand how sorry he was for putting you in this position.

 

”Harry, I’m just confused. I thought that marriage would be a topic we could talk about, but apparently, I was being delusional and presumptuous.” 

 

”I know, love. I know. I still don’ quite know wha’ I was thinkin’ tha’ night. Should’ve told yeh how I felt about marriage in the beginnin’, but I didn’ and ‘m sorry for leadin’ ya on like tha’.”  There was a long pause after Harry had finished apologizing to you. You had thought that he had more to say than just that he was sorry. An explanation maybe?

 

”Is that all you have to say? You told me that you wanted to tell me everything that was on your mind, so all you were thinking about was a half assed apology?” You were seething at him. Yet again he had failed to explain his feelings to you, even when you had given him the chance to do so. His eyes dropped to the floor, unable to keep eye contact with you. He was ashamed that this was all he had to say to you. Even when there were thousands of things running through his head about what he could say, none of them came out.

 

“I’ve got to go, but if you want to talk about this when you’ve had more time to think, call me, okay?” You softly spoke, calming yourself as you got closer to him. Harry still couldn’t meet your eyes as you talked to him. You stood there for a little while just staring at him, wanting nothing more than for him to stop you from leaving and to give you an explanation. That, however, did not happen. With yet another sigh, you said goodbye and left. 

 

That day you walked out of Harry’s house hoping that one day he would call to tell you that he was finally ready to talk about your relationship, but he never did. 

-

The day that the boys were supposed to arrive in California had finally come. You had told them your address as they were eager to see you the moment that they landed. There was still an uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach, knowing that you had to see Harry again in mere hours.

You spent the entire day trying to occupying your mind. You vacuumed your house, cleaned all your bathrooms, mopped the floors, and dusted nearly every surface in your apartment. Unfortunately for you, nothing you did seemed to work. All you could seem to think about was Harry. He was making you a ball of nerves, and you hated that he still had control over you.

After all of your pointless cleaning, you plopped down onto your couch and relaxed for a little while before the boys arrived. It was odd to think that Harry would even want to come when he knew that the boys wanted to spend time with you. You had come to the conclusion that he would be spending his time elsewhere, with his other friends in and around the area. That would mean that you would only have to see him for one day, when they arrived. You just wished that day wasn’t this one.

Sometimes you wished that you and Harry never dated in the first place.

-

You didn’t realized that you had fallen asleep until you were awoken by pounding on your front door. As you made your way to the door, you rubbed your eyes, trying to wake yourself up.

“(Y/N), love, we’re here! Open the door ‘fore I break it down.” Niall yelled, sounding slightly muffled as a result of the door. You could hear the other boys giggling at Niall’s comment, and you couldn’t help but to roll your eyes at them.

The moment you opened the door, you were engulfed into a hug by Niall. “Good to see ya, lovely.” Niall said, as he gave you a tight squeeze.

“I’m glad you guys are here. I missed you.”

You could feel a pair of eyes practically burning holes in your head with their intense stare. It was obvious who this was, and you did everything you could to avoid making eye contact. However, you couldn’t help but to notice that a certain girl was not present. She wasn’t holding his hand or cuddling into his side, so where was she? Pulling away from your embrace with Niall, you continued to hug each of the boys one by one, inviting them inside.

Harry stood behind the rest of boys, looking awkwardly at the floor, shifting from one foot to another, suddenly stopping his gaze on you. When it was finally just him standing outside of your apartment, he looked up at you and gave a shy smile. A wave of relief rushed over your body as you realized that he was being friendly. Deciding to return the favor, you gave a genuine smile back and motioned for him to come inside.

You led the boys to your living room where you were previously taking a nap. “Are you guys hungry? Thirsty? I can get you something if you want.” You offered, trying to make them as comfortable as possible.

“Just a couple of waters will do, love. Anythin’ yeh want to give to us ‘s fine.” Niall said, giving you a smile.

“I’ll help yeh.” Harry spoke, swiftly arising from his spot situated on the couch. You didn’t feel like being rude to him, so you simply gave a short nod of your head and made your way into the kitchen, Harry following closely behind.

“How’ve ya been?” Harry started, as he helped you gather a variety of different snacks and water bottles for all the boys.

“Good, stressed, but good. What about you?”

“‘s good. ‘m doing well, thank yeh.” After that, there was a bit of awkward silence as both of you didn’t know what to say. All you could do was pass Harry the food while he made a pile of everything you had given to him on your counter.

Gathering all of the food and water bottles, you started to make your way back to the other boys. However, Harry had other plans as he began to speak again. “Hey, can we talk?” Harry asked you, a slight nervousness detected in his voice.

“We can talk in the living room.” You responding, already feeling the nerves and anxiety start to build up.

“Boys, could you give Harry and I a minute, please?” You requested once you both had gotten to the living room and placed everything on the table.. The boys nodded their heads and got up to give you and Harry the space you asked for. As they left, they gave you reassuring smiles and gave your hand a quick squeeze.

“We’ll go fo’ a walk ‘round the block. Text one of us when ya done, alrigh’?” Louis softly spoke to you. You shook your head at him, not feeling like talking. The boys gave you both one last look before they shut the door and left.

And once again, you were left alone with Harry.

-

You and Harry sat at opposite ends of the couch, staring straight ahead at the wall in front of the two of you. The tension in the room was quite prominent, and it was making you both fairly uncomfortable. There were so many words that could have and needed to be spoken between the two of you, yet all you could do was sit there in silence as you did all those years before.

“Where’s Megan?” You started off, trying to refrain the inevitable conversation.

“Doesn’ matter where she is.” Harry quietly replied. He seemed to be out of it, as if he had no energy at all, and this wasn’t because he had just gotten off a series of long plane rides. No, this was an emotional toll that Harry held with him on his back. One much bigger than you could ever understand. His response, although, confused you beyond belief. Why didn’t he want you to know where she was? “I won’ tell yeh considering we aren’t friends.”

“Oh,” you say, a little surprised at his quick change of mood, “Well, I thought we could start over some day, but if that’s what you want then okay.”

“Yeh wanted to start over?” Harry let out a humorous laugh, “I doubt that, (Y/N). If yeh wanted to start over wit me, yeh would’ve told me yeh were moving away.”

“Harry, that doesn’t make any sense. Me telling you about me moving would not signify us starting over. It’s more like us ending.” You were so upset at the tone he was using with you that you didn’t actually think about what he was saying. If you did, you would’ve realized that what he was saying was entirely wrong. You did tell him about your move.

If you had taken a second to stop and process everything Harry was telling you, you would’ve realized that there was something wrong. You would’ve gotten answers to why he didn’t say goodbye to you before you left London. You would’ve learned that none of this was his fault, that he wasn’t as bad as you had cut him out to be, and that he was still the same Harry you knew. You would’ve learned that you had both been lied to, played, by one of your closest friends. But of course, you didn’t. You didn’t stop to think about anything but your anger towards him that had been building up inside you for years.

“No, yeh’ve got it all wrong. It would’ve done somethin’ for our relationship, our friendship, but no yeh were so eager to get away from me yeh didn’ even think ‘bout yeh actions ‘fore ya did it.” By now, you were both standing on opposite sides of the room, facing each other. Your voices had turned as loud as they did that night as you both desperately tried to get your point across to the other.

“Don’t be ridiculous. You know what’s funny? All those years ago you told me that I had lost my mind for thinking that you would want to get married, but now, you’re the one that has lost their mind. Let me ask you this, Harry. What would you have done had you known about me leaving? Would you have came running to my apartment, begging me to stay? Would you have come over to congratulate me and helped me pack my things? Would you have tried to fix something that can’t be fixed with one simple conversation? What would you have done that was so monumental that you’re so upset about this?” You rambled, throwing up your hands to make ridiculous gestures out of pure frustration and irritation.

“I’d ‘ve tried, (Y/N), but yeh didn’ even let me do tha’. Sometimes yeh can be so fuckin’ reckless. All yeh seem to care ‘bout ‘s yehself, and yeh don’ care wha’ ‘appens in the process. Yeh try to pretend that ya are carin’, but I know the real person yeh are.” Harry had turned into the exact same person he had been on the night you stormed out. He was saying the first thing that came to his head, and his filter was gone. Of course he didn’t actually mean all the things he was saying to you nor did he believe that any of it was true. He was just completely fed up with the way that your relationship had taken such a negative turn so abruptly.

“Fine, Harry. If that’s the way that you really see me, as some sort of toxic, deceiving, manipulative bitch, then so be it. You don’t know me anymore, and I don’t the validation from someone I never talk to. I can’t change the way you think about me, and frankly, I don’t care. If you want to hate me the rest of your life, go ahead, no one’s stopping you. I just hope that one day you can learn to move passed all of this.“ You put in your last word, done with this conversation and Harry.

“I don’ hate yeh, love. ‘m just confused, and I wan’ to start over.” Harry was trying his best to try to calm himself down because he knew that if he didn’t, you would run off again. “I know ‘s hard for both of us to pretend tha’ nothin’ happened between the two of us, but yeh too important to me to jus’ let ya go.”

You had both stopped yelling at each other, and the conversation had turned into one with soft whispers that could barely be heard by the other.

“I don’t think that’s true. If you really wanted me to be in your life, you wouldn’t have said that you think I’m fake or that all I seem to care about is myself. You sure do have a weird way of showing people that they’re important to you, and I’m not sure that I want that. I’m sorry, Harry, but I think that it’s best if we don’t talk to each other. There’s always going to be that tension and resentment, and that’s something that can’t be brushed under the carpet only to pretend it isn’t there.”

“(Y/N), ‘s not true. I can promise yeh that. I would never do that to yeh. I would never hold a grudge ‘gainst ya. The tension will go ‘way some day, jus’ need time. I mean sure it’ll be difficult for us to get passed this bump in the road, bu’ I really want to try again. As friends.”

“Harry, I’m sorry. I just can’t. Seeing you and talking to you is too much for me to handle, even now after all those years of us not talking to each other.” By now, you were crying as all the emotions you had been holding in had finally come out. You brushed passed Harry to get away from him as quickly as possible.

“(Y/N), wa-” Harry tried to stop you, however you were already gone. He wanted nothing more than explain everything to you.

But it didn’t matter what Harry said to you in order to try to change your mind. Because Niall had gotten what he wanted and he won.

-

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Mary is the pearl of the Borgias and a the topic of the deal between Mycroft and Moriarty

First things first: Sorry that this will be soooooo long, I’ll really try to keep it short but I don’t think it will work out :) Secondly: I’m super sorry about my english - I will try to correct it when I find time, but that might take a while. I hope it’s understandable :)

I wrote something about Mycroft knowing where Moriarty (or his body) is and in that I mentioned why Mycroft and Jim could made a deal (see here).

This first occurred to me after I’ve read this lovely meta. It’s about the pearl of the borgias, mentioned in T6T. Now let me connect the pearl of the borgias to the deal between Mycroft and Moriarty.



First: Mary is the black pearl.

I belive Mary is the pearl. Let’s look at some rather interesting points:

  • The pearl was stolen in Georgia; the A.G.R.A. coup was in Georgia
  • The pearl is now in London (according to Interpol); Mary is now in London
  • The mentioning of Greta Bengtsdotter in T6T. It’s the story that Sherlock tells the man with the faded tattoo: His wife is a spy and married him only to get near another man, she planned this for 4 years. Greta is short for Magaretha wich means pearl.
  • Sherlock expected to find the pearl in the Thatcher-Statue; instead he found the memory stick with Marys Past on it.

In my opinion, it’s absolutly not unusual for bady guys to have nicknames (like Barry “the snake” or something), plus “The black pearl” would be some badass nickname :D



So let’s imagine that Mary is the black pearl. 

In 2009 the coup of A.G.R.A. went wrong (though I belive that Mary is in fact the traitor and planned this, but that’s not important right now). She went to England after that, let’s say in 2009 or 2010. She fled from Georgia. The pearl went missing.

In this theory here, I explain why I think that Mycroft made a deal with Moriarty: Mycroft gives Jim something he really wants and for that, Jim should fake his death and stay away from Sherlock. So, what could be so interesting that Jim would do that?

Maybe the black pearl.

Mycroft himself tells Sherlock that Jim had a huge interest in the pearl in last year before his death. He “died” in 2011, so his interest in the pearl began around 2010. 2010 he also met Sherlock by the pool. Remember that he was in fact just about to kill Sherlock, but then he got a phone call that somehow managed to change his mind. Most of the fandom suspects that the person on the phone was Irene Adler, but I always thought that it had to be Mycroft. 

Whoever it is, that person offers Jim something that seems very interesting, like something Jim wants reeeeaaally bad. It even made him change his mind. So what was it?

Maybe Mycroft called and said something like “I have the black pearl.” (like, look at that tweet from Gartiss - He really HAS the black pearl). Remember that later Mycroft acts like he wouldn’t know that Mary was a part of A.G.R.A. though that seems very unlikely? I’d think he would double check Marys backround when finding out that she is going to marry John, because with that she is close to Sherlock. And if he would have done that,he also would found out that Mary Morstan isn’t her real name, like his little brother found out before.

Mycroft indeed has Mary, or maybe just information about where to find “the black pearl”. But he has something.

So he gives the information he has to Jim in exchange for leaving Sherlock alone. That’s 2011. Shortly after that, Jim and Sherlock fake their deaths.



Mary is a double agent. 

So now we have a problem: If Mycroft gave Jim the information about Mary, he wouldn’t let her marry John, would he? Because if he had information about the pearl and gave that to the nemesis of his little brother, he would kept an eye on Mary and the very moment when Mary first approached John, he would intervened. Right?

But that wouldn’t be the case, if Mary would work for Mycroft. In TAB we see her working for him, maybe that’s a clue. But if Mycroft said something like “I will give your Information to Moriarty and you will play along, reporting me everything he does.” When John falls in love with Mary, Mycroft is okay with that because he thinks Mary will protect John (who he knows is very important to Sherlock).


But Jim also has plans for Mary: He got her in exchange for his death. So he knew that he wouldn’t be able to interact with Sherlock for quite some time. 

But he promised to “burn his heart out”, which is quite frankly a very weird way to tell somebody that you will destroy them. But if he sends Mary to John, who is an easy target in that time (broken, mourning the death of his best friend etc.) and get John to fall in love with Mary … Only to let her destroy him - that would be a nice little catch, don’t you think? Maybe he told her: “Go and get John Watson to fall in love with you. Get near him, get near Sherlock. When the time has come, we’ll burn them.”

Sherlock says that Greta Bengtdotter has that plan I’ve mentioned earlier about 4 years: 2016 - 4 = 2012. Supposedly the year Mary and John met.


Mary and John probably meet in 2011/2012. And what’s funny about this is, that when Mary and Sherlock meet in that reatsurant, she pretends to doesn’t recognize Sherlock, although she have to know his face (bear in mind that she first commented on Johns blog in 2013: on the same exact blog he writes stories about the cases and posts photos). She pretends to because she isn’t supposed to. The first time Sherlock really looks at her, amongst other things we see the words “Liar” and “Guardian“. 

Liar because, obivously, she lies. Guardian, because she was a guardian for John in Mycrofts order. 


So, Mary is the black pearl of the Borgias. Mary is a double agent. Mary was the reason Jim didn’t killed Sherlock. But whos side is she on?

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Of course I don’t say I’m right. This is just one of the many many many theories I have in my mind :) But I really like this one, so I figured, I’d write it down to discuss it with others :) I would really love to hear your opinions, feel free to get in touch! 

Tagging those I already tagged in the “Mycroft knows where Jim is” thing:

and the author of that meta I mentioned. @unprincipledaddict @jenna221b @sassmycroft @the-7-percent-solution@elisabethmoriarty@piratelock

I’m sorry for spamming your dash, please let me know if you want me to stop tagging you :D

I tried avoiding this mini rant/ airing of thoughts, but… I can’t!

I’ve been scarce from dA for… months? And I’m honestly limiting my time there for a host of reasons I won’t bring up here. (I’ve said them before anyway.) I can’t help but notice one of my very old pieces in particular (the megaloceros, done in 2008-9) won’t stop getting notifications. Like, 20+ a day, for several weeks now. It didn’t get a daily deviation awarded to it, and I’m sure I’d figure out why it was drawing traffic if I did some google fu, but part of me is reluctant to know where the traffic is coming from.

Call me selfish, but… I’m not fond of my old, time-stamped art being dragged back out into the light of day to flood my notifications. I know, people only mean well, and I think about that each time this happens, I truly do. Sometimes the fact that something is old doesn’t even occur to people sharing the art in the first place. But I have to tell you, it’s hard not to be discouraged when people regularly ignore your new work in favor of some dusty old pieces completed a lifetime ago.

Yes. I am a curmudgeon! The tendency for popular works to only become more popular is also a thorn in my side. Which gives me only one choice: to clear/store any works in the gallery over 5 years of age, while my Society6 will have some of said works available as prints/etc. To avoid the emotional outbursts this sort of thing tends to solicit, I won’t be announcing when I plan to do so. I can’t help it, I need a good art gallery PURGE!!!

(If it makes sense, I am the sort of person who destroys/gets rid of old sketchbooks as soon as they reach the “eyes bleeding” level of cringe. I don’t get nostalgic, and I don’t look back. I also don’t have infinite space for old art garbage to pile up.)

So me n my Lil brother have this custom game we usually play and we call it “what time is it” and all the enemy team bots are McCree
And it’s just us two on our team (we usually play as the shimada brothers but it’s amazing when we both play as McCree too) and let me mcfuckin tell you, it is hell

You get spammed w flashbangs, shot to all hell n back and then it happens.
They almost got the payload to the destination and my bro n I were makin that final stand
And they all lit up and holy fuck guys was it high noon
There was six McCrees w their ult activated and idfk man its literally the best

missmisanthropic  asked:

Hard Question Time brought to you by yours truly: If you could date ANY iteration of a character Katie McGrath has ever played, who would you select? The character will come with her canon flaws, (Vampirism?, Family issues? Uh, Magic?) benefits ( Heck yeah, Magic?! Genius level smarts?), interests (Art?, Espionage?) etc. which may impact your decision. Happy ruminating. ;-)

…!!! @missmisanthropic WHY?! Why would you do this to me? Hmmm. I’ve got some drinks in me so that means rambling. Let’s consider all of this calmly and rationally. I would list each character but I fear my poor followers may run away screaming. Instead I will list my absolute favorites and carefully consider my options. Note that I will be leaving out minor characters such as Bess and others.

First up - Lucy Westenra.
Canon Flaws - Vampirism. In love with another woman.
Canon Benefits - GAAAAAY. Is the vampirism really a flaw though? I mean, come on.

With Katie’s portrayal of Lucy, it is hard to say as we, sadly, never got a good look at what Baby Gay Vampire!Lucy would grow to be. Unfortunately, prior to her change, Lucy was suffering quite a bit (Of course she was, Katie played her). She was confused, heartbroken, and really questioning her own humanity and life choices. It is quite possible that she felt she had no choice in who she was at all. She didn’t choose to be gay in Victorian England. She didn’t choose to love her best friend. She certainly didn’t choose to be a socialite and “proper wife” to an English gentleman. And she absolutely didn’t choose to be a vampire, a monster, as Dracula so aptly put it. MY BABY IS NO MONSTER!

It is possible that Lucy could have eventually grown to be the sweet and innocent looking, yet completely relentless killer vamp. I am not quite sure if I can deal with that. However! If she were to change me, ditch her feelings for Mina, and we could be super awesome killer vampires together? Yeah I could definitely deal with that. Throw that in with being charming, witty, and sweet, with the perfect amount of bite to her (See what I did there?), I would be a happy lesbian.

Verdict - Jury is out. Would I let her kill me? Yes, I would. Would I kill along with her? Yes, I would. Let us check out more options.

Originally posted by madqirl

NEXT! - Morgana Pendragon
Canon Flaws - Major daddy issues. Slight anger issues. Bent on revenge. Manipulative.
Canon Benefits - Um… MAGIC. High Priestess. Dresses fabulously even when living in a shack in the woods. Savvy af, That Smirk™ tho. Driven to fight for what she believes in.

Who doesn’t love Morgana? Good, “evil,” it really doesn’t matter. The unfortunate matter is, and this makes my deliberation quite short, Morgana was on one hell of a mission. She was single-minded in this mission and nobody, nobody, was going to keep her from it. This means, she definitely wouldn’t have had time for poor, little, non-magical me. I mean if I had an army of immortal warriors or dark magical abilities of my own, I would try to win her affections in a heartbeat. But the only thing I would be able to offer her is my heart… Which she probably would have used, along with some crazy incantation, to kill all of her enemies. I don’t wish to be sacrificed. I like my heart where it is thank you, my lady.

Verdict - Morgana, you do you, booboo. Imma keep my options open, love. You TOTALLY have my vote for Queen of Camelot. Please don’t kill me. Oh my poor heart. I love her so much.

Originally posted by rosheenonice

Third - Jodi Rutherford 
Canon Flaws - Hmmm… attraction to men that tend to mistreat her? Even Kobus was a bit of a dick at first but we aren’t talking about him are we? No love, we aren’t. This is about Jodi. She also seems to feel the need to ‘fix’ those she is with.
Canon Benefits - Complete sweetheart, excellent teacher, awkward and goofy despite her shy and sometimes anxious demeanor. Film/theater geek. Animal lover. She doesn’t care what she is, or what she is doing, as long as she can wake up next to the person she loves.

This… little bean. This absolute cupcake. I just… look at her. Jodi is another Katie character that just needs to be loved. She is described as someone that strives to be liked because she doesn’t like herself. Which is ridiculous. What’s not to like? She is kindhearted, generous and is really just looking for a place to belong. Total ball of fluff and I love her.

Verdict - Jury is out…but looking good for her.

Originally posted by crayonboxhearts

NEXT UP - The lovely, yet deadly, Gloria Miller, everyone!
Canon Flaws - She’s like some crazy CIA, Secret Agent, Jane Bond, Assassin.
Canon Benefits - She’s like some crazy CIA, Secret Agent, Jane Bond, Assassin.

This one is tough for me because this means she would always be off on some insane mission and I am totally one of those people that would be constantly worried that she wouldn’t come back to me. I’m soft. And let’s be honest, would I ever truly get a chance to know who she really is?

*gay gasp!* WHAT IF I am her mission?? What if she is actually working undercover to, I don’t know… I’m not special. I’m probably not her mission. But she would never be home and I need love and attention. Soft, remember? Sorry, Gloria :(

Verdict - I cannot date you. BUT PLEASE PROTECT ME I AM VERY VULNERABLE! Oh and teach me how to shoot things. Like, fruit and cans. I don’t want to kill anyone.

Originally posted by docclara

Hellooooo Kate Foster!
Canon Flaws - Biphobic af!!!! I’m not bisexual but, come on Kate! Not cool, love. Stop that shit. Angry af! Family issues aka homophobic parents.
Canon Benefits - Smooth af. Seductive af. Queen of eye-sex Consent kink, perhaps? Kate, …I like being told what to do… Ahem. I digress.

Lezbehonest. How many of you have been completely destroyed by the 20 minute episode of Dates? Hm? Thought so. Kate is very enigmatic. Which I like to a point. She seems to be making attempts at being cool and open-minded. But you can tell she has been burned before. Le baggage? Maybe. But we all have it, don’t we? My biggest worry would be that because of this, she is quick to pick a fight and run. We saw it. When things get serious and even a little difficult, she is out the door. That is… problematic.

She still strikes me as being kind, genuine and loving with the right woman in the right situation. But that fear of mine would always remain. Fear would lead to insecurities. Insecurities would lead to fighting. Fighting would lead to no more Kate. I could delve deeper into this gem, however I will leave it here.

Verdict - Kate, buy me a Bellini (or five) and we can certainly have a great time. (That totally wasn’t meant to be sexual). I meant we can hang out some time. But you know, not like a date? Flirty BFFs maybe? Do you like my bracelet? I got it in Tuscany!

Originally posted by haywoodyouboneme

Sigh …LenaLuthor! I have so many feelings about this woman it’s crazy.
Canon Flaws - A little shady. Family issues like you would not believe. Has a bit of a target on her back.
Canon Benefits - Highly intelligent. NERD! Working hard to make a life and name for herself outside of her family. RICH AF (take care of me please). Just wants a damn hug and thank you! Girlfriend of Supergirl. Looks better in prison blues than I do on my best day and with Photoshop. The Lip Bite™ tho.

Considering the fact that most of those that have endured my rambling are huge Katie fans and/or SuperCorp shippers, I will not get into the crazy long description for Lena. She has proven time and again that she only wants to do what is right, despite her upbringing. A most admirable quality is that she fights with her wits but also looks like she can defend herself when the time comes. A distressed damsel, she is not. I think here, I would have to go back to my argument regarding Morgana and Gloria. Lena simply would not have the time. She is running a billion dollar corporation, designing gadgets, and apparently she is constantly thinking up schemes to ensure justice is done. Oh, and um… hi… SHE LOVES KARA DANVERS! I can’t compete with that!!! I mean, I can be pretty awesome, but I am not Kara. So… problematic.

Verdict - Lena, I adore you. And I hope we can be friends. Do you need anything? Should I deliver flowers to Kara for you? Do you need me to proofread your love letters and poetry? I can run and get you more wine. Do you need company for the holidays? Do you need a bridesmaid for your wedding? Have you and Kara set a date? Keep me updated. My calendar is open.

Originally posted by agronskaya18

So here we are! There are more characters to consider, but we would be here all night/day. And I am pretty sure most of you already hate me. So I will keep this short. FINAL ANSWER: JODI RUTHERFORD. JUST LET ME LOVE YOU!

Originally posted by ladyandherarmour

Sorry for the long post and Katie spam!
LOOK AT HER JAW!!!!

Honorable Mention - Jules Daly
(Part 2)

Demon Lord Byron

I only intended for this to be a doodle but I got carried away… as such, I drew this on a scrap piece of paper (which explains why it cuts at a weird place). 

I have never physically suffered because of a drawing until this one. xD Strained my eyes with the details, got a cramp in my hand (which has worsened because I thought I was fine enough to finish it), all that good stuff. :’U 

@pumpkin-cinderella and I have been saying that Byron kind of fits the image of a demon lord… and I finally got to drawing it. (Also, thanks for letting me spam you with my WIP XD)

@lustfullyleocrawford, thanks for putting up with my whining, as always. :v

Please do not repost elsewhere, thank you. Reblogs are a-okay. (~_~)

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Giveaway time!!!!

So as a thank you for following and being here (there’s suddenly a crazy amount of you) I decided to do a giveaway!

Quick rules:

1. Must be following me.
2. Reblog this post if you’re interested in getting a postcard sized print of my art (#myart) posted on this blog or maybe something SJM themed that is entirely new/not yet posted. I’ll be randomly selecting -or I’ll make my roommate do it- 10 people next Friday (4/7) and will need to be able to message you for mailing addresses. My goal will be to have everything in the mail that following Monday.
3. Reblog as many times as you want, just please don’t spam yo people. No giveaway blogs.

Let me know if you have any questions and thanks again!!!!

Aphobes: *Post spam and harmful things in the ace posit/ivity tags.*

Me and a few others: Hey could you maybe not do that?

Aphobes, fists clenched and teeth grinding: Literally fuck you? You’re so rude. I can’t believe you won’t let ME go against TUMBLR’S GUIDELINES and spam/harm people, some of which are lgbt+ without being ace or aro and some of which are LITERAL CHILDREN!

“PEOPLE CAN ONLY TRULY BE SAVED BY OTHER PEOPLE”

HELP I THINK I’M HURTING MYSELF???

Yato is letting Hiyori go?? This can’t be happening?? HELP? Look at his face. HE LOVES HIYORI SO MUCH.

okay ! it’s that time of the year again where i just want to show some appreciation for the lovely people on tumblr dot com who make my dashboard beautiful. as always, i love every single one of my followers and mutuals but those are the people who make my time here just exceptional, whether we talk daily, you let me spam you with memes or we have a lot of threads. you’re all talented writers and i’m happy to call some of you my close friends. xoxo

# squad

@accidentprcne  › @athenascode  › @butscrewmefirst / @famouspctts  › @electrvcfeel  › @funfatale / @originalbatgirl  › @glowwcrm  › @knxckleskissed  › @livemcre / @taintednow  › @serpenthand / @wreckshavoc  › @showmaxter  › @vanityriot  › @welldriven / @leftown  › @wildmoored

# people i love

@bloodamy › @brokenragdoll › @cantbeatyourbike › @cowld › @crimsonclaws › @dayfangs› @diiedloved › @eatsboys › @edomson › @famedqueen › @harleenie › @humxnatheart › @mercyinvite › @moonscared / @worldcfdarkness › @necromantiia › @northernvengeance › @pinetrapped › @primxs › @pzzlebx › @quietbeauty › @rcmani › @sadstarllet › @serialqueen › @shcc-it / @stackhcuse › @shxyme › @silverawayyy › @trashkick / @falseprayers › @undeciided / @piinkperfection › @violetguts › @whimsicalgodfrey › @withalisp

Okay, I’ll just queue the rest of the headcanons, because this is getting reeeaally spam-y! Just let me say that you guys have the most amazing headcanons and I’m so happy to be able to read them all! Thank you for sending them in! 

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Jensen & Quinn Mrs. Jensen Chapter One "History" Jake Jensen/The Losers Fanfiction
Jensen has been happily dating Clay’s little sister, Quinn, for almost a year now and is totally stoked to be moving in with her and her two kids. Things couldn’t be better, yet Jensen can’t help but think how cool it would be to get hitched one day. Will an unfortunate disaster help change Quinn’s mind on marriage?
By Organization for Transformative Works

Warnings: None

Pairing: Jake Jensen (Chris Evans) / Quinn Andrews OFC (Alexandra Daddario)

Summary: Jensen and Quinn are in the process of official moving Jensen into their condo, but Quinn isn’t leaving his place until she finds what she’s looking for. 

Special Thanks to @theycallmebecca @ariallane and @daisyjm75 You girls are awesome! Thank you for beta reading and listening to all of my neurotic ramblings! LOL

Here goes nothing! I’m very excited for this new series and I really hope that you guys like it. I’m going to use my old taglist, but if you’d like off the list please let me know so I’m not spamming you! LOL

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