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John Watson, James Sholto, and The Blanched Soldier

I haven’t been able to find any metas written about this, but TSOT was so long ago that perhaps parts of this have been discussed already. I read The Case-book of Sherlock Holmes recently, and since S4 appears to be all about the Case-book stories, it seems appropriate to write something on this one now. This story wasn’t at all what I expected it to be, even knowing Sherlock inside and out.

The Blanched Soldier is one of only two Sherlock Holmes stories that Holmes narrates himself:

“Speaking of my old friend and biographer, I would take this opportunity to remark that if I burden myself with a companion in my various little inquiries it is not done out of sentiment or caprice, but it is that Watson has some remarkable characteristics of his own to which in his modesty he has given small attention amid his exaggerated estimates of my own performances. A confederate who foresees your conclusions and course of action is always dangerous, but one to whom each development comes as a perpetual surprise, and to whom the future is always a closed book, is indeed an ideal helpmate.“

But of course, the bulk of this story is not about Holmes and Watson at all; it’s about two soldiers with a very close relationship.

“We formed a friendship–the sort of friendship which can only be made when one lives the same life and shares the same joys and sorrows.“

… 91-year old spoilers and more under the cut.

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Islam is NOT a cancer: a response to blanket statements

When some ass comments on a post you make about how the North West has seen terrorism before and how we’ve endured it and comments “Islam is cancer”. How uneducated can you be? Christianity has supported going to war and annihilating those who don’t believe in God. We had whatever amount of Holy Wars to bring Christianity to the Middle East and to own Jerusalem.

No religion is a cancer. Religions are written by humans and so are imperfect and flawed. Whether you believe in an almighty deity or not, the religion you ascribe to is the product of human hands and minds. It is imperfect. It is flawed. It is full of prejudice and mysticism. This is what religions are made of, no matter the form they take.

Religions are not cancers. The people who use them to do good are worth a thousand of those who use them to do harm. I’ve seen Muslims who have stopped in the middle of the street and helped out complete strangers. I’ve also seen Muslims who have walked on by while a dog lay dying in the street. I’ve seen Christians do the same.

How many Christians walk past homeless people on the street? How many of you clutch your bags tighter? Walk faster? Avert your gaze or focus on your phone?

Are you not poor Christians for that?

What of those IRA bombers who were catholics? The Ulster Unionists who engaged in paramilitary warfare with the IRA in Northern Ireland? The British military? The Black and Tans?

If the above are not cancerous, if Christianity in all its forms is not cancerous, then you cannot say Islam is.

Islam was born of Christianity. Christianity was born of Judaism. They are Abrahamic religions. Not one of them is perfectly clear or concise in how it handles violence or encroachment. They all preach love and tolerance on the one hand, while on the other there are pronouncements of engaging in Holy Wars.

The cancer has never been religion. It has also been those who wrote them and those who use them with the intent to sow discord, distrust, to kill and maim and to justify it all with selective statements from religious texts thousands of years old.

Islam is not a cancer.

People are.

  • John : *Enters in the lab at Bart's*
  • Sherlock : ( Calmly ) Afghanistan or Iraq?
  • John : *OMFG so smart*
  • Sherlock : *MINE*
The Children of War 〉Chapter 1

Originally posted by bencemeraketiyidegilim

(Inspired by the Korean Drama, Descendants of the Sun).

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“Doctor, am I going to die? Mom and dad won’t tell me anything. I’m scared.”
As my team prepped her for surgery, I gave the little girl my most brilliant smile.
“Do you know who I am, SooJung?”
“You’re Doctor Lu?…”
“That’s right. I’m Lu. I’m 25. The youngest surgeon to ever graduate from Seoul National Institute. I’ve cut open more patients than the oranges you opened in your entire life, and every single one of them survived. I made so many miracles, people calls me Jesus Christ!”.
“Tsh, she’s lying”.
Hanna, a 29 year old anaesthesiologist and also my best friend, said with a smile. “Well, just about the Jesus Christ part. Everything else is absolutely true. These surgeries have a 100% survival rate”.
I smiled, holding SooJung’s little hand.
“You hear that? As long as you are under my knife, you will definitely not die!”
Her eyes sparkled. For the first time in that day they didn’t show fear.
“Wow, you’re so cool! I want to be just like you when I grow up!”
“Well, why not?” I smiled, presenting the most confidence face I could.
In the operation room, there is no room for errors, no room for doubt. We are gods that try to make miracles happen, but we know within every God of live, there’s a God of death. Even if I’m the fastest and most skilled surgeon in the world, as long as I keep practicing, chances are quite big that one day, someone will die in my hands.
SooJung yawned slightly, her eyes closing. Hanna looked up at me and nodded.
That’s right. One day someone will die in my hands.
But today is not that day.

Something warm and dry brushed my cheek and I stirred. There was a hiss and the sounds of footsteps scurrying closer to me.
I heard someone speaking something, but I didn’t recognize who it was.
“Did she just collapsed here?”
Now, this voice. It was a tone that I could recognize anywhere.
“Taehyung?” I blinked but my eyes felt so heavy. I couldn’t even recognize the faces before me.
Shifting, I tried to lift myself up but my entire body gave out on the exact same spot. My cheek hit the floor with a little thud.
Oh right. I fell asleep on the floor didn’t I?
Together with my team, the surgery was a success.
It had taken 8 hours of nonstop work. As soon as I left the operation room, I fell asleep on the corridor.
“Good job Taehyung. You woke her up. It’s not like she needs to rest or anything.”
I could practically hear Hanna rolling her eyes.
Before my brain could cooperate with my eyes, I felt my whole body being lifted up.
Strong arms held me tight against a equal strong chest. It was so comforting and warm.
“Just go back to sleep, Lu”.
Kim Taehyung, my boyfriend, also a surgeon, 25 years old, an incredibly kind, gentle and empathetic person.
As Taehyung whispered against my ear, I could feel his chest rumble. It seemed like he was a giant cat.
I sighed, nuzzling my face into his shirt. It smelled like our bed at home.

Falling asleep at the hospital is not uncommon. I’m the best example of that.
I woke up a few hours later, in my small room at the hospital, shared by me and other two doctors.
I was alone. I groaned and turned over, my face rubbing against the soft sheets. So smooth.
“Hum? Ricky?” I grabbed the small teddy bear in my hands and smiled. “How did you end up here Buddy? I thought I left you at home.”
Ricky is my teddy bear. I have it since I was like one year old.
Finally, I noticed something on the table next to my bed.
A note?
I grabbed the piece of paper and rubbed my eyes before reading it. I could feel my face relaxing into a warm smile.
Taehyung never failed to cheer me up.
“Hey Lu. If you’re reading this, it means I’m still in the operation room doing the bypass. Ricky was so alone in our bed this morning, I had to bring him along. If you get home before I do, there’s chicken nuggets and rice in the fridge. It’s already in a container so you can just put it in the microwave. I love you, see you soon”.
Instead of a signature, there was a chocolate placed on the side of the note. I smiled and touched my own cheeks. They were hot, I was blushing.
It took all of my power not giggle and jump like a little school girl.
Is this guy even real?

I ended up calling my best friend, rambling at her like always.
“Who the heck does that? Seriously. I am in cloud nine.”
“Just Mr.Perfect Doctor Dreamy Kim Taehyung”. Hanna said, laughing at the other side of the line.
“He carried me to bed! And didn’t forget to bring Ricky and the bed smells like him, and he also left me a chocolateeee”.
Hanna made a “ew” sound and I rolled my eyes.
“I’m getting diabetes just listening this.”
“Don’t be such an ass just because you are single hum?”
We continued to talk and laugh while I walked towards the terrace on the last floor. It was a beautiful night.
“It’s not fair Hanna. I feel like I don’t deserve him? He is like perfect, everything he does. What can I do to top this?! Our future kids are totally going to love him more than me.” I faked a crying sound, mouth full of chocolate.

Suddenly, and I swear to God I don’t know what happened, I heard a loud thump and a hiss, and a crying sound too…`
It was one of those horror movie moments where everything seems to move in slow motion.
“Who are you? Last time I checked this is the last floor. How did you get up here?” I asked horrified.
There was a young man, with military clothes, with  slight tanned skin that glowed in the night.
Shadows pooled under his naked collarbones, the muscles rippling under his bruised skin.
BRUISED. Why does he seem like he just arrived from war?
“I’m an angel. I flew”.
I blinked a couple of times, looking at him.
His blood was dripping, yet he was smiling like nothing was wrong. Should I help him? But like, maybe he is some hallucination. I’m too tired lately, maybe it’s exactly what he is.
“I heard your sweet voice and before I knew it, I was here. You’d be amazed at how efficient jetpacks powered by attraction are.” He winked at me, which resulted at me giving a step back in response.
“You’re bleeding..”
He looked down at the blood on his clothes and then back at me and shrugged. Like what? Doesn’t he feel any pain at all?
Before I could say something, a crying sound arrived to my ears.
“That's… That’s a baby on your back?”
I stared at him in disbelief. He started unrapping the bandages that were tying the baby to him, using only one hand. I saw the other one was bruised, injured.
“Oh my God, what is going on?” I asked desperate, as I helped him dealing with the baby, instinctively checking her over to see if she had injuries.
“Come with me”. I said in a hurry, pulling him by his wrist.

We immediately arrived at my small bedroom on the fourth floor and I laid her on the bed, heaving a sigh of relief.
“Is she alright doctor?”
“She seems unhurt.”
He gave me the exact same smile again. “I’m glad”.
He was pretty weird. It was like he was bulletproof.
“She needs a closer examination, but you…”
Before I could finish my sentence, he lost his balance. Instinctively, I took a step forward my arms getting ready to support him. He held my gaze for a brief moment before collapsing on me.
I stumbled backwards, taking his entire weight with my small body.
I knew I should’ve take him to the operation room.
His rapid breathing felt hot on my cheek. The tips of his dark hair tickled my skin.
I could feel his blood seeping down through my white gown.
“It's…cold..” His soft, trembling lips brushed against my ear. At that moment, all the events caught up to my brain.
He was going into shock. If I didn’t do anything…this boy was going to break, for sure.
A scream ripped out of my throat.

I could see what was going to happen next. Images playing in my mind. My team would be alerted. Nurses would take the baby. We would rush him to the operation room, stop the bleeding and replace his blood supplies, talk to him later to see what was wrong, and fix that too…
Care for him until he wakes up, then tell him how cheesy his pickup lines were, and teach him some better ones.
One day, someone would die in my hands.

Today would not be that day.

Coming Home (Snafu Shelton x Reader)

Summary: Reader thinks Merriel died in the war, but he surprises her by coming home. 


Originally posted by spxirs

Your name: submit What is this? //

               You sat in the chair, staring into space, while the kids charged above you, yelling at the top of their voices. Your sister’s kids always had you at wits ends with their constant screaming. You didn’t have much of a choice but to deal with it every single day. At least, until Merriell could come home, then we could finally get an apartment together again.

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       I’ve only been into Teen Wolf for a year, but what a year it’s been! I never thought, when tumblr seduced me into watching a show about werewolves, that it would take over my life and, more importantly, my closet. I’ve always been a cosplayer, even before I knew what that meant, and dressing up as my favorite characters when I go to conventions is something I’ve been doing for years. So when I realized that I could buy exact outfits from the shows on sites like ebay and poshmark, I started looking for any exact matches I could find.

       The first piece I identified and purchased was Lydia’s skirt from “Wolf Moon” and “More Bad Than Good.” From then on, I was hooked. My newfound passion led to the creation of teenwolfoutfitshoppe, which I run myself, and teenwolfcosplay, where I’m a co-mod. I share whatever active links I can with my followers, so they can add Teen Wolf clothes to their closets, too. They’ve even been helping out and sending in links when they stumble across something from Teen Wolf. My co-mod and I even give advice on how to alter outfits that have been modified by Teen Wolf’s wardrobe staff, and how to achieve the hair styles.

       Everything I’ve learned from being part of these two blogs has helped me personally, as well. I found the perfect outfits to wear for my cosplays at NYCC last year, where I got to meet the Stilinski men and creator Jeff Davis. Both Jeff and Dylan commented on my Lydia dress from the 3A mid-season finale, even though I had ditched my wig by that point in the day. It made my weekend so much better, since I had lost my voice, and the Teen Wolf guys were really sweet and even laughed at my ‘banshee lost her voice’ joke. It was one of my most memorable con experiences, to date.

       In a surprising way, Teen Wolf’s helped me in my career, too. Like some college graduates, I have no idea what I want to do with my life, even though I loved majoring in Italian. Now, I feel like I could really see myself making a career in fashion, and my new job as a sales associate has those kind of opportunities available. I actually applied there because Teen Wolf featured so many outfits from the store, and they liked how enthused I am about the clothing. So, thank you, Teen Wolf, for both my closet full of cute outfits and for introducing me to possibilities I never realized were out there.

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