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New Family - Requested

Requested by @tanovic54321 :  Can u do a fluff Sherlock imagine where his gf accompanies him to a family thing & she brings her sons for the first time his family (& him)meet them & slowly people realizes that the two little boys are tiny versions of Sherlock & Mycroft?

Pairing: Sherlock x reader.

Word count: 1,169

Warnings: This is mostly focused on the kids.

A/N: As someone who has lived this kind of situation (as in the kid’s point of view) I figured it would be too much to have many people there, so I reduced it a bit.


It was a big step – a huge step, more likely – for Sherlock and (Y/N)’s relationship. They never expected to get that far and so they decided to keep the kids out of it.

She had two young boys, smart and sympathetic, highly functional kids. Sherlock knew about them and even liked them in spite of having met them only two or three times maximum.

“Are you sure about this?” She stuttered. They were outside her home and the kids were inside. Sherlock wanted to take them all to a family thing.

“Of course I’m sure,” Sherlock assured, acting offended by the question. “I’ve never been more sure in my life.”

“I’m sure the correct word is ‘surer’, Sher.” (Y/N) chuckled.

“Surer sounds stupid.” Sherlock beamed, “Now call the boys and let’s go.”

(Y/N) hesitated but eventually called them. Sherlock noticed how the oldest one was clearly bigger than the other, not only in height but also he was chubbier. The younger one had a curly mess on his head, and he seemed to be skinnier and shyer.

“Michael, Shepherd, remember Mister Holmes?” (Y/N) asked as she pushed the two boys out.

“How do you do?” They both asked in mechanical voices.

“Nice to see you again, lads.” Sherlock greeted back.

“Mommy, is he going to take us to jail?” Shepherd, the younger, inquired.

“No, not at all,” Sherlock replied.

“Obviously,” Michael snapped, “he only takes criminals to jail. If you knew how to properly read, you’d know.”

“Enough, Michael.” (Y/N) warned. The kid shut his mouth but he kept the superiority pose.

“Where are we going, Mister Holmes?” Shepherd continued.

“I’m taking you to my country house to meet my parents and my brother,” Sherlock explained calmly.

“Why?” Shepherd asked.

“Because he’s mommy’s new boyfriend!” Michael huffed.

Shepherd gasped and tried to act surprised. Before (Y/N) could reply, Shep punched Michael’s arm.

“We had to keep it secret!” Shepherd cried.

“Enough!” (Y/N) split them. “Are you sure you want to take them?”

Sherlock giggled warmly. “Yes, my mother will love them.”

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Hogwarts Houses as Once Upon a Time Characters
  • for anon
  • Gryffindor: Robin Hood (selfless, courageous, willing to give people a chance)
  • Slytherin: Rumplestiltskin / Mr. Gold (protective, cunning, willing to do anything to get what he wants)
  • Ravenclaw: Henry (imaginative, creative, wise beyond his age)
  • Hufflepuff: Emma Swan (acts because it's the right thing to do, not because it's heroic)
Owned - pt 9

Originally posted by hopeatuuli

The doctor wanted to see you both today, as soon as possible. Both of you, confused and silent on the way there.

You almost fell asleep once again in his arms until the driver announced that you were five minutes away.

“Good morning Doctor Lu, is everything okay?” Namjoon asked her.

“We hope so. I just got the test results back.” She flipped through some papers and circled a few words. “You’re not pregnant Mrs. Kim but these tests show signs of a serious issue.”

“How serious?” Namjoon questioned.

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Who’s the Boss now? (ft. Jimin)
  • Word count: 2593


I changed the idea a bit, hope you’ll be satisfied anyway :)

“Mr. Park. We have to go.” You said out loud after peeking into your boss’ office.

He raised his head from the papers right away and nodded, gathering some important documents to put into his briefcase. In the meantime, you fixed your tight, black skirt to make sure that it covers a bigger part of your legs. With the corner of your eye you noticed your boss glancing at you, while you were busy trying to look decent enough for a business meeting.

An important conference was being held in the company you were a secretary in. Back a few days ago your boss, Mr. Park, asked you to reserve some time for today to keep him company and make a protocol at the meeting. Especially for this occasion, you picked your outfit very carefully. From what you’ve gotten to know, a few important personas were invited to attend the meeting, so you had no other choice, but to represent your company well along with your boss.

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Originally posted by diablito666

“Did you guys see that?” One of your friends asked as something whizzed through the sky over head.

“What was it?” You called, grabbing the little pots of soil samples as the rest of your friends hurried out of the wooded area in time to watch something huge fall from the sky with a resounding boom.

The group looked at each other before packing up your kit and slowly making your way to an abandoned building that was in the thick of the woods. Everyone froze when the huge green lump curled on the grip moved and roared at you, naturally the entire group screamed until it was obvious that you’d both scared each other.

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Conflict of Interest

Alright, folks, it’s been awhile and I’m rusty, so forgive me this self-indulgent fic drawing on the unnecessary research I’ve done recently for prosecutorial conflicts of interest.

E/R, lawyer AU, Modern AU, established relationship (of sorts).

“Your Honor, can we meet in chambers?”

Judge Fauchelevent sighed and just managed to avoid pinching the bridge of her nose. “Mr. Enjolras,” she said, drawing out the last syllable as an exaggerated sigh. “We’ve barely begun the arraignment. What is so important that it can’t even wait until the State brings forward charges?”

Enjolras straightened his tie, the red standing out starkly against his crisp white shirt and $2,000 suit, far nicer than the usual public defender could even consider affording. “I’d be happy to discuss it with Your Honor in chambers,” he said carefully.

Cosette rolled her eyes. “Approach the bench,” she ordered, watching as Enjolras stalked up to the bench while he conspicuously avoided glancing at the less well-dressed Assistant Defense Attorney who was taking his time ambling forward. “Mr. Enjolras,” Cosette said, a warning edge to her voice, “I’m sure whatever objection you want to raise on behalf of your client can wait until after the arraignment.”

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Loved You First (Part 3)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: The reader just returned from a long trip abroad, only to discover her best friend, Peggy Carter, is engaged to none other than her heartbreakingly beautiful ex-boyfriend, Bucky Barnes. (Modern au!)

Word Count: 2.2k

Wanings: none

A/n: Me actually posting something: a concept. Thank you for sticking around I love y’all :))

Tags:  @minervaem @imaginingbucky @buchananbarnestrash@illuminationunknown @aweways @aboxinthestars @marvel-fanfiction @alwayshave-faith @kapolisradomthoughts @johnmurphys-sass @captainmqmeep @iamwarrenspeace @missmalfoy1703 @allyp1023@fourtyninekirbygamzeegirl @38leticia @love-dria @archer-whovian-violinist @rockintensse @awwtommo @heytherepartner @theloveablesociopath @gerardwayisapotato @stevnsbucks @littlenerdgirl16

Part 1 | Part 2

Originally posted by seabasschino

A week went by, and you managed to push your conflicting thoughts about Bucky to the back of your mind. You spent a lot of your time working with Peggy to plan her wedding. The two of you looked at floral arrangements, bridesmaid dresses, and different venues. Bucky was largely absent, as he had to fly to Chicago for a business trip.

“(Y/n), what do you think about this one?” Peggy asked, gesturing toward a tall vase with dahlias and hydrangeas peeking out of the top. You wrinkled your nose.

“It’s too tall,” you mused. “Your guests should be able to see each other over the centerpieces.” You ran your index finger over a shiny leaf. The two of you continued to walk around the shop, smelling and admiring the multitude of different centerpieces. As you rounded a corner, Peggy stopped, her hand latching onto your forearm.

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Come with me? - Jughead x Reader

Requested: No

Warnings: None

A/N: This is my first fic to Riverdale, I hope you like it. Please give me some Feedback :)

Summary: You and Jughead are best friends, when he goes to talk to his Dad, he asks you to come with him. Afterwards you tell him your feelings.

You sat in the student lounge, when Jughead came in and waved you over to him.
“Hey Juggie, whats up?” You smiled at him. He frowned a bit and gently pulled you outside in the hallway. “I have to tell you something, can we go somewhere a bit more quiet?” you nodded and while you walked to a bench behind the school, you glanced at him worriedly. He looked tired, his eyes were downcast in an attempt to hide his emotions.
You sat down and waited for him to talk. You knew he always takes his time when he tells you something important and you respected that.
When he started to speak his voice was quiet, like he was embaressed of what he had to explain to you.
“Fred Andrews fired my Dad some time ago because he started to drink and made business with the wrong people. So my Mom took Jellybean and moved to my grandparents.” He let out a shaky breath. “I coudn’t live there any more, so I moved to the Drive-In. Now that they closed it, I live under the staircase in school.” he confessed.
You gasped. “Jughead! Why didn’t you tell me? I could have talked to my parents, I’m sure they would’ve invited you to live in our guest room.” The raven haired boy looked at you shyly. “I thought you already had your own shit to deal with. I mean I know that Polly and Betty were your best friends. And that you and Betty helped each other through it.” He let his head fall down again.
“Juggie…” You hugged him tightly and whispered: “Don’t ever think that again, okay? I’m your best friend, I will always be there for you, do you hear that?”
He responded by holding on to you stronger. “Thank you y/n.” He let go of you and looked in your eyes. “That isn’t everything though. Archie asked his Dad to give mine another chance. But he thinks that he won’t take it, if I don’t talk to him.” He sighed, before he continued: “I haven’t been home since I moved to the Drive-In. I don’t want to go there alone… Would you maybe come with me?” Your best friend glanced at you with a hopefull expression.
You lightly stroked his back. “Of course I’ll come with you, Juggie. We could go there right after school. What do you think?”
He nodded. “Yeah… thank you y/n, really.”

As soon as school was out, you and Jughead made your way to his home. When the trailer came in sight you noticed Jughead was shaking slightly, so you took his hand and squeezed it a little. He gave you a small smile in return. He hesitated a second before he opened the door and walked in. You followed him slowly.
Inside it was shady and messy. You saw various beer bottles and other alcoholic drinks, on the table and also on the floor were cigarette butts and a few mugs as ashtrays. The air smelled like cold smoke, it left you coughing a bit.
You heard heavy footsteps making it’s way towards Jughead and you. His Father looked like he had a few beers to much. He was struggling to walk straight and when he saw you two he stopped, almost tripping.
“The lost son returns…” He said to Jughead, who looked ashamed of his Father and the mess he lived in.
“How you doin’?” his Dad asked.
Jughead mumbled: “Hanging in there.”
“Yeah me too.” His Father put the bottle he was holding in one of the cupboards. “Is this your girlfriend?”
You shook your head. “Uhm… no Sir, I’m y/n. It’s been a while since we last met. Jug and I are just friends.” You didn’t show how it hurt you to say that. You always wanted your relationship to be more than best friends, but you never mentioned it to anyone.
“Yeah, sure. I remember. You go to school together.” Mr. Jones said to himself.
Jughead scrached his neck nervously. “Actually Dad, I came by to ask, i-if you would consider going back to work with Fred Andrews.”
You studied Mr. Jones expectantly. “Yeah, he called me, I said no.” You sighed quietly.
Jugheads shoulders dropped.
“He fired me Jughead.” His father continued. “What kind of man would I be if I went back hat in hand?”
You could sense that Jughead was getting mad. “For starters? A man with a job, trying to fix this family?”
Mr. Jones scoffed. “Talk to your Mom. She’s the one who gave up on us… took your sister.” He turned around to leave the room.
You took a step towards Jughead, who tried to stay calm. “Can you please just go to see Mr. Andrews? He is willing to give you another chance.”
With a bitter laugh Mr. Jones turned around to face his son again. “He’s willing… huh? After all the crap he pulled on me!” With that he walked over to sit in a chair.
Jughead rolled his eyes, before following him. “Dad, do you want to see our family back together?” You gently rubbed his arm to comfort him. “Mom and Jellybean could come home, I could come home too.” He took a last glance at his Dad. “It’s not to late.”
With that he opend the front door and walked out of the trailer. You muttered a quick goodbye before following him and closing the door behind you. Jughead stood there rubbing his face. “I hope he listened to me y/n.”
“I think he did, Juggie. I believe he will at least try.” You lifted his chin so that he could see the faith in your eyes. “You showed him that you still care about him. Now it is his turn and he knows that.”
Jughead put his hand over yours. “Thank you y/n, I don’t think I could have done this without you.” To your surprise he bent down to place a light kiss on your cheek. You could feel the butterflies in your stomach explode with joy and you immediatly blushed.
To hide it you quickly took his hand and dragged him towards the direction of your house. “You will be sleeping in our guest room for tonight. And tomorrow we’re gonna take your stuff from under the staircase to your new home. No ifs, no buts!”
“Okay, okay, I understand.” Jughead giggled.

It was almost midnight. You and Jughead sat together on your bed and watched an old film. Except you didn’t really watch the film, but you stole side glances at Jughead.
“Hey y/n what are you looking at? Hm? Have I something in my face?” He suddenly laughed.
‘Oh crap, he noticed…’ you thought.
“Uhm, no nothing I was just thinking that… you know, it was very brave of you, the way you talked to your Dad today. Not many would give him another chance. But you did.”
“I’m not giving up on him.” Jughead smiled sadly. “Not yet.” he added.
That was what you liked so much about Jughead. He was always so kind and caring.
You just sat there looking into each others eyes, when you pulled all your courgage together to finally say the words that were always present when you were with him.
“I love you, Juggie.”
His eyes opened widely at your confession and you were about to say something to take back what you said, because you were afraid you just ruined your friendship, when Jughead cupped your face and let his lips collied with yours.
You closed your eyes and deepened the kiss by slowly opening your mouth to allow his tongue in. It was a slow and shy, yet passionate kiss. You laid all your love in this kiss to show him how much he is wanted.
When you pulled away, you were both out of breath, but had the biggest smile on your faces.
Jughead looked at you with a loving expression.
“I love you too, y/n.”


“Everyone has a purpose, every action has a meaning. I believe in destiny. There must be a reason that I am as I am. There must be.” - Robin Williams

Rest in peace to this man who brought me light in my darkest of days and always reminded me how to laugh or smile. Such a talented man who I will forever owe ♡



requested by @xomarti

A/N : This is just for all the ladies who feel ugly, fat or stupid ! You’re all beautiful the way you are. I love you.

Originally posted by stellarollins

I’m fat, ugly and fat… Oh wait I already said it.

I looked myself in underwear in the mirror. These love handles, these pounds overweight, a disgusting ass and thighs too thick. I hate myself. Since my delivery of my girl six months ago, Claire. She suddenly became the light of my life, it monopolizes all my time. I didn’t think that only a child can change a life so. I don’t have any more time to take care of ME and my marriage. I lost all the confidence which I had in me. Seth feels it and I know that he tries to help me to become again this woman whom he has loved. But it’s hard, so hard that we didn’t have sex since my delivery. It begins to annoy him and I understand him, he is a man after all.

“You’re finally sleeping.” I said in breath. I put my babygirl in her cradle. I actually love watch her sleeping, we are often only both at home, thus I got used to being alone with Claire.

“She’s so beautiful.” I heard Seth’s voice behind me, Then I felt one of his hands skipping on my hip which continued his way under my very large sweatshirt. “We made a good job.”

“Ye..ah.” I stuttered because of the stress that I felt at this moment, I believe even that we could see my heart beating through my item.

“I’ve always wanted to have a little me…” He whispered into my ear and I felt that he pressed me even more against him. His breath was hot on my neck. I also wanted it but I just couldn’t… He did not have to touch me nor see me naked.

“That’s… cool.”

“Come on babe, I want to spend some little time together.” His voice got deeper and deeper, I turned around to face him. He carried only a jogging. The room was rather dark, but a small lit light his face and I noticed that his eyes expressed many of desire. “You have no excuses tonight, babe.”

“I have to prepare her feeding-bott…” “I did it.” he replied. “I also have to clean our…” “The house is clean (Y/N)… I have done all of that baby.” He approached his face of mine but I was panicked, if he touches my body he will be disgusted and he’ll leave me.

“NO, NO, DON’T FUCKING TOUCH ME !” I screamed by pushing of all my strengths. “LEAVE ME ALONE FOR GOD’S SAKE !”

Seth was a little confused then the traits of his face frowned and the anger could be read on his face.

“You see somebody else ?! Is there any other guys !” He raised the voice. I frowned, how could he think this about me ?! He knows me, I can’t do this !

“Are you Seth ? Do you think that I could do this to you ?”  I say by trying to hide an anger and my vexation.

“You don’t allow me to touch your body, me ! YOUR husband.” He pronounced the “your”, I didn’t want to tell him about my insecurity. “If it’s not that, what is it ?” he asked.

“You don’t need to know but I’m not cheating on you Seth.” I tried to touch his face but he stood back.

“I need to know everything. Talk.” He sounded so bossy.


“So I’m leaving.” He turned his back to me and he moved forward to the door, where did he want to go?

“Where are you going ?” I questioned him, by raising the voice a little bit.

“You don’t need to know, too.” he answered and left.

Strangely, I wanted to run to, catch up him and to explain him all which pass in my head but I could not. Something told me that we needed of this break.

The next day, Seth had not still returned. The worst in it it is because did not answer either my calls or my messages and that all his entourage had none news too. I wondered how he was able to disappear like that! I felt bad, it’s my fault if he had left. I sat in the conservatory watching for everything movement from the outside by hoping to see Seth returning. The concern ate away at me from the inside, only the laughter of my princess helped me to not crack. I realized that my lack of confidence in me was little by little to waste my life: I didn’t go out anymore, I see nobody anymore, I accepted no demand of exit between friends, I am jealous of my best friend who is still stunning even if she has two children. I stay at home as grandma.

He had to be in the surroundings 10pm when Seth’s black sedan parked in the driveway. I felt an indescribable enjoyment! He had finally returned, oh gosh…When he went out of his car, I could read on his face that he was more calmed. Then he passed in next to me, as a draft. I knew that he was resentful and that I had to make the first one the step.

I followed him through the house, “Seth, can we have a discussion ? Please !” I almost begged him.

“Oh, Mrs is willing to talk now. Let me announce to you, that it’s too late.” He sounded so sarcastic.

“It’s never too late !” I insisted.

We went at the same time into the room, he tried to go to the dressing room but I prevented him from entering by interposing me in front of him. The tension between us was enormous: so sexual as in anger. Seth had to measure some meters furthermore than me what put him in a strong position. I looked him straight in the eyes I did not know if I could tell me all that I had in my heart.

“Now I’m not asking you to listen to me, because you HAVE to listen to me.” I imposed this rule, a light smile took shape on his lips.

“I’m all ears.” He smirked.

I took a deep breath then I started to talk. “I tried to say it to you several but … It is some thing of complicated to say. Well, you’ll find maybe that ridiculous but …”

“Look at him.” He raised delicately my chin then he crashed the eyes in mine.

“But… Oh my god. I can’t !” I realized that it was even more complicated than I imagined. “It’s just so complicated Seth… If you wanna leave me, I’ll understand because I’m weak and you don’t deserve someone like me. I suck.” I groaned, angry at myself.

“Baby, I can’t believe it’s that serious. I know, you can’t cheat on me. So, talk to me (Y/N), please.” He took my hands between his and tightened them hardly.

“So… After the birth of Claire, I lost all the confidence which I had in me and now I am horrible. I don’t support looks of people and above all when you touch me. Why ? Because I feel that I am big and that I am not anymore like before. And that you touch this body … You deserve better. If I cannot accept this, I know that you cannot accept this too.”

“This is why you did not more want to make him it ?” he asked.

I nodded.

“You thought that I will be disgusted by your new body ?”

I nodded once again.

He embraced me then he held me tighter by plunging his face into my hair. I had just revealed him what prevent me from living during six months, and I feel if light now. To hide from him in was maybe a big error. I was especially afraid that he confirms me all my thoughts.

“These ” extra kilos" as you calls them are the memory of the most beautiful thing which arrived to us. And I find that it suits you very well, I adore them these plump buttocks, these well furnished breasts and these beautiful hips. Your body is magnificent as it is, you are magnificent. You will have to learn to love yourself again and I am going to help you.“ He said softly against my ear. "I love you” he added by kissing my neck.

Sherlolly Appreciation Week 2017 - Day Six

A/N: Somehow, and I have absolutely no idea how, I am on track to pull off seven short fics in seven days for my FOURTH Appreciation Week in a row!  So yay me.  Dialogue in the first scene is borrowed from “The Six Thatchers” because borrowing stuff from other people is apparently a thing I do this week.  Unbeta’d, as per.  Will go up on and Ao3 later tonight or early tomorrow morning.

Sherlolly Appreciation Week 2017 – Day Six (Canon Compliant – Season 4)


“Father, we ask you to send your blessings on this water.”  Vicar Thomlin drew the sign of the cross in the baptismal font.  “And sanctify it for our use this day, in Christ’s name.”

He turned to Mary, John, and their tiny baby.  “Now, what name have you given your daughter?”

John and Mary share a look, then Mary proudly told the Vicar, “Rosamund Mary.”

As if he were surprised, Sherlock lifted his gaze from his phone for a moment.  “Rosamund?”

“Means ‘rose of the world’,” Molly whispered.  She smiled. “Rosie for short.”

Sherlock nearly rolled his eyes before returning his attention to his phone.

“Didn’t you get John’s text?” she asked, wondering if there was some chance John had accidentally forgotten to inform Sherlock of the latest (and final, thank goodness) name choice.

“No, I delete his texts.”  His thumbs continued to fly across the mobile screen.  “I delete any text that begins, ‘Hi’.”

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- Always holds you really close when you cuddle.
- Let’s you borrow his car at almost anytime.
- If someone shouts something inappropriate at you, he will kindly punch them in the face.
- He knows all your favourite things and loves to surprise you with them.
- If at it’s 2am, or 3am, or 4am, or anytime at all and you’re feeling sad, he will come to you in a heartbeat and he will do everything he can to make the bad things go away.
- Doesn’t mind you trying out new makeup techniques on him.
- Being on the phone for hours and hours just doing your own thing and not really talking, but still feeling each other’s presence.
- Your shared hamster, Mr. Hamster.
- He’s always willing to do the washing up. And the cooking. And the cleaning.
- Someone to always laugh at your jokes who also somehow always manages to make you laugh at his.
-Often being nicknamed the cutest couple in Rosewood.
- Being so close with his little sister, Ali, that the pair of you even share clothes.
- Feeling completely loved and accepted for who you are, and learning what it means to love and accept someone for who they are.

- Dealing with the fact that he often goes off the radar for hours or days, it’s even happened for a week before.
- Sometimes he can be ridiculously selfish for no apparent reason.
- Feeling so useless when you can’t help him through a depressive episode, even though you know it’s nobody’s fault and you can’t fix him.
- Explosive arguments.
- Knowing his and his family’s past and finding it hard to trust him completely. 
- Spending so much time together that sometimes (albeit rarely) you get sick of one another and have dumb arguments.
- But also sometimes going through huge periods of not seeing each other and missing him so much you want to cry.
- Having a hard time trying to get your friends to trust him.
- Being unsure what to say when he feels down about the death of his mother. You hug him and hold him close, but it’s hard knowing there’s a deep deep pain in him that you can’t help.

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Youve killed me twice today in fluff and angst.

This is how we die. In fluff and angst. 

Welcome to the inner conflict that is my brain.
The ‘Independent’ Mr. Comey
His prepared testimony shows why he deserved to be fired.

The Senate Intelligence Committee released James Comey’s prepared testimony a day early on Wednesday, and it looks like a test of whether Washington can apprehend reality except as another Watergate. Perhaps the defrocked FBI director has a bombshell still to drop. But far from documenting an abuse of power by President Trump, his prepared statement reveals Mr. Comey’s misunderstanding of law enforcement in a democracy.

Mr. Comey’s seven-page narrative recounts his nine encounters with the President-elect and then President, including an appearance at Trump Tower, a one-on-one White House dinner and phone calls. He describes how he briefed Mr. Trump on the Russia counterintelligence investigation and what he calls multiple attempts to “create some sort of patronage relationship.”

But at worst Mr. Comey’s account of Mr. Trump reveals a willful and naive narcissist who believes he can charm or subtly intimidate the FBI director but has no idea how Washington works. This is not new information.

When you’re dining alone in the Green Room with an operator like Mr. Comey—calculating, self-protective, one of the more skilled political knife-fighters of modern times—there are better approaches than asserting “I need loyalty, I expect loyalty.” Of course the righteous director was going to “memorialize” (his word) these conversations as political insurance.

Comey’s Deserved Dismissal

The FBI chief forfeited his credibility with his 2016 interventions.

Mr. Trump’s ham-handed demand for loyalty doesn’t seem to extend beyond the events of 2016, however. In Mr. Comey’s telling, the President is preoccupied with getting credit for the election results and resentful that the political class is delegitimizing his victory with “the cloud” of Russian interference when he believes he did nothing wrong.

Mr. Comey also confirms that on at least three occasions he told Mr. Trump that he was not a personal target of the Russia probe. But Mr. Comey wouldn’t make a public statement to the same effect, “most importantly because it would create a duty to correct” if Mr. Trump were implicated. This is odd because the real obligation is to keep quiet until an investigation is complete.

More interesting is that Mr. Trump’s frustration at Mr. Comey’s refusal raises the possibility that the source of Mr. Trump’s self-destructive behavior isn’t a coverup or a bid to obstruct the investigation. The source could simply be Mr. Trump’s wounded pride.

The most troubling part of Mr. Comey’s statement is his belief in what he calls “the FBI’s traditionally independent status in the executive branch,” which he invokes more than once. Independent? This is a false and dangerous view of law enforcement in the American system.

Mr. Comey is describing an FBI director who essentially answers to no one. But the police powers of the government are awesome and often abused, and the only way to prevent or correct abuses is to report to elected officials who are accountable to voters. A director must resist intervention to obstruct an investigation, but he and the agency must be politically accountable or risk becoming the FBI of J. Edgar Hoover.

Mr. Comey says Mr. Trump strongly suggested in February that he close the Michael Flynn file, but after conferring with his “FBI senior leadership” he decided not to relay the conversation to Attorney General Jeff Sessions or any other Justice Department superior. If he thought he was being unduly pressured he had a legal obligation to report, and in our view to resign, but he says he didn’t because “we expected” that Mr. Sessions would recuse himself from Russia involvement.

Well, how did he know? Mr. Sessions didn’t recuse himself until two weeks later. Mr. Comey also didn’t tell the acting Deputy AG, who at the time was a U.S. attorney whom Mr. Comey dismisses as someone “who would also not be long in the role.”

This remarkable presumptuousness is the Comey mindset that was on display last year. He broke Justice Department protocol to absolve Hillary Clinton’s mishandling of classified material, without the involvement of Justice prosecutors or even telling then Attorney General Loretta Lynch. Mr. Comey’s disregard for the chain of legal command is why Mr. Trump was right to fire him, whatever his reasons.

Also on Wednesday two leaders of the intelligence community told the Senate Wednesday that they had not been pressured to cover up anything. “I have never been pressured—I have never felt pressured—to intervene or interfere in any way with shaping intelligence in a political way or in relation to an ongoing investigation,” said Director of National Intelligence Dan Coats. National Security Agency Director Mike Rogers added that he never been asked “to do anything I believe to be illegal, immoral, unethical or inappropriate.”

Meanwhile, Mr. Trump announced that he is nominating respected Justice Department veteran Christopher Wray as the next FBI director. Let’s hope Mr. Wray has a better understanding of the FBI’s role under the Constitution than Mr. Comey does.


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“Dude, I was thrown off a waterfall. At least your muscle guy had an exit.”

I’ll Tell You A Story

In the King’s Wood, there lived a mother and her cub.

She loved him very much, but there were other things that lived in the woods,

evil things, like stags and wolves. He could hear them howling in the night. The little cub was frightened.

His mother said, “You are a lion my son, you mustn’t be afraid.”

“For one day all the beasts will bow down to you.”

“You will be king.”

“All the stags will bow,”

“all the wolves will bow,”

“the bears of the North and the foxes of the south,”

“all the birds in the sky”

“and beasts in the sea.”

“They will all come to you little lion, to rest a crown upon your head.”

And the cub said, “Will I be strong and fierce like my father?”

“Yes,” said his mother, “you will be strong and fierce, just like your father.”

Paranatural asks!
  • Max: Do you believe in ghosts or other supernatural phenomena?
  • Ed: If you were a spectral, what color would your spectral energy be and why?
  • Isabel: Are you someone who acts or someone who observes?
  • Isaac: If there was one thing you could change about the past, what would it be?
  • Mr. Spender: Do you think you learn from you mistakes?
  • Johnny: How far would you go to get revenge on someone?
  • Stephen: What's the most unbelievable thing you've ever seen?
  • Ollie: Recount a time when your parent/guardian/etc. embarrassed you.
  • RJ: How far would you go to protect your friends?
  • Suzy: Name something you would consider doing for a career.
  • Collin: A friend does something you think is wrong. Do you confront them? How do you confront them?
  • Dimitri: Do you keep a lot of secrets?
  • Dad Puckett: Regardless of if you want kids, do you think you'd make a good parent?
  • Zoey: Are you the mom friend? If not, who are you to your group of friends?
  • Mom Puckett: Name something on your bucket list.
  • Eightfold: What cliches do you hate in books?
  • Muse: Do you consider yourself an artist?
  • Isaac's Spirit: How hard is it to get you to shake your morals?
  • Lucifer: Name something you consider the spawn of Satan.
  • Scrapdragon: Imagine you are a spectral. Would you rather have a tool, be a medium, both, or neither?
  • Doorman: Name someone you really look up to.
  • Nin: What power would you want to have as a spectral?
  • Forge: Fire, water, earth, or air?
  • PJ: Assuming you have a choice, would you choose to become a ghost before you died?
  • Lefty: Do you still have any childhood friends that you keep in contact with?
  • Dr. Zarei: Are you a charitable person?
  • Isabel's grandfather: Are you a good teacher?
  • Mr. Walker: Do you speak with an accent?
  • Boss Leader: Are you capable of controlling your dreams?
  • Cody: How are you doing, really?
  • Jeff: What are people's first impressions of you?
  • Violet: Do you think you're cool?
  • Lisa: Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate? How do you take your drink?
  • Mr. Garcia: Are you willing to bribe people to get what you want?
  • Ms. Baxter: What's the craziest thing a teacher has ever done your class?
  • Mr. Starchman: Do you reward yourself enough for your accomplishments?