“He thinks it’s the coolest thing that’s ever happened to him. Part of it’s finally knowing what’s going on. And he’s excited to have his friends back– to be part of the in-crowd. Shouldn’t be surprised, I guess. It’s so Quil.”
@hunayweek day 3: separation/distance. you wanted angst and I delivered >:) don’t worry, I’ll ease up on y’all starting tomorrow.
Two things that
people in long distance relationships live for: the time when they get to see
their significant other again, and the time when the distance will go away and
they will be together forever.
forward to the first, though he never knew exactly when it was coming, because
one Galra attack after another made it hard to predict when he would have
enough down time to visit his girlfriend. But it was always bittersweet because
he knew the second would never happen.
I had it up as a rule for quite some time back when the 5B episode first aired and it was very much a problem, and took it down once things died away and it didn’t feel so necessary. But unfortunately this has come up again, and I feel the need to highlight a thing:
I’m not down with people wanting to rp purely so they can ship with the muse. I’m not down for forced shipping. Whether it’s with one of the FCs or the character of Gaston himself. Especially if it’s with one of the FCs.
It feels like you only want the pretty face, or the concept of the character, not me as a writing partner. It feels, quite honestly, that you couldn’t give a flying fuck who’s behind the muse, or even what happens in our threads, as long as romance happens. And that’s a definite no.
Don’t get me wrong: I love shipping. I will gladly ship with anyone. Some of my favourite interactions are ships. And I’m 100% fine with shipping being the end game between our characters. I’m also fine with us starting an interaction with the intent of shipping– as long as you let me know up front. But if you contact me with the singleminded goal of shipping with Gaston, and give the impression that you’d just go to another one if the ship doesn’t happen fast enough with me…
Sherlock’s phone rings constantly at the weekends for cases- a lot of the time, it’s just prank calls which he blocks effortlessly with a roll of the eyes.
But sometimes, children will call Sherlock’s phone number, children who are scared and confused and hurting, and Sherlock will take each call, every time. Often there’s not even something particular that’s happened: John remembers one time when a tearful voice said, “I-I’m s-sorry it’s not an actual crime,” and Sherlock had softly said, “Now, that’s alright. Did you just want a chat? That’s allowed, you know.”
Other times, it’s kids that don’t remember that 999 is the best choice- Sherlock will talk through the steps slowly and patiently, and John’s heart swells with pride listening to him: “Mummy’s fallen, has she? Is she sleeping? Alright, now, I’ve got people who will bring the ambulance to your Mummy, okay? You just need to tell me where your house is. That’s alright, you don’t need to remember the whole address. Is your house a bungalow? Sorry. I mean, is it all just one floor, no stairs? Yes? That’s fantastic, well done you. You’ve done so well. Now, you’ve got to be really brave for me and unlock the front door so the people can get inside to help your Mummy. Your Mummy’s going to be so proud, sweetheart. That’s them arrived? You don’t need to tha- you’re welcome. Bye bye.”
On that particular phone call, it’s nearing midnight when Sherlock hangs up. He’d almost drifted off on the couch but had leapt into action when the phone had rung.
John takes the phone from him, and places it on the table. He smiles. “You’re a good man, Sherlock.”
Sherlock yawns with a shrug, sinking back down into the couch. “They just… someone needs to listen to them. The…they deserve it.” His voice trails off, as he finally allows his heavy eyes to close. John kisses him goodnight.
My country is celebrating 100 years of independence this year and we are also achieving marriage equality on the 1st of March. I can’t think of a better way to celebrate our achievements as a nation than celebrating equality and human rights. Congratulations, Finland, may there be many more victories such as this and may your freedom last a thousand years!
(yes, the Finnish flag appears backwards because she’s waving it around)