oh my babies

  • *in a cab; on the way to the christening*
  • Molly: *happily* Oh isn't this exciting? I bet she looks lovely. And John and Mary are wonderful parents...
  • Sherlock: *on his phone* Mmm.
  • Molly: *sighs* Oh, her name is just beautiful *giggles* I always wanted to name my daughter Persephone.
  • Sherlock: *glances at her*
  • Molly: *rolls her eyes* Hey, I was eleven at the time and really into all that mythology stuff.
  • Sherlock: *still typing* There are worse names for a child than Persephone Holmes.
  • Molly: ...
  • Molly: *raises an eyebrow* Why would it be Holmes?
  • Sherlock: *shrugs* I always assumed you'd take your husband's name.
  • Molly: *scoffs* Yeah, well, I'm not going to marry Mycroft!
  • Sherlock: *confused* We've been sleeping together and you think-
  • Molly: *giggles* No, I mean, I just thought you weren't the marrying kind.
  • Sherlock: *sighs* Sex, Molly. I don't do that with just anyone.
  • Molly: *raises an eyebrow* You love me?
  • Sherlock: Obviously.
  • Molly: *smirks* I'm sorry? I didn't catch that.
  • Sherlock: *smiles* I love you.
  • Molly: *takes his hand* I love you too.
  • Sherlock: *coughs* So you'll...marry me, then?
  • Molly: *kisses his cheek* Of course I will.

I firmly believe that if you can’t handle your favorite fictional character being made fun of, you reeeeeeally need to go outside.  What the hell would you do if somebody poked fun at you?

Break down crying?  Sorry, fam, it happens every single day in reality.  Friends do it to each other.  Mean-spirited people will do it to you just for a reaction.

Sorry, but no.  I have zero pity for people who throw hissy fits about their “faves” being parodied.  “But that’s not how it’s supposed to be, it’s deeper than that!!”

So what, people can’t joke?  Get a grip.

Give me brains behind the brawn

TL;DR, Steve is a precious nerd who needs to be protected from the idiots in the world who think he’s a thug with nothing but muscles and a gun. Giving him the time and encouragement to just study things because he wants to could seriously change the way he lives, because he may be a Navy SEAL-turned-cop but that doesn’t mean he’s stupid. Far from it, in fact, and I have feelings about how he handles it.

Give me Steve McGarrett who is more than a gun-carrying, in-your-face, BAMF, going-where-angels-fear-to-tread meat-head with nothing between his ears.

Give me Steve McGarrett who loves to exercise his mind just as much as–if not more than he loves to exercise his body.

Give me Steve McGarrett who spends nights and weekends thumbing through old biographies and war histories because they’re relevant, but also reads classic literature in all the languages he speaks and buys used Chemistry and Calculus and Psychology textbooks because he’s always on the lookout for something new to learn about. 

Give me Steve McGarrett who made a deal with UH or some local college when he came home to let him take a class or two online every semester. It started out as a way to take the loneliness out of his downtime, but it turned into this love of learning that he thought had died out long ago, so he kept at it. 

Give me Steve McGarrett who keeps whatever novel he’s on tucked under the passenger seat of the Camaro, next to the first aid kit, because getting hurt and having time to read generally go hand in hand. 

Give me Steve McGarrett who hated to send Danny undercover at UH instead of going himself, because he’d had dreams of being a teacher or a chemist or a thousand other things once upon a time, before everything went to hell, except it did and then the Navy happened and it’s kind of late now and business was never his forte anyway and he really wants this guy caught, so Danny’s the obvious choice. 

Give me Steve McGarrett who spends rainy Saturdays when he can’t workout on the upstairs lanai (because it’s the only one that’s covered) with an entire sheaf of papers, a computer, and at least three textbooks, working on whatever problem caught his eye. 

Give me Steve McGarrett who gets flustered on one of those days because Danny wasn’t supposed to show up here until three but of course he’s early and Danny’s about ready to start laughing and making jokes when he realizes his partner–his best friend–is standing there staring at him with his shoulders bowed just slightly, like he’s expecting to get mocked for liking things any second now and Jesus Christ, that’s never what Danny intended and it stops now. So he pauses, takes a second to seriously look at what his partner is dong, and asks.

Give me Steve McGarrett who lights up like the sun at being asked a genuine question and goes on for like ten minutes about what he’s been reading and studying up on and how amazing it all is and Danny can’t think of a time when Steve talked this much and he knows he’s never seen his friend look this excited about anything, smile this brightly and look so happy in the seven years they’ve known each other and he kind of feels like shit for not realizing this side of Steve existed at all. Danny doesn’t really understand one word in ten that his friend is saying, but it’s right there that he decides that he’s going to be more supportive.

Give me Steve McGarrett after the liver transplant who uses the time to go back to school for another degree–this time in Anthropology, for the hell of it and because humans are absolutely fascinating--and give me Danny who drives him to all the classes he has to be on campus for.

Give me Steve McGarrett who shies away from the rest of his team when they inevitably find out–he hadn’t answered his phone and they’d been worried–because they give him shit like he knew they would and it’s not supposed to sting but it does, the genuine surprise that he could like things besides sports and explosions laced with teasing that was probably harsher than it needed to be. And when he leaves a little too fast to be not upset, give me Danny Williams rounding on all three of them with his I Will Fight You expression on his face and he absolutely goes off on them for it. It culminates in him yelling at them–full voiced and angry, not ranting, legitimately yelling–about how sure, Steve uses his intelligence in different ways, but those way have saved their asses more than once. Like all the times he was the only one to remember the layout of a building or some vital detail of their suspects or how to defuse a bomb. And how about the fact that he’s been taking classes for years and has a near-perfect GPA while working longer hours than any of them to boot. How dare they criticize him for having a brain, for liking things, knowing that he considers them family?

Give me Steve McGarrett who’s already a mile out from shore when they finally make their way downstairs to apologize to them, swimming smoothly and so quickly they would have no hope of catching him, so they wait and wonder how they could possibly have missed this.

Give me Steve McGarrett who approaches them with tense shoulders and a head held upright with only sheer willpower when he finally comes back, hours later, panting and nearly stumbling up the sand. Give me Steve McGarrett who has this look in his eye that they haven’t seen since the first few months of being thrown together and dubbed a team, when he was fresh off active duty and closed-off and angry at the world. It’s like he’s already resigned himself to more comments he doesn’t deserve, but he’s not about to stop them because it isn’t worth it and hell if that isn’t the worst part of the whole damn thing. 

Give me Steve McGarrett who, after that day, could almost always be seen wandering around Five-0 with a notebook tucked under his arm and his nose stuck in a book, especially when they weren’t busy. Give me Steve McGarrett who started to look happier, like he was sleeping better, like he was less ready to explode at any given chance. Give me Steve McGarrett who takes over the tech table one day, promising not to break it, and somehow comes up with an algorithm that, when added to their facial rec system, makes the search for suspects, witnesses, and victims almost twice as fast. 

Give me Steve McGarrett who absolutely flourishes when given the chance, who finally seems to have found a balance, a way to escape what they see all day. Physics doesn’t lie to him and Calculus doesn’t kill people and Chemistry is predictable in a way most things aren’t and people who died a few thousand years ago can’t shove his life through a meat-grinder. Again.

Give me Steve McGarrett who just wants to learn things for the sake of it, and it’s something he’s never had the chance or the encouragement to do before now.


jake peralta doing IT for/because of amy santiago


NCT 127 cheering during Onew’s acceptance speech