rosy forever

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pokeaniweek day 4 → favorite rival ★

his rivalry with may was the best thing :’) ♡

You deserve someone who loves you with every single beat of his heart, someone who thinks about you constantly, someone who spends every minute of every day just wondering what you’re doing, where you are, who you’re with, and if you’re OK. You need someone who can help you reach your dreams and protect you from your fears. You need someone who will treat you with respect, love every part of you, especially your flaws. You should be with someone who could make you happy, really happy, dancing on air happy.
—  Alex, Love Rosie
Why TFP?

Okay, so I understand why people think S4 sucks, and why TFP sucks in particular. I understand how people perceive John and Sherlock and Mary, and the issues people have with their characterization, ‘cause there’s plenty of posts about that. I suppose these are more analytical subjects. I understand why people are disappointed with the plot twists, or with Mary’s narration. I get there are many things that Sherlock fans wish would have happened differently, or just… not happened (say, the beating or Mary’s being rehabilitated by the narrative, etc).

What I’m not clear on, even all this time later, is what’s so *emotionally* painful specifically about TFP in particular (for TJLCers). It seems to go beyond a lack of explicitly canon Johnlock, though maybe I’m wrong. It seems people think TFP is somehow uniquely destructive of the queer reading in general (as well as plot continuity? I guess) in a way I’m not grasping intuitively, and that trumps the extensive levels of angst we’ve had in TST and TLD (not to mention Series 3). That’s what I’d like to have someone help me understand.

Like… TST was painful for me 'cause Mary was there with them all the time and Sherlock seemed so oblivious to John’s discomfort, and Sherlock joked about how she’s a better partner than John, and then at the end, John told Sherlock to get lost. That’s not to mention Mary’s death scene and John’s growls and wails, which were painful to watch on several levels. John’s sudden rejection of Sherlock afterwards was naturally super painful, not to mention bewildering. Then TLD has John beat up a vulnerable and unresisting Sherlock, only to reject him yet *again* and return the cane as a symbol of how much he means it. TLD also had Sherlock POV angst big-time, with that awful scene where he remembers ASiP!John; then at the Thames with Eurus, he screams when she says 'anyone’ and he remembers John’s rejection, and later where he says he doesn’t want to die. Then there’s that awful moment John tells Sherlock he only rescued him because of his inner Mary, and he pushes him at Irene with all sincerity, after bemoaning his own lost chances with Mary. Like… I’m traumatized even thinking of these things. The only happy or even private John and Sherlock moment in these two eps was the hug.

In terms of contrast, John and Sherlock get along for all of TFP, Sherlock calls John family and he smiles, they make plans together and basically act like a well-oiled machine. Yes, Sherlock still acts a bit 'not good’, but again: this is normal for Sherlock, as opposed to walking on eggshells and *still* being brutally rejected, like in TLD. The worst thing I’ve seen people accuse Sherlock of is perhaps ignoring John’s 'Vatican Cameos’ and/or prioritizing the case in a dangerous situation with Eurus, but that’s Sherlock being efficient and focused on the big picture or the plan, and he’s *always* been like that. Then we have an open ending where they solve cases and raise Rosie together, forever and ever. As opposed to the weirdness and unending emotional torture ever since TEH, it’s TFP that’s traumatized people the most? Why? Any insight appreciated.

Johnlock ficlet full of sappy nonsense oops

I was inspired to write this today while thinking of parentlock, and just thinking about how when John moves back to Baker Street, it ain’t gon take these idiots months or years for that tension to break, they’re gonna get going in days or weeks lmao. 

I am quite sick today and have been for almost a week so excuse me for this dump of emotions and also if there’s typos or any crap :D

It comes on suddenly, one afternoon at Baker Street.

John is descending the stairs from his bedroom to the sitting room, having taken Rosie to her cot for a nap, and he’s grateful that at only a few months over a year old, she still requires them (quite soon she will also require a room of her own in the flat, a topic which John has steadfastly avoided acknowledging). He’s barely cleared the last step before Sherlock appears at his shoulder with a cup of tea.

“I heard the fuss she gave you before she finally fell asleep,” Sherlock says, voice and smile soft. “I made sure this would be hot for when you came down.”

John wonders if, after ten, twenty, thirty more years, he’ll ever be able to truly forgive himself for hurting this man. Or if he’ll ever truly deserve to have him in his life.

He takes the cup and saucer, fingers brushing pale knuckles. Desire, anxiety, and the deepest love he’s ever known sweep up his veins, and his next action is instantaneous.

He inhales deeply through his nose, steps directly between Sherlock’s legs, turns him so his back hits the front door, slips the hand not holding the saucer through dark curls, and pauses for one moment. He locks onto Sherlock’s impossibly gentle, molten silver, and quite thoroughly dilated eyes.

“Sherlock.” He’s not sure if he’s asking or telling.

“John.” The response comes in a hushed, broken baritone, and John grips both saucer and hair tighter as he presses in and fits their mouths together.

Sherlock yields to him, as some part of John had always expected. He’s softer now, less sharpness and haughty grace, more compassion and benevolence. John has never stroked his face, but he does so now; he imagines that before now, before their embrace weeks previous, Sherlock would never have felt as warm and soft and consuming as he does now.

Perhaps not suddenly, John thinks. This has been building between them since he returned to Baker Street, since Sherlock came back from the dead, since the very first day they met.

The cup rattles in the saucer as he attempts to shift even closer, lips and tongue now moving against Sherlock’s, desperate and burning with a million missed opportunities. He remembers the spindly table near the door with great relief, and breaks away to set the saucer atop a small stack of books balanced upon it, and pull down a shaking breath.

“I’m in love with you,” he tells Sherlock without preamble, hands clutching broad shoulders beneath a silken dressing gown. “And I always fucking have been.”

Sherlock’s chest is heaving and there are tears shining on his cheeks and John waits for him to respond.

There will be no way for them to say everything that needs to be said in this moment, but he hopes they’ll have time.

“Think of how much time we’ve wasted,” Sherlock finally replies, voice drowned in fresh tears. Lost. Heartbroken. John never wants to see that wretched expression on his face again.

“No,” he manages, hands moving to pull Sherlock in by the waist, and he’s a bit startled at the honest sensual growl his own voice has become. “Think how much we have to make up for, and how much time we’ll have to do it.”

“John, I’ve loved you for longer than you know.” Sherlock looks as overwhelmed as John feels, and the corners of his own eyes burn. “Please say you’ll stay. With Rosie. Forever. There will never be anything more important to me than the both of you.”

“Not even the work?” John laughs through a sob.

Sherlock’s answering laugh is deep and dulcet, and his hands grasp John’s face to bring them back together in a kiss amid the taste of tears.

The tea goes cold. John is consoled by the idea that there will be more, for the rest of their lives.

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Dearest Sherlock,

If you’re reading this, love, I must be dead. (That sounded cliché. I do hate clichés, but oh well.) I don’t know what happened to me, but I do know that it will be alright. You will be alright, Sher.

I want to thank you, love. You gave me everything and then some, and there are no words that can truly express my thanks for that. Sher, you gave me a home when no one else would, you stood up for me when I couldn’t for myself, you lent me your shoulder when I needed one to cry on, you gave me our children, you gave me your love. You gave me a chance all those years ago, and I think that did us both some good. Thank you for that.

Sherlock, I love you so, so much. I love you more than you could ever possibly know. You are my whole world, Sherlock Holmes. My whole freakin’ world.

I have one last request, one last thing for you to give me… Please tell Will and Mary Louise that I love them and am so, so proud of them. Tell John that he was the best friend a person could ask for, and tell Rosie that she will forever be the best niece in the world. Tell Mycroft that he seriously needs to get that stick out of his arse. Tell Mrs. Hudson that I’m still bitter she never let me drive her car but that I love her anyways. And finally, love, tell yourself that whatever happened to me was not, and never will be, your fault.

William Sherlock Scott Holmes, you are the light of my world. I will be waiting for you eagerly in whatever afterlife may exist, and if no afterlife exists, I will at least be waiting for you to be laid to rest beside me six feet under.

With love,
Y/N Holmes

Originally posted by rainingooblah

pretty little liars was the first show i ever watched.

i remember watching the first episode for the very first time like it was yesterday. ive watched every episode of every season more than i can count on one hand.

these people have changed my whole life, for seven years they’ve supplied me with this amazing show that’s given me both courage and something to confine in.

they helped me get through the dark patches and through my ongoing depression and i couldn’t thank them enough for everything they’ve done for me.

so thank you, all of you. for seven incredible years of dedication and love and hardwork. it’s been hard saying goodbye but i can’t wait to see you all again very soon.

love forever, rosie🍒

mild-lunacy  asked:

This is a bit more open-ended than usual, but there's no one else I could ask. To wit: are there any particular moments in Series 4 that suggest or demonstrate to you that John really loves and/or genuinely cares about Sherlock? I guess secondarily, how do you read Sherlock putting off rescuing John from that well until after he dealt with Eurus In TFP?

Any particular moments? It’s hard to pick, it’s kind of infused through the whole thing, but okay, I’ll do my best.

In The Six Thatchers, John should be deliriously happy. He’s got what he wanted: the normal life with a job, a wife, and a new daughter, but he’s also got Sherlock, who is as committed to maintaining this careful and potentially awkward balance as he is. They still solve crimes together, and Mary and Rosie aren’t an obstruction. In fact, sometimes they join in! John’s devotion to Sherlock is pretty obvious from that alone, but Sherlock’s special place in John’s life is underscored by John asking him to be Rosie’s godfather. 

John should be happy, but he’s not. He’s never managed to get over what Mary did and who she really is. His happy life with wife and baby is a lie. As his trust in Mary continues to decline, his trust in Sherlock never waivers. John and Sherlock confront threats together as a team while Mary lies, drugs Sherlock, and scarpers. Sherlock, weird, rude, and difficult, is John’s stable rock, and Mary does not look good in comparison. 

After Mary dies, John blames Sherlock and cuts him off. I’d suggest that this is more indicative of how much John cares about Sherlock than otherwise. Not only because he thought Sherlock was a superhero who could could genuinely protect Mary and Rosie from everything forever, but because, as we later learn, the reason why John pushes Sherlock away stems primarily from his own self-loathing. John betrayed Mary, and his guilt and despair at not being able to live up to Mary’s, Sherlock’s, and his own expectations leads him to push away the things he loves most, including his daughter and his life with Sherlock. This is underscored by his goodbye scene in the hospital, where he leaves his cane as a silent final message: you saved me, I didn’t deserve it, and here I betray you. 

We’ve had Sherlock’s mind palace for a while, which is a wonderful way to see what’s actually going on in his head. In The Lying Detective, we finally get the equivalent for John: Mary. Hallucinated Mary isn’t a ghost or even a memory, she’s the honest part of John. And she adores Sherlock. She talks about him constantly. She watches him mid-deduction with love and delight. She recognizes that Sherlock knows John, understands him completely, but John disagrees. Sherlock can’t possibly know how worthless John is; like Mary, Sherlock believes he is a good, moral man, and John knows that they’re both wrong. The voice in his head says: Sherlock may be a monster, but he’s my monster.

The most dramatic indicator of how John feels about Sherlock is his confession and breakdown at the end of The Lying Detective. This is the first time John has been completely honest in this entire story. John hides his feelings constantly, he lies about them, even to himself. And in this scene he nearly does it again, he nearly walks away. Had he done so, I believe his relationship with Sherlock would have been essentially over. He would have grown more and more distant and dishonest until their connection was entirely lost. But out of love and faith, he finally, finally makes a different choice. He chooses to be brutally honest and vulnerable. He cries, but does not turn away. He lets Sherlock hold him. No one has or ever will be this close to John.

Sherlock does not put off rescuing John in The Final Problem. From the moment he realizes that John is in danger, all Sherlock does is try to save him. The problem is that the solution is Eurus. We know that he can’t rescue John without her intervention because he was unable to the first time; the puzzle is too complex for him, it will always be too complex for him. The mistake he made all his life was thinking that intelligence was the answer. When he was a boy he didn’t have the resources to do what he does now: he recognizes that it’s sentiment that will save John, not brainpower. He’s got sentiment in his tool belt now, and that’s because of John. John made him feel and taught him to be a loving and feeling person, and that’s what allows him to triumph over his much more brilliant sister in the end.

“And what is a kiss, specifically? A pledge properly sealed, a promise seasoned to taste, a vow stamped with the immediacy of a lip, a rosy circle drawn around the verb ‘to love.’ A kiss is a message too intimate for the ear, infinity captured in the bee’s brief visit to a flower, secular communication with an aftertaste of heaven, the pulse rising from the heart to utter its name on a lover’s lip: 'Forever.’” - Edmund Rostand (born: 1 April 1868)

A Perfect Day - A Jayfamily Fic

Double Blessings | Twas The Night | Player Five

Prompt: I’m going to let you go wild on this. You can choose any batboy or make it a batfam fic. The only requirement is to use the sentence: “I asked my dragon and they said no.” by anon

Y/N smiled as she watched her children run around and jump on the playground. They appeared to be playing superheroes at the moment. Thankfully, they had decided the villains were invisible which kept the fighting to a minimum.

She giggled as she watched Matt strike a pose that she was sure Dick had taught him. Rosie did her best to mimic him, but she seemed to be more interested in the little flowers growing nearby. She seemed to have a pocket full of the little buds by now.

“Are you having fun?” Jason asked. He was holding a sleeping Lizzie. She had grown so big, but she still tended to get very tired after her little belly was full. She had eaten most of her sandwich before crawling into Jay’s lap and falling asleep, her chubby little hands holding tightly to her favorite plush toy.

“Yes.” Y/N said as she leaned against him. She gently pushed the soft curls on her daughter’s head as she glanced back at the twins. They were still deeply engrossed in their fantasy world.

Jason smiled and kissed Y/N’s forehead. “We should do this more often.”

“We do this every other Saturday.” Y/N laughed.

“I wasn’t talking about this.” Jason gestured to the playground. “I was talking about us. Just togther as a family. Having fun and relaxing.”

Y/N hummed as she rested her head on his shoulder. “I wish we could, but between my job, your night job, and the kids being in school, we aren’t always going to have time.”

Jason nodded as he watched Lizzie shift in her sleep. He gently caressed her cheek and she settled.

“You know,” Y/N said as she saw the loving expression on his expression as he looked down at their youngest. “You make a very cute dad.”

Jason smirked as he made eye contact with her. “Well, you make a very cute mom.”

Y/N laughed as she leaned in and kissed her husband.

“Ew,” Roy said in mock discuss as he settled on the blanket next to them. “Don’t you two have enough kids already.”

Y/N rolled her eyes as she watched Lian join in playing with the twins. “You can’t get pregnant from kissing, Roy. I do hope you know that.”

“Well, that isn’t what I told Lian.” He said with a wink.

Jason laughed and Y/N smacked him on the arm. Lizzie stirred and sat up in his lap. She rubbed her eyes before reaching for her mother.

“Did you have a good nap?” Y/N crooned as she cuddled her daughter. The toddler nodded as she snuggled against her mother. “We should probably get going soon.” Y/N told Jason.

He called the twins over and began packing up. They came running over, their mouths moving a mile a minute to tell of their exploits. Rosie gave her mother a handful of flowers that she had picked, but saved one for Roy.

“For me?” He gasped dramatically. She nodded enthusiastically as she put it in his hand. “Why thank you so much, princess, I will cherish this gift forever.”

Rosie giggled as she ran back to her mother. “Alright, say goodbye to Uncle Roy and Lian.” Jason said as he lifted Lizzie in his arms.

By the time they got back to the apartment, everyone was beginning to feel tired. All except for Lizzie, who had become energized by her short power nap. Once dinner and bath had been finished, Matt and Rosie both crashed in their beds, but Lizzie continued to escape hers and run around the home.

“Alright, little miss,” Jason said firmly as he tucked Lizzie into her bed for the tenth time that night. “Your brother and sister are asleep so you should be as well.”

The little girl shook her head fiercely, her dark curls falling into her face. “No.”

“You can’t say ‘no’. You have to go to bed.” Jason said.

The little girl shook her head again and lifted her toy. “I asked my dragon and they said no.”

It took all the strength Jason had not to crack up right then and there. “Well, your dragon is wrong this time. Little girls and dragons need their sleep so they can go on adventures.”

The little girl thought about this for a moment before putting the toy next to her and tucking it in.

“Are you and your dragon ready to sleep?” Jason asked, praying that she would say yes.

She reached for him and made a grabbing motion. “Give kiss.”

He smirked and leaned down to kiss his daughter. “My dragon needs kiss, too.” Jason obligingly kissed the little plush as well.

“Goodnight, Lizzie.” He said as he turned off the light and closed the door.

He walked into the living room to find his wife sitting on the couch wearing one of his shirts as pajamas. “You get her to sleep?” She asked as she flipped through channels.

“Hopefully.” Jason sighed as he settled next to her. She finally decided on some crime show that they both liked, but neither of them watched seriously. He smiled as he felt Y/N snuggled against him. Perfect way to end a perfect day.