something out of a dream

Starchild: The Chosen Nobody

Summary: The reader had been having recurring dreams about a far-fetched scenario but as it turns out, the dreams might actually mean something.

Pairings: None (But contains platonic Thor x Reader)

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: readers feeling of inadequacy

A/N: I know I started on Project SHIELD but there’s another story that’s begging to be told (literally, I could not sleep). I also can’t decide if I want to make the reader an OC or just reader insert so it’s reader insert for now.

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Originally posted by imaginingbucky

The dreams were back except every night they became more and more vivid. There was a gigantic beast and gigantic was an understatement. It was like the size of King Kong and Godzilla put together. It had the skin that had a dark purple glow. It had four arms and goat legs. It was as if it came out of some untold Greek myth. It was terrifying. It had three eyes and two mouths and no nose. It stood proud and tall as the screams of people surrounded it and it just laughed. The laugh was as terrifying as the scenery around it. The sound was indescribable and yet it was clear that it was laughter. The monster turned to you directly and spoke in a voice that sounded like seven demonic voices of at least five different languages put together.

“Come to save the world, Starchild? How could you? Treasonous,” it declared. At the snap of its fingers, you felt a cramping pain. You immediately looked around and noticed something odd. It was something or rather someone you had never seen before. The figure walked towards you slowly. You couldn’t make out their face, but you felt their presence calm you. You heard another snap and your felt the cramps intensify. You screamed. 

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I feel like I say this way too much, but I truly hope that this will be my year to hug Taylor. To finally look her in the eyes to tell her thank you for the profound impact she’s had on my life. I don’t need the picture. I don’t need some creative pose. I don’t need to plaster it all over social media. I just want that little bit of time I’ve been waiting for over the last ten years.

  • What she says: I'm fine

i dreamt about a children’s book last night that holds up surprisingly well for something that came out of the nonsense jumble of concepts my dreams throw at me

it’s called “The Cutest Most Precious Little Girl In All The World”, and it’s about a little girl (whose head is never seen, always just out of frame or obscured by something in the foreground) who’s annoyed with being called “cute”. she doesn’t want to be cute! she wants to be tough and scary!

there’s a series of increasingly outlandish patronizing events surrounding her- first her parents doting, then her whole extended family fawning, then random strangers forming crowds, then the president showing up and giving her the official title, then she’s forced to go on tour or something

anyway eventually she gets fed up with all this and runs away! and… somehow, the dream didn’t specify, but let’s assume she went to NASA and stole a rocket- she ends up on an alien spaceship, with a bunch of big scary green things

the aliens immediately freak out, having never seen anything so utterly terrifying in their entire lives, and the book ends with the little girl gleefully chasing the terrified extraterrestrials around their ship as they run around in a panic

chapter 16.

Rich || Jaebum

Originally posted by mixedangel

Reader (you) x Jaebum

Word Count: 2607 (long chapter everyone! read well because there’s a lot to take in omg)

Warnings: idk… maybe your heart being pulled?

note: hehe… late… whoops… sorry, everyone! i just finished my five tests this week and i’m pretty sure i failed haha. rip. anyways, i hope you guys like this chapter. two more chapters before rich ends O.o it’s been a long journey and yes, it’s sadly going to end soon. happy reading and take care everyone! -admin 

“You’re going to Paris.”

I sat there, staring at my boss in complete shock. He said I was going to Paris. My boss, whom everyone was afraid of, told me I was going to Paris. Those words that came out of my boss’ mouth was something anyone in this company dreamed of hearing. For me, I couldn’t even believe my ears. Was I really going to Paris?

“Really?” I gasped, my mouth hanging wide open. “This has to be a dream. There’s no way I’m hearing this correctly.”

“My dear, (Y/N),” My boss smiled at me, “Nothing is a dream here. You are going to Paris and you’ll be working amongst so many other great designers. It’ll change your life.”

“When?” I suddenly asked him. “When am I going?”

“Next week. That’s why I wanted to bring this up to you today so you have a week to prepare yourself.” My boss stated, sitting back down on his chair. I pursed my lips and thought about it for a little while before making any stupid decisions. If I agreed to this, it’ll be my chance to finally make the money I need to pay that debt and it’ll be a great opportunity for my future. At the same time, I didn’t want to leave this place even though my life was a wreck. Only one person was holding me back from this decision. And it was Jaebum.

“And how long am I going to be there?” I raised my eyebrows, trying to think further about this situation.

“(Y/N), you’ll be moving there.” My boss stated. “It’s a permanent job and a one in a lifetime opportunity. You’re going to be become a fashion designer.”

“Do I have to agree now or can I get back to you later?” I bit my lips. I definitely wasn’t expecting this opportunity to ba something permanent. I just thought I was there to learn more about the fashion industry, not live there and actually work a full time job.

“Yes, you can. But you have a week to decide, (Y/N). Other than that, I can’t guarantee you that you’ll have another chance like this.” My boss explained to me, leaning back on his chair.

“Thank you, sir. I’ll get back to you as soon as possible.” I smiled before standing up and thanking him for this opportunity. Exiting the office, my mind ran through different opinions and feelings about this job in Paris. I needed to think carefully about this situation, planning out what would happen in the future if I took this job. Should I really go? Thinking about it, I wanted to run away from this place and start a new life. And Paris was my chance. But why was my mind refusing to let me go?

Heading back home, I played around my phone and wondered if I should call Jaebum to tell him this news. I thought about how he would react to this news. It seems like if I told Jaebum about this, he probably wouldn’t even care and brush off the news. Meaning he’ll probably be happy that he’ll have some peace and quiet after I leave the house. On the other hand, I wondered if he’ll be happy for me. A huge chance like this was hard to come by and I’m sure Jaebum will understand. Or I shouldn’t tell him at all because it wouldn’t really matter to him anyways.

As I entered the house, I heard faint talking in the background while I took off my shoes. Walking towards the living room, I spotted Jaebum and his father having a small talk before their attention turned towards me, interrupting their deep conversation.

“She lives here too?” Mr. Im raised an eyebrow at me as I politely greeted him.

“Yes, father.” Jaebum sighed before motioning me to sit beside him. “Come here. I have some news.”

I awkwardly smiled at both of them before sitting down next to Jaebum. At that moment, I wanted to tell him about Paris. I wanted to say I have news too but somehow I kept silent. For some odd reason, I felt like I didn’t want to tell him. No matter how I excited I was on the bus, I just didn’t want to tell Jaebum. But I knew I definitely couldn’t hide this from him.

“We found out about your father’s debt.” Jaebum stated, interrupting my thoughts.

“It involves Mr.Park for sure.” Mr. Im spoke up, before sitting up straight. “It turns out you were right. Your father did work for Mr. Park back then. Apparently, they were great friends and business partners before Mr. Park started to rise in power. Mr. Park and your father shared a stock and one year, everything went downhill and everyone went bankrupt. But somehow your father had the money that was suppose to go to Mr. Park. Since Mr. Park had more power, he demanded your father to give him back his money but your father fought back saying it was his hard work that earned that money. Fast forward a few years, Mr. Park claimed that your father had a debt to pay him but your father disappeared and naturally, you’re the one who Mr. Park has been harassing.”

“We still don’t know the reason why your father owes Mr. Park money but it seems like Mr. Park was accusing your father for stealing the money. Hence why you were left to pay a huge amount of money.” Jaebum explained, continuing his father’s explanation.

“So,” I finally said, trying to piece together the situation, “I don’t have to pay this debt.”

“We don’t know that yet. We hired a lawyer to go in depth with this.” Mr. Im stated.

“There may be a lawsuit in which we have to take this situation up in court.” Jaebum said, before turning his head to look at me.

“But if we were going to take this up in court, it would have to be a few years from now since we don’t have enough evidence to back up your father.” Mr. Im pointed out. I stared at both of them, trying to take in this information. Just thinking about this problem made my head want to explode. What happens if I left to go to Paris? I would just leave everyone behind to deal with this situation. But if I stayed, I would have to wait a few years before I would go to court and sort this out.

“Are you okay, (Y/N)?” Jaebum asked, noticing my state in stress. His hand softly placing on top of mine for reassurance.

I looked up at him and nodded, “Yeah, it’s a lot of information to take in.”

“I know it’s hard to take in, (Y/N). So I’ll leave you to think about it.” Mr. Im said before standing up and making his way out of the house. Jaebum’s hands took mine as he drew circled patterns with his thumb on the back of my hand. Although it was reassuring, I couldn’t help but feel on the edge. A million of thoughts ran through my brain before I stood up, letting go of Jaebum’s hand, and chased after Mr. Im.

“Wait!” I yelled as I caught up to Mr. Im at the door. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

“What is it, my dear?” Mr. Im asked, stopping his tracks.

“You can’t tell Jaebum this.” I lowered my voice, before stepping closer to Mr. Im. “I was offered a job in Paris as a fashion designer and the job requires me to move to that place. I don’t know what to do since this situation about my father messes with my job opportunity.”

“Take the job, my dear. Don’t worry about your father’s situation. I have the best lawyers working on it and we can make international calls to discuss this matter. This is an opportunity you have to take and you can’t let this problem set you back.” Mr. Im noted, before placing his hand on my shoulder.

I closed my eyes and sighed, “I guess you’re right.”

“Secrets don’t last very long, (Y/N).” Mr. Im stated before leaving the house. “Tell Jaebum before he figures it out himself.”

I gave Mr. Im my thanks before he left as I was left alone at the front door. I stood there for awhile as I brought all my thoughts together. Then finally reaching a decision, I decided to take action. Taking out my phone, I swiped the screen to text the person who waited for my reply.

“You okay, baby girl?” I looked up to see Jaebum walking over towards me. Quickly turning off my phone, I smiled at him and nodded my head.

“Doesn’t seem like you’re okay.” Jaebum sighed as he stood right in front of me as he scanned my face.

“I’m fine, just don’t worry about it.” I stated, trying to sound happy. Arms suddenly wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer to a broad chest. Jaebum bent down so that his face was rested on the crook of my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

“You could always tell me if I was too rough in bed. But to be honest, we haven’t even had rough sex yet.” Jaebum joked, his voice muffled by my hair.

I laughed at him before pushing his face so that he was inches away from mine, “Don’t worry. The only thing I was disappointed in was you leaving me alone this morning.”

“Mhmm,” He hummed under his breath, “Maybe I left early because I went to figure out your problem.”

“How sweet of you, that’s the nicest thing you’ve done to me.” I smiled at him, making eye contact with his loving eyes. Jaebum chuckled under his breath, slightly shaking his head before connecting our lips together. His sweet lips molded against mine as we shared a passionate kiss, getting my heart to race. I wanted this feeling to last forever. His lips, his arms, and the thought of him being close to me was something I wanted. The way Jaebum skillfully kissed me, leaving me melting to my knees, was something I didn’t want to forget. But sadly, fate didn’t want us together and I would never bring myself to tell him that I was leaving. Just the thought of me leaving broke my heart because, I realized now that I love him…

a week later

“Good evening passengers. This is the pre-boarding announcement for flight 156B to Paris, France. We are now inviting those passengers with small children, and any passengers requiring special assistance, to begin boarding at this time. Please have your boarding pass and identification ready. Regular boarding will begin in approximately ten minutes time. Thank you.”

I stood near the window, with my headphones in my ear, as I watched planes land from the sky. Hiding this from Jaebum was probably the hardest thing in my life. It was stupid of me for not telling Jaebum about this. I packed my bags in secret, hoping he wouldn’t go into my room and see the messy boxes laid out on the floor. And of course, when he had work, I arranged my stuff to get shipped to Paris behind his back. Today, while Jaebum was at work, I left the house, with nothing of my trace left behind, and went to the airport. For the past few days, I had to ignore my feelings for Jaebum and went along with my plans. But the empty feeling that I had right now was something I needed to forget. I wanted a new life. And I’m about to get one now.

I held my passport and plane ticket in hand as I lined up behind a bunch of people in front of me. I checked my phone for the time and felt disappointed to see no texts from Jaebum. Maybe he hasn’t figured out that I’m gone. Or maybe he just doesn’t care. As I was near to the entrance to board the aircraft, hands grabbed my arm and suddenly pulled me out of the line, causing me to shriek from the sudden movements.

After straightening myself up, I looked up to see the person whom surprised me. His eyes raging with anger, his jaw line prominent as he stared me down. I was shocked. How did he even manage to find me?

“H-how?” I stuttered, trying to calm myself down from the sudden shock.

“You fucking left your calendar up on the wall. Today’s date was circled and captioned as ‘going to Paris’ and you thought I wouldn’t figure out. You could’ve fucking told me you were leaving instead of disappearing out of nowhere. I was so fucking worried, (Y/N).” Jaebum angrily noted, trying not to raise his voice in public.

“Well you wouldn’t even care anyways.” I waved him away as I turned my back on him. But hands grabbed my shoulders and turned me around again, preventing me from boarding this flight.

“What a load of bullshit. I would’ve fucking cared. Could’ve just said, ‘Oh Jae, guess what? I’m going to Paris because I was offered a job. So now, I’m leaving.’ But, no. You didn’t even say a word to me and you left.” Jaebum growled under his breath.

“I couldn’t tell you, okay?” I raised my voice, trying to ignore this guilty feeling I had. “I couldn’t bring myself to tell you.”

“This is the final boarding call for passengers booked on flight 156B to Paris, France. The final checks are being completed and the captain will order for the doors of the aircraft to close in approximately two minutes time. I repeat. This is the final boarding call for flight 156B to Paris, France. Thank you.”

I looked at the lady behind me who announced on final boarding. She made eye contact with me and signalled me to hurry back in the line. Turning back to look at Jaebum, I saw that his face turned completely pale.

“Why can’t you tell me? I’ll let you leave if you tell me why?” Jaebum softly asked, looking at me dead in the eye.

“U-uh.” I stuttered, getting slightly nervous. The reason was because I loved him. And it’s a stupid reason but I can’t bring myself to tell him without gaining feelings from him. I needed to avoid him to get rid if these feelings and try to forget about him like I did with Jinyoung. But I can’t help but feel my heart ache for him.

“Miss,” The lady called from behind, “The gates will be closing. Are you planning on boarding?”

Looking back at Jaebum, I took in all the details from his handsome features. To the way his hair was swept to the side to his prominent jaw line. The broad shoulders and body that I feel in love with. The sight of his smile was the cure to my sadness. But all those lovely features, I would have to forget.

Turning my back on him, I smiled at the lady and walked over to her. I handed her my passport and ticket before she approved my information and let me through the gate. Before I even entered through the boarding entrance, I looked back once again to see Jaebum longingly staring at me. As I made eye contact with him, I gave him my charming smile and waved him goodbye. And without even thinking, I opened my mouth and softly whispered three words I thought I’d never say to Jaebum.

“I love you.”

12x03 Coda: Jet Lag

After Mary leaves, Sam calls up Cas. Sastiel friendship, Destiel

Sam didn’t really expect a heartfelt, grownup conversation about this—having Mom back has made kids out of both of them—but he’d also hoped that Dean would at least say something.  No such luck.  As soon as the door clangs shut behind Mom, Dean darts for his room without a word.

Great.  Sam sinks into the nearest chair, massaging his temples.  Too good to be true has always been too good for the Winchesters.

As much as it hurts, though, he gets it.  Why Mom had to go.  He understands the itch to escape, the conviction that there is something better out there somewhere.  Mom is chasing a pipe dream, a mirage.  He’s going to let her, because he chased the same one a long time ago.

She deserves that, at least.

He knows Dean is going to take this hard, though.  His brother has a way of taking each and every blow and stacking them on his shoulders, refusing to let anyone else take the weight even though everyone can see how his frame is shaking.  By the time he reaches his room, Sam knows, he’ll have constructed a million different reasons why this is his fault.

He did the same thing when Sam left for school, but there’s someone who wasn’t around when that happened.

He picks up on the third ring. “Sam.  Is everything all right?”

Sam could have prayed, but frankly, he’s done with his prayers being intercepted.  The last thing he needs right now is for Lucifer to find out that his vulnerable, totally possess-able mother is alive and kicking.

“Yeah, we—we’re fine.  No missing limbs or anything.”

Cas’s sigh of relief is audible through the phone. “Then what is it?”

“Mom.  She, uh.  She left.  I’m okay, I think, but Dean…Dean’s taking it a little hard.”

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The Cheese Moon

“What do you think the moon is made of? Rock, I suppose?” the astrosorcerer, Petrus Calderón, asked his wife. Hundreds of years will pass before humans enter space.

“Cheese!” the gorgon exclaimed excitedly to herself, spreading a slab of marble as easily as Brie. The magical nature of gorgons allows them to change the density of stone at will, enabling them to eat it with relish (sometimes literally).

“Cheese?” Petrus blurted out in surprise. “Well… I… suppose it could be…” he gazed into his telescope and observed the moon’s surface.

The gorgon happily ate her stone snack while her husband studied and recorded. “Oh, sorry love, did you say something?” she called out.

“Just dreaming,” he answered, not turning away from his instruments.

The following spring, the soon-to-be-infamous astrosorcerer released his seminal book, A Cheesy Lunar Theory, largely regarded by gorgon chefs as the most important celestial thesis ever published. Indeed, it inspired five generations of gorgon magic users to study, travel to, and eventually open a small restaurant on the lunar surface.

The Muenster Lunar Colony Bar & Grill has become a gateway to space for many. In 1738, it was visited for the first time by extraterrestrial life, ushering in a new age of exploration into the majesty of the universe. By 1744, the Netherworld Post Office expanded to include intra-solar system delivery, hiring aether bats to send messages from Earth to as far out as Pluto, and by 1799, deliveries were being made throughout the universe and beyond.



He didn’t know why, but seeing her made him feel like a man. She was something out of a dream - a dream in which he was not a spoiled young prince, but a king.

Yoongi | Jungkook | Seokjin | Jimin | Namjoon | Hoseok | Taehyung

This has got to be one of my favorite Eren and Armin scenes

Armin has never had friends before, all his life he’s been basically bullied and beat up for being weak. Armin’s been alone for a majority of his life, he didn’t even have his parents, all he had was his grandpa. Now here comes Eren, someone who simply just doesn’t like anyone, he doesn’t feel the need to have friends. Then he meets Armin, who doesn’t seem to be anything like Eren’s rash, temperamental and strong self.

 But then he sees something in Armin, he sees something different in him, in fact there’s a certain admiration in his eyes when Armin gives his answer for not running away. Eren actually wants to be friends with this Armin. And here’s Armin, who’s basically been alone all his life, wallowing in loneliness and self-doubt and he meets someone who wants to be friends with him. Eren is the first person to see Armin for who he really is.

I feel like this scene set something so wonderful between these two, it’s really no wonder there are rumors of them being too close or how they’re always concerned about each other. They are each other’s first friendship.

If you cannot believe that something is possible, then you are not going to have it. But if you can have the smallest thought that it might be possible, you are already on your way to creating it. You cannot create something if you do not believe you can have it. Live out your dreams in your mind; picture or feel yourself getting what you want. Hear the words you will say to others and they will say to you when your dreams come true. Make your imaginings so real that they feel possible to create rather than like wishful and distant fantasies.
—  Sanaya Roman
Derek Hale smut!

Derek Hale smut!

You wake up before Derek and see his very apparent boner from something he was dreaming about. You decide to help him out.

You wake up in Derek’s bed, your favorite place to be. You roll over to see your boyfriend and notice a prominent tent form coming from Derek’s mid region. You smile and look under the covers, your assumption was correct, he had morning wood. He does so much for you, you decided to give him a nice wake up call with a little blowjob.
You sit up a bit and climb over on top of him, getting under the covers to keep him warm and not startle him with ripping the covers off. You pull his boxers down allowing him to be free. You rub your hands together and begin moving up and down, getting him going before you attach your lips. You go up and down, making sure to give some attention to his balls with your free hand. Not long after starting you feel him begin to move in bed, next thing you know the covers are thrown back and Derek’s hand is attached to your hair, helping and guiding you. “Babe” he finally says, out of breathe. You pull off him and smile kissing his tip. “Good morning” you say giving him a smirk you know he can’t resist. You immediately attach your lips back and begin twisting your mouth around and up and down. Pulling out every so often to lick up him and and give his balls some more needed attention. “Holy shit you are so amazing” he says, still using his right hand to guide you and his left is gripping the sheets. You move alittle faster, going as deep as you can take. You feel him harden in your mouth and you attach both hands for extra pleasure and with that you pull off him and he cums. You lick him clean and crawl back up to lay next to him. You smile and he laughs still trying to catch his breathe. He looks at you “I’m so lucky to have you” he says shaking his head “not that I’m complaining but what the hell was that about?” He says rolling over wrapping his arms around your waist “I woke up and turned to see that you had a very prominent boner and I just wanted to help you out, you’re always so good to me and I figured what a better way to wake you up” you say and he smiles kissing you, pulling you by the waist and kissing you harder. He finally pulls away “I was having a dream about you” he says and you smile “and what was it about?” You ask and he kisses you again “I came home from a pack meeting and when I came in the front door you were sitting on the couch naked smiling at me and as soon as I shut the door you stood up and walked over to me and held out your hand and made me follow you into the bedroom and sat me on the bed and you started stripping me and then when i was just in my boxers so started giving me a lap dance” you stop him and kiss him. you pull away “maybe one day I’ll have to recreate that for you” you say smirking at him and his eyes go wide “seriously?” And you laugh “yeah sounds like I had you wrapped around me finger, i like that” you say and he smiles “you do and I’m so okay with it” he says kissing your forehead. “That was the best wake up call ever, I want that every morning” he says and you burst out laughing “not going to happen” you say taking a breathe from all the laughing and he squeezes your butt “it was worth a shot” he said smiling at you and you nod “yeah good try” you say.
You sit up a bit and so does he “I need to brush my teeth and clean out my mouth” you say smirking at him and he smiles “what you don’t like my cum in your mouth?” He says and you roll your eyes giving him a nudge “you do taste good but I’d rather be not have cum in my mouth all day” you say scooting over and getting off the bed. “Not even mine?” He yells as you enter the bathroom “shut up Derek, not even yours” you say as you begin brushing your teeth. As you finish Derek walks in, just in his boxers, you in a pair of underwear and one of his shirts. “I guess I’ll wash up a bit too” he says turning on the shower and taking off his boxers “I’ll be out in a second for breakfast” he says stepping in. You finish and decide you might as well hop in with him, breakfast can wait. You strip down and hop in. “Well hello” Derek says pulling you in and kissing you. “I got a little sweaty from this mornings activity as well, figured I should get cleaned up for the day anyways” you say kissing him and the pulling away to spin him around “now come one let’s actually get clean” you say picking up the shampoo and rubbing it through his hair. You both get clean and dried odd before heading out for breakfast and the rest of your day.

This was short! I hope you liked it!!

Wake up.
He doesn’t think about you at all.
He doesn’t care.
Maybe he did.
But if he did, he could’ve done something about it won’t he?
Now wake up girl.

Work out. Get that dream body you’ve always wanted.
Have fun. Party at that club downtown.
Go out with your friends. Or go somewhere alone and enjoy it.
Study. Aim for the best. Get the highest score in class.
Do something you’ve never done. Be good at it too.

Stop thinking about him. Do something for yourself.

Because you’re worth it.

—  It’s okay to be selfish.

“Who would sacrifice everything they’ve worked for just for their dumb sibling?”

Inspired by @pengychan‘s flat dreams fic, thAT COMPLETELY OBLITERATED MY HEART CHRIST i actually teared up honestly.

My TLD Theory

Okay, so I’ve no idea if I’m late to the party, but I have reason to believe that TLD is also a dream sequence, or something played out in Sherlock’s head

Things still do not add up. Everyone’s character has done a 180.

Allow me to explain:

•John’s lack of concern for Sherlock and the fact that he calls him a liar when he finds out Sherlock is back on drugs and thinks he’s faking. John Watson would never do that. We’ve seen John’s reactions to Sherlock’s relapse: Anger, disappointment, worry, and devastation. We have never, ever seen John disbelieve Sherlock when it comes to a case, yet John questions Sherlock every time when it comes to
Culverton. (Recall in TRF, John tells Sherlock that he knows he’s for real and eventually that no one would ever convince him that Sherlock told him a lie. In TEH when Sherlock returns, John still helps Sherlock in his case to save London. My point is, John’s always been right by Sherlock’s side.

•Mary’s sudden warmth and apology. No, I’m not talking about subconscious Mary because most of that is John speaking to himself, as Mary points out multiple times. I mean the obvious: she gives her life to save Sherlock, when John reads the letter from Mary, it’s filled with “my darling” and “my love”. She also apologizes to Sherlock for shooting him. She never apologizes in HLV after shooting Sherlock, she doesn’t show remorse, and we’re expected to forgive her. She especially doesn’t show any worry when she also finds out Sherlock has nearly overdosed on drugs, she just mocks him for reading John’s first blog entry and doesn’t seem to care the way John and Mycroft do

•Also, Mycroft’s heterosexuality. I’m just saying. Let’s also note the fact that Lady Smallwood’s name is Elizabeth and not Alicia…and we all know who’s horrid with names.

Don’t believe me yet? It’s alright, here’s more evidence:

•Recall how Lestrade and John make fun of Sherlock for being like a baby in T6T, John specifically saying, “Never a word of thanks. Can’t even tell peoples faces apart”

•John can very well tell people’s faces apart. He would have known the difference between Elizabeth and his therapist. Who can’t tell the difference between faces? Sherlock.

•"Faith" is also a mirror for Sherlock. Yes, I am aware that “Faith” can be seen as a mirror for him and John as well, but let’s recall the, “Your life is not your own” line. Just keep that in mind for a second.

•"Faith" is suicidal and Sherlock deduces that rather quickly because he knows what it’s like. He says, “You’re suicidal, you’re allowed chips.” and it may be a simple line to some, but to others, you know where I’m going with this. Sherlock is found to be eating chips in the dark when Mary comes to him with the skip code in TEH

•I’m aware that she can be seen as a John mirror for the fact that she uses a cane and it reminds Sherlock of John and the fact that she’s carrying a gun and is suicidal (much like we see of John in ASiP when the camera focuses in on the gun in his drawer) but she also fits in for Sherlock because Sherlock has always been ready to die for John. He tells “Faith”, “Taking your own life. Interesting expression-taking it from who? Once it’s over, it’s not you who’ll miss it. Your own death is something that happens to everybody else. Your life is not your own. Keep your hands off it.” Sherlock has always lived for John Watson. He even reminds James Sholto to live for John in TSoT, “Yes of course, but not at John’s wedding! We would never do that, you and I. We would never do that to John Watson.” Of course Sherlock has considered his suicide, of course Sherlock has considered his death. But his life is not his own, it belongs to John. It’s him who he loves, him who he lives for.

•Back to the faces. The fact that John cannot tell Eurus’ face apart is not at all in John’s character. He might not have been able to tell his girlfriend’s lives apart, but he knew faces very well.

•I’m still on the theory that John had been texting Sherlock. That Sherlock subconsciously used his own mirror in place of himself. I’ll explain my reasoning. When John tells subconscious Mary, he says, “And that’s all it was. Just texting. But I wanted more. And do you know something? I still do.” John saying that he wants “more” would be more with “Elizabeth”. In the logical sense. But that makes no logical sense. “More” with who exactly? Obviously Sherlock. If Sherlock mirrored himself into the affair. John says that they “texted, constantly” and if you recall the texts between John and who I believe to be Sherlock, there’s so much warmth and recognition there.

• Another piece of evidence that this is in Sherlock’s head? Sherlock is in John’s head. Hear me out for a sec. At the end of TLD, Sherlock puts on the deerstalker. He says, “I’m Sherlock Holmes-I wear the damn hat!” And as they walk out, Sherlock adds in, “Isn’t that right, Mary?” No. That’s all wrong. Mary only ever mentioned the deerstalker as John’s subconscious. Once when Sherlock goes with Culverton and John to meet the kids, when subconscious Mary is sitting in the chair, telling John he should have made Sherlock wear the hat and back at 221B, she says, “Go and solve a crime together, make him wear the hat. Actually, he should wear the hat as a special tribute to me. I’m dead, I would really appreciate it.” How in the world would Sherlock know to say, “Isn’t that right, Mary?”

So, yeah. That’s about all I have for now, so if anyone wants to help me out or correct me here, it’d be much appreciated and I hope some of you don’t mind me tagging some of you as a form of me asking you for your opinions