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Why S4 (including TFP) might be a continuation of TAB

  • TAB doesn’t end on the tarmac - it ends with Victorian Holmes looking through the window at modern Baker Street. It seems like a perfect bridge between TAB and S4. He says he’s a man out of this time, then the next thing we see is modern Sherlock tweeting and still being a bit out of character. 
  • All the ‘’fuckiness’’ started in TAB, not in T6T. Like this scene
  • Their sudden change in appearance. 
  • Sherlock didn’t really solve the case in TAB because that wasn’t the point. Same pattern in S4.
  • The abominable bride is an old case, so are the S4 ones. If you watch HLV and then TLD  you’ll notice they’re almost the same story. 
  • ‘’You’ve been reading John’s blog’’ that’s why he imagines T6T.
  • ‘’It helps me if I see myself through his eyes sometimes’’ explains why TFP is like a Bond/horror film.
  • He tells Ella he needs to know what to do about John, then we get a retelling of HLV with broken John and Sherlock trying to save him. I hate this show?
  • Being on a plane is literally being high (on drugs). If you watch S4 with this mindset EMP becomes even more obvious. T6T - planes, TLD - drugs, TFP - planes. Same thing. They told us
  • He’s literally shown sleeping on a plane in T6T.
  • Moriarty telling Sherlock it’s not the fall that kills him. It’s the landing. And it’s unresolved because Sherlock still hasn’t woken up/hasn’t landed. We don’t even know how Sherlock survived tha fall in TRF.
  • ‘’You’re in deep Sherlock, deeper than you ever intented to be’’ hence all the plot holes. Of course it doesn’t make sense, it’s not real.
  • The girl on a plane is Sherlock. She doesn’t know how to land, the plane is going to crash. Sherlock probably can’t wake up, again, ‘’he’s deeper than he ever intended to be’’. 
  • TAB flash back in TFP which ties everything up for me. Curious thing is that he’s alone there, as if he took a step back since TAB. It doesnt matter who you really are, Sherrinford, etc. Which leads us to

The virus in the data: TAB - Moriarty, S4 - Mary.

AGRA = Mary = memory stick. She’s literally stepping out of a hacker’s house. It can’t get any more obvious, can it? Well…

She infected the story, the redemption arc is just a facade and Sherlock has finally realised she’s the real virus. Miss me? That’s why the fourth season is so wrong.

It’s time to wake up, Sherlock.

Themed-day: Digital (Duel) Monsters

It’s finally arrived. That is, the debut of the sixth Yu-Gi-Oh! series, Yu-Gi-Oh! VRAINS. To commemorate the occasion, I’ll be posting three TCG cards that made their debut in  this episode…Oh wait.

Well, in lieu of that, here’s the next best thing: Three cards with a fitting theme of being related, in some way, to computers/futuristic/etc.

With that in mind, hope you all have a great rest of your day and enjoy today’s card posts. Into the VRAINS, we go….

51. Loud Sex/Knowing Someone Can Hear

Word Count: 469
Written by: @lovelynemesis

Originally posted by lovershub

Every person in the Avengers compound knew what you and Bucky sounded like when you had sex. They had heard it all; every dirty word, every moan, every shout. You weren’t going to apologize for having an amazing sex life. Tonight, was no exception.

Two of Bucky’s metal fingers were currently buried deep in your pussy, curled at just the right angle, pulling scandalous moans from your lips. Bucky smiled against your neck and started pumping his fingers faster, your wetness easily gliding the way.

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AU where six year old Izuku met a young man with brown hair and kind brown eyes that sometimes turned orange. A young man who had the brilliant Orange Flames that didn’t burn Izuku when he touched the flames and sometimes grew as cold as ice. A young man who taught Izuku how to harness his own Orange Flames. 

Eight short weeks Izuku spent with that young man who believed that Izuku could do anything that Izuku set his mind too. Eight short weeks until the young man had to leave to go home. Eight short weeks that flew by too fast. 

On that last day, Sawada Tsunayoshi knelt down to Izuku’s eye level and ruffled Izuku’s black hair. 

“Keep on doing your best with your Dying Will, okay Izuku-kun?” 

The Lady Professor and The Writer: Or, Still Working Hard

by: mldrgrl
rating: R
summary: Hank goes on a two week book tour and misses Stella

Hank was never very fond of book tours, less so as time passed.  It was the travel, mostly, not the signings or readings.  Those could still be fun.  But, the older he got, the more of a homebody he became.  Living out of hotels for weeks at a time could be fun for a few days, but not for weeks.  Being away from his things, away from his routine, away from Stella, held no appeal.

He fought with Charlie about it, but in the end, agreed to a two week tour around the states, hitting the major cities he was the most popular in.  LA, of course, New York, of course, Chicago, Atlanta, Phoenix, San Francisco, Denver, Seattle, Boston, Baltimore, St. Louis, Providence, and oddly enough, Omaha.  Not in that order.  One night in each city.  He would be on a plane every day for thirteen days.  

He finished the first week on the west coast and then began heading east.  He was mostly looking forward to the last three days on the journey because it would require the least travel time and energy.  Boston to Providence to New York.  He would spend an extra day in New York to see Becca, and then he would fly home.

By the time he made it to Boston and into the home stretch, he was so anxious to be finished, the Q&As and the signings were becoming one giant blur.  Then again, they were all the same, just the faces changed.  He could handle one in his sleep at this point, and it was a good thing too, because he felt like he was sleepwalking through it.  When he got home he was going to have to ask Charlie to review the offers again on his last book for film rights.  If any of them were decent enough, it could buy him some rest and relaxation for awhile.

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anonymous asked:

hi ! could you recommend got7 blogs to follow ?

hi anon! i’d be more than happy to 🤗

here are some blogs that are pretty active and post majority if not only got7 stuff:

@amerithotkongs @bambama1  @cyjsgirl @fuckyeahchoiyoungjae @fyars @holyfuckmark @imjaebeomtrash @incorrectgot7quotes @jackbum @jackseunie @mark2young2jae @markificent @myhomeistuan @peachyparkjinyoung @pinkhoodiemark @ranqueenie @ult2jae @umma-jy @yjarssunshine @youngjai @yugy-uhm 

hope that helps!! 💕

A Broken Warrior

Modern AU 
Soldier Ivar x Reader
A Broken Warrior: One-shot, 10,759 words.
(Treat yourself to a glass of wine while reading this. Or two. It really is that long. One day I will learn my lesson. One day…)
Warnings: Angst. Swearing. Amputation. Very, very mild descriptions of sexual intercourse. 
All of the Heathen Army’s amazing Modern AU Ivar fics inspired me to go in all out and write a one-shot for two of my favourite things - Ivar and uniforms!
It was meant to be a little fluff fic, then it progressed onto a medium angst fic but in the end it just ended up being a big, old mess of hurt/comfort because I just can’t quit. It’s ended up being REALLY long so I hope it isn’t too difficult to follow. I realised about 2/3rds of the way through that this should have been a series but I couldn’t bring myself to start again since I have Healing Hands to finish. 

As a little girl, you never knew what kind of man you’d end up loving when you grew up. Sometimes you imagined being the wife of a doctor, or maybe the wild, leather-wearing lover of rock star. Occasionally, you even saw yourself marrying an astronaut or even becoming the glamorous girlfriend of a famous football player. The one thing you’d never imagined was falling head over heels for a soldier but that was exactly what happened when Ivar Lothbrok walked into your empty bar on a quiet Tuesday afternoon.

As a student in a big city, you knew that you had to get a part-time job to help yourself through college. Back in your own home town, your parents had owned a local diner so the logical option was to seek employment as a waitress. It wasn’t difficult to find work tending tables in a place that had both a university and a military base so soon enough, you started working at a local watering hole. It didn’t take very long for you to get a promotion to a bartender and after a few weeks of training, your manager felt comfortable enough to leave you alone on quiet week nights. It was during one of these slow weekdays that a group of three men and two women crashed through the doors, laughing cheerfully as they collapsed into a booth at the back of the bar.

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bartender || calum hood

You laid on the couch of the house you shared with your best friend.

“Get your ass up, we’re going out. You’re gonna get hot, we’re gonna call some friends and we’re gonna stop mopping.” The curly haired ray of sunshine that was Ashton, said coming in the room.

“I don’t feel like it.” You whine.

“I have it on good authority that Calum is bartending at that new club.”

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anonymous asked:

Can i request a soulmate au scenario for dazai where they can feel each other's pain when they get hurt??

Ah soulmate AU’s are super cute~

Dazai looked like an idiot.

Atsushi sunk back into the office chair with a frown as his mentor continued to curse and whimper while shaking his hand as if he was trying to get invisible muck off his fingers. At first Atsushi had been concerned about the constant pain Dazai claimed to have on his hands and in certain areas of his face, mainly his tongue, but after two weeks of this Atsushi—much like there rest of the ADA—had learned to ignore it.

The brunette continued to whine about the burning ‘rays of the sun’ melting the skin off his hand as he danced around in circles. Kunikida’s laptop slammed shut after the third time Dazai cried out for help. Silence fell upon the three men after a thunderous boom resonated throughout the building. Now, Dazai’s injuries were at least visible after Kunikida had slammed him face first into the floor. More blubbering fell from Dazai’s lips, muffled of course by a face full of flooring, but nonetheless it was enough to make a vein pop in Kunikida’s forehead.

“How about we go get some dinner?” Atsushi stuttered, attempting to break the ever-growing vehemence and tension.

“Good idea Atsushi-kun!” Dazai mused as he finally pushed himself up on his knees. “If I can even use chopsticks with my injured hand.”

At this point Atsushi wished he had the strength to flip Dazai out the window; instead he groaned and put his forehead on the desk.


The walk to the restaurant was mildly uneventful except for Dazai commenting on how lovely the cherry blossom trees looked and how romantic it would be to hang himself from such a beautiful creation of nature. If Atsushi hadn’t pointed out they had arrived Kunikida would have more likely than not tossed Dazai into his ‘elegant grave’ without a care in the world.

Delicious scents filled the small restaurant as the trio walked through the doors and took their usual seat near the back corner. This was a newer place the ADA had started to frequent when they were out and away from the office. An opportunity to start a new tab and not pay for his meals was something Dazai would never pass up, and he didn’t mind the food either. However, the sting in his hands had been overshadowing the majority of his thoughts for the past week or two. At first he assumed this was an injury sustained at random, but the continuous burns and cuts made his stomach curl. The person meant to be the other half of him—his soulmate—seemed to be constantly in pain and that left him on edge every morning when he woke up.

He’d tried to reason the injuries from all points of view, but there were too many solutions to narrow them down. Regardless of whether they were self-inflicted or not he couldn’t shake the worry that they were, in fact, inflected by someone other than his soulmate. A malicious someone who enjoyed seeing her hands seared with marks, her arms cut with sharp knives, and spots on her neck splattered with boiling water. The thought alone nearly lurched his breakfast all over the table. Rarely did Dazai find himself affected this much by the thought of torture, hell he’d seen it growing up as if it was a natural part of life, but he presumed his connection ran levels deeper with his soulmate. This, he concluded, is why he felt absolutely sick with dread every time he felt his hands grow warm until pricks of stinging, white hot pain engulfed them completely.


Dazai blinked as the fog of his own thoughts cleared and turned to the sound of your voice. Steam billowed like a train engine from the massive pot on the stove as you winced and jumped back, holding the edge of your finger in your mouth. Dazai watched you with a curious smile; he’d seen you running around the back like a chicken with your head cut off more than once now. You were new, inexperienced, and rather adorable as you tried to find your footing in the new restaurant. Cupping his cheek with his palm he lets himself follow your movements.

After a few seconds his eyes widened and the tip of his forefinger began to burn. His breath hitched in his throat as he brought his finger to his mouth to ease the pain, heart hammering roughly in his chest. The moment you disappeared into the back he felt a chuckle rumbling in his throat at his own stupidity. Wordlessly he rose from the table and casually walked behind the counter, sneaking through the double doors where he noticed you leaning against a corner attempting to open a tube of burn gel.

“Oh, did you need something sir? You’re not really supposed to be back here.” You mumble, nearly dropping the tube in your hand.

“Here, let me help.” Dazai chuckles, honey-brown eyes lighting up as they meet with yours.

Gently the cap untwists and Dazai slides the thick gel along the tip of his thumb and begins to rub it feather-light over the reddened skin of your finger. Butterflies explode in his stomach, fluttering their tickling sensation down his arms and legs the moment his skin makes contact with yours. For a moment the world stops and lightening cracks in his chest; he’s never felt so warm.

“Your finger looks red too..” you murmur, attempting to control the flushed feeling engulfing your body. “Please tell me you feel this weird heat and I’m not dying or something.”

Dazai laughs and holds up his own burned finger, though slightly less red, it matches the pattern from the steam burn. Your eyes widen; he sighs and wipes the remaining gel on his injured finger. His torso dips a bit and his eyes flutter close as he brings your injured hand to his lips. He kisses a light trail from below the gel down to the center of your palm and to your wrist.

“My name is Dazai Osamu, and I believe it’s in our destiny that I take you out tonight. Considering you’re my soulmate and all.” He says with a wink.

Your brows furrow; his heart stops.

“Of course, but you’re the reason I always feel like I’m drowning and I’d love an explanation.”

Dazai blinks rapidly and places your hand on his heart.

“Ah! My beautiful other half is talented and smart too! My darling!”

“Get out of my kitchen,” you giggle and tap your palm against his chest, “I get off and seven. Pick me up here at eight and don’t fall into a river on the way home okay?”

Dazai grins and kisses your hand again before slipping out of the door back into the dining room. Kunikida is nose deep in his book, barely noticing or caring about his partner’s exit, while Atsushi’s eyes are focused at the swirling tofu in his bowl. Quietly Dazai plops back down, crossing his ankle over his knee. His head cranes to watch you return to your place in front of the stove, wincing every time he sees you pick up a knife. He would have to teach you how to handle those things better, but despite the irony of having one of the clumsiest and accident prone soulmates in the city he couldn’t help but feel unusually happy and almost completely human.


pairing: daveed diggs x reader

summary: reader’s friend gets distracted by Rafael on a night out, and daveed is there to keep her entertained

warnings: NSFW! alcohol, swearing, clippng lyrics (they’re filthy wow), semi-public sex (?), and smut, like, SMUT. 

word count: 3,004

a/n: this largely exists so I can get over Daveed’s verse in the clippng song “tonight” where he just talks through sex and then PANTS INTO THE MIC. BYE. this is my first ham imagine, so…yeah. inbox is open for feedback and requests and friendship and shiiit. 

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anonymous asked:

How about UT!Grillby, UF!Grillby, and OT!Grillby realizing they're in love?

Let me handle this! - Mod Sync

Undertale Grillby

It’s a gradual thing. If you’re the kind to jokingly flirt, he starts to notice how the flirting actually flusters him. He starts excusing you paying your tab. He anticipates you coming in and misses you when you’re gone. He starts to stand near you more when you’re at the bar, to chat or just listen to you between serving customers. He begins to want to meet you outside his bar. Sans makes a casual remark about you and Grillby, a pun about fire or “light of their life” or something, and Grillby pauses. He realizes you have become something special to him. He realizes how much you’ve taken over his thoughts. He realizes he wants you at his side. He realizes he loves you.

Underfell Grillby

It’s a long time after you’ve met him, but it hits him all at once. At first he just treats you as any other customer or regular; gruffly polite with a healthy does of wariness. He doesn’t start to take notice of anything until you are very consistently a regular. When you’re in the bar things just feel more…. Relaxed? He isn’t as tense as he normally feels when you’re not around. Even so, he’s become far more in tune with the moods of the other customers when you’re there, so a fight doesn’t break out. He doesn’t want you hurt, even if he doesn’t know why. Because you actually pay for your orders? Because you’re not outright terrified of him? He doesn’t want to give you a reason to not want to come back. It when a fight does happen while you’re at the bar, that everything comes to a head. His first instinct is to protect you. And he does. He’s got you in the safest spot he can think of; next to him. After everything has calmed down, all of his attention is on you, making sure you’re ok. When you look at him, so close to him for the first time, he freezes. All at once, he understands. He’s in love with you, and he doesn’t know what to do.

Outertale Grillby

He’s actually quick on the uptake. He doesn’t act on anything, though. He likes you because you treat him as he is; just another person. After you’ve become a regular, he actively tries to get to know you. You’ve charmed him in your own way. But he knows better than to act quickly or rashly. He’s a patient monster. He’ll wait and see where this goes. He talks with you as often as he can, does little things he knows makes you laugh or smile. The closer you two grow, the more he knows he’s falling. He might be considered a bit of a hopeless romantic, but he just wants you happy. He loves you, because you are a light in your own right.
Open Tab - Mooifyourecows - Haikyuu!! [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

I’m just going to set this… RIGHT FUCKIN’ HERE.

Originally posted by theauthor11

Modern HBO War Headcanons

So I had some people ask for more modern TP and BoB headcanons, which i’m more than happy to deliver! So without further ado: 

  • Chuckler has seen every episode of SpongeBob SquarePants. He can and will reference them and if you don’t get the reference he will be vaguely disappointed. 
  • Webster and Liebgott got snowed in together one time. Liebgott became bored enough that he actually agreed to play Scrabble with Web. Web kept trying to use big, pretentious words. Liebgott would call him out on it every time and they would just descend into another argument. What should have been a short game turned into four straight hours of bickering and Liebgott’s ultimate triumph. He, of course, will not let Webster live it down.
  • Luz throws a massive Halloween party every year where everyone is invited. One year Tab showed up with his face painted entirely pink. He was “Pink Floyd”.
  • Hoosier and Tab started a doggie rescue service that caters toward placing dogs with veterans. Nixon is one of their top donators. Joe Toye was one of their first participants. He saw this squatty, old English Bulldog with its tongue hanging out and he kinda fell in love.  Its name was originally Spike, but Joe calls him “Bud” so much that it essentially became his new name.
  • Webster was given two pairs of shark socks and a shark coloring book in the Easy Company Secret Santa last Christmas.  He’s almost certain it was a gag gift but he unabashedly loves them. One pair of socks has sharks all over them and the other looks like the sharks are eating his feet. He uses the coloring book to relax when he’s hit a mental roadblock while working on a story for his paper.
  •  Luz is the host of a pretty popular radio show. On the side he does voice acting, particularly for video games.  Sometimes one of the other guys will be playing a game and realize that the NPC they are talking to is Luz, which is both great and weird.
  • Babe has the absolute worst (or best, if it’s your thing I guess?) taste in alcoholic beverages. For instance, he loves mixing Kool-Aid with pretty much anything. What’s more, when he gets drunk he starts singing and doing some pretty terrible karaoke.
  •  Hoosier, similarly, enjoys really shitty, cheap beer. He drinks a lot, almost a concerning amount. But since he isn’t drinking hard liquor he always looks a lot more sober than some of the guys around him.
  • Snafu knows one of the guys on the show Swamp People. They both frequent the same bar. According to Sanf, “He’s alright.”
  • Snafu has also managed to thoroughly creep out all his neighbors. He’s one of those dudes that just sits on his porch for hours, just chillin’. But he stares at all the people that walk by with his big ol’bug eyes and just grunts when someone says hello.
  • Buck’s place is basically a frat house on Superbowl Sunday. Everybody comes to party, even those that don’t care about football at all. (I’m looking at you, Hoosier.)  
  • Actual local saint Shifty Powers does yard work and other little odd jobs for his elderly neighbors. Sometimes when he needs an extra set of hands for a job, Lipton or Randleman will come around and help.  The nice, elderly women will always bake them some kind of treats in return.
Hitched (7/11)

a Captain Swan AU fan fiction

Summary:  After a series of events leave her life in pieces, Emma Swan finds herself hitchhiking out of Maine, her wallet empty and her heart broken. The best she hopes for is a driver who isn’t a pervert and takes her far away from the painful memories of Storeybrooke. But when she finds a ride with a quiet truck driver named Jones, Emma discovers that maybe a trustworthy friend is all she needs.

Rating: M or MA; some profanity and sex scenes.

Cover art: created by the absolutely fabulous @thesschesthair!!

Links: // ao3 // ch. 1 //  ch. 2 // ch. 3 // ch. 4 // ch. 5 // ch. 6 // ch. 8 // ch. 9 // ch. 10 // epilogue

(also @teamhook, @like-waves-on-the-beach, @lenfaz, @followbatb, @stardusted-nymph@optomisticgirl, @xpumpkindumplingx​, and @spartanguard, thank you thank you thank you for reading and requesting tags!)



The name of the bar blared cheerfully from a green marquee over the front doorway.  Despite the cold, the door was thrown open, emitting a generous belch of country music and beer-fueled revelry from inside. Gaudy poinsettia decorations blinked from the front windows, a tinsel-clogged wreath dangling from the door handle.

“The Four-Leaf Clover, huh?” Emma said as they trudged toward it, their boots crunching in the gravel of the parking lot, cars clumped tightly together at the far end. “Sounds like a fun place.”

“Hmm,” was Jones’ only response.

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7x15... (Again lol)

I kinda realized something. So when Ezra and Wren met they definitely both looked like they’ve met before. Honestly, I do not think they’ve ever met. But they both definitely know each other and here’s possibly why:

Spencer in this scene clearly isn’t Spencer and is possibly A.D. or apart of A.D.’s team in some shape or form. With that said, we all saw that their conversation looked pretty heated. Possibly discussing something A.D. related. A.D. knows everything about the liars and everyone in their lives. So if Wren knows about A.D. and that whole situation, then he would know everyone involved, the liars, their families, friends, lovers, this includes Ezra. 

Now for Ezra’s reaction, this guy was writing a book since the show started and even had a tab on Wren so he knows that he exists

I’m not trying to be the debbie downer or trash anyones theories, but I’m pretty sure this is the reason for those looks Wren and Ezra gave each other. I would hope not, but I honestly don’t give this show that much credit for coming up with that good of a storyline. 

Let me know what you think!