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.
‘’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.
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?”
A very large spreadsheet of 400-ish (dubiously) lesbian-interest movies
Why does it exist?
Me and some college friends were hosting Gay Movie Mondays and running out of things to see, especially things with happy endings. Digging through the depths of the internet for every imaginable scrap of lesbian content somehow seemed like a good solution.
What’s in it?
Movies. Some worth seeing, some not. Some with lesbians, some with bi ladies, some with all of one male-gaze-y lady-on-lady kiss, and more.
Basic info. Year. Title. Language. MPAA Rating. The usual.
Gay info. Who’s in it? Do we get a happy ending? Do we bury any gays?
My bad taste. A brief description and some very subjective ratings on the Quality of Film, Quality of Gay, Quantity of Gay, and overall enjoyability.
Spoilers. Lots. This was made for folks who like to know what’s coming in their gay media. Columns to skip to avoid them are noted inside.
The ability to sort out what you want to watch by any of the above.
What’s not in it?
Comprehensive content warnings. There are warnings, but they aren’t a trigger list.
100% accurate information. I can only concretely vouch for what I’ve seen, and I have definitely not seen all 400 of these films. If anyone actually does that, I’m handing off admin duties to you immediately.
100% of all lesbian movies ever. Every time I go looking I find more. Happy to add them, sorry if I missed your fav.
Links to watch. Not taking chances with google’s copyright policies.
Please take note of the disclaimers in the “Start Here” tab and use this garbage resource responsibly but otherwise…
The Sims 4 Screenshot Tips: How to Take Better Pictures of Your Sims
It’s a Snap!
Have you ever taken a screenshot while playing The Sims 4? Did it come out as good as you wanted? It’s fine if it didn’t! Taking good screenshots is a lot harder than hitting “Print Screen” and moving on. When we take the screenshots of The Sims 4 you see on our website, we put a lot of time into them, and consider everything from the storytelling to the composition and lighting.
If you want to take your The Sims 4 screens to the next level, we’ve put together some tips you can follow along with!
Decide on a subject. What is the focus of your screenshot? What story are you trying to tell? Whether it’s your hilarious Sim or a really fun animation, give yourself a direction to help focus the design of your shot around that particular subject. For this exercise, I want to show my Sim cooking.
QUICK TIP: If a Building or Lot is your subject, build out neighboring Lots and fill with Sims to give it some life.
Find the moment. This may be the most important tip. Find the exact frame you want to capture and build your shot around that. Play through the interaction a few times to get a sense of the animation. Pause the game to look at various frames in more detail and from multiple angles. Repeat until you find… The moment. Bingo!
Position your Camera. You’re going to need to get your camera into the perfect position. Luckily, there are a bunch of hotkeys for Camera Controls that might make that easier. Here are some to get started:
• [tab] key = “Free Camera Mode”
• [w, a, s, d, q, e] = Moves your camera
• [z & x] = Zoom
• [ctrl] + [5, 6, 7, 8, or 9] = Saves your camera positions
• [5, 6, 7, 8, or 9] = Recalls your saved positions
• [c] = captures and saves a screenshot
QUICK TIP: Search “Photography Composition Rules” online for some good techniques.
Consider time of day. Whether you’re outside or in a room with no windows, the time of day doesn’t just affect the lighting of your shot. A shadow can provide texture to an open area off lot. Earlier morning sunlight can drape over the carpet of your living room. Most importantly, it adds context to your story.
Toss in clutter items. It’s all about the details. Clutter items can help make a set feel lived in and give your Sims some ownership to the space.
QUICK TIP: Every wall is an opportunity, not a Garage Sale. Simplify your shot to keep the viewer focused on your subject.
Light your Sims. Have your scene set? All filled with the right objects? Sim in the right pose? Cool, now you can start lighting. The focus of my screenshot is my Sim. So I want to start lighting him before I light the rest of the scene. Try not to think of lighting a room, but rather where you want to draw the eye of the viewer. With too many lights, a scene loses depth and begins looking evenly lit and flat.
QUICK TIP: The “Lamp Named Claudine” is great for lighting Sims without completely affecting the rest of your scene.
Add final polish. Minor adjustments to lighting, color and object placement. Consider using thought balloons to show what your Sim is thinking. The community has a collection online.
QUICK TIP: Keep walls up when taking screenshots.
And that’s it! Follow these tips, and you’re well on your way to taking better screenshots of your Sims.
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.
The kid hangs his hand out, stiff in the same way Sam must have taught him, waiting for introductions. Dean looks at the offending hand, thinks of the blood on his own. He slumps past the kid, scuffing him with his shoulder in lieu of a reply.
He hears Sam give his name, and then the kid—Lucifer’s kid—says, “Ah, Dean,” and it sounds so much like a smile that Dean’s gut churns.
Then, like it’s a normal thing to say, the kid adds, “My father loved you very much.”
Request:I read the request of @yona–hime that you wrote (the “it was only a bet” one) and I wanted to tell you that I absolutely love your writing and creativity. But it left me a little sad and hoping for more. So I wondered if you would be willing to write an apology bts reaction thingy… you know what I mean. It’s in your hands how it’ll end… but I would love to read a bts trying to get you back/apologising type of writing💕
A/N: Kimchi jjigae is kimchi stew in Korean
You pushed around your stew, chewing on the inside of your cheek, gaze lost somewhere between your small plate of kimchi and your bowl of rice.
“How’s your kimchi jjigae?” Seokjin’s quiet yet anything but calming voice rang through the awkward silence.
“Fine,” You winced at your too hasty response and peered up through long eyelashes to catch a glimpse of his reaction. “It’s good,” you added, almost as an afterthought. You mentally kicked yourself.
You set your spoon down and folded your hands neatly in your lap, eyes still trained on his broad form sitting across from you. “What did you want to talk about, Seokjin?”
Your mind ran through the possibilities once again. Since he had texted you this morning out of the blue about meeting up and talking, it was all your mind could focus on, making work and the drive home almost impossible to get through. Your brow furrowed as Seokjin shifted umcomfotably in his his chair, languid fingers coming up to rub soothingly at his forearm.
“I wanted to apologize.” His words fell slowly, almost as if he was forcing them out, dragging them tooth and nail into the deafening silence before him. Before you knew it, words were tumbling so fast from his lips, it was almost hard to make sense of everything. “Look, I’m sorry, (Y/N). I know our relationship didn’t end on a good note, but I thought that maybe, if we worked out some of our bigger issues we could give it another try. Give us another try. You were the one person at the end of the day, I enjoyed talking to, to unload all my stress on, to rant to about, if the other boys were getting out of hand. Hell, you’re almost like a second mother to them, and they miss you, so I was hoping th-”
Wide brown eyes met your hard gaze. You sighed.
“You ended our 2 year relationship over a text while you were away in another country touring. I had no feasible way of contacting you, unless you called me, which you didn’t, not even to explain yourself. All I got was a lame ‘it’s not you, it’s me’.”
You dipped your head to catch his gaze steadfast on the kitchen table, jaw set tight. “I loved you with everything I had, and I still do, but the last 6 months have been a living hell. Because I was convinced that no one else would want me. That my love wasn’t good enough for anyone. Do you know how that feels, Seokjin? To watch the man you loved so fucking much just carry on with his schedule like he didn’t just break someone’s heart?”
“(Y/N), please believe me when I say I am so fucking sorry.” His lips parted, chest rising with emotion, eyes searching for the words that just wouldn’t come.
Tears streamed down your face, ruining the makeup you had worked so meticulously on. “I agreed to meet you tonight to show you that I don’t need you. Just like you showed me that you didn’t need me.” You breathed deeply, throwing your napkin on top of your unfinished dinner. “Forgive me when I say this, Seokjin, but I will not let you hurt me again.”
You stood from your chair, and headed towards the kitchen door. You turned back towards him, almost regretting catching a glimpse of his fallen face. “Thanks for dinner, Seokjin.”
[8:33pm] You: you almost here?”
[8:35pm] Yoongs☕: what are you talking about
A disbelieving snort and an eye roll later, you typed the frustration into your phone. You readjusted in your bar stool.
[8:35pm] You: Yoongi
[8:36pm] You: you promised me drinks tonight.
[8:36pm] You: remember???
You set your phone down on the bar and resisted the urge to rub your face in irritation. You faked a smile at the bartender and held up your hand for his attention. “A Jack and Coke, please.”
You phone lit up in the hazy light of the bar and you immediately answered it with a sigh.
“(Y/N), don’t hate me. I completely forgot about tonight.”
Yoongi’s deep timbre rang through your phone. Namjoon’s low voice barely registered through the back noise and your heart sank. He wasn’t coming tonight.
You nodded at the bartender as he set a napkin and your drink down. “I’ll start a tab.” You forced another smile.
“Are you already there?”
You swallowed hard. “Yeah. I am.”
“Shit, baby, I’m really sorry, but I can’t make it tonight. We’re almost finished with this track and-,”
“Save it, Yoongi.” The calm in your voice surprised even yourself. You sipped at your mixed drink, the burn easing your nerves only slightly. “I think we need to talk.”
An almost impatient sigh came through and irritation sparked anew in your chest. “Can it wait, (Y/N)? We’re a little busy and the PD’s want the vocals recorded by tomorrow.”Burning hot anger burned it’s way through your logic and reasoning.
[12:03am] Yoongs☕: what did you want to talk about
[12:17am] You: loose my numberrr
[12:17am] Yoongs☕: are you drunk?
[12:18am] You: I’m mildly offenddedd
[12:19am] You: but a little yes
You groaned at the vibrating of your phone staring at the too bright screen. “What?”
“(Y/N), why did you want to talk? And why are you drunk?”
“I’m drunk because at least the bartender will pay attention to me. At least he can pretend to give a damn about my day.” You tried your hardest not to slur your words, to control your volume as much as possible. You exhaled a deep breath. “I think we should split up.”
“Baby, you’re not in your right state of mind.” What little patience Yoongi had at the end of a long day was wavering. “Go home, get into bed, and I’ll call you in the morning while you’re trying not to puke up your breakfast.”
“I’m being serious, Yoongi.” You prided yourself in how sober you sounded in that moment.
Silence. “Is that really what you want?”
You nodded before realizing he couldn’t see it. “Yeah,” was your quiet answer.
“Can we at least have coffee tomorrow afternoon to talk?”
“Yeah, if you don’t flake out like all the other times,” you snorted too loudly into the phone.
Yoongi uttered his words, dull pain laced through them. “I’ll see you tomorrow,(Y/N).”
You watched your iced coffee with feigned interest as you spun the straw in circles, chewing on your bottom lip.
“So, um…how’s work going?”
You cringed at the awkward ice breaker, conversation so dead you could beat it with a proverbial bat. You stopped your straw, picking up your beverage and taking a quick sip as if stalling for more time. You set it down on the outside table with a thunk. “Fine.” You managed out. “Busy, as always. How about you?”
Hoseok nodded as if it would single handedly cure the awkward tension. “Same.” A stiff chuckle forced itself from his lips. You sighed.
“Look, Hoseok.” You met his normally larger than life expression now replaced with a deep set frown and a nervous twitch of his lips.
“Hobi is fine-”
“Hoseok,” The look of hurt that washed over his face was hard to take in, but you pushed through. “I’m not sure why you called me out of the blue like this, but your voicemail wasn’t very clear. What did you want to talk about?”
Hoseok expelled a deep breath, running a hand through his unstyled hair. “I wanted to talk to you about…us.”
“Hoseok, there is no us. You made that clear when you left me.”
“(Y/N), I messed up. I thought that I would be fine after we split, but I’m not. I’m not as happy as I used to be, even the fans have started to notice.”
You rolled your eyes. “It’s still about the fans. It was always about the fans. That’s what tore us apart, remember? You said I was too jealous.”
“Look, I know, but if we could just give it one more chance, I think we could really work out. It was so easy to be with you and you made even the little things so fun and-,”
“So you’re bored now, is that what this is?”
“No, (Y/N), just listen to me!” Hoseok’s brows furrowed further in frustration as he reached for your hand in your lap. You closed your eyes, willing your heart to slow at his touch.
“Hobi,” You hated the pleading in your own voice. “We’ve had this argument so many times, it’s painful at this point.” You met his large eyes with your own. “Your fans are important to you, as they should be. We broke up for a reason, and maybe later on in life, when things have settled down, this could really, really work. But right now, we can’t.”
Hoseok blinked back tears at the finality of your words. He nodded, at nothing in particular, as he let go of your hand and stood from his chair.
“I’m sorry, Hoseok.” Your voice barely broke a whisper. “But this is the way it has to be.”
Namjoon (Rap Monster)
Warning: Intended mental health issues
“Baby, just talk to me. Tell me what’s on your mind.” Namjoon’s soft words made your skin itch with irritation.
“Don’t,” A soft warning that you prayed would carry all your mixed feelings. You pulled your knees up to rest your chin lightly on them and closed your eyes with a sigh.
“How can I make you feel better if you won’t let me inside your head?” He ran his large hand up and down your leg soothingly.
“Shit, Namjoon, don’t you think if I knew, I would tell you?! I can’t even fucking explain the shit that goes through my brain, let alone try and make someone else understand it!” You stood up from the couch, letting his hand drop and paced in the small room of his studio.
“How am I supposed to make you happy when I can’t even be happy myself?” Words that were meant for only yourself carried over to Namjoon’s place on the couch easily.
“What are you saying?”
You stopped and turned towards him, heart stampeding through your chest. “Maybe it’d be best if we took a break.”
“Baby, if you would just let me help you, just…try! I don’t want to lose you; you don’t need to be alone at a time like this.” His brow furrowed, hands flailing in front of him, desperately trying to get his point across.
You laughed dryly. “Namjoon, you could have anyone you ever wanted, yet you chose to stay with a screw-up like me. You can’t be happy in this. I’m not happy in this.”
You searched his dark eyes filled with nothing but confusion and a desperate need to understand you. Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes.
“Just give me some time to figure myself out. That’s all I’m asking.”
“Jimin, there is nobody else!” You threw your hands in exasperation, your phone settled between your place and his on the couch.
“Then who is Jaehoon?” he shot back, voice dripping with accusation.
You stared blankly, lips parted. He can’t be serious, right?
“Jimin,” You sighed and rubbed at your forehead. “That’s my dance instructor. You’ve met him.”
You looked up, his eyes focused hard on the space between you. You cocked your head to the side, a learned irritated habit you had picked up from one of the boys. “’Oh’? That’s it? No ‘I’m sorry’, no ‘I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions so fast’?”
“Look, (Y/N), I’m really sorry, I’m just under a bit of stress-”
“This isn’t the first time this has happened, Jimin.” You desperately wished he could understand how frustrating it was to always be accused, to always be questioned. “We’ve had arguments so similar to this, I can almost predict when and who you’re going to accuse me of being with, or why you think I don’t love you or whatever it is that day. I know you’ve had trouble with others in the past, but I just wish you wouldn’t doubt me. It hurts.”
Jimin’s gaze never left the couch cushion. You pushed on quietly.
“I think it would be best if we took a break until you can get yourself straight.”
Your boyfriend’s head shot up, usually soft eyes filled with surprise and hurt. “What? I can work through this (Y/N), just give me some time, but please don’t leave me like this. I can change, I swear.”
“Then prove to me you can. I still stand by what I say; a break would be good for us,” You hated the hurt that was written plain as day on his face, the glossed over eyes that refused to shed tears. “It’ll be good for you.”
“You don’t get to decide what’s good for me, (Y/N),” Jimin’s low growl was barely audible.
You squeezed your eyes shut, shoving down the irritated tone you hoped wouldn’t come through. “Then do it for me.”
You sighed deeply, eyes trained to the carpet. You didn’t know how much longer you could do this; your self confidence was deflating.
“But I don’t understand, (Y/N).” Taehyung’s deep voice sent chills down your spine, pain almost palpable in his question. “What did I do?”
Fresh tears streamed down your reddened cheeks. “Tae, you didn’t do anything. It’s me.” Sobs escaped your throat on your last words, You felt Taehyung’s hand rub soothing circles in your back. You gulped back the rest of your sobs, desperately trying to calm yourself. This was only going to get harder.
“I can’t make you choose between me and your career. I can’t do this anymore, Tae.” You looked up to Taehyung with pleading eyes, hoping he would understand the position you were in. “All the secret meetups, the covering up, I….it’s too much. I’m ready to settle down, and you can’t do that just yet.”
Taehyung’s chocolate brown eyes searched yours for any kind of solution. “I…I can change, (Y/N). I can make more time for you, I’ll talk to my manager about us being public.” He licked his dry lips. “Just please….please don’t leave me.”
You played with your fingers, more than anything wanting to reach out and comfort the man you had been in love with for the last year. You closed your eyes and sighed softly.
“Taehyung,” You called out his name, no honorifics, no nickname, just him. “You’ve given me the most amazing year of my life. Seriously, you’ve given the chance to experience things I could have never dreamed of.” You smiled at him, full of gratitude and fondness. “But I think it’s time we went out separate ways.”
Warning: Mention of issues with self worth
You pinched the bridge of your nose, frustration clouding your judgement. You puffed up your cheeks and blew out air.
“(Y/N), I thought we were happy?”
“No, Jeongguk. You were happy. You were too caught up in your job and your own self to see how bad it was. How much I’ve suffered through this. I’ve been called every name under the sun by people who don’t even know me. By girls younger than me. You told me the fans would respect our relationship and I truly believed that, because of how loyal they are to you. But you were wrong. I was wrong.” You breathed raggedly through your nose, trying to calm yourself down. “You may be used to this life, but I’m not. I can’t.”
Jeongguk’s wide eyes narrowed slightly, trying to find the words he desperately wanted to say. “(Y/N), I-I can fix this. Just tell me what you want me to do, and I’ll do it. I’ll deal with the concequinces later.”
Your heart shattered at his words and you knew if you didn’t do it now, you’d never have the courage.
“Jeongguk, I don’t think you can fix this.”
Jeongguk’s eyes widened, dark orbs hiding nothing of the emotions running through his head. “W-what? But you said you loved me; how can you just…?”
Tears fell from your cheeks. “Kookie, I did. I still do-it’s just that all those comments have hurt me worse than I ever thought they could. I used to be so confident and happy with who I was, and now…I can’t stand looking at myself in the mirror because all I can see is their negative words.”
You wiped the tears from your cheeks with the back of your hand. “I’m really sorry, Jeongguk.”
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.