“Dusk Till Dawn” is as epic as it needed to be, considering the two powerhouses attached to it. The cut, which seems to be more in-line with the music Sia has been producing for years, as opposed to Zayn (though it somehow still fits him like a perfectly tailored suit), features powerful vocals, high notes left and right and a vocal hook that is somehow impossible to sing along to, while still being memorable. This is, in simple terms, a big pop song, and while it’s slightly surprising that it came from a man who kicked off his career in a manufactured boy band, it’s wonderful to hear something this grandiose arrive before 2017 ended. “Dusk Till Dawn” isn’t necessarily club fare, but it provides something that has been missing from the pop landscape for some time, and hopefully the masses can appreciate what’s been created here.
Request: “hi! could i request a kang daniel seven minutes in heaven scenario (don’t worry nothing smutty, just fluffy)”
A/N:so this was requested as a scenario, but I’m starting headcanons/bullet scenarios and I was supposed to write this one anyway… so why not try it? If you don’t like it, admin Leah will write an actual scenario ^.^ Enjoy!
Kang Daniel is a name you knew all too well throughout your high school years
you’d liked him since junior year when you caught him feeding a box of stray kittens behind the school
which wasn’t allowed but it’s not like you were gonna tell on the resident senior golden boy, who also happened to be very handsome
it was pretty much over from there,,,
you spent most classes staring at him and then pretending you hadn’t been
but your friends caught on, of course,, they wanted to throw a ‘welcome to the Kang Daniel fan club’ party, but you adamantly refused
they settled for “subtly” teasing you about your crush (hint they weren’t subtle at all,, it’s a miracle he never caught on)
Kang Daniel, the icon of obliviousness
somehow, you two ended up going to the same college
college campuses may be small enough places to run into the perfect people in stories, but in reality not so much
so basically you saw him once in the cafeteria at like 1 am with a bad case of bedhead and hipster glasses
needless to say
he still looked very good
you don’t usually go to parties but your university’s soccer team won the championship, and all your friends were going, and it’s not like you had to drink
what could go too wrong
or in this case what could go right ;)))so you go
and a couple of your high school friends went to the same college, and of course, they’re there“Hey, y/n - Daniel’s here,” one of them nudges you, grinning
you scoff, trying not to blush “I don’t like him anymore,”
in your defense you think it’s true,, you basically haven’t even seen the guy in two years, how could you still like him?
spoiler alert you’re wrong
it’s the Daniel Effect™
somehow, by the work of Satan or God (it’s not quite clear which one) you end up being dragged into playing party games
“come on, y/n! we need one more person,, it’ll be fun!”
play party games they said
it’ll be fun they said
so you’re like “FINE” and you settle down in an open spot
and you look up
surprise! there’s Daniel
he’s grinning at someone on the other side of the circle, so he doesn’t notice you go into jpg mode when you spot him
“y/n, you’re staring - you look like an owl,” your guy friend laughs, and he gets a punch in the arm that quickly shuts him up
and then the games start
they start with truth or dare, and then spin the bottle, and then seven minutes in heaven
and everything’s going smoothly until -
and you’re like shit shit shit
they spin the bottle and it lands on
inside you’re all SHIT SHIT SHIT and then you two lock eyes for the first time
and you’re like where are the fireworks, the only thing exploding is my ovaries I MEAN WHAT
even though it’s been like .003 seconds, suddenly there’s like five football-player-strength guys shoving you two into the nearest closet
of course they lock the door
there’s legitimately 30 straight seconds of the most awkward silence you’ve ever been through
and then “…so, um, I’m Daniel.. what’s your name?”
you dip your head awkwardly “Y/n,”
“So–”“I’M NOT HAVING SEX WITH YOU,”
a solid 5 seconds of silence
“I- I really wasn’t - I wasn’t going to ask you that! I’m sorry if I-”
“No no - oh God - I’m sorry, I’m just nervous! I know you wouldn’t -”
thank god for how dark it is, so he can’t see your fiery red blush
“I’m nervous too…” he whispers warmly after a moment, and you melt a little
“It doesn’t seem like it maybe, but I hate parties…”
“Really? In high school, you were always the #1 attendee,”
“Did you go to my high school?”
for no reason that you can think of, your stomach does a flip
“What’s your last name again?”
and so you tell him
“Wait - wait - Y/l/n Y/n? The girl that covered for me when the school found out I was taking care of those kittens?”
well needless to say you’re shook
“You know me?”
you think you see his face turn a bit red??? but it’s dark so it’s hard to tell, and it’s probably just wishful thinking
“Well, actually… I kind of - I kind of liked you,”
needless to say you’re even more shook™
Ok now you’re sure his face is definitely red
“I mean - I used to! I don’t, I don’t anymore!”
(You don’t like being cliche, but your heart sinks a bit)
“Are you okay? What’s wrong?”
“What? Nothing. How much time is left?”
“A couple minutes,”
and so you sit there in silence again, processing what you just heard
until “… I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable,”
how many times is it possible to melt in the space of an hour because of one person? you wonder
“Don’t worry about it,” you say a bit breathlessly, and you sink into silence again
and then, a minute or two later, you get an idea
you know those ideas that are like
spoiler alert: you get one of those
I mean you’re at a party anyway
you’re playing seven minutes in heaven for god’s sake
and so you abruptly turn and look him right in his beautiful eyes
you can almost see the “???” above his head
and you lean right in and whisper: “I liked you too, and I still do.”
you’re not even drunk,, you have no idea where the hell this bravery is coming from
and then suddenly you two are inches away
“I lied,” he swallows. “I still like you too,”
your chest is pounding so hard it’s practically making the rest of your body move
he inches closer, his eyes flicker down to your lips
and right before you can make contact–
the closet door slams open and you two jump apart at the speed of light
“Time’s up!” some asshole screams, and you sullenly stand up
you take several steps out of the closet, where everybody can see
and suddenly you feel Daniel’s hands take hold of your shoulders and spin you around
and then he plants his mouth on yours
you’re so distracted by the fact Kang Daniel is kissing you, that the catcalls and cheering of the group fade away
after a moment, he pulls back
"I’ve been waiting a while to do that,” he says breathlessly
“Honestly,” you say, just as breathlessly. “So have I,”
I love Raphael and Magnus'a protective relationship , Magbus is like his dad and Raphael is a good son 😊
they have a really great relationship; i actually love the way the show has written raphael (minus…that arc in 2a, obv., we don’t talk about that) because they’re very unapologetic about the kind of person he is. what i mean is, and i say it with love, raphael is an asshole to pretty much everyone except a small select group. he will almost always, with very rare exceptions, put his clan and interests first. everyone else can go fuck themselves; he does not give one iota of a damn about even playing nice for the sake of it.
and like…you can see shades of magnus in him in the way that they will go to great lengths to protect their people and the way they have idk, a very business-like quality in terms of how they handle themselves in meetings/negotiations and so on? raphael is similar to magnus pre-alec, the magnus who looked at dot and said would you really risk your life for a shadowhunter? although i don’t mean they’re the same, either, because at his core, magnus is driven by empathy whereas raphael is driven by pragmatism; raphael’s first thought is usually, how does helping you benefit me and/or my clan/family? whereas magnus is more, i’ll help as long as it doesn’t interfere with my people/family.
anyway, i love that you can tell raphael learned quite a bit from magnus and has applied it to the way he operates in the shadow world, but they don’t have the same disposition and so it also translates differently. but definitely the way raphael talks about magnus, you can see that he looks up to him a lot. those moments are always great largely because it’s such a contrast to how raphael often behaves towards everyone else – so you know without a doubt exactly how important magnus is to raphael.
A lot of these posts “””defending””” Molly Hooper after that last episode are really rubbing me up the wrong way, because I swear NONE of y’all have given a single shit about Molly until now. I’ve had to endure 3 years of people saying it’s “pathetic” that Molly slapped Sherlock because he “didn’t return her feelings” (WHICH IS NOT WHY SHE HIT HIM OH MY GOD), and I’ve had to listen to people say her silly crush on Sherlock is embarrassing or that she needs to grow up and move on. Even when she’s been praised, she hasn’t been praised as an engaging and interesting character, as the sweet, kind and intelligent young pathologist she is, she’s been praised because she allegedly serves as a prop to further a relationship between two gay men. Which - guess what guys, IS NOT PROGRESSIVE.
But oh, now that her feelings have finally been vindicated, now suddenly it’s poor Molly and Molly deserves better. But listen. I’m the first person to say that Sherlock’s got major problems with writing women. Ask me about Mary’s fridging sometime. And yes, I wish to God Molly had more screentime, but this idea that her final scene is about glamorising abusive relationships or that Molly was nothing but a prop is killing me.
Do you know what I saw when I watched that scene with Eurus and Molly?
I saw a character who had undergone tremendous growth over the past four seasons. Originally intended as a one-off, but so spellbindingly brought to life by Loo Brealey that she was made a non-canon recurring character, Molly has grown from timid, mousy and submissive to a woman more than willing to stand up for herself, whose kindness is her strength and whose love was the undoing of Moriarty. She’s smart - she’s the literal embodiment of medical and pathological knowledge in Sherlock’s mind palace. She proved you can be soft and strong, that vulnerability doesn’t have to mean weakness, and that you can stand up to someone and demand better treatment in a gentle voice.
And, God forbid, she’s also in love with a man. But she’s never been given the opportunity to say so. Her feelings, which have been a strength and a weakness, are visible enough to us and everyone in the show, but she’s never said it out loud.
Now, truth in fiction is a rare substance. It always takes a tremendous amount of pressure for two people to be completely honest with each other, especially if that truth concerns feelings of love. The question, “what will it take to make Molly tell Sherlock she loves him?” is answered in this scene. And the answer is: Sherlock needs to say I love you first.
And do you know who was in control in that scene? Molly. Every single step of the way. At any moment she could have told Sherlock to stick it up his arse and hung up. There would have been no repercussions for her. Sherlock tries in myriad ways to get an I love you and she blocks him every time, says “leave me alone,” tells him she won’t let him make fun of her, tells him she’s not an experiment. She hasn’t been treated well by Sherlock and John this season, is still grieving over Mary, is probably suffering depression, and she’s sick of Sherlock’s nonsense. She’s willing to help if it’s urgent, but she’s done playing games.
She tells him she can’t say it because it’s true. It’s always been true. She’s always loved him. Do you have any idea how long we’ve waited for her feelings to be validated? At last, no, it’s not a stupid girlish crush, it’s not infatuation, it’s a beautiful, selfless love that she cherishes for him. She loves this man. She saved his life. She stood up to him. She refused to tolerate shabby treatment from him. She was happy to be his friend. She moved on and found a new man, but when Sherlock came back, she had to be honest with herself, and she decided it would be better to be alone than marry a man she doesn’t really love. She is so brave, and so selfless, and she’s never once made her feelings his problem. That’s why she begs him - don’t make me say it because it’s true, it’s always been true.
And then, still feeling like this must be a game somehow, she challenges him to say it first. Go on. If you want me to make a fool of myself, then you have to go first. I’m not jumping until you do. Molly can see through him; he can’t manipulate her like he did in S1. She’s not that person anymore. And he’s not that person anymore, either. Eurus didn’t rig Molly’s flat with explosives, and Sherlock didn’t win when he supposedly saved her life, because it wasn’t about that. It was about torturing Sherlock emotionally, and where once he manipulated her without a second thought, hurting Molly now is like vivisection to him. Eurus - Molly - both get him to admit “I love you” - twice. Once, because he was trying to save her life - the second time because he realised it was true. As a friend, or something more, who even cares, he loves her and he realises just how much.
And still, Molly is in control. She can hang up, if she wants. She contemplates it. But then, almost kissing the phone, perhaps having recognised the note of sincerity in his voice, she whispers, I love you.
Too often an unrequited crush ends when a character suddenly finds a new man or woman, falls in love, and gets over their old feelings, and has a happily ever after with this random new person. But I’ve always found that maddeningly dissatisfying, and even though it comes from horrific circumstances, I’m so glad that Molly’s feelings were validated, not because Sherlock returned them, but simply because those feelings are hers, and they are real, they’ve always been real, and it hurts, god it hurts, but at least she was able to be honest. The cut has been made, the truth is revealed, and now she can begin to heal. She doesn’t have to keep those words festering inside her. Molly loves Sherlock, and it took him telling her he loved her to admit that.
And Sherlock’s a wreck afterwards. He caresses those words “I love you” and thinks about how he always believed caring was not an advantage. He thinks about selfless, kind Molly Hooper, who had always loved him, and saved him, whose love was her strength, whose love was doomed, who would not suppress or deny her feelings, but merely kept them to herself to spare him discomfort and then -
He thinks about Molly in that coffin. He thinks about losing her. He thinks about what he’s just said to her. He thinks of how he’s hurt her.
He loses control. Always, he’s pretended to be pure intellect, has always clung to rationality, but in this moment he is nothing but emotion. Rage, pain, fear, sadness, needing to destroy this coffin, smashing it to pieces, screaming in agony because of how much he feels for this woman.
Molly loves Sherlock. We’ve known for a long time. And I truly feel that Molly being allowed to own those feelings, because they are hers, regardless of whether they are reciprocated or not, is far more powerful than sweeping them under the rug and pretending they never existed or that she got over them just fine. This is how she feels, and no she won’t tolerate poor treatment because of them, and no she won’t put up with him playing games, but yes - she will be there when he needs her, because that’s just who she is.