this song has just stucked in my head

Q&A Transcript with Alex Hirsch at MomoCon 2017

Question: Before you decided to make Bill the main bad guy, did you have another character in mind that would have been the villain? 

Alex: Yeah, um that’s a good question. Uh, so, when we came up with the villain of the show, I knew that… I knew that Bill was involved. And I knew that Ford had disappeared due to some deal gone wrong with some villain next to the mystery of how Gravity Falls was all assembled. 

Um, but, I didn’t yet decide that Bill was that character in the very beginning, y'know? I had always imagined it was some sort of evil character somewhere kinda hidden in the woods. I wasn’t sure I could go with the Bill idea cuz I thought it would be too much like Twin Peaks, but as we got further along the series we discussed it among the repairs and we were like, ‘none of our other villain ideas were as good.’ Bill, Bill was weirder than anything else we thought of. Um, I remember there were other ideas. Strange monsters and government officials; some kind of cthulhu– some weird crazy old man. But nothing was ever better than Bill, so it ended up sticking. Probably somewhere around, y'know, season one– midway through season one, we started thinking we might be– might be on point.

Q: Was Grunkle Stan ever aware of McGucket’s connection to his brother? 

 A: Oh, oh that’s such a good question. Wait, let me think about that for a second… Uh… lemme see… I don’t think so. I don’t think Stan was ever aware of McGucket’s connection to his brother. Because, by the time Stan traded identities with Ford, uh… McGucket had already gone off the deep end– Was already y'know, had already created the Society of the Blind Eye; had already lost his own memory. So Stan would’ve really only known McGucket as a local obnoxious fisherman. 

And McGucket, probably somewhere deep in the back of his mind, was eerily just drawn to Stan in a way he just couldn’t put his finger on, because he thought maybe he knew him, but– I don’t– I think Stan was ignorant of that. Um, I think Stan… I think Stan looking through the journals probably should’ve put two and two together, but Stan’s not the best at book-learnin’. Uh, so… my guess is Stan wouldn’t have known despite that uh, that there’s a lot of tumblr art out there showing them as like the Scooby-Doo gang. I don’t think Stan ever really knew McGucket before.

Q: What episode do you believe came out the strongest and the most well rounded overall? And is it the same as your personal favorite episode?

 A: Oh gosh. Um. That’s a great question. Hmm… I probably feel, personally, that the strongest episode is uh, “Not What He Seems” just because it’s such a dramatic episode. Like, we know– We’ve never had an episode that dramatic. But, when we first pitched it to Disney executives… they thought it was bad. [laughs] Um, Because it didn’t have a lot of jokes in it? Like, I remember normally when we’re pitching our episode, executives can usually gauge how good they are by how much people laugh. People didn’t really laugh for that one, because it’s really tense. So we thought, maybe we’d screwed up. But, when the animation came back we were like, 'Oh! It’s GOOD that it’s tense. Like, it worked!’ Um, So, I dunno if that’s my favorite episode, but I think– that’s the episode we should’ve won an Emmy for, and I’m still pissed we didn’t. [laughs]

In terms of favorite episode, like… I dunno. I think the first episode that I really felt that the show was really starting to feel the way I wanted it to– “Time Traveler’s Pig” in season one. Like, that was an episode where Dipper had an interesting story, and Mabel had an interesting story, and uh, felt nostalgic, and based around the summer, and had a big secret callback to even previous episodes, so– I just remember when we first just got that episode back in color, I was like, 'hey I think maybe I like how I’m making this cartoon show,’ so I think that has a particularly fond place in my heart, y'know.

Q: Is Disney bringing you to SDCC or NYCC later this year to promote the journal and other books coming out? 

 A: Right, um, yeah, Disney– Disney… Disney-general and me, have like– we’re divorced. Like, they kept the house, and the pets. Y'know what I mean? It’s… we don’t like get dinner or anything. But, the Disney Publishing department, separate from Disney Television, they’re really cool, and enthusiastic, and energized. And they wanna make new cool stuff. Um, so I think it’s possible I might be at D23 this year, and it’s possible I might be at Comic Con, but I don’t have anything confirmed yet.

Q: In the scene where Bill is trying to convince Ford to join him in the Fearamid, were there any other jokes or story beats that were considered? 

 A: Which episode specifically are you talking about? [Q: The We’ll Meet Again scene.] Yea yea yea, We had a– Every scene that you’ve ever seen in the show has a ton of ton of stuff we’ve thought of and had to cut for time or other reasons. Um, I remember there was definitely a version of that where Bill was a lot trickier. Like, he sort of more successfully lied to Ford about like: 'We’re actually going to make the world a better place. Though I present myself as this chaos lunatic that’s just my personality.' Like, 'here’s ways in which we’ll IMPROVE the universe.' 

Um, but it felt out of character. We thought it was much more like Bill to just draw smiley faces in oceans and eat the sun and just– hope, that the force of his charisma could convince Ford that that was a good idea. But uh, I feel like– I feel like Bill can be really really tricky when he wants to, but by the time Weirdmageddon showed up he’s so impatient, and he’s so convinced that he won, that he was no longer like, this brilliant chess master he used to be. He’s like, 'alright let’s do it! Do what I want or I’ll eat your face.’ Like, no more– No more, like– He wasn’t as smart a tactician as he used to be, y'know?

Q: Was “We’ll Meet Again” always the song you were going to use? 

A: Oh yeah, it had to be that. It was like… I think I’d just seen Dr. Strangelove recently around that time and it stuck in my head. It seems to me, if Bill has a taste in music, it would be, like, old timey music that ranges from either weird to obnoxious to obscure. 

Uh, Disney wanted me to cut it cuz it cost them a bunch of money to get the rights, even though it’s so old, it still cost them money to get the rights. And I just… said, please. Over and over and over again. I would send an e-mail that just said, 'please.’ And send another e-mail that said, 'please.’ And I would send another e-mail that said– Yeah. [laughs] Eventually I wore them down that they’re like, 'alright we’ll spend thousands of dollars.’ [laughs]

Q: Are real comics coming? 

 A: You want comics? Would you read Gravity Falls comics?
[Audience screams]
[Alex leans his ear forward]
[AUDIENCE SCREAMS]

A: It’s a terrifying noise isn’t it, Michael? I was at a… Gravity Falls gallery, and like, they didn’t tell us how many people would show up, and it was like, THAT noise echoing from every corner. And uh like, I think I lost a year of my life. My hair started going gray, and it was like, 'oh my god, this is too much love! It’s terrifying.' 

Comics. I would love to do Gravity Falls comics. Um, I have so many… One of the tough things about a half hour show like Gravity Falls is every now and then we think of an idea that we really liked, but it was too short for a half hour; 'oh that’s only five minutes of story’– Or it’s too specific and weird. And so I have tons and tons of ideas of the show that y'know we’d like to explore this character, we’d like to show this secret, this storyline. So, I’d love to do comics. But, that’s up to Disney Publishing, and I’m trying to convince them. So, hopefully, I’ll have something exciting to announce in not too long.

Q&A with Stan and Soos

Q: Is Dipper adorable or manly?  

Stan: Dipper smells like baby wipes. Even if I cut off all my shoulder hair, and taped it to him, he wouldn’t be 1/10th as manly I am.

Q: What would you do if Mabel told you she had a date to prom? 

Stan: I would… invite the gentleman over, have some coffee, tie him to a chair and interrogate him for 10 hours, and maybe throw him in the pit. [shrug] Hands off my neice, kid!

Q: What would happen if Soos met Giffany again? 

Soos: Oh yea, I recently downloaded this couple’s therapy sim? Uh, I think she and I would have to talk about our issues and pass around a conversation pillow, and really work out these struggles. Cuz she’s got some problems, dude.

Q: Soos, why are you so perfect? 

Soos: Yeah, uh, my grandma said that a whole bunch of doves flew down and formed the shape of a perfect angel over my crib. I dunno, dude I guess I was just born that way.

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Simple and plain and not much to ask from somebody
               Come out of hiding, I’m right here beside you.

oceancitywarrior  asked:

I was wondering if you have any AUs on soulmates, but having to do with music? Because I've seen lots of ones with Time, Tattoos, and the ribbon/string things.

  • If one of the soulmates starts singing, the other does, too. Character A has been singing the same album on repeat for two months now every night. Their soulmate must either be really into that artist, or their soulmate is that artist.
  • Character A is singing in their choir and spots Character B dancing to the beat in the crowd – this is something that happens when you hear your soulmate sing. The problem is that Character A doesn’t have a solo to see if Character B is dancing to their song. Luckily, improv is kind of Character A’s thing so they change their song and see if Character B changes their song.
  • Whenever someone plays an instrument, their soulmate is compelled to do the same. In the past month alone, Character A has learned how to play six different instruments and just wants their soulmate to chill a bit.
  • “Somehow I heard your voice all the way across campus, so I followed it and accidentally walked in on your acapella practice with the school’s group and they’re all glaring at me but I just want to hear you sing some more” AU
  • “I can hear when you play music in my head, and normally you play really upbeat songs and they help me through the day, but this week you’ve been playing sad songs and I don’t know what’s wrong or how to help you” AU
  • Character A has had this song stuck in their head all day. Normally,  this wouldn’t be weird, but the song isn’t in a language that Character A recognizes and yet Character A still understands it perfectly. Somewhere in the world. Character B is jamming out to their favorite foreign song and sharing it with their soulmate, Character A.
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But my eyes are open
And everything still moves in slow motion
Breathless and blue, and behind your eyes, the sea
Oceans of light envelop me.

For Forever

Originally posted by gublerheaven

Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: A rare date night takes a cliche turn for Mr. & Mrs. Reid. Just fluff. Mega fluff.

Word Count: 1,232

A/N: This is probably the fluffiest thing I have ever written and I just hope that it makes sense and that you guys like it! This is also named after the song from ‘Dear Evan Hansen’ bc it has been stuck in my head all week.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ GIF is not mine, credit goes to the original owner. I would love to hear your feedback!


Moments of domesticity were a rarity for those who worked in the BAU.

And seeing as how you and Spencer were a newly married couple of only two months, they were also deeply desired.

Within the past two months of your new life together, Spencer had been home for only three of those weeks total. It almost seemed as if every psychopath in the country had developed a sixth sense for detecting newlywed happiness and had set a personal vendetta against destroying it.  

During a particularly long case that had taken him away from your shared home, Spencer had called and promised you that the night following his return would be devoted to making up for the time that the two of you had lost recently. The half-hearted attempt you made to persuade him into staying home and decompressing after such a rough case was squashed quickly, as he soothed your worries and assured you that some quality time together was all he needed to unwind.

Always one to hold true to his word, Spencer made reservations at Antichi Sapori, an authentic Italian restaurant within walking distance of your apartment, for the night he came back home. For two hours you indulged in a small slice of marital bliss—eating, laughing, and soaking up each other’s presence before coercing Spencer into continuing your date in the comfort of your own home.

The dusk of evening was darker than usual due to looming clouds that covered the setting night sky, but you didn’t give it much thought as Spencer’s infectious laugh became the only thing you paid attention to as you left the restaurant hand in hand.

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gurlnextd00r  asked:

Headcanon that Beka is actually a music encyclopaedia and is really good at recommending songs and always has some song stuck in his head that he hums/mumbly sings (really well may I add) and Yuri really likes Beka singing and likes to catch him singing in the shower and then kitchen (while he cooks cause he's a bomb ass cook!) and then sometimes when Yura has a bad dream or an anxious night. *gasps* *breathes* Ahem.. sorry about that.. went on a little tangent there..

*me, wiping tears from my eyes* nah fam don’t apologise, hearing about otabek singing just… fucks me right up u kno

Self-indulgent little headcanon: The Guardians singing together.

Like, since GotG 2, it’s become very clear that multiple of the Guardians actually like Peter’s music, such as Rocket requesting it as background music when escaping and Kraglin listening to it while waiting for the others to come back. The Ravagers kept backups of that music in their ship’s system – at least a few of Peter’s ragtag family actually love the awesome mixes.

Just imagine – the team is bustling around the Quadrant, trying to get the Milano back in shape while simultaneously looking for jobs that are not too stressful (they still need some rest after all that shit that went down). Groot tugs at Peter’s pants leg, hoping for some music, but Peter is currently working at the Milano’s engines and has both hands full. Can’t reach his Walkman, so he starts singing softly instead, one of the older songs that he knows by heart.

“Ooh-ooh child…”

“You distractin’ some jerk again, Quill?!” Rocket bellows down from somewhere up on the M-ship’s roof. Trying to add some kind of shield up there, he said. “Or just scarin’ rats away with your singing?!”

“… things are gonna get easier … Fuck you, Rocket!” Peter doesn’t miss a bit to shout back up, smiling over the hoarse bark of laughter he gets for that. “Ooh-ooh child, things are gonna get brighter…”

Groot sways along to the song, cheerfully humming to himself as he holds up the flashlight to help Peter see into the engines.

“Yo, Pete, that that old song ye loved so much?” Kraglin’s voice drifts up from under the ship. He rolls backwards on the board he has been laying on, whipping his hands on his pants as he goes. “Still got it stuck in my head, I have.”

..Ooh-ooh child… then sing along, if you still know it!”

“Oh by the stars,” Rocket’s exaggerated groan doesn’t really sound convincing. “No friggin’ chance, I ain’t gonna listen to two of you jackasses. One is bad enough.”

“Okay, wait just a second - Kraglin can sing just fine, alright, you don’t get to insult him, you panda.”

“Errrr, Pete, it’s been a while since I last tried it, so…”

“Quill, I aint’ gonna stop insulting anyone, I’m having fun with it.”  

Peter pulled his head out of the opening he had been leaning into, looking down at Groot, then leaning around the ship’s wing to glance down at Kraglin. “Okay, guys, that was a challenge that we’re going to accept.”

“I am Groot!”

“Pete, really ain’t sure…”

Taking a deep breath, Peter starts singing again, “Some day, yeah!”

“He’s really doing that, I can’t believe,” Rocket starts laughing, but not loud enough to interrupt the singing. Even stops tinkering for a second to listen.

There is a pause, filled only with Peter’s voice for two more lines, before Kraglin’s rougher voice joins in, hesitant at first, then more firm, “When your head is much lighter…”

“… Some day, yeah… you’re doing great!” Peter laughs as he calls down, hastening to get his head back into the game for his next part.

“I am Groot, I am Groot!” Groot jumps up and down, dancing over the expanse of the open hatch, clapping along merrily.

 

When Gamora walks into the hall a bit later, coming to tell the boys that Drax has prepared dinner, she’s greeted with three voices joined in a familiar song, mixed with Groots happy cheers and the occasional laughter from all four of them.

She stops, tilting her head to listen. As much as she knows about Peter’s love for music, she’s never heard Kraglin or Rocket sing before – is actually surprised that they could be convinced to do so freely.

Then again, Peter had this certain something that made it difficult to say No.

“Oooh, that sounds wonderful!”

The exclamation next to her doesn’t startle Gamora, since she has already heard the light steps behind her, and she turns to Mantis when the girl stops next to her, the empath’s eyes wide and smile much less tense than usually. “It does, doesn’t it?”

“Everyone is so happy! The whole room is glowing!”

“I would love to be able to feel that, too.”

“Ah, but you can! … I think.”

“Hm,” Gamora looks over, to where Peter is throwing his head back in laughter, Rocket loses track of which line to sing and starts cussing with a wide grin while Kraglin wheezes with laughter but still tries to help out.

A tiny, soft smile spreads on her face at the sight.

“I think you’re right with that.”

Nicely Done

My sister from across the Pond is sick, so I wrote her a sickfic. Feel better @mrsmcrieff love you bunches! This is pure fuff with one naughty word. Big thanks to @mizjoely for her extraordinary beta skills! Enjoy ~Lil~


Molly woke up with the driest mouth in history and Sherlock’s voice echoing in her pounding head. I must be dreaming…

“You’re not dreaming, Molly. Now that you’re awake, I need you to get dressed and come with me,” he said, sounding more than a little annoyed.

Noooo,” she grumbled, rolling away from the man who had invaded her home to wake her in the middle of the night. “I can’t breathe!” It felt like her sinuses were currently occupied by a small family of angry badgers.

“Of course you can breathe, don’t be melodramatic. I will carry you if necessary!”

“I’m sick, Sherlock! Have you no heart?” she whined as he tugged away her covers and a blast of cool air hit her overheated body.

He chuckled and started pulling up her by the arms. “You know for a fact that I don’t. Get up! You may be a little sick, Molly, but Mrs. Buffy Bracegirdle is quite dead and I’m one lab test away from solving her murder.”

She sat up on the edge of her bed, her head spinning and said, “You made that name up.”

“I did not. We need to pull the autopsy report and when we do, you’ll see that she was aptly named. I imagine she was very well acquainted with all sorts ‘slimming garments’. Not unlike my brother.” He helped her to her feet then, with one arm around her waist and the other on her forearm, guided her to the bathroom. “If you’d been working like a good little pathologist rather than taking the day off, I would have it solved by now.” With a wave of his hand he added, “Now, make yourself presentable.”

Ten minutes later Molly had cleaned her teeth, washed her face and brushed her ratty hair. She walked into her kitchen in search of food to find Sherlock going through her laptop. “I just changed the password, Sherlock!” she moaned as she poured herself a glass of juice. After taking a drink, she immediately spit it into the sink. “Blah! Toothpaste and orange juice!” Giving up on the prospect of food, she turned back to the consulting annoyance sitting at her kitchen island. “Just let me change and I’ll be ready.”

He jumped up, forgetting his computer hacking for the moment, and grabbed Molly by the arm. “You look fine. Let’s go.” Then he dragged her toward the front door.

“I’m in my jammies, you idiot!” she said, jerking out of his hold.

“It’s the middle of the night, Molly. No one will see you. Now come on, we’ve wasted enough time with all your primping and juice spitting.”

No one would see her? Of course not, no one except the dishy security guard, Fernando. Every time she saw him, she thought of Lady Gaga. Great, now my splitting, mucus-filled head has a song stuck in it. Walking into the lab in her fuzzy pink panda pajamas (feeling very lucky that he’d let her put on shoes), she immediately pulled the report he needed,confirming that deceased was indeed named  ‘Buffy Bracegirdle’. Poor woman. “Now what do you need me to do?” she asked.

“Just sit and try not to contaminate anything,” he said as he took the report from her.  

He only needed her clearance for this one, thank God! If she had to look into a microscope she thought she might be sick…er. Sitting down in the darkest part of the lab, she leant against the cool wall. I wish I’d taken something before I left, she thought as she watched him fluttering around from one station to another. A cold chill shuddered through her body, followed by a coughing fit. Sherlock didn’t seem to notice, he was in the zone. She closed her eyes and decided to try to get some sleep. She was out within a matter of minutes.

Some time later she woke up coughing again, her throat rough and sore. “I’m going to make some tea, Sherlock,” she said as she passed him. “You want anything?”

“Coffee,” he replied without looking away from his notes. “Black, two sugars.”

She smiled and shook her head.

It took her fifteen harrowing minutes to make the beverages. Twice she had to sit down because she felt dizzy and lightheaded, but she finally made it back into the lab, cups in hand. “Here you go.” She sat the coffee next to his notebook and wandered back to her spot. He didn’t seem to have noticed. He was alternating between messing with the microscope and his mobile. Molly drank about half of her tea, enjoying how the warm beverage felt on her throat but, unfortunately, her fever seemed to get even worse.


Once the tests confirmed his deductions, Sherlock messaged Lestrade and called out for Molly. She didn’t answer. He looked around the lab and finally found her propped up in the corner, asleep. As he got closer he couldn’t help but feel a little guilty. Damn, she really is sick, he thought as he put his hand on her forehead. “Molly…”

She opened her eyes a fraction.

“You’re hot.”

“I’ve always wanted to hear you say that,” she said with a half smile.

“And loopy. Let’s get you home.” He helped her up and walked her to the door.

“What about Miss Pantygirdle? Isshe still dead?” she slurred.

“Yes, her younger sister laced her insulin with poison, just as I thought,” he explained as they walked toward the lift.

“That’s not very nice.”

“Murderers aren’t generally nice, Molly.”

“Jim was nice,” she said dreamily.

Sherlock stopped walking so abruptly that she almost fell forward. “What?” he asked, as he steadied her. “Moriarty was…”

“Mmhmm… I was crying about something once… what was is? My dad?” She looked at him as if he might know, then shook her head. “No, it wasn’t that. I think maybe I got hurt or something…” She trailed off, looking confused. “Anyway, doesn’t matter, he made me hot cocoa with little marshmallows. He even watched telly with me. Course he was only nice when he needed to be.” She shrugged and giggled, then her eyes went wide. “I feel funny,” she said just before passing out.

Sherlock caught her easily and picked her up, carrying her to the lift. As he pressed the button for the ground floor, never took his eyes off of the woman in his arms.

He felt like the world’s biggest arse.


Molly woke up once again parched, though her head felt better and her fever seemed to be lower. Looking around her room, she noticed that something was very much wrong. How the fuck did I end up in Sherlock’s bed? Sitting up, she realised that her jammies had been exchanged for an oversized tee shirt. Bloody hell! Then she heard voices.

“…left a hospital! A place where they heal sick people, by the way, and brought Molly to your flat, to your bed? Have you lost your mind?”

Why is John here? she wondered, looking around the room for her clothes.

“She’s got a cold, John, not a severed limb,” she heard Sherlock reply.

“She passed out, Sherlock! You had to carry her to the cab AND into your flat! The fact that no one stopped you either says something about society or what people have come to expect from you. I find both possibilities disturbing.”

“You would,” the detective responded with a loud snort.

“According to you, she didn’t even wake up when you changed her clothes. Which we need to talk about later, by the way.”

“Why?” Sherlock sounded confused even through the closed door.

Why? Because you don’t undress unconscious women, you awkward fuck!” John shouted.

Okay, that was enough! Molly looked around until she found a dressing gown (her clothes were nowhere in sight). After rolling up the sleeves, she opened the door and walked down the hall. The feuding friends were in the kitchen. John looked guilty; Sherlock looked smug.

“Where are my clothes, Sherlock?” she asked calmly.

“Mrs. Hudson’s washing them. They were soaked with perspiration.”

“Just say sweat, you pretentious git!” John said as he stood. He walked to Molly and put the back of his hand against her forehead. “I don’t think you still have a fever, but let me double check.” He turned  to Sherlock and said, “You’re an idiot,” as he left.

“What happened?” Molly asked as she sat down.

“You passed out. I brought you here and took care of you. What do you remember?”

“The lab. A girdle… I think and something about insulin? Was my blood sugar low?”

“No, though I imagine you should try to eat something. The insulin was to do with the case.” He paused and looked her over. “You were just dehydrated. Once I got you home… er, here, I managed to get your fever down.”

“How?”

He rolled his eyes. “I sat with you in bed, kept cold flannels on your neck and chest and made you sip water,” he explained. “I don’t think you ever fully woke up.”

“Oh… that was… sweet.”

He nodded casually, but for the briefest of moments gave her a look that she simply couldn’t place. She felt like she was missing something. Just then John came back into the room, fussing about her temperature and shoving a thermometer in her face.

“Well, you’re normal,” he announced after reading it. “Unlike Dr. Holmes here. Just take some paracetamol if it spikes again. I’m heading out if you want me to drop you home.”

She stood, quickly followed by Sherlock. “No, she’ll be staying,” he said.

“Oh, that’s not necess…” Molly started, only to be interrupted by John.

“Can I talk to you… privately?” He motioned with his head toward the sitting room.

Sherlock didn’t budge. “No. You can go so that I can see to Molly’s recovery. You’d just send her home, alone? What if she gets dehydrated again, what if…?”

“She wouldn’t have gotten dehydrated in the first place if you hadn’t dragged her to the lab in the middle of the night!” John insisted.

“Really, I’m…” she tried to interject, but it wasn’t happening. They were on a roll; she felt like she was watching tennis match.

“You know, I shouldn’t have even phoned you, John. All you’ve done is harp and judge.” He turned to Molly. “He insinuated that I did something improper by undressing you. How absurd!”

“She’s your pathologist, Sherlock, not your girlfriend! You can’t just go around undressing women against their will!” John shouted.

“She’s not just my pathologist, you angry little troll! She’s my Molly! If she’s sick, I’ll take care of her. If she’s sad, I’ll make her smile. If anyone has the right to remove sweat-soaked clothes from her person, it’s me! And if you’d just have left when you said you would, I could have told her all of this in private!”

Silence descended on the kitchen in 221B Baker Street. Molly was staring at Sherlock, John was staring at Molly and Sherlock couldn’t seem to decide where to look. He finally settled on the floor.

“Well then,” John said. “Ah, I’ll just…” He started to leave, but stopped in the hallway and turned around. “You could’ve just said you fancied her, you know.” Then he left with a wink.

Sherlock glanced up at Molly, then back to the doorway where John had just disappeared. “I’ll  go check with Mrs. Hudson about your clothes.”

Molly grabbed his arm to stop him. “What happened last night?”

“What do you mean?”

She moved closer (but not too close, considering that she was sick and probably had breath that could kill a small mammal). “I mean, something’s different, something happened. What?”

“I did wake you in the middle of the night, Molly. John was… right, I suppose. But I’ll never tell him that,” he said. “I’ll fetch your clothes and see if Mrs. Hudson has anything to eat. I certainly don’t.”

“Okay. I didn’t do anything stupid, did I?” she said as she started to sit in a kitchen chair. “I can’t remember much…”

“Don’t sit there!” he nearly shouted causing Molly to jump back to her feet. “Ah, it’s… the settee would be more comfortable.” He took her hand and led her into the sitting room.

She was starting to feel dizzy again, but she thought it might have more to do with Sherlock’s strange behaviour and… what the hell did he mean by ‘his Molly?’. Thankfully, she was seated by then and her head started to clear before he returned.

“Hot cocoa,” he said, handing her a mug.

“Sherlock?”

“Mrs. Hudson didn’t have any marshmallows.” He sat next to her. “She’s making you cheese on toast, hope that’s okay.”

“Sherlock?”

“Your clothes are in the dryer, shouldn’t be much longer. But you’re welcome to wear my…”

Sherlock!” she interrupted. “What is going on? What did you mean and why are you treating me like… like…”

“I can be nice!” he said loudly. “I’d like to be nice… to you.”

Smiling, she took a sip of cocoa. “So, I’m not just your pathologist anymore?”

He shook his head. “Apparently not,” he answered with a smirk. “Shall we see what’s on the telly?”

“Sure.” Molly leaned back on the sofa while Sherlock found the remote.

An hour later, she was fed and snuggled up against the detective watching the end of The Great British Bake-Off. She looked up at him; he actually seemed interested in the programme, even though she knew better. “Thank you, Sherlock,” she said with a tired smile and started to sit up.

“You don’t have to leave.” He tightened his grip around her shoulder. “Don’t you want to watch Come Dine With Me? It’s coming on next.”

“I need the loo.” She got up then said, “I’d rather watch Ripper Street, though.”

“That sounds like fun. What’s it about?”

“Exactly what you think,” she answered. “And Sherlock, this has been really nice.”


By the time Molly had finally fallen to sleep (across Sherlock’s chest), they had not only watched Ripper Street (which he found delightful) but an episode of Grantchester and two Midsomer Murders. He hadn’t enjoyed the cooking show, but the others were… interesting. What was even more interesting was the the feeling of Molly’s warm little body pressed against his.

“Molly, come on. Let’s go to bed,” he said as he adjusted his arm.

Noooo. I’m warm,” she grumbled, not opening her eyes. “Just a little longer then I’ll go home.”

Sherlock stood and picked her up then carried her to his room. “You are home, Molly,” he said as he laid her down.

“Hmmm?” She yawned and rolled over.

Sherlock pulled out his mobile, which he hadn’t looked at all night, to find a text from his best friend.

Is she still there? -JW

Yes, Sherlock replied. And she’s fine. No fever.

Is she in your bed again? -JW

Not that it’s any of your business, but yes.

Nicely done, Sherlock. -JW

With a smirk, he put his phone on the table and got dressed for bed. Climbing into bed, he pulled Molly against his chest, where she belonged. As he drifted of to sleep listening to her soft snores, he vowed to never again drag her out in the middle of the night for a case. Besides, there were much more pleasant things to do at such times.


Thanks for reading. ~Lil~

anonymous asked:

Millie please make one of those amazing posts of yours for Howon too. I love it when non-Howon biased people praise him. Also he deserves all the love but there is still prejudice towards him (thankfully it's less now compared to few years back) So let's spread Holove 💜 - infnthoya

Of course I am more than happy to make a post about our wonderful HoyaYahoHoya! Especially for you @infnthoya !

You can see the previous posts (Sunggyu/Woohyun/Sungyeol) here!

1. DANCE GOD HOYA

Okay but before I say anything else, this performance he did on Hit The Stage with the amazing (queen) Choi Hyojin still reduces me to tears because it is PERFECTION and it really showcases the fact that Hoya can dance in a different style to his usual go-to hip hop moves!

The theme for that episode was This Love and although everyone’s performances were great, Hoya and Hyojin absolutely deserved their win because this was ART and totally projected all this raw emotion and I will never get over it. 

Hoya is INFINITE’s main dancer and it’s not hard to see why. Over the years it’s been amazing to see him improve and build on his skills and talents. He actually dropped out of high school to pursue dance, even though his family were against this decision. He did eventually get his high school diploma, but it took a while for his relationship with his family (and his father in particular) to be mended again. 

It’s great to see that nowadays, Hoya’s name is often mentioned when people talk about the greatest dancers in k-pop. He is more than deserving of it.

2. THAT VOICE THOOOOOOUGH!

Although Hoya started out as one of INFINITE’s rapper line, he’s had vocal lines in songs for a looooong long time. However, not everyone noticed how much his voice had actually improved until INFINITE’s more recent albums. In 2015 Hoya opened up his own YouTube channel and surprised everyone by posting his first cover - Zion T’s Kiss Me. He followed this up weeks later with an English cover song, an acoustic arrangement of Ariana Grande’s Problem. Although he hasn’t been as active as we might like on the channel, it’s a goldmine that shows of how wonderfully soothing and great his voice is. My personal favourite so far is his cover of 이게아닌데 (This Ain’t It) by Taeyang. But for some nice visuals, check out my second fave (and another English cover), John Legend’s All Of Me. 

Then of course, there’s the fact that he got into the composing game just like fellow member Woohyun. The song One Day on INFINITE’s 2016 album INFINITE Only was co-written by Hoya and was performed on music shows during promotions for 태풍 (The Eye). He also wrote and composed his own track 아무렇지 않은 척 (Pretending It’s Okay), which he performed on 4Things Show. This song seriously gets stuck in my head all the time and I really wish he’d upload a full version on his channel or that it might feature on an INFINITE/INFINITE H album in the future. On top of all of this, Hoya has always been involved in writing his own raps ~~

3. HO-ACTOR

One of the first things I watched that had an INFINITE member in it was Reply 1997. And in that (incredible) drama, Hoya played Kang Joonhee. And that character was an ANGEL. He played the role so well, so convincingly. I really connected with his character and Hoya was praised a lot for his role. This is my absolute favourite scene of all time. Excuse me while I go cry. 

Hoya has also starred in: Reply 1994 (cameo as Joonhee), My Lovely Girl (alongside member Myungsoo), Mask and as a lead role in the movie Hiya. Currently he is in both Strong Family and Radiant Office. Despite the fact that Lee Howon is an awkward baby, his acting skills are A+++++ so pleeeeeease check out everything he has starred in so far. 

4. AND EVERYTHING ELSE!

I feel like I got way too emo in this post, but genuinely I love Lee Howon so much and wish he was my best friend tbh. Here are some more things I think everyone needs to know about him: 

  • His sexy, R-rated solo stages. Okay so… these speak for themselves
  • His weird jokes that only he finds funny. Honestly, prime DadJoke material. 
  • Hoya’s passionate hard work. Not only does he dance and dance and dance some more, even to the point of injury (that happened because he danced too hard on an existing weak ankle to ‘impress everyone in the audience’) and well into the night, he also worked hard to speak in Seoul dialect so he could be easily understood by fans. 
  • Overwhelming love and affection for his fans. Everyone always says Woohyun is the fan service king in INFINITE and while that may be true, Hoya is definitely fierce competition. Just look at how many V Live broadcasts the boy has done, his Instagram stories and frequent updates, and the song he covered as a dedication to Inspirit. 
  • His relationships with the other INFINITE members, whether it’s the gag-duo of Sunggyu + Hoya (HOBAK GOGYUMA), the affectionate Dongwoo + Hoya couple (INFINITE H), awkward bros Woohyun + Hoya, brother-like love Sungjong + Hoya…. he matches so well with every member in different ways. 
  • Those eyebrows, that jawline…. His visuals are no joke

And here concludes me pouring all my repressed Hoya feels into one long ass post. I really hope you all enjoy it and please love Lee Howon just a little bit more than you did before

THE SECRETS YOU KEEP- Part 3

A/N: I was hoping to make this longer but I just would rather get this up. I promise more answers will be coming soon, but hope you’re satisfied with what you’ve been given here.  

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The following day I arrived at the studio early and made my way down to studio two. I was about to push into the first door but stopped and backtracked.

I noticed the plaques outside the wall.

I began at the first one which summarized the rise in her career. Starting at seventeen, she was discovered by a manager and quickly rose to fame. I lingered over a picture of her, he was standing next someone who I assumed was the studio owner. She looked much younger and much more innocent, the persona of the cool mysterious girl hadn’t yet been produced. As I moved onto the next plaque they focused more on her time at the studio going over how she recorded every one of her four albums within that very studio. But I found myself watching the pictures and slowly I saw the progression of age and image she developed.

Just reading the four plaques I felt the pressure she had. It was clear there was a lot of history in that room and there would be even more if she managed to make her next one in that room.

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