soap ; perrie , brendon


it was a little early in the day for brendon to be making an unanounced, albeit heavily inebriated, house call; but the 28 year old clas in a tight pair of black jeans and a leather jacket of the same color was never known to be exactly conventional. he was high strung to say the very least as he landed at the threshold of the blonde’s home, unable to ever stand completely still as his knuckles collided once then twice with the door frame. “babe, it’s me– open up.” he called, knowing his melodic tone was more than recognizeabe to anyone who had spent more than a little bit of time with him. even more so when his pulse was rapping at the comfortable rate of a thoroughbred and his pupils were shot to he sizes of discs. he was quite good at keeping himself composed the majority of the time, even with the number of lines he’d cut across his night table and dashboard. sometimes so well that it would just be passed off as his adhd on a bad day or nervous energy that needed to be expelled. that being said, he was pretty far past he point of simply being passed off as his “normal quirky self.” 

“This is Ashton.” The person she had only met once at a party introduced her to the table of friends they where with. She wasn’t interested in meeting anyone else, she was in it for the drugs the stranger had promised her. “Sit! Sit!” The person commanded and motioned to the empty space at the table, she, reluctantly, took the seat. Everyone continued their conversation as if she wasn’t there and she was just looking for the right time to leave. It wasn’t until she lifted her eyes to find an exit that she caught the eyes of someone else. She, habitually, kept their eyes for a couple moments longer.

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  • “ He’s a bit new, he’s a bit cool, he’s a bit gay. “ 
  • “ Everything you could ever want from an evening. Songs, choir girls, colourful costumes, fellatio… rabbits. “
  • “ And… when I’m with you, I feel like a better person. And I feel happier, less alone… less lonely. “
  • “ I love her more than you ever can. “
  • “ I can’t make it work. I can’t make a happy ending. “
  • “ I’m not just some lame Michael Cera. You can’t treat me like a bitch and expect me not to fall in love with you. “  
  • “ You’re not depressed you’re bored. “
  • “ You’re cool, I’m useless. “
  • “ She just smiled, you know that smile that means ‘you don’t know me at all, and you never will’.”
  • “ Do you know what hurts most about a broken heart? Not being able to remember how you felt before… try and keep that feeling, because… if it goes… you’ll never get it back. “
  • ” Love, love, love… what is it good for? Absolutely nothing. “
  • “ I’m fucking him occasionally, I’m not seeing him. “
  • “ This is where rich kids come to die. “
  • “ Sometimes I think I was born backwards, you know? I hear words go past me backwards. the people I should love I hate, and the people i hate… “
  • “ Haha, you’re gay for your parents. “
  • “ Don’t grow up, it’s shit. “
  • ” Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me. “
  • ” No offence, but you kind of represent everything I despise in the world. “
  • “ Ok! Let’s all do cocaine. “
  • “ I’m Katie fucking Fitch, who the fuck are you? “
  • “ Wanker. “
  • “ I want fish and chips this tastes like bollocky wankshite. “
  • “ People, people fucked me up man. “
  • “ Nothing good ever stays with me, nothing. “
  • “ Well you’re all so cool and alternative. “
  • “ Will you buy me a falafel? “
  • “ I’m not a child, I can get the adult menu at Pizza Hut. “
  • “ I want to cut your fucking hair! “
  • “ Nobody breaks my heart. “
  • “ You don’t give a fuck about anyone, you’re a headfuck. “
  • “ If swearing is used in context, it’s fucking A. “

Mycroft kidnapping John to “have a chat” in ASiP makes so much more sense after watching TAB. He was testing John, not only to see if he could be a suitable companion for Sherlock, but also to make sure that he was

a.) a safe person who would not encourage Sherlock’s drug habits, and

b.) someone who could withstand the pressure of living with a drug addict (”You’re not haunted by the war, Dr. Watson … you miss it. Welcome back.”)

John has passed those tests with flying colors. He has proven himself more than worthy of not only standing by Sherlock’s side, but also protecting him.

In TAB, Mycroft is no longer the overbearing big brother. He is a man who is desperate to protect his little brother, from both himself and the outside world. But he is only one man, and he needs help.

Before everyone disembarks the plane at the end, he says to John, “Look after him. Please.” He’s not ordering John to do it, but rather asking–almost begging him–to protect Sherlock. Mycroft is no longer pretending to be a government figure holding dominion and power over John. He doesn’t have to pretend anymore, because he knows, without a doubt, that John loves Sherlock as much as he does, if not more. And that’s all Mycroft needs.