Molly Hooper has already imbibed an ample amount of champagne. Still, she feels perfectly content pouring herself a healthy glass of wine. Oh, the irony of it being one of the bottles of that Sherlock purchased for her. Out of concern for her tastes, mind you.
“Your wine is cheap, Molly. A doctor really should have better taste.”
It really is a peculiar thing. Sherlock Holmes loves her. More accurately, Sherlock Holmes is in love with her. Possibly. Prospectively. It seems far more reasonable to say that he simply regards her romantically. Or perhaps it just feels safer. Probably both.
To be sure, it is not that she believes that Sherlock is incapable of being in love.
Despite his resolute assertions, she has always known that he does not meet the specifications of a sociopath, high-functioning or otherwise. She was always able to see past that particular brand of self-protective bullshit. Some might have labeled her naïve over her stance on the matter. She prefers to think of herself as astute. She is well aware that Sherlock is an intrinsically emotional creature. Molly does not disbelieve the notion that Sherlock is capable of being in love.
She simply finds it hard to fathom that Sherlock is in love with her.
That remains to be seen. Sherlock’s scholarship on emotional engagement beyond friendship is still in its elementary stage. She is certain that his conclusion about having “fallen for her” must have taken him months after Sherrinford to name and accept. His experience with Eurus had branded him permanently. He might spend the rest of his life coming to terms with the things unearthed that day, his feelings for her probably being the least important of them. She wonders if Sherlock has shared any of this with John. She hopes he has.
The thought prompts her to think of Mary, beautiful and ferocious Mary who had eventually become one of her closest friends. She thinks of what might have been if Mary were still around. She probably would have asked Mary to come over and help her decode the complexity that is Sherlock Holmes. Mary had always been particularly adept at reading him. She would have brought over treats and wine and teased Molly relentlessly over this turn of events. Mary, in all of her wisdom and keenness, would have seen this coming. Maybe Mary did see it coming. Molly has no idea what to do with any of it, but Mary, Mary would be proud of him. Mary would know what to do.
That night, Molly weeps bitterly over her friend’s absence.
Sherlock takes up a case that will put him in Sussex for at least a week. She doesn’t mind. She has no expectations of either of their lives changing because of his admission. At least not right away. He would keep taking cases and she would go on with her life. He does text her to inform her that he will be away from London. Though his text is formal and to the point, it feels decidedly unlike Sherlock to feel compelled to let anyone know of his comings and goings.
Rather, it might have been unlike Sherlock prior to his ordeal with Eurus. A new Sherlock Holmes has been steadily emerging since he returned from Sherrinford. Though, as far as Molly is concerned, it really is inaccurate to classify it as a new Sherlock. Molly suspects that this is the man he was always supposed to be, the one he would have been if not for the world being a place where people are broken.
Sometimes she cries over the things he has endured, the things his family has endured. She never tells him this, of course. She never cries in front of him. She listens quietly when he feels like sharing. She allows him to be withdrawn when he can’t find the words to say, which is often. She watches as he is lacerated by the shattered fragments of his identity. She looks on helplessly as he scrambles to reassemble the pieces. Sherlock does not know what to make of the man hidden underneath the decades of concealed trauma.
She thinks of him incessantly while he is away. She wonders if it is the man he was or the one he is becoming that loves her.
don’t think about Sirius’s face when he first arrived at the Potters that night, don’t think about how he must have felt when he realized they were gone, the way it must have hit him like a rush, don’t think about how his whole face must have fallen when the despair washed over him as he realized what had happened, that it was Peter who betrayed him, that it was his idea that led to this, don’t think about how desperately he must have tried to persuade Hagrid to let him take Harry, how his voice must have trembled as he said the word Godfather, how he tried not to let his voice crack when he said that James and Lily wanted him to be his guardian in case anything happened, don’t think about how it must have felt to have Hagrid say no, that he had to take him to Dumbeldore, the ache in him being so strong that he let him borrow his motor-bike, probably his prizedpossesion, without any hesitation because it was the only thing he could do for Harry, don’t think about how he must have felt the sadness, the grief rising inside of him as he watched Hagrid fly away with the his best friend’s son, the last Potter, the last of the family that always offered him warmth and love fly away from him for who knows how long, maybe forever, don’t think about how that must have transformed into rage as it settled in that he had been betrayed, that he been lied and used, that James and Lily had been betrayed and he had unknowingly become a pawn in it, don’t think about the desperate rage that must have clawed at his insides, the need to do something, to act, because this could not be ignored don’t think about how it must have all exploded out of him when he confronted Peter and everything came out and he couldn’t handle all of the emotions and couldn’t understand how this had even happened don’t think about the confusion and anger when Peter tricked him once again, when he killed 12 people and called out that Sirius was a traitor, a murderer, made him out to be behind it all and then escaped him don’t think about how all of his emotions must have come together and he looked around to realize that in one night he had lost everything and he could do nothing and now he was going to Azkaban don’t think about him losing it completely and laughing when he was arrested because he had lost everything and the grief, the desperation, the anger was too much and how he felt so stupid because Peter turned out to be a brilliant little traitor so what else could he do but laugh because he couldn’t even cry really don’t think about Sirius Black on that night
Here’s one. Young Clive did get to see his mother and father one last time. They were eventually rescued from the rubble of the flat and admitted to hospital where the doctors worked tirelessly to revive the two. But in the end it was no use. They succumbed to their severe burns, dying slowly, agonisingly until their final breaths. Clive, weeping bitterly at their bedsides, wanted so desperately for them to return he had to be dragged kicking and screaming into the lobby. There, he cried himself dry until exhaustion pulled him into a sleep as restless and agonising as his parents’ deaths.
1. The protagonist is constantly blushing. Like it’s literally part of his character model.
2. It’s one of the those sports animes where your beautiful protagonist doesn’t realize that THEIR TEAM IS THE VILLAIN TEAM (see: Haikyuu!!). It’s your teammates that are the terrifying af crazy-eyes in all black tracksuits scaring the shit out of the other feel-good teams at the joint training camps and inter-highs. In the front of which is this sprinting, blue-eyed happy-go-lucky main character that is just delighted that he gets to play on such a wonderful team.
3. You know those characters that communicate their sports and life logic only through shitty sound effects? (see: Hinata Shouyo & Kotaro Bokuto) In DAYS, that’s your terror of a team captain. He’s a stoic, cold-hearted, tunnel-visioned leader that makes other regional teams’ captains weep bitterly into their pillows at night whose only advice during training is “your foot has to go ‘boof’ more”
4. There is constantly great shit going on in the background. Like, cool side characters are nice, but cool side characters madly scaling a chain link fence in the background of a regular conversation in a desperate bid to reign in their injured sports-hungry captain is even better. Important monologue happening? Better have a high school girl soundlessly shouting at you behind that window.
5. Speaking of, you know the stuck-up prodigy character that all sports animes have to contrast against the main character’s inept, bumbling, warm-hearted approach to the game? In DAYS, the prodigy is that blonde lady killer that looks like a Pantene ad loafing around in all the promo art. And he loves the main character. Not in a tsundere, reluctant admiration way, but he genuinely beats the shit out of people for being mean to the protagonist and laments to himself at how bad a friend he is and thinks of ways he can apologize. He’s ornery and lazy and a bit of a jerk, but he’s not socially incompetent or a clueless asshole, and frankly that’s refreshing. Also he has inexplicably nice hair.
6. The token female manager that’s always such a tragically unfulfilled character? She’s amazing. She’s aggressive, polished and social with realistic philosophical problems, and she’s incredibly intelligent in general and loves literature and writing. Her internal monologues are some of the most profound discussions in the whole show. She also bullies the hell out of the protagonist, and takes absolutely no shit from anyone because why should she? She’s beautiful and already has friends and you’re in her way. Move.
7. Finally, the animation of the whole show is shockingly well done. When I first ran into DAYS I avoided the hell out of it, because there have been a wealth of shoddily-adapted sports animes these last few summers after Free! and KuroBasu’s success. But even the opening sequence is nice, the art is clean and pleasing, and the camera angles and details (both literal and in content) are just enjoyable.
So there you have it! If you haven’t given DAYS a try, you can find it on Crunchyroll with minimal ads. It’s full of gems like the stuff I listed above and is super, super worth your time to at least check out–so get to it! Summer’s almost done!
I'm sorry I have two questions, if you want to just choose one. 1. For your Fibro!Tsuna AU, why didn't Mochida challenge Tsuna to a complain-off? Tsuna can't complain/refuse about /that/ challenge (huehuehue) because that is his (totally) rightful THING, and Mochida gets his challenge. Even though he'll probably loose (miserably, but then he got something to complain about, so more points??? I don't know anymore...). 2. Is it ok if I /kinda/ stalk you on Tumblr? (I may check your AO3. Sometime.)
1. i’m sure he Tried….
mochida: i challenge you to see who can complain the most! tsuna, the deadest look in his dead tired eyes: i have complained more in the past two days than you ever will in your entire life tsuna: are you Sure you want to accept this challenge mochida: mochida: *drags hands down face, storms away with an anguished cry. again.* tsuna: he’s trying so hard. it’s kinda cute. kyouko: tsuna: i mean uh. not like that. not that kind of cute. kyouko: *pats him on the shoulder* tsuna: i like you the most, kyouko kyouko: you’re free to like us both, tsuna. tsuna, weeping bitterly inside: but that’s so much Effort
2. stalking is Not Good don’t do it. but you are free to follow along any of my tumblrs 8U and my twitter. and my ao3. and anything.
He’s the merchant of the “illegal map shop”. Not everyone’ll dare to write such a name on the sign. But Lafit is a risky man, and he got away with it. Might be because nobody reads signs in dark dirty alleys anyway.
In the initial sketches he had a more sinister look so that until the last moment he’d be the main suspect. Later he became rounder and funnier, more appealing.
He also could have had a little pet, like a real pirate, so that at the end this pet could weep bitterly on his shoulder, but then we decided that that would be a little too much :)
How do I make my acquintances,parents friends etc get the point I'M NOT in love with somebody?
It is likely too late. Announcing things with a capital NOT leads to suspicion. (“There is NOT a prisoner in my basement,” for instance, is likely to summon the police.) Wander around weeping bitterly, and perhaps others will believe that, while you were in love previously, it has ended dramatically and left you bitter but wiser.
… and I want to tell you something,
come close I want to whisper it, to pour
the words burning into you, the same words for each one of you,
listen, it’s simple, I’m saying it now, while I’m still sober,
while I’m not about to weep bitterly into my own glass,
while you’re still here — don’t go yet, stay, stay,
give me your shoulder to lean against, steady me, don’t let me drop,
I’m so in love with you I can’t stand up.
God uses broken things. It takes broken soil to produce a crop, broken clouds to give rain, broken grain to give bread, broken bread to give strength. It is the broken alabaster box that gives forth perfume. It is Peter, weeping bitterly, who returns to greater power than ever.
Listen, God doesn’t hate sin because He’s some mean old man in the sky that wants you to suffer. He hates sin because He loves us. Sin doesn’t hurt God; but it hurts us.
When Adam and Eve sinned in the garden, it left them afraid and ashamed and in hiding. (Genesis 3:10)
When Judas sinned against Jesus, it left him so torn inside that he killed himself. (Matthew 27:3-10)
When Peter sinned and denied Jesus, it left him weeping bitterly. (Luke 22:62)
When David sinned against his friend and took his wife, it left him a dead son. (2 Samuel 12:18)
When Cain sinned against his brother, it left him wishing for death. (Genesis 4:13-14)
I could go on and on. But basically, the point is that God wants to free us from sin. That is why He sent Jesus. Jesus takes our sin. He doesn’t take it because He wants to watch us live the hard way. He takes it because He doesn’t want to watch it destroy us. He hates sin because sin hates us. He hates sin because it hurts His dearly beloved.