yeah get mad for me

i think one of the reasons that i like cal so much is that he has ambitions and goals and dreams outside of mare

i know i’m in the minority on this site, but i’m actually happy about the disney remakes

you know what’s cool about my friend who has major social anxiety? she doesn’t use it to put herself down. she doesn’t use it to call herself weak, or lesser of a person. if i’m going out and i invite her out, all she has to say is can’t, anxiety. and i get it. and i go out with other friends and i see her on her time when she can socialize and not feel like the weight of the world is crushing down on her. when i tell her i’m hanging out in the living room and she lets me know, can’t, anxiety, i’m staying in my bedroom. i get it. and i don’t push her, and i don’t pity her. i understand her. 

all i’m trying to say i guess, is that when things get hard mentally, and someone calls themselves weak, it upsets me. knowing your limits isn’t a weakness. being able to openly say “yeah, i didn’t go to that last week, because you know, anxiety.” isn’t something i’m going to pity a person for, and it certainly doesn’t mean i’m thinking less of you. and it bothers me to see people who have severe anxiety, and other things, equating it to a weakness. being able to openly talk about your anxiety and your depression and your inability to function as what you or society sees as common isn’t a fault. hell, it’s a strength to be able to say, “can’t, anxiety.” and i think it’s an even bigger strength of the person you’re saying it to, to be able to understand that, even if they don’t feel the same way. strength and empathy. that’s all i guess. 

Do not think of Hannibal

Inspired by Desolation by the-winnowing-wind

10

“That’s ridiculous. The only point in having enemies is so you can defeat them, kill them, brush them aside.
…Or give them a chance to redeem themselves.” 

― Derek Landy

Bi Rogers

(A/N): Heyyyyyyyyyy, guess who’s so sorry about her fanfic recently :D it’s me!

Summary: Steve is officially Bi, he’s known it since the forties, his only problem is how does he tell (Y/N)?

Warnings: none

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms, @superwholockian309, @fly-f0rever, @capbuckthor, @livandlilah


Originally posted by imultifandomstuff

   Steve gulped as (Y/N) stirred beside him; he had to tell them- he needed to tell them. They pressed against him, nuzzling their face into his chest, shivering a bit when the cold air of their apartment seeped through their sheets. 

   He couldn’t keep this from Them, this secret was too big, it was something they needed to know. He could barely stand to lay next to them knowing he was lying to them like this, pretending to be something he wasn’t.

    A shaky sigh falls from Steve’s lips as (Y/N) presses a sleepy kiss to Steve’s chest, their lips slowly curving upwards in what Steve assumed to be a smile. 

   "Good morning,“ Their voice was hoarse, raspy, and oh so cute. 

    "Mornin’” is all Steve whispered, his voice cracking even with the small word.  

   "You sleep well?“ (Y/N)’s lips move against his chest with every syllable, nearly sending him into a giggling fit but not now- not with such a serious issue hanging over him. 

    "Well enough,” Usually Steve would ask them how they slept as he swept them up in his arms, holding them to his body as he pressed a tirade of kisses to their skin but that wasn’t the case today. All he wanted to do today was get away from (Y/N) as quickly as possible. 

    “Nightmares?”

    “I guess you could say that,” (Y/N)’s messy head of hair perked up at his statement, their sleepy eyes looking at him curiously as though he were some strange animal.

    “Is something wrong Stevie?” Fuck- if there was one sure fire way to get him to melt it was to have (Y/N) call him Stevie, or any nickname for that matter. 

   "No, no, sorry, I just- mission stress and all,“ (Y/N) nods in understanding, pursing their lips in thought.

    "Do you need to go workout?”

    “Yeah, a workout would be great,” Steve sighs, finally grateful for having an excuse to leave (Y/N) behind.

    “I can make you some food afterwards?” Steve nods even though he knew he wouldn’t be able to eat until he told them.

    “Yeah, food sounds great doll,” Steve threw in the pet name for good measure, hoping it would convince (Y/N) he was fine. With a tired smile (Y/N) kissed Steve softly and even with all his guilt and shame he’d be crazy not to kiss them back. With their lips pressed to his he felt as though he could almost forget about the nagging little thought in the back of his head, screaming at him to tell (Y/N) about his huge secret but as soon as they pulled away the scream returned, louder than ever. That’s why when (Y/N) began to pull back Steve pulled them back in, whimpering against their lips, a quiet plea for them to continue. 

   "Steve- Stevie,“ (Y/N) broke away from him, leaving his lips tingling and feeling cold. "Are you sure you’re okay?” Now, now would be the perfect opportunity to tell them- 

    “Yeah, I’m fine,” Steve smiled softly, “I just- I love you,” (Y/N) smiles at him gently as they reach up to affectionately ruffle his hair, something he rather enjoyed.

    “I love you too Steve, now get that cute butt down to the gym,” (Y/N) gave his leg a firm smack and flashed him a wink before they sauntered off into the bathroom to get ready for the day. Steve watched them longingly, wishing for nothing more to join them, take a bath with them, kiss their hair as he rubbed the tension out of their shoulders- no, he needed to go to the gym, hit a few punching bags until the sand began to bleed onto the floor. Yeah, that’s what he needed to do. 

   Steve quickly got dressed and grabbed some materials before heading down to the gym, locking himself inside so as not to be disturbed by anyone for a few hours. As soon as he stepped foot into the gym he was eyeing the punching bags as he wrapped his hands up tightly, perhaps a bit too tightly. He hoped by the end of his session the punching bag would be nothing more than a sad bag of leather and a few grains of sand- guess he had been quite right because by the end of his workout the punching bag had been beaten into nothing, all the sand having dribbled onto the floor. He knew he should clean it up but the promise of food upstairs and a warm shower was too tempting.

    “Jarvis, can you clean the floor up or send for someone who can?" 

  "Certainly sir,” And with that and a shaky sigh Steve tracked back up the stairs, up to his floor, and into his kitchen where (Y/N) was no doubt cooking him breakfast.

    Steve was silent as he walked in, his throat full off too many words, so many that if he opened his mouth they would come spewing out without an warrant so instead he kept his mouth closed and locked, not even the slightest distance between his lips.

    “Hey big guy,” (Y/N) smiled as they turned to face him, a pan in one hand and a spatula in the other. Steve gulps as he takes a seat at the kitchen island, his eyes trying desperately not to rake up and down (Y/N)’s form. “I’m making pancakes and coffee, sounds good?” Sounds delicious is what Steve wanted to say but all they got in reply was a small grunt of approval. (Y/N) eyes Steve warily but they dismiss it, after all they had earlier asked if he was okay and he had responded with yes so why question it again?  So with a concerned gaze (Y/N) goes back to cooking, unable to shake the feeling that something was wrong with Steve. 


   “Here ya go cutie pie,” (Y/N) placed Steve’s food before him, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek as they did, not even caring about the sweat still dripping off his body. 

   “Thanks,” Steve’s voice was hoarse and raspy, just as it had been this morning but a thousand times worse now. He winced softly as he took a sip of his coffee, letting the warm drink soothe his nerves a bit. 

  “I’m gonna go shower and get ready for work, are you gonna be okay while I’m gone?” Steve nods his head as he takes a bite of pancake, barely registering the taste in his mouth.

   “Yeah, I’ll be fine,” 

   “You sure? I can take the day off if you’d like-”  

   “(Y/N),” Steve’s tone was soft but firm, his captain side starting to shine through a bit. “I’ll be fine, promise,” (Y/N) sighs softly, giving Steve one last look before muttering an ‘okay’ and making their way towards their bathroom leaving Steve to sit all alone and dwell in his thoughts. 


   His coffee had small bubbles rising to the surface and his pancakes were slowly starting to soak up the copious amounts of syrup (Y/N) had piled atop them (Steve had always been a sucker for anything sweet) as he sat there alone, wallowing in his thoughts. 

   Steve had known he was gay the minute he reached elementary school, he remembered looking at the boys and liking them just as much as he had liked the girls but he was too young to understand what that meant and even into his early teen years when he started to develop crushes on the neighborhood boys he still didn’t quite get it. It wasn’t until he was nearly 25 when it suddenly clicked for him; he was gay. Not completely gay, just a little gay. He had actually found out using an unsecured laptop (Tony was always so nosy) that he was actually bisexual and from there it just clicked for him. He had accepted it and he was finally comfortable enough to admit it but was he comfortable enough to admit it to (Y/N)? The answer was no and that’s why he could barely been look at them right now. 

   So many things could go wrong if he told them- what if they found him repulsive or strange? What if they resented him for not telling them sooner? Or worse what if they left him? Steve chokes a bit on the tears caught in his throat, a sad whimper leaving his lips at the action. God- he was so pathetic, here he was, a grown man, crying all alone in his kitchen. And of course that’s exactly when (Y/N) decides to walk in (they always had the best timing) when Steve is whimpering and wiping at his eyes, a towel wrapped around their body as water drips from their hair. 

   "I forgot soap and- Oh my god Steve, what’s wrong?“ (Y/N) rushes to the man’s side, more than concerned with the way he was sniffling and rubbing at his eyes. 

   "I-it’s nothing (Y/N)-" 

   "That’s bullshit Rogers, tell me what’s really wrong.” Even though their words were harsh their hands on either side of Steve’s face were soft and kind, more caring then anything else. Steve sighs shakily as he unconsciously rubs his cheek against (Y/N)’s hand, sniffling once again.

    “I have uh- I have something to tell you. I’ve been meaning to tell you for a long time but I never had the courage and- god,” Steve sighs as he slumps back into his chair, rubbing at his aggressively red eyes.

    “C'mon Stevie, you can tell me, I won’t get mad,” Yeah right, like they wouldn’t be mad the man they’d been dating for nearly a year suddenly decided to tell them that he was gay. 

    “Promise?" 

    "I promise,” as extra reassurance (Y/N) presses a kiss to Steve’s eyebrow, allowing their lips to linger there before they pulled back, looking at Steve waitingly. 

    “So- so, I’ve been hiding this for years,” Steve bites his lips as the words finally reach the open air, something he had wanted for so long. He’d never admitted to anyone about his feelings towards men, back in his day it was frowned upon and he couldn’t stand the thought of being ridiculed even more. A sickly, small gay man? Steve was sure to get the hell beaten out of him for sure. So for 70 years he kept his secret with him, that was until now. “I uh- fuck,” 

   “Take your time,” (Y/N) gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, the small bit of contact grounding him back to earth. 

   “I um, I’m- fuck it- I’m gay,” Steve blurts out, feeling the words fall from his lips almost instantaneously. 

   “W-Wait, you’re gay?”

   “Not completely gay….” Steve trails off, biting his lip as he attempted to figure out how the hell to phrase his words. “I’ve always viewed men and women the same…I don’t really have a preference is all,” Steve mumbles, feeling his tears pricking his eyes once again. Now was the time (Y/N) would yell at him, punch him maybe, demand they break up, probably call Steve a whole slew of names but suddenly (Y/N)’s reaching up with their hands to cup Steve’s cheeks and run their thumbs under his eyes to collect his tears. 

   “Is that why you’ve been so strange lately?” Steve nods meekly which rewards him with (Y/N) gently kissing his forehead again. 

   “Why were you so scared to tell me?”

   “I thought you’d resent me, maybe you’d hate me, I thought that if I told you that I liked guys too then you wouldn’t love me anymore…” 

   “Steven Grant Rogers, that’s ridiculous,” (Y/N) kisses his lips firmly yet sweetly all the while wrapping him up in a nearly bone crushing hug. “I could never stop loving you and I don’t care that you like guys too, okay? I accept you the way you are and I wouldn’t have you any other way,” (Y/N) smiles at him their hands slowly playing with his hair at the nape of his nec. 

   “R-Really?” Certainly Steve was dreaming, (Y/N) wouldn’t be this calm about Steve being gay, it wasn’t just possible-

   “Really,” (Y/N) smiles at him. “I’ll love you no matter what, got that Stevie?” Steve smiles up at (Y/N), sniffling just a bit. 

   “I love you too (Y/N),” 

   “I still have to shower and I’m pretty sure you do too, how ‘bout I show you just how much I love you, hmm?” (Y/N) gives Steve a little smirk (one that had him nearly whimpering) and their hands upon his face suddenly feel like they’re burning his skin but in the best kind of way. 

   “I’d like that,” 

   “Then get your cute little ass into the bathroom,” (Y/N) gave Steve’s lips a peck before sliding off his lap, looking at him expectantly. Steve smiles as he slides out of the chair, following after (Y/N) as they led him towards the steamy bathroom. 

   (Y/N) accepted Steve as he was, they loved him despite the fact that he just so happened to like men and women and that’s all that mattered to him. 

3

Shut up Thompson, this is totally how season 2 is gonna start.

(”inspiration”: those damn spoilers)

  • me: *never stands up for myself, lets people be annoying and mean to me*
  • friend: ur so fun bc u dont take anything personally
  • me now: *tells friends to stop when theyre making me uncomfortable or annoying me or upsetting me*
  • friend: ur so confusing why are you being so sensitive youre not fun anymore
  • me: :)))))))))))

anonymous asked:

I bet we will get pap pics of them leaving, so James Arthur can get his promo and Eleanor can finally get some pap pics with Louis for her promo as well. Meanwhile Louis is in shit, as always. This makes me so mad!

yeah i think we’ll get pics of them there but they might just rely on ~super organic~ fan accounts to push the concept of them actually being intimate because the lord knows they can’t pull that off IRL.

Fuck man as my friends can attest to I am not the hardest of polytheists (I just generally keep my soft polytheist feels to myself as I don’t want to spread misinformation or provide incentive for people to run off half cocked which can and will happen, I have seen it, and besides it’s not like it really impacts my practice outside of general scholarly understanding and suspicions), but like

There is a line

That line is if there is literally no evidence, fuck you and the unscholarly horse you rode in on.

What I imagined during Eurovision semifinal 2, when the results was said
  • Hosts: the first finalist is...
  • Hosts: BULGARIA!
  • Bulgaria: YEAH BOI
  • Hosts: the second finalist is...
  • Hosts: BELARUS!
  • Belarus: wow, so the nationalistic part actually works.
  • Hosts: the third finalist is...
  • Hosts: Croatia!
  • Croatia: yay
  • Everyone else in that semifinal: *staRTS TO FREAK OUT*
  • Hosts: The fourth finalist is...
  • Hosts: HUNGARY!
  • Hungary: I still slay *puts on sunglasses*
  • Hosts: The fifth finalist is...
  • The Nordics: *crosses fingers for Norway or Denmark*
  • Hosts: DENMARK!
  • Denmark: YEAH!
  • Iceland: *thinks* thank god, now Sweden can't get mad at me for not giving him 12 points in the final, cause I can give them to Denmark!
  • Hosts: The sixth finalist is...
  • Hosts: Israel!
  • Israel: *puts in sunglasses, cause slay*
  • Hosts: the seventh finalist is...
  • Everyone that haven't been said that are in that semifinal: *ACTUALLY FREAKS OUT AND STARTS TO SHAKE. YES, EVEN NORWAY AND AUSTRIA*
  • Hosts: ROMANIA!
  • Romania: YESSSSSSS!!!! BULGARIA, MOLDOVA! WE ARE ALL IN THE FINAL!!!!!
  • Bulgaria and Moldova: *hugs Romania*
  • Hosts: Congratulations to the seven finalists. Now. The eight finalist is...
  • The countries that haven't been mentioned: *FREAKS OUT EVEN MORE*
  • Nordics: *prAYING FOR NORWAY*
  • Hosts:
  • NORWAY!
  • Norway: *falls on the floor and screams yes*
  • The other nordics: *slightly worried for Norway*
  • Iceland: *thinks* well shit. Who should I give 12 points to now?
  • Iceland: yeah, still Denmark (*flashback* 2010 & 2013)
  • Hosts: the ninth finalist is...
  • Hosts: The Netherlands!
  • Netherlands: harmonies on point👌🏻 of course.
  • Hosts: the tenth and last finalist is...
  • Hungary: *nervous for Austria*
  • Austria: *Freaking out with the others that haven't been mentioned*
  • Hosts: AUSTRIA!
  • Austria: *actually cries of happiness*
  • Hosts: Congratulations to all the finalists!
  • The once that wasn't mentioned: *ALL SAD AND CRYING. POOR SWITZERLAND, DESERVED A SPOT IN THE FINAL FOR FUCKS SAKE*
  • The end. Hope you enjoyed your time looking into my brain

My question is this: how can you people do long distance relationships?

For me a long distance relationship is not that fantastic to me. You can never see the person unless its like every once in like a month or so. Skyping the person never really helps, and trying to text them just sounds…like your bothering them. How can you be in a relationship with someone that’s across state lines or international lines? I am just…I can’t do that. I need that person in front of me so I can touch and hear and hug tightly. Not someone I see on a screen and think that its love. To me that sounds like infatuation…

Bad Ideas (Chapter Five)

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“Sweet cheeks?” Wade called, wandering through the office and garage. “Oh there they are.” He tilted his head and just stared at that long, lean body bent over the hood of a car replacing a battery. “I missed you boys, been hiding in an office chair for like weeks and–”

“Wade.” Peter straightened and grinned. “Stop talking to my ass. What do you want?”

“You almost done?” Wade tilted his head and made a point of trying to crane his neck around to see Peter’s butt again.

“Yeah man, just about. Two minutes if you’d just leave me alone and let me finish. What’s up?”

“It’s time for a grocery run in town unless you want baking soda and crackers for dinner. You wanna come?”

“Uh–” Peter thought for a minute, trying figure out what else needed to be done before they could close the shop. He was pretty sure all the paperwork was done, and this car wasn’t being picked up until late tomorrow. So–

“I could use my hand, or my mouth or—” Wade was talking but shut up when Peter’s eyes bugged out.

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anonymous asked:

I don't see why anyone likes you you're a piece of crap

I know right. Even I think that about myself :D matter of fact there are tons of reasons to Hate me which I’ve said several times before so lets count em down ^u^

Reasons to Dislike JaxBlade :)

I’m Overly Optimistic….like annoyingly so at times. I look at the glass Half Full and my lifes been crappy but I always see the good. A lot of pessimist people I met don’t like me cause they think I’m fake but hey Most of the time this is me appreciating the good times though to lead into my next one.

I can be a tad emo at times.…There are times where i feel like my friends dont like me at all, I’m burden to them and they are just being polite especially if we go long bouts without talking and i feel all alone and depressed and Kinda clingly. Luckily Im working on that day by day

I can be a Bit Cocky and Arrogant at times. I’m proud of my body and like to show it off cause I used to be fat and seeing myself improve eveyday gives me a slight ego boost and I like to show off.

I can be a such an Attention Whore: In so many areas xD especially If I’m at a place I like to be center of attention and take off my shirt to show off even though

I have mediocre results for a fitness person: I’ve working out since I was 16 and I’ve barely added that much mass to my frame. Speed and Strength have skyrocketed since back then but I’ve been working out Damn near 10 years and my physique honestly isnt that impressive even though I like to gloat

I’m kind of a Perv Not like peeking through windows and stealing womens under-roos but I love women, I love booty and I love breasts. I love the concept of an hour glass woman with curves in all the right places and thats the primary stuff of my Special blog

I can be the Biggest Dick if you’re an Asshole to my friends: when people insult me I gotta thank all those years of bully beatings for giving me tough skin cause i can get on but if someones fucking with a friend of mine or someone close I become like a fuckin supervillain and If they are out of shape and being an ass to my friends I let lose and break their self esteem. Luckily with all the meditation I do now I dont do that as much and focus on my day

I’m indifferent on a lot of things that people get upset over: Like a lot of people can be pissed off and ask me my opinion and Im usually like “yeah that sucks” and they get mad at me cause I’m like Meh. The last time i remember that was that Dear Fat people video that a lot of people bashed and while I personally didnt agree with how she was saying her message as a person who was beaten up and fat shamed and used that as motivation to get in shape. It honestly didnt bother me that much and I didnt think anything of it but a few people got mad at me cause they thought i was promoting fat shaming with my indifference

I’m all for Gay people and their rights: so Some people may call me a “Fag lover” or something cause Im supportive of the gay community BUT i do know something about me. I was at one of my Best friends’ , since we were 14, Wedding 2 years ago he’s gay and been that way since he said he was 12, and I met his husband there and his husband was cool and an awesome dude and I thought they were great. But when they said “Kiss the Bride” I looked away. and I notice I do that a lot when I hang out with my gay friends marcus and kevin and they kiss I just look away. I’m happy that they are happy and in love but seeing two men kiss makes me a lil uncomfortable SO I HAVE to work on myself to be a bit more liberal

I’m Black: so Racists hate me just cause of the melanin in my skin so theres that

The Brony thing: I used to be a Hardcore brony back in 2011-2012 till I dropped the term and now Im just a casual fan of the show. So Some people can dislike me because I watched it and others call me a poser and fake cause im in my Buddy Racebest’s Bronies React videos but i dont use the term brony for myself anymore since im just a casual fan of the show so theres that.

I Prefer Dubbed over Subbed anime

I’m kind of a Man whore

I’ve Lied to the ones I loved the most and the ones I was closest to because I was scared that they’d leave If somethings wrong with me I usually laugh it off and kind of do a Lie of omission if someone asks. So I need to work on being more open to people who care about me

I dont like the Pixar film Up xD and some people have legit told me they hate me for that and unfollowed me

I Quote my Bullying story a Sickening amount for Motivation and Inspiration for people.

I like seeing Criminals and bad people in general die in horrible ways and think they should be put down for the count instead of imprisoned.

If its not Fitness, Health, Exercise, Anime, Cartoon, Comic stuff I can be considered borderline retarded at points

I can be Overbearingly Overcaring for people I care about at points that I come off as Irritatingly clingy

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And theres a WHOOOOOOOLE Lot More that I openly admit and all I can do is acknowledge it and work on bettering myself like a Redemption Arc Yeah like Kenshin when he went from Battosai to Heroic Samurai or Vegeta mass murdering warrior to Lovable Family Guy. Its gonna take some time but I’m willing to work on it But I’ve already accepted all my faults so I can use them to better myself

riahchan  asked:

We had one really bad date and never spoke again and now our friends have set us up on a blind date for Jon x Sansa?

It would be fun, they had said. He’s a really nice guy, they said.

Well, the Jon Snow she had gone out with that one time was a prick, and Sansa very much doubted whether this one would be much better. But Jeyne and Theon were looking at her expectantly, and she couldn’t just walk out, could she?

She sank into her chair, and she was both pleased and offended  that Jon seemed to look as miserable as she felt. Jeyne and Theon dominated most of the conversation, initially to help Jon and Sansa get to know each other, and then because they became so absorbed in each other that they forgot they were on a double date.

Jeyne excused herself to the bathroom, and Theon got up a minute later, so Sansa knew they were just going to fuck in the car. She turned back to Jon with a bored look. “So, do you still think I’m a spoiled brat?”

He choked on his water. “Uh, er, no.”

She didn’t believe him. “Well, are you still obsessed with your ex-girlfriend?”

“No,” he said firmly. “She’s…no. It was shitty of me to, er…”

“Ask me out because I reminded you of her and then get mad at me when I’m not?”

He winced. “Yeah, that. And I don’t think you’re a spoiled brat,” he added. “I was a moody git when I said that.”

“And I was a spoiled brat,” she ceded. “I still am a little bit, but I’m working on it.”

He smiled. “I think you’re lovely.”

Sansa wanted to believe him–but she supposed she’d have to go with him on another date to know for certain. After all, the third time’s the charm.

The One with the Dinner Party
  • *dinner at 221B*
  • Mycroft: *nonchalantly* Sherlock, do you remember when you got high in college?
  • Mummy & Daddy Holmes: *look up* What?!
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: *hisses* You little snitch! *sighs* Alright, fine...it's true. I had a...drug problem.
  • Mummy Holmes: *sighs* Oh, William...
  • Mycroft: *smug* And your stolen science magazines, Daddy. Not the postman.
  • Mummy & Daddy Holmes: *glare at Sherlock*
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: *puts down his cutlery* And I suppose the freak storm of '84 broke the garden swing, Mycroft?
  • Mummy & Daddy Holmes: *look at Mycroft, disappointed*
  • Molly, John & Mary: *exchange glances*
  • Mycroft: *frowning* Sherlock has been sleeping with Molly for eight months.
  • Molly: *chokes on her drink*
  • Mummy & Daddy Holmes: *delighted* Oh, my God...
  • Sherlock: *wide-eyed* Mycroft is living with his PA!
  • Mummy Holmes: *grins* Anthea? Oh, I like her...
  • Mycroft: *now standing* Sherlock is planning to propose to Molly on their case trip next week!
  • Sherlock: *on his feet; quickly* Oh, God, shut up!
  • Mummy & Daddy Holmes: *exchange glances*
  • Mary: *sighs* I love James Dean.
  • John: *whispers* Isn't he dead, love?
  • Greg: *reading the recipe magazine* Uh, Mary...I don’t think lamb goes in that pudding.
  • Baby Watson: *pounding the table* I wanna gooooooo!
  • Mummy Holmes: *rubbing her temples* That’s a lot of information to get in in thirty seconds! *shakes her head* Alright you two... *gestures at Mary and Greg* of course you weren’t supposed to put lamb in the pudding. It was bloody awful.
  • Greg: *mutters* Told you.
  • Mummy Holmes: *looks to Sherlock* William, why you felt you had to hide the fact that you were in an important relationship is beyond me.
  • Daddy Holmes: *to Mycroft* And the swing was pretty obvious, son.
  • Mummy Holmes: *darkly* Don't think you've gotten away with the drugs, either.
  • Sherlock & Mycroft: *bow their heads*
  • Mummy Holmes: *smiles, holds Molly's hand* Molly, sweetheart. You’ve been sleeping with him all these months, stayed through the drug problems...
  • Sherlock: *rolls his eyes*
  • Mummy Holmes: *beaming* Well, I don’t know what to say. You’re a wonderful human being.
  • Molly: *blushes* Thank you.
  • Daddy Holmes: No! Thank you! *hugs her; turns to his sons* Sherlock, Mycroft! I don’t know what I’m going to do with the pair of you!
  • Molly: *in a parent-like tone* I’ll talk to them.