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statticscribbles · 3 years

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Pain

Summary: Sherlock Holmes/shy!reader, Soulmate AU of You feel intense pain in your soul when your soulmate is in life-threatening danger.

You’d heard about Sherlock Holmes from his brother. You’d been aware of Mycroft before Sherlock, you’d been working with him, mostly as a secretary, but when he’d mentioned his brother needing help, you’d been only slightly confused. He wouldn’t have been so open with his family unless there was a reason.

You’d been confused when you’d actually met Sherlock. You knew he was your soulmate. You’d realized the pinpricks on your arms, the pain you’d felt had been his drug addiction. You remember the pain when he’d broken his arm, the ache in his chest when something even worse had happened in his childhood. You wondered what life threatening scenario he’d been in. You’d never been in anything like that, despite working with Mycroft and the government that doesn’t exist.

”This is Y/N, she’ll be helping you and John out on this case.”

“Goos, hold this.” Sherlock shoves a paper file into your hands and a cup of coffee. Mycroft shoots you a look and nods a little and you shake your head already knowing what he wants you to do. He wants you to confess that you’re Sherlock’s soulmates.

“Moriarty won’t stop until…” You tune Sherlock out, you know it’s rude but you can tell that whatever he’s saying isn’t really meant for you. Besides the fact he hasn’t looked over at you since you’d arrived beyond handing you the file, as you’re flicking through it he turns, aware of you for the first time.

“Y/N.”

“Yes?” You jerk your head a little, surprised he’s deemed your name important enough to remember.

“Did Mycroft pay you to spy on me?”

“No he believes that you need all the hands you can get on this case, and since I just make his coffee…”

“Then what use are you to me?” He cuts you off and narrows his eyes, tilting his head slightly as if he’s analysing you.

“You can go back to him.”

“I’d rather stay here.” You make sure your grin is a little more bitter than necessary.

You’d been put on a coffee run and while you don’t mind, you’d made a point of grabbing lunch for yourself as well as everyone else. You’re walking back when you can tell someone is following you. You duck into the nearest shop, pretending you need to pick up flowers and you end up leaving with a bouquet of roses, trying not to laugh at the image of you returning with cold coffee and flowers as an apology.

You don’t feel the person grabbing you, you just feel the food sliding from your grasp and the nudge towards a waiting car. You can feel a slight breeze on your back before you feel what you assume is a gun pressing against your spine.

“In the car.”

“I’m the secretary.”

“You’re his soulmate. He’ll have to come for you.”

Sherlock scowls. He turns from where he’d been thinking, knife twisting in his fingers and cutting through the air. John looks confused when the knife drops and Sherlock jerks forward cringing, gripping his arm around himself.

“Sherlock?”

“Y/N’s in trouble.” He mumbles straightening himself up and John frowns a little.

“How would you know that?”

“I’ll explain once she’s safe.” He snaps and John sighs but nods following him out the door.

The room is dark, you wonder if Sherlock is in any sort of pain, you’d been surprised once you’d found out he was your soulmate, all the pain you’d felt in the past, the warmth that coiled around your chest indicating your soulmate was in a life threatening scenario.

You can’t hear anything, or see anything but you can’t figure out if it’s because your eyes have been covered or if the area you’re trapped in is just that dark.

“Hello. You must be Sherlock’s soulmate. Pleasure.” You instinctively try to move back, but find a hand wrapping around your shoulder, you can feel a rope digging into your wrists and you reason you’ve been tied to a chair.

“Wish I could say the same.” You snap back and the laugh makes you cringe.

“Oh my dear, you poor thing, you don’t know. Sherlock’s always known you were his, he just doesn’t want you.” You frown and then the light blinds you. The man standing in front of you is wearing a suit, his eyes shimmer almost black as he grins.

“Jim Moriarty. You must be Y/N. It is very nice to meet you. I always wondered how Sherlock would react to feeling his soulmate die. Well at least be tortured.” You wonder why he amends the death but then you think you can hear footsteps approaching.

“Don’t worry, if they’re fast you won’t die.” He grins, firing the gun.

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magic-and-moonlit-wings · 4 years

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Things I hope we learn in ‘Wizards’

Steve’s mom’s name.

Tales of Arcadia has focused on Steve growing to accept Coach Lawrence as a father-figure while leaving Steve’s relationship with his mother off-camera, except for that one scene where they were arguing inside while the camera watched the outside of their house. Coach Lawrence’s relationship with Mrs Palchuk (or has she gone back to her maiden name? I don’t know, because she is never named) is also kept off-camera.

Steve is seen in promo images for the new series, so there’s acceptable odds his mom will at least be mentioned.

(Of course, I thought that about 3Below, too ...)

Nomura’s full name.

The fandom uses ‘Zelda’ as her first name a lot - I’ve heard that it started with somebody putting said name on a fandom wiki; I started using it because she was called that in so many fanfics I assumed there was a canon source I hadn’t seen yet - but there is no canon source for it. In the show, end credits, spin-off novels, and spin-off comics, she’s only ever ‘Nomura’ or ‘Ms Nomura’.

Nomura is not in promo images for the new series, so this may be left unknown.

What inspired AAARRRGGHH to change sides.

The comics show the moment it happens, but frame it as an impulse decision in the middle of a battle, which is kind of unsatisfying for a major turning point in a main character’s life. A bit of set-up, please, besides “it has to happen because we already know it does happen”?

Promo images imply that the new series will include scenes from before the Battle of Killahead Bridge, so hopefully AAARRRGGHH’s redemption arc backstory will be fit in somewhere.

What the blue stone in the Amulet is.

It also seems to be the stone in Douxie’s staff on the poster, so it’s obviously important. Was it in the staff before and taken out to make the Amulet, or is it taken from the Amulet (since Jim’s only using the slotted half of it anyway) to make the staff, or are there two stones of that size and shape and colour and glow?

Whether Not Enrique is still going by ‘Not Enrique’ or has a new name.

Like Nomura, he isn’t in the new promo images, and so may not actually feature in the new series. If he does appear, I hope someone addresses him by name, so we can learn what he’s calling himself now.

Alternately, Claire could mention him while talking about her family.

What Troll!Jim looks like without armour.

How fluffy he is, what new outfit he’s chosen or if his old sweatshirt and jeans magically still fit him, whether the different number of fingers on each hand is permanent or if that was just to re-use the gauntlet animation model and he actually has four-digit hands on both sides when the armour is off, that kind of thing.

What Deya the Deliverer was like.

Promo images imply that the new series will include scenes from before the Battle of Killahead Bridge, so she should at least have a cameo appearance. She appears in the spin-off comics but that’s not the same. Animation and voice acting give different impressions than illustrations and speech bubbles.

As a bonus, I’d like to see how she locked the Bridge to only open for the Amulet, since it’s implied that before she did that, the Gumm-Gumms had control of that portal.

(I’m actually in two minds about whether ‘more Deya’ is something I want, because it could turn into a “never meet your heroes” scenario, but I’m willing to take the gamble.)

What year the Battle of Killahead took place.

I feel like there’s a pretty good chance of this question being answered. It’ll be useful for composing timelines and working out how old to make characters.

How old Nana Domzalski is.

As pay-off to her line in 3Below about spying in World War 1 (when World War 2 would’ve made more sense given the show’s time period and the average human lifespan), she might turn out to be immortal or otherwise long-lived.

How AAARRRGGHH knows what a ‘Familiar’ is in the context of ‘wizard assistant/associate’ rather than ‘human linked to a Changeling as an anchor for said Changeling to take on human shape’, which would be the context in which he was more likely to encounter that word before, considering his species and backstory. Are all Changelings considered wizards or something?

Who the first Trollhunter was and when they got the job.

According to one of the spin-off novels, there’s been a Trollhunter for at least 5,200 years. That may not be all that long in a trollish reckoning of time, but is still further back in history than Camelot is typically described, so this may or may not be addressed.

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swissmissficrecs · 4 years

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Favorite fics of 2012

2012 was when things really started happening in earnest in the fandom. There was a veritable explosion of fic, and many of the absolute classics were posted. I have something like 15 pages of bookmarks from that year, and as such, it was incredibly hard to narrow things down to a manageable number for a rec list. Here are the ones that I felt are the must-reads, that have stuck with me the longest and strongest.

A Cure For Boredom by emmagrant01 (81K, E, Johnlock, John/OCs) They'd never talked about sex in the year they'd known each other. Well, that wasn't quite correct: Sherlock had never said a word about sex; John had bemoaned his personal dearth of it on many occasions.

A Goose Quill Dipped in Venom by Polyphony (52K, M, Johnlock) Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective, is called in to a very ordinary although brutal murder. Something is badly out of tune with the whole scenario and Sherlock finds himself becoming more and more obsessed with the crime - and also with the victim.

Across the Sky by Mazarin221b (23K, E, Johnlock) Top Gun AU. After an accident that nearly cost the life of his previous RIO, Lieutenant John Watson (Call sign Doc) has grown reckless and arrogant, but an even better pilot than he was before. A heroic maneuver and complete chance sends him and his new RIO (call sign Copper) to Fallon, Nevada, home of Top Gun. Problem is, the ghosts of John's past could cost them more than just the Top Gun trophy—it could also cost John a chance at happiness.

An Avalanche Of Detour Signs by gyzym (56K, M, Mollstrade) In which Molly Hooper gets a job, gets a degree, breaks a heart, has her heart broken, falls in love, keeps a secret, saves a life, runs a morgue, falls apart, pulls it together, and finds exactly what she didn't know she was looking for--not necessarily in that order.

Applications and Practices of Basic Arithmetic by 1electricpirate (128K, M, Johnlock) After Reichenbach and in order to 1) Keep Sherlock alive, 2) Keep John alive and 3) Get Sherlock home to England as soon as possible, Mycroft devises a plan that will not only incentivise John's continued sanity and survival but force Sherlock to come running. It is a perfect plan, though perhaps less than ethically sound. He has no doubts that using frozen samples of your younger brother's sperm to create children for his husband to care for falls deeply within the realm of socially unacceptable behaviour, but it is efficient, and that is what matters most.

Ava Watson verse by keeliethompson1 (347K, M, Johnlock) Five year old Ava Watson's life is changed forever when her Daddy's old friend comes calling.

Be Here Now Universe by Todesfuge (181K, M, Johnlock) John Watson was already fighting demons when he and Sherlock met. With Sherlock's suicide, it all comes flooding back, forcing Sherlock to intervene before he's solved the persistent riddles of Jim Moriarty and his game. Together they find that something darker lurks behind Moriarty, forcing Sherlock, John, and Irene Adler into an even deadlier game with a much more dangerous foe. Begins six months after the events of The Reichenbach Fall.

Burn Down & Reignite by augustbird (20K, E, Johnlock) When love isn't enough.

Castle and Sand by grey853 (158K, E, Johnlock) Sherlock and John both have difficult pasts that affect their evolving relationship. When John prevents a mugging, it sets off a dangerous chain of events that not only impacts him, but his whole family. In the end there's a wedding and a honeymoon, but will there really be a happy ending?

Cinnamon series by lbmisscharlie (150K, E, Johnlock) When Sherlock invites John to live with him, he fails to mention that he's a single father to a four-year-old girl.

Collared by VelvetMace (83K, E, Johnlock, John/Sarah) In a world where the British Empire is still strong and slavery is her economic backbone, John has become a terrorist for the abolitionist movement. He is caught by Mycroft, enslaved, and given to Sherlock for training. The goal: To test a new kind of slave collar with the power to break even the strongest willed fighter. One that will make even John learn to love being a slave.

Common Grounds by couchbarnacle (66K, M, Johnlock) John Watson is working at Holmes Manor for the summer and is caught up in the whirlwind that is Sherlock Holmes. Teen AU.

Electric Pink Hand Grenade by BeautifulFiction (67K, E, Johnlock) "If Sherlock's brain is a hard drive, then these attacks are an electro-magnetic pulse." Sherlock Holmes does not do anything by half, not even a migraine. It falls to John to witness one of the greatest minds he has ever known tear itself apart, and he must do his best to help Sherlock pick up the pieces.

End of the Story by kres (53K, E, Johnlock) Post-Reichenbach. The return, the fallout, the pieces you pick up.

Equilibrium by augustbird (12K, M, Johnlock) At Baskerville, John is infected by a virus that turns him into a genius. But when the infection progresses into neurodegeneration, it's a race against time to save himself. Flowers for Algernon fusion.

Given In Evidence by verityburns (97K, M, Johnlock) Coming back from the dead can be a complicated business. With a new case on the horizon, rebuilding a life is one thing... rebuilding a friendship quite another. For Sherlock and John, things may never be just the same...

Hearts At Home series by yalublyutebya (74K, M, Johnlock, Viclock) A series of stories chronicling the intertwined lives of Father John Watson and Sherlock Holmes.

Just a Kiss by emmagrant01 (19K, E, Johnlock) Five times John and Sherlock kissed because of a case and one time they kissed for real.

Limping Forward series by bendingsignpost (58K, E, Johnlock) As the newest instructor at St. Bart's, John has been explicitly warned to never do Sherlock Holmes any favours. Too bad the sex is so good.

More Things Than Are Dreamt Of series by 1electricpirate (37K, E, Johnlock) In which John is (reluctantly) a wizard, Mycroft is (apparently) omniscient, and Sherlock is (surprisingly) oblivious.

Murderous Imprint by MojoFlower (52K, E, Johnlock) Sherlock should be focusing on the series of brutal vivisections Lestrade has brought to him. Instead he's distracted by a most amazing and unexpected experimental opportunity from the basement apartment of 221C. Will he figure out the one in time to stop the other? And does he need help in order to do it?

Renegades by augustbird (39K, E, Johnlock) Sherlock Holmes takes down Moriarty’s syndicate. He also takes John Watson with him.

School For Scandal (orphaned) (222K, E, Johnlock) Sherlock lusts from afar. John tries to fool himself. (Boarding school AU)

Spectrum series by thisprettywren (95K, E, Johnlock) In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is king.

Stranger at the Gate by bendingsignpost (85K, E, Johnlock) As far as initiation rites go, kidnapping a human doctor from a defended town ought to seem extreme. When James Moriarty offers him the challenge, Sherlock never considers saying no. (Fantasy vampire AU)

Northwest Passage by Kryptaria (95K, E, Johnlock) Seven years ago, Captain John Watson of the Canadian Forces Medical Service withdrew from society, seeking a simple, isolated life in the distant northern wilderness of Canada. Though he survives from one day to the next, he doesn't truly live until someone from his dark past calls in a favor and turns his world upside-down with the introduction of Sherlock Holmes.

Our Brave Boys by unknownsister (29K, E, Johnlock) John worked himself to the bone to get into military school. He meets Sherlock Holmes, who doesn't want to be there at all. Sherlock simultaneously insults him and turns his curiosity up to eleven, in mind and body. As if John doesn't have enough to deal with.

Our Enthusiasms Which Cannot Always Be Explained by withoutawish (32K, M, Johnlock) The list that is tacked haphazardly on the refrigerator of 221B reads, ‘Kidney(s), and/or a full cadaver (preferably male, late 30s, under six feet tall), bag of fresh toes, sixteen cow’s eyes (corneas retained), dual exhaust hand –held flame thrower, an unopened first edition copy of Joseph Conrad’s 'Heart of Darkness', and no less than ten abhorrently gruesome murders in the upcoming month.” The one neatly hanging next to it simply reads, “Sex.” One of these lists is not John Watson’s. If John Watson were to put what he really wanted in list form, to live in a land somewhere beyond ‘almosts' now that Sherlock Holmes has indeed returned to him, he would never be able to look his flatmate in the eye ever again.

Tennis series by Jupiter_Ash (216K, E, Johnlock) John and Sherlock are professional tennis players and it’s Wimbledon. One is a broken almost was at the end of his career, the other an arrogant rising star tipped for greatness. It should have been a straightforward tournament. It really should have been. How were they to know that a chance encounter would change everything?

The Bone Fiddle by htebazytook, Vulgarweed (61K, E, Johnlock) Appalachian AU! In November 1973, Vietnam vet John Watson returns to his family's old home in Arthel County, West Virginia, deep in coal country. His low expectations include recuperation and boredom. Instead he finds a ruined landscape, a series of grisly murders, and one of the world's weirdest neighbors.

The Brave and The Cunning series by thequeergiraffe (95K, E, Johnlock, Adlock, Sarah/John, Sheriarty) This series will have one fic per Sherlock episode, with series one being set in John's 6th year (and Sherlock's 5th) and series two being set in John's 7th and final year at Hogwarts. Fics will have similar (but nowhere near identical) plots to the actual BBC Sherlock episodes, with most locations being replaced with HP-universe settings. This series is set well after the Second Wizarding War and involves next to none of the HP characters, instead using Sherlock characters and the occasional minor OC.

The Fabric of Life (orphaned) (156K, E, Johnlock) The fabric of life rearranges itself around the re-emergence of Sherlock.

The Good Morrow series by greywash (216K, E, Johnlock) My post-S2 series where everyone has a lot of feels about everything and plausibility is stretched unto breaking. Also: fucking.

The Great Sex Olympics of 221B by XistentialAngst (58K, E, Johnlock; John/OCs, Sherlock/OCs) John Watson thinks Sherlock Holmes should admit that he, Watson, is more of an expert on sex than Sherlock is. But Sherlock refuses to concede the point. He comes up with an experiment plan that will resolve the issue. The results will determine who wins the prize. But sometimes even the best thought-out scientific study has unexpected consequences.

The Green Blade by verityburns (72K, T, Gen) As a serial killer hits the headlines, the police are out of their depth and the next victim is out of time. With faith in Sherlock Holmes at an all time low, this is a case which will push loyalties to the limit...

The Iceman Cometh by Polyphony (60K, M, Johnlock, Viclock) An intriguing puzzle tempts Sherlock to accept Victor Trevor's invitation to the French Riviera, but all is not what it seems. Frustrated by the case and increasingly concerned about an absent John, Sherlock uncovers far more than he was meant to and is forced to become a fugitive, pursued by those on both sides of the law, as he fights for his freedom and the lives of all those around him.

The Making Of by emmagrant01 (58K, E, Johnlockstrade) In the aftermath of Sherlock's death, John Watson and Greg Lestrade take comfort in each other. But of course, Sherlock isn't really dead, so this is all about to get complicated.

The Paradox Series by wordstrings (98K, E, Johnlock) In which what's in Sherlock's head is never going to get any better, and John is nearly thrown out of his flat.

The Prize by Trillsabells (101K, E, Johnlock) On 29 January 2010 an unknown Event wiped out 98% of the population. This is the story of the survivors, four months on.

The Quiet Man by ivyblossom (157K, E, Johnlock, Warstan) "Do you just carry on talking when I'm away?"

The Sustain Stories by maybe_amanda (151K, M, Sherlolly, John/Sarah) "So now you're behaving like a six year old 'cause he didn't take you along on his honeymoon?" Lestrade said. "Grow the hell up."

Through the Looking Glass by obsidienne (106K, M, Johnlock) When you chase criminals over rooftops, death is always a possibility. We woke up in 1889 instead. Which is not a place two men in a relationship want to be.

To Light Another's Path by BeautifulFiction (128K, E, Johnlock) Teaching John to observe seems to be a losing battle, but when Sherlock falls ill and submits himself to John's care, will he realise that there is more to life than the science of deduction? Meanwhile, there is a murder to solve, and John must try and convince Sherlock not to sacrifice his own health for the sake of the case.

Watches 'Verse by bendingsignpost (66K, E, Johnlock) First, he is shot in Afghanistan. Second, he wakes to a phone call in Chelmsford, Essex. Third is pain, fourth is normalcy, fifth is agony and sixth is confusion. By the eighth, he's lost track.

#rec list #best #post-reichenbach

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1-800-hellraiser · 4 years

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I can have headcanons oh little scenarios (of the creepypasta you want) where somehow they never became murderers and have a girlfriend as a murderess?. For example, imagine that toby never lost his sister and never went crazy, and his life continues with the verbal and physical abuse of his father until (somehow) he meets and falls in love with a murderer.

Of course! Btw, you can request some more stuff, requests are always open! Thank you for requesting!

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Basket Case (Toby x Murderess! Female! Reader)

Pages: 2.4

Words: 826

Genre: Angst

Associated song: Basket Case - Green Day

!Tw! Swearing, mentions of murder, murder, tics, and abuse

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"Sometimes I give myself the creeps, sometimes my mind plays ticks on me. It all keeps adding up."

Yawning, Toby turns off his alarm. He gets out of bed and makes his way to his closet, opening the doors and evaluating his options. He decides to go with a pair of jeans, a somewhat withered Nirvana shirt, and his classic stripped hoodie. He gets dress and trudges over to the bathroom. Toby strips and gets in the shower, stepping out of the shower, he wraps a towel around his form. Toby finishes his morning routine and heads downstairs. Today is a Saturday, so no school. "Good morning Toby," his sister, Lyra, calls from the dinning room. "G-good morn-asshole-ing Lyra," Toby responds. He makes his way to the kitchen to make some breakfast. He pours some cereal and milk into a bowl, then sits down next to Lyra and his mom. A slammed door causes Toby to jump in his seat. He looks up to see his father, exiting his parent's bedroom. He feels impending doom creep into his head, a shaky sigh leaves his mouth.

"Is everything okay Toby?" his mom asks, concern shining through her brown eyes. Toby just silently nods and continues to eat his cereal. "- A body was found in the alleyway of Jim's Corner Store between Main St. and Acorn ave.-" The News brings Toby out of his spaced out state. That's the fifth murder this week, the infamous murderess has been dubbed 'Lady Night', since all of her murders have been at night time. Toby's mom has been worried sick about this murderess and makes sure all the windows and doors are locked before they go to bed. She also makes sure they all have some form of weaponry on them when they head out late. "That's it, no more heading out at night," Toby's mom stated, Toby tensed at her statement. He usually sneaks out at night, because that's the only way he can get away from his family. "But mom! I'm going out with friends tonight!" Lyra stresses, her mom shakes her head. "Not anymore Lyra, I don't want to lose you," "How about of my friend comes and picks me up? We won't leave the house, we're having movie night," Lyra bargains.

Her mom thinks for a second, then sighs. "Fine Lyra, just be careful and bring your knife." "Yes! Thank you mom!" Lyra says, fist bumping the air. The feeling of impending doom comes back. Lyra is his only escape from his fathers abuse, she helps him with breakdowns, tic attacks, and panic attacks. Toby's shoulders slump, and he gets up to put his empty bowl in the sink. Toby trudges up to his room to find something to do. Toby aimlessly wanders around his room, trying to find something to hold off the boredom. Digging through his closet, Toby finds the entire Harry Potter series. Toby grabs the books and plops down on his bed, getting comfortable. Flipping open the first page of the first book, and start reading.

~Time Skip~

The screaming wakes Toby up, his parents are going at it again. He sighs and puts his books back in the closet, then checks the time. 7:30?! Toby was reading for four hours then slept for three? The screaming got more intense, so Toby decided to take a walk. He knows his mom said no, but he can't take it anymore. He grabs his knife and hops out of his window onto the garage roof. The slides off the roof and onto the ground. Toby aimlessly wanders down the street, listening to music. Reaching Jim's corner store, he gets dragged into the alleyway, the same alleyway that the body was found in this morning. Before he could call for help, a hand slaps over his mouth and a knife is pressed against his throat.

Toby tries to scream again, the woman tenses a bit. "Toby?" A voice questioned. That voice is very familiar to Toby, it reminds him of e/c eyes, h/c h/l hair, s/t skin/ her unique sense of style, the necklace he gave her for her birthday that she always wore. "Y/n?" he asks, his voice muffled and shaky. Suddenly, A pair of arms wrap around him and pull him into a tight hug. "I missed you so much," Y/n shakily admitted. "I m-missed fuck you you too," Toby says. Toby and Y/n stay there for a while before having Y/n sneak into Toby's room. Y/n fills Toby in about why she became a murderer, and Toby fills Y/n in about how his life has been since she left. Since then, Y/n visits Toby daily and they eventually fall in love with one another.

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gifted-burnout-archive · 4 years

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Jim’s Best Friend

Part Two - PB +J

Word Count: 2627

Author’s Note: Part deux! It’s so fun inserting Y/N into show scenarios. I love it! Hope you enjoy this chapter

Warning: Domestic abuse, discussion of death.

June, 2005.

"Why did I start working here?" You repeated the question, sat in the conference room with the tv people. You bit your lip a little, your eyebrows furrowing as you looked away from the camera. "If it's alright, I don't feel too comfortable sharing just now?" You said nervously, but the producer nodded in understanding, and you quickly left you room to go back to work.

Unbeknownst to you, Dwight decided to sit down moments later. "I can tell you why she started working here." He said with a straight face, not even acknowledging that he had been eavesdropping. "Her mom died."

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You were sat at your desk, mindlessly going through paperwork as the clock ticked away in the corner. While the rest of the office seemed busy, everyone either on the phone or rushing around with copies to be made, accounts to be located, emails to send, you were sat at your desk with nothing to do. The last few days had been the same. No calls, no emails, your workload had died down and you didn't like it. In a job like this, you need to be busy.

You were starting to lose any and all will to live when your phone rang, and you sat up straight, tucking your hair behind your ears and answering.

"Dunder Miffllin, this is Y/N speaking. How can I help you today?" You gave your best pitching voice into the phone, and heard a laugh on the other end that echoed around you.

"Not bad, Y/L/N. Seriously thought you were going to fall asleep there." You recognised the voice as Jim's immediately, who sat to your left with a stupid grin on his face, and you put down the phone.

"Shouldn't you be doing something?" You asked with a teasing tone, and Jim shrugged.

"I mean, if I was doing something, you would be asleep right now." Jim had a point. You and Brian had been fighting again, and after the whole Spain debacle (turns out he was pissed you missed Valentine's Day despite you booking the trip before even meeting him), you were somehow in the wrong again, and hadn't been sleeping much trying to figure out what you had done wrong this time.

"Yeah, sorry... It's been a tough couple of weeks." You admitted with a shrug and a smile, and Jim nodded, understanding. That's what co-workers do, after all. In all the years you had known Jim, he had never once been too busy to listen to your personal drama. And while you didn't like to admit it, your love life was a shambles, and the drama came in bucketloads. In fact, Brian was the longest relationship you had kept since high school.

"At least you're have the basketball game to look forward to this afternoon." Jim offered, trying to cheer you up. You laughed a little and shook your head.

"There is not a chance I am staying around to watch Michael spiral into full blown sports maniac. Do you not remember the Super Bowl party he hosted?" The memory of that night made you both shiver.

"But Pam's cheering for the warehouse team, we need someone rooting for the office." Jim pleaded, and you rolled your eyes.

"Brian is picking me up for lunch anyway. You should ask Angela." You teased, speaking in a low voice so no one could hear it. Jim let out a loud laugh in comparison, drawing a few sets of eyes his way.

"You two can't be plotting without me, it's not fair at all." Pam called over, and you blew a kiss in her direction, which she caught and put in her pocket.

"She's not coming to the basketball game, Pam." Jim called over, and Pam gasped, holding a hand to her heart.

"Wait until Michael-" she started, just as Michael opened his office door.

"Y/N! You aren't coming to the game? But we're going to win!!" He whined, and you couldn't help but laugh.

"Michael I made plans for lunch today and I-"

"If you don't come you're working this weekend." Michael decided, and Jim and Pam turned to look at you.

"That's not really fair, I'm having lunch with my boyfriend Michael it's not like I'm ditching for no reason." You try to explain. You couldn't work this weekend, no chance of it happening.

"Make the choice Y/N. Game starts in an hour and a half." Michael set the options out for you, and you sighed once he disappeared downstairs to torment the warehouse crew, resting your head on the desk.

"I had scheduled you to work anyway Y/N." Dwight tried chiming up from his behind his massive whiteboard, and you weren't sure if it was an attempt at a reassurance or if he was just being a dick.

"Shut it, Schrute." You said softly, not moving.

"Y/N do you want me to-" Jim started.

"No." You replied with a sigh, your head still on the desk. Jim smiled a little, and scooted over in his chair to pat your back as you tried to figure out what to say to Brian.

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"What do you mean?" You stood outside the office with Brian, who had come to pick you up for lunch. He was dressed quite nicely, and the guilt kept mounting up.

"Baby, I'm really sorry, I am. But my boss said if I don't go to this thing today then I will have to work the weekend and-"

"Then work the weekend." Brian interrupted you, and grabbed your hand. "Let's go before we lose the reservation."

"Brian you know what this weekend is." You said softly, pulling your hand out of his grip. "We can do date lunch any day of the week, why are you so set on getting there?" You asked, and Brian's face turned red.

"I'm sorry, but when did your boyfriend wanting to take you out for food become such a bad thing?!" He raised his voice, and to you flinched at his tone.

"I'm telling you I can't do today, Brian. Now please, let's not fight when my coworkers are upstairs?" You begged, but he grabbed your arm. A bit too hard.

"Stop being a moany little bitch and let's go to lunch." He said through gritted teeth.

"Brian, babe, you're hurting my arm." You said gently, and he laughed.

"This isn't hurting you..." He ignored your pain, squeezing harder.

"Brian... Brian! Ow!" You yelled out, prying his fingers off you. You were breathing heavy, and suddenly you felt a pain in your cheek, as you retracted your arm and held it to your chest. Your face flew to one side, and the hot pain in your cheek was soon explained by Brian's raised hand.

He had hit you. You were used to the feeling, but he had never done it in public before, and never sober.

"Shit babe... I didn't mean it-" he started, the tears welling up in your eyes.

"We can talk later... I have to go to this thing Brian..." You said, trying your best not to let yourself choke up in front of him. Before he could convince you otherwise, you rushed back into the office.

The floor was empty thanks to the basketball game starting downstairs, and you took a few minutes to try and calm yourself down. You grabbed your purse and headed into the bathroom, trying your best to hide the redness of your cheek, flinching as you touched up around the corner of your eye. One of Brian's rings must have caught you, or a nail. That was going to bruise.

You then pulled on the cardigan Pam had left on the back of her chair, covering up your arm, and with a few deep breaths, and a final look in one of the mirrors, you headed downstairs to the warehouse, plastering on as bright a smile as you could.

When you got down there, the game was in full swing, though the quiet wouldn't suggest so. An area of the warehouse had been cleared, basketball hoops on each end, and you watched from the stairs as Jim made a basket, joining in the applause as you walked down. You took a seat beside Pam, who smiled quickly at you and then looked again.

"My cardigan?" She asked, and you nodded.

"Gets a bit too cold down here for me." You responded, and she nodded, watching Jim make his way around the court.

— "Pam and Jim? Oh, they're great together. PB and J." You said to the camera. "Of course, as friends. Pam's got Roy, obviously... They started about the same time, never seen a pair cement together so fast. Glad I got muddled up in that friendship." You laughed, smiling a little brighter. "We all just... It's never awkward." —

After Roy had scored another three pointer, and Michael had lost the ball during some cocky dancing, the boss called in the team.

"You're playing like a bunch of girls! Do you want to work Saturday?!" Michael hissed, before turning round and noticing you.

"Where were you?" He asked, and you looked up, confused.

"I came here for 1.15..." You said, a hand holding your chin up.

"The game started at 1, Y/N... God! If we lose, you're coming in Saturday too."

"Michael I-" you tried to defend yourself, but he ran out onto the court with the guys. Pam put a hand on your shoulder, and you tried your best to hold back tears. You kept your head down as the game started back up again.

Jim was going hard, and now he was tagging Roy, it suddenly became a lot more competitive. The fiancé versus the best friend. Every time Jim scored, he would rain past you and Pam with a cheeky smile on his face, and Pam would always smile back.

That is, until Roy elbowed Jim in the nose, and Jim knocked Roy over... Her smile disappeared then. And quickly, the game became a mess. Michael was yelling and harassing the other team, Dwight was stealing the ball from Ryan...

And one of the warehouse workers accidentally hit Michael in the face.

"What the Hell man?" Michael yelled, stopping the game.

"Oh man, I am so sorry. I didn't see you I-" the warehouse worker, a guy named Ted, started apologising.

"Foul! Foul! You just clocked me right in the face man, what was that for?" Michael held his nose, and as Ted tried to explain, Michael kept telling. "It was a flagrant attack of a personal nature you know what GAME OVER! Game over!" Michael called out, a few sighs and grumbles following.

"This is why I didn't want to come..." You whispered to Pam as Michael went on about the team being a family, about how it was a real shame but whoever was ahead should win.

"That was you..." Daryl responded to Michael's statement. Office had been ahead by five points.

"We were ahead? Oh well I didn't know-" Michael started. "Guess you guys are coming in Saturday." Michael said with a shrug, and you glanced at Pam.

"Michael bet whoever lost worked Saturday..." She filled you in.

"Nah, I'm not working Saturday..." Roy states, and three of the warehouse workers: Roy, Daryl and Lonny, surrounded Michael. Each of them were at least half a foot taller than him.

"Come on guys... I'm the boss." Michael said with a sigh, and Lonny jumped in.

"So we're coming in Monday? Right?" He asked, and Michael gulped. The room was silent, in the way no room of thirty people should be silent. "Monday, right?" Lonny repeated.

"Yeah, course. We're coming in Saturday." Michael said with a laugh, and the room was filled with sighs, muttering and grumbles.

As the office team made their way back upstairs, spectators in tow, the mood was low. Lower than low. Not only had Michael cheated, but he had still lost.

Jim was chatting with Pam and you when Roy came in to pick her up.

"Larry Bird... Larry legend." Roy announced, giving Jim the once over as he swung his arm over Pam's shoulder, the pair starting to leave the office.

"Oh, Y/N. Mind if I get my sweater? The house is freezing." Pam said with a sweet smile, and you nodded, pulling it off and handing it over to her. The moment of silence the four of you shared upon the reveal of your newly bruised arm was too long to bear, but Roy quickly broke it.

"See you guys next week." He said, leading Pam out quickly. Jim looked at the door for a second, then back at you.

"Y/N what-"

"Not now, Jim." You said quickly, turning to tidy your desk. As you shut down your computer, Michael appeared from his office, tissues in his nose.

"What time do we have to come in tomorrow?" Oscar asked, the office going silent as they waited for an answer.

"Ah, ha ha! I uh- hey Y/N, at least you won't be working all on your lonesome, huh?" Michael turned the attention to you.

"Michael, I came to the game, I'm not coming in tomorrow." You stood your ground, pulling on your jacket.

"Don't be like that Y/N. You were late anyway, and it's a team thing! All in it together." Michael tried to laugh it off.

"No, Michael."

"Come on Y/N-"

"Jesus Michael, I said no!" You yelled, and Michael took a step back.

"Am I missing something?" Michael asked. You never shouted at him, he never shouted at you. In the six years you've known each other, it was playful almost always.

"Five years tomorrow." You said gently, wiping away a tear, and the realisation dawned on a few faces, including Michael's. Phyllis came over and gave you a tight hug.

"Y/N I can't believe I forgot I-" Michael tried to apologise, but you shook your head.

"It's fine, it's fine... God, I'm sorry..." You apologised, and after breaking the hug with Phyllis you immediately rushed out the office to your car.

"I'm confused..." Ryan spoke up after a minute, and Dwight turned to look over.

"Her mother passed away a year after she started working here... I don't know why she's making such a big deal of it, if you ask me." He said, and Jim stood up.

"Jesus Dwight, shut up!" Jim snapped, grabbing his own things and following you out the door, hoping to catch you.

Michael and the rest of the office stood quiet for a moment. "Screw it, have tomorrow off. It's not like an extra day's work is going to stop the downsizing." Michael said with a sadness in his voice, walking into his office and shutting the door.

Meanwhile, Jim had managed to catch up to you.

"Y/N?" He tapped on your driver's window, startling you. You took a second, rolling the window down slowly as you wiped your eyes.

"I'm sorry I lost it in there I just-"

"Don't apologise. You have every right to be sad... And, I know I never met your mom, but I bet she was as amazing as you are." Jim tried to cheer you up with a compliment, and you laughed, a few more tears flowing. "Hey, hey... Look, why don't I come with you tomorrow? So you don't have to be alone?" He offered, and you look up at that big smile of his, nodding.

"I would really, really like that..." you said with a small voice, letting out a hiccup as you dried your eyes on your jacket sleeve.

"Then I'll pick you up at 10?" He offered, and you nodded, cementing the plan. Jim smiled, waving goodbye as he headed to his own car. He didn't ask about the bruises, he knew you wouldn't want to share, and you drove that night feeling slightly less terrible.

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captainchrisstan · 4 years

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My Leather Guy

Summary: Bucky has to make things right, even if it means losing you.

words: 1935

Warnings: none... a little bit of Smut... (but if you find any please let me know)

Pairing: Biker!Bucky x Reader.

A/N: This was made with love for @saiyanprincessswanie !!! My prompt was “Nice ass” / “it´s all yours”

Hey guys! <3 my mother language is not English, so if there is any mistake please help me to improve. Also, my work is not allowed to be on other platforms. Just comment, like and reblog <3

Bucky kisses your lips for the last time to see you leave for the club stairs that lead straight to the rooms upstairs, with a sigh he turns around to see his best friend Steve and almost friend Tony at a table watching him expectantly.

Bucky knows their faces too well to know what they want answers to their questions, today would be the sixth time you've stayed with them in less than two weeks. The problem wasn't that you stayed, they loved you, the real problem was that you lied to your father who was also the leader of one of the New York City motorcycle clubs.

"I hope you got it right this time Bucky," Tony says as he brings his beer to his lips but stops halfway through. "That you stood in his driveway like a decent man" as the silence drags on Steve lets out a big sigh.

"He escaped out the window again?" Steve asks what Bucky nods to. "Bucky... I understand that you love her I went through the same thing with Natasha... the thing is we can't get into trouble now that they've agreed to ally themselves with us to corner the Hydra club"

"If it were up to me, I would have told his father by now." Bucky interrupts.

"Does her father beat her?" Tony asks, and the blonde looks at him expectantly.

"No! It's just that she doesn't want to disappoint him."

"Bucky, you're the best man in the club-"

"Steve I'm not saying that... It's because of his mother... since his mother died his dad has made sure he doesn't follow in his footsteps" Tony and Steve look expectantly at Bucky, waiting for answers. "That doesn't end up with a biker.”

"Oh God too late!" Tony says quickly as he grabs his leather jacket on the back of his chair and stands up. "Looks like the conversation is going to get sentimental so I'll see you tomorrow" and without further ado, Tony walks away from the door.

"Look Buck... if you want some advice... You'd better go to his father and tell him" Bucky opens his mouth to say something but Steve raises a hand "Let me finish please, Hydra has been up to our asses since they got to town, they have been trying to wipe out our business and theirs. If he finds out you're sneaking around with her daughter and goes crazy and finishes the deal; we'll be in danger, not just us as a club, but our partners as well"

A few minutes later Bucky thoughtfully climbs the stairs, what Steve was saying was true, he was putting the whole group, no, his family in danger with his selfishness and that could not continue to happen. When he got to the door of his room a soft humming could be heard through it, when he opened the door he found himself with y/n with his headphones lying on her stomach in bed with his back to the door, his pajama shorts barely covering his ass and he was wearing one of Bucky's t-shirts to sleep, closing the door to lean on it, Bucky simply watched his girlfriend and how much he was going to miss being with her once they told your father.

Feeling a change in the air y/n realizes that she is not alone, turning quickly in bed she sees her boyfriend leaning on the door, she smiles but her smile does not last long because of the look in Bucky's eyes. y/n knows that something is wrong.

"What's wrong, love?" she quickly gets out of bed to go to her boyfriend.

"We have to tell your father" I knew that this day would come, I knew that the moment those words came out of Bucky's mouth their lives would have to go their separate ways forever.

"Tomorrow we'll both go together, I promise," hugging Bucky around the neck and he's hugging her around the waist. "Would you kiss me?" one last time she thought

Bucky's lips feel like feathers on the skin, they both know this could be goodbye and they would both make the most of it. Without rushing, they take off their clothes and throw them away so who knows which part of the room, when y/n's legs touch the bed he gently pushes it. Skin on skin meet and fireworks explode as the moaning fills every corner of the room.

In the large double bed, they try to calm their breaths, both have their heads full of possible scenarios of what could happen tomorrow, but in Bucky's head are the most tragic.

Little whispers of 'I love you' and 'I'll always be with you' fill the room until y/n's voice is interrupted by a yawn from her, Bucky puts one arm around her shoulders and draws her as close to his body as he can.

Bucky goes down the stairs with the little courage he has left in his body, when he sees the time on the wall clock he deduces that his father-in-law could be in the club's bar, without wasting any more time he goes to Steve to communicate his decision. This one is on the same table where he left it a few hours ago.

"Steve, I'm gonna go tell y/n's dad" Steve looks up from the documents to focus on Bucky.

"Give me 5 minutes and I can join you" with one hand on his shoulder Bucky stops his best friend.

"I don't think you understand me, Steve... I'll go alone," Steve looks at him not knowing what to do. It wasn't that they were afraid of Y/N's father, only that he was a man respected by many, almost a legend. "If I'm not back in three hours... you know what to do." Without saying anything else, Bucky hands Steve a sealed envelope with Y/N's name on it. Bucky always so dramatic thought Steve as he saw Bucky's figure coming out of the bar.

The road to the other side of New York was long and tense for Bucky, his Harley stopped just outside the Death and Co Bar as he took off his helmet hesitantly for a couple of seconds before grabbing what's left of his confidence and going in.

The place reeked of alcohol and cheap cigarettes, and the place was barely visible in the dim light of the tavern. In the distance, he could see a group of men in leather jackets with the symbol of the American flag on their backs.

As he approached the group of men he could quickly make out the father of Y/n, with a soft cough by Bucky the men at the table stood still and quickly looked in Bucky's direction.

"But look who we have in this fucking place... Nothing more or less than the right hand of the famous captain", your father was looking bucky in the eye who wished he was 3 miles away from that place.

"I've come to talk to you, sir," Bucky mentally kicks himself, his voice must sound firm. "Alone." Without further ado, Jim "The King" stands up from the table with a head taller than Bucky.

“Follow me”

As he leaves the bar Jim leans against the wall and pulls out a cigarette, Bucky is nervous, his hands are sweating and his breathing is labored.

"It's about my daughter, right?" Stunned Bucky doesn't know what to do or say so he just nods. "I've known all along," Bucky's soul leaves his body. "Ever since my Betty died and left me with the task of raising our daughter I always knew this day would come... I always knew you guys had something because Y/N is the spitting image of her mother, and she's not too quiet when she escapes out the window either" the latter brings a smile to Bucky's face. Jim takes his last breaths into the cigarette and drops it, putting it out with the sole of his shoes. "Your mother and I were doing the same thing you do... We were running away and lying to our parents... Come on son, let's go have some beers", without further ado Jim opens the door of the bar, Bucky perplexed, expecting everything but that, so he just follows him inside the establishment.

Two hours later Bucky finds himself saying goodbye to all the club members and heading for his bike, Jim is waiting for him at the door.

"Hey, son," unprepared Bucky feels like the right side of his face is hit with something, "This is just a precaution, okay?. If I see my daughter crying over you, the beating will be much bigger." When Bucky comes out of his trance he just nods and pats his shoulder. "Perfect!, have a good trip boy" the door of the place closes and Bucky throws a spit to throw the blood in his mouth, touching his jaw he realizes that Jim didn't manage to break anything, fortunately, but he won't be able to put the helmet on because of the swelling that is forming on his face. Was too good to be true

Upon entering the bar Bucky can see that the place is almost dead without counting Natasha who is cleaning the bar and Steve leaning on this flirting with her.

"Shit Bucky I think you lost the fight man!" Natasha tries to hold back the laughter, but she can't and Steve just shakes his head.

"Yeah, anyway... I'll see you guys in a little bit" walking up the stairs to Bucky's rooms doesn't stop thinking about how well the situation turned out, about Jim's reaction that he didn't grow up and that now they practically had a free hand so they wouldn't be hiding like two teenagers.

"What the fuck happened to your face, Bucky?!" Bucky had unwittingly entered the room and found y/n at the edge of the bed, wiping her eyes.

"I've gone to talk to your dad" without more y/n gets out of bed and throws Bucky by his wrist to the bathroom of the room, when Bucky enters he can see his reflection in the mirror, his cheekbone was already taking a purple color and his eye was swelling more and more without counting with the little cut under his eye, with a pressure in the chest y/n makes Bucky sit in the toilet while she takes out the first aid kit.

A few seconds later she finds herself delicately touching her boyfriend's face with a wet cotton ball to get the dried blood out. A little sobbing gets Bucky out of his trance and he realizes that he's screwed up, with his hands he touches his girlfriend's naked legs to somehow comfort her.

"I didn't want the three of us to talk in case it got too big, I just wanted to protect you." He whispers

"Bucky, he's my dad, he wouldn't hurt me and you know it.

"The situation could have gotten dangerous and you know it," bucky sighs, "I just want to make things right... besides, your dad already knew about us."

"What?!" y/n stops wiping Bucky's face and waits expectantly for an answer.

"He said you weren't very quiet going out the window.”

"Oh, God... What a shame" they both laugh and the atmosphere relaxes a bit.

"Does this mean I'm forgiven?"

"I'd have to think about it a little bit more" playing bucky up his hands and grabbing his girlfriend's ass through his pajama shorts.

“Nice ass”

“It’s all yours, baby”

#My Leather Guy #SaiyanPrincessSwanie 500 followers challenge #bucky barnes x reader #james buchanan barnes #biker!bucky

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a-really-confused-hamster · 4 years

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The Cultural Indifference towards vulcan culture/language

I would like to hear different opinions on this: I've read this several times by now and I always get annoyed when in a Spirk or Mcspirk fanfiction there's a part where Jim or Bones learn Spock's full name and after they once tried to pronounce Spock's family name (S'chn T'gai) correctly and couldn't do it, they just say: "Oh, what the hell. I'll just keep calling you Spock" and leave it at that. Maybe I'm biased there, because I have a different cultural background than some of the authors and because Spock's last name is relatively easy to pronounce in my language (as half of our vocabulary sounds like that), but simply refusing to learn part of someone's name, especially if you're a good friend (or maybe already in love) I find extremely reckless. It's all about trying and the effort you make for someone. Even in the original series, it sometimes seemed to me that Spock's friends didn't care much about getting to know his culture. In the episode "Journey to Babel", for example, Sarek visits the Enterprise as the vulcan ambassador, and only when the ambassador is already getting off the shuttle does Bones quickly ask Spock how the Vulcan greeting works. When Bones can't get it right, he says, "That hurts worse than the uniform." But at least HE tried. Jim just nods in greeting and doesn't even know that Sarek and Amanda are Spock's parents. You've known Spock for years and don't even know how to salute in his culture?! Even if you can' t quite do it because your anatomy doesn' t allow it, it is still possible to get some basic information in advance about how it works! And this is not about perfect imitation, but about interest in foreign culture and the attempt to participate in it.

Personally, I do not think cultural indifference is cute in a relationship. I don't really ship Uhura and Spock, for example, but unlike many, I understand why their relationship would work. Uhura has been interested in languages and other cultures all her life, and for Spock, as someone who is the child of two cultures, it must have been a relief to meet someone who doesn't ignore one half of his cultural background.

Maybe we could use fanfiction to solve the problems of the series and movies, instead of making it worse.

Alternative suggestions for scenarios:

Spock teaches Jim and/or Bones how to pronounce his name and finds it cute (which he doesn't say out loud of course) that the pronunciation isn't quite right yet, but that they try so hard.

Jim/Bones get in contact with Spock's mother (if she is still alive) and ask her for advice on Vulcan culture and pronunciation. A few days later they surprise him with their knowledge.

Uhura teaches them!

#Spirk #mcspirk #english is not my native language #cultural indifference #star trek #fanfiction #cultural differences #tos #aos #spuhura #bones #spock #uhura

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xserpx · 4 years

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Battle Ground Thoughts

Major spoilers below.

The Good

I really enjoyed the last part of the fight with Ethniu. Hendrick's sacrifice was well done, and the Marcone reveal was fantastic. The action was really great, although it did get too much at times, especially the beginning of the fight with Ethniu where it’s more like reading a shonen manga, lots of huge ‘final’ attacks and mist clearing as they wait for the blood spray before someone pulls a trap card. Still pretty likeable.

Marcone as a Knight of the Blackened Denarius is intriguing. My one caveat is that I think it diminishes his post-Small Favor achievements quite a bit, knowing he had access to all that power. It makes sense, especially considering just how much Marcone was able to get done, but yeah, I liked this little twist. Marcone is probably the main reason I would keep reading the books, as things stand.

I like the fact Harry's finally been kicked off the White Council, as he should be. I'm not sure why this is controversial, though. He’s clearly broken several laws, and tbh I was kind of surprised they kept him on after becoming the Winter Knight, like... conflicted interests, much?

Drakul and the Blampires were cool. Wouldn't mind seeing them again.

The Bad

Justine's reveal, while interesting bc omg Outsiders infesting the characters we love, it also absolutely terrifies me in terms of what it actually means for Thomas/Justine both in the future and in the past. A future that might not even happen, now. And considering how long it's been since she was infected, it's entirely possible a lot of Justine's feelings have been manufactured as well. One of the things at the top of my Do Not Want list was Justine or the baby getting hurt, and now we’re here.

I'm severely disinterested in Harry/Lara. I have no idea where it's going, but it's boring at best. Maybe Jim Butcher has an idea for it that doesn’t result in me rolling my eyes, but I’m not feeling charitable today.

Ivy and Harry never got a proper conversation. Also why tf was Ivy dressed in a school uniform for that fight? Unless she's a sailor senshi or something, it just doesn't make sense. Plus she should be in her mid-late teens by now, ffs, not her early teens.

We're still drawing out the Starborn mystery? Ugh, ok.

Michael's cursing out the White Council for kicking Harry off the team... Completely OOC, sorry, I hated it. Michael is a great character because he doesn't swear as a matter of principle. If he had to start swearing, that was a bad hill to choose.

The way the morality of the White Council flip flops depending on Dresden's mood is getting annoying. At the meeting at the end, he says the Council is the biggest defender of humanity, and that he's clearly sitting at the monsters' table, but they're also supposed to be the enemy for treating him as such? Ebenezar and some of the Seniors are douchebags, for sure - especially Eb as it's personal - but Carlos and the rest are solid good guys trying to do their best. After everything that's happened, Harry shouldn't be so freaking bitter. He’s a monster now. Either own it, or make different choices. Also Carlos should’ve told him what Molly did to him. I hate that this hasn’t been addressed and that Carlos just looks like a suspicious bastard when he’s actually sustained life-changing injuries and trauma. Communication generally between Harry and the White Council needs to start happening like yesterday.

Butters needs to just go away, please. Give me a break from this shithead. He's had a few months of training and can keep up with literally everyone. He gets all these Crowning Moments of Awesome, but he never suffers for it, and at this point I'm genuinely wondering whether he'll ever suffer any consequences whatsoever. Also he constantly outshines Sanya, who is ostensibly better qualified, and the Sword of Hope should have been the stronger of the two in that last fight. I’m sick of hearing how great Butters is, and being expected to laugh at all his dumb, nerdy references.

Harry barely thinks about Thomas when he considers his recent losses. Sure Thomas is still alive, but barely, with no guarantees he'll survive or that he'll come back the same person. Harry should be grieving for him as much as he's grieving for Karrin at this point. I also wanted there to be more reason behind Thomas's actions, some sort of conspiracy within the White Court, but there wasn't. It's bad enough being anxious for Thomas, but being anxious for his whole goddamn family is just way too much, ffs.

The Ugly

I mean, I've told people: if I'd tried to imagine a worst case scenario for Karrin Murphy's death, it would have been better than the ending we got. It's worse than James Norrington dying at the hands of Bootstrap Bill. It's worse than Superman's dad dying while trying to save the dog. She shouldn't have died at all, period, but if she absolutely had to go, there is no fucking way in HELL that that was the best way for it to happen. Whether she comes back or not, there is no way to justify that scene. Gard saying she saved everyone by defending Dresden might be a satisfying Watsonian explanation for some, but of all the times, of all the places, of all the ways, and of all the people... JB picked the absolute worst possible combination. Absolute. Garbage. It's not that he can't write decent sacrifices. Hendrick's death was superb! So why the FUCK couldn't Murph get the same treatment? Why the FUCK was she killed off so FUCKING pointlessly? This isn't a real life story. This isn't some hyperrealistic, anyone can die, Game of Thrones type bullshit, where you can just kill off the second main character as shock value and have it be valuable to a bigger theme. This is the Dresden Files, a fucking series where all the women are Playboy models, and there's a middle-aged dweeby guy in sports goggles riding a skateboard and wielding a lightsaber and facing off with a Titan after just a few months of training, and having threesomes with bisexual women half his age, one of whom wears a fucking Avengers t-shirt to bed. It's a fanservice show. So it is not too much to ask for the main female character to be given the kind of death she actually deserves, let alone that she be allowed to live long enough to enjoy a relationship that's been so fantastically built up over 15+ books. (Query: was any of her family at her funeral? Audiobooks make searching hard, and I can’t find out if that was mentioned.) It's not unfair to hate the FUCK out of JB for pulling such a horrible, awful, LAZY move. I didn’t cry when it happened. I actually laughed quite a bit, maniacally, because it was that much of a train wreck. I'm not crying now, either. I'm just so, so tired. RIP Murph.

Granted, I haven't had to wait for a Dresden Files book like this before. Skin Game had a very neat ending, whereas this asks way, way, way more questions than it answers, which is probably more par for the course in this series? But now my two favourite characters are out of the field and may never come back, and I'm just so fucking tired and disappointed, and tired of being disappointed. I don't know whether it's worth staying invested in the vague hope Jim Butcher will start giving a shit about anyone other than Butters, but I can't see the next book being much good when Thomas and Karrin won't be there. When Karrin may never be there again. When I don't even know if the next book will show up, or if there'll be another hiatus resulting in a mediocre story.

I'm predicting that there'll be a Murph-centric short story in the near future that'll probably be a "gotcha!" to all the fans like me who fucking hate how BG turned out. Either it'll finish her off entirely or hint at a resurrection, which may or may not come. Either way, it won't justify her death. It won't make this better.

If I wasn’t as invested in Karrin, I’d like this book more. I can understand if people like it, and there are definitely some good things about it, but it’s hard to appreciate those bits when there’s such a massive pile of stinking shit sitting smack bang in the middle.

#dresden files #battle ground #battle ground spoilers

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chubbyreaderwriter · 4 years

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Crazy

Barbara Kean x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

Imagine: Barbara is usually soft and gentle with you until she gets jealous and a little crazy, but you like it a lot more than she was expecting.

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: foreplay (I guess?)

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Your relationship with Barbara was one that you treasured and you would do anything for her but lately, things had been getting, well, dull. She was the sweetest woman in the world when it came to you; you were her Queen and she just wanted to make you happy and stay inside her own little bubble with you. At first, it was everything you could ever want, you’d never felt so loved and appreciated by someone before and it was very different to most of your past relationships. The two of you had spent every single moment together, from watching movies, going on walks, eating out, showering, cooking together, sleeping together, cuddling. Most days you would be awakened with the sight of Barbara smiling at you as you rubbed your eyes and yawned.

For the first couple months, it was perfect and you couldn’t want anything more but now, things were getting a little too perfect. You were losing the passion in your relationship that had been so apparent in the beginning. Barbara was so in love with you that you were wary of saying anything in case she got her feelings hurt. You never wanted to see her hurt, you had promised her that you wouldn’t be like all the others, like Jim who never fully appreciated her.

You woke up pretty early this morning, your bladder demanding your attention and had you running into the bathroom. When you came back, you smiled when you saw Barbara still lying asleep, it was rare that you got to wake up first and see what she looked like when she slept. Barbara was always adamant that she was an ‘ugly sleeper’ but you thought she looked cute with her hair all messy and her mouth open. As if she could feel your absence, her hand stretched across your side of the bed and she frowned when she didn’t feel you. She opened her eyes and looked at your empty side of the bed then caught eyes with you as you were still standing at the doorway. Her face immediately lit up and she sat up, “Good morning beautiful, what are you doing standing over there when you should be in here, cuddling with me?”

A mischievous smile formed on your lips as an idea came to you. You bit your lip, “I’ll cuddle with you, if you can catch me.” Without much of a pause, you turned and ran down the hallway to make it to the stairs where your laughter filled the large living room. You heard the bedroom door swing open behind you and Barbara’s footsteps following you. You had made it into the kitchen when Barbara’s dainty arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you to her, “Looks like I caught you, gorgeous,” she whispered into your ear. Your face flushed and your cheeks grew hot from blushing but you couldn’t say anything as you were trying to catch your breath.

There was plenty of scenarios that could follow this situation but Barbara only let out a small laugh and kissed you on the cheek, “Well since we’re already here, we might as well make breakfast. What do you want today babe?” You were more than a little disappointed but you tried not to let it show as you leaned against the kitchen counter and watched Barbara pour out some cereal. Barbara was not much of a cook as much as she liked to say she was. Especially in the morning, Barbara was a little bit lazy because all she wanted to do was stay in bed with you until she had to leave for work.

Barbara was sat on the couch watching the news when you sat next to her and pouted. The sight of you pouting never failed to get Barbara’s full attention. She turned to face you and gently stroked her hand up and down your thigh, “What’s the problem baby?” You sighed and rested your head on the back of the couch as you looked at her, “I want to go to the club with you tonight, I still haven’t seen it and you promised me I could go once you and Tabitha opened for business.” Barbara had been very hesitant on letting you come to the club because she didn’t want you to get hurt and she liked knowing you were here waiting for her to come home at night. She stared at you for a few moments before letting out a reluctant sigh, “Okay, you can come with me tonight, but you have to stay in my sight at all times.” You smiled wide and hugged Barbara before running upstairs to go find an outfit to wear.

You had trouble finding what you wanted to wear but for a different reason than usual. Before you met Barbara, you had struggled with your body image and had only worn clothes that were loose and hid your frame. Barbara had helped you see just how beautiful you really were and had taken you on a shopping spree to get you a whole new wardrobe, which she may have planned for you the moment she met you. Your whole closet was full of expensive and perfectly tailored clothes that were much more tight and revealing that you had been used to. Since Barbara had a lot of family money, she was more than able to support the both of you so she had pushed you to quit your job so you could spend more time with her by living together. You never really went outside to wear any of your new clothes but now that you had an opportunity to wear something, you couldn’t choose.

And that was why Barbara found you sitting on the floor in front of your closet with different clothes flung around you and your head in your hands, staring into your closet. She chuckled, “You’ll look great in everything, but if you’re really stuck on what to wear, why don’t you let me choose for you?” You two had completely different styles but you trusted Barbara to know what looked good and what didn’t so you nodded your head, getting up off the floor to sit on your shared bed and wait for Barbara to pick something for you. She picked up all the clothes on the floor and put them away, “Now close your eyes and I’ll put your outfit on the bed.” You did as you were told and closed your eyes. You were tempted to peak but you decided against it.

It felt like Barbara was a lot quieter now that you couldn’t see her, there was a couple of moments were it felt like she had left the room. When she was finished, she walked over to you and placed a small kiss on your lips, making you jump from surprised, “You can look now, I’ll be waiting downstairs for you when you’re done.” You wasted no time in opening your eyes, eager to see what she had chosen. You looked at the pile of clothes next to you as Barbara walked out of the room. There was a light pink, long sleeved, lace bodysuit with a pair of faux leather black leggings, a cropped black leather jacket and a pair of black heeled ankle boots. You looked under the leggings to find a matching set of underwear that Barbara had also chosen for you. It matched the pink bodysuit and both were made of lace fabric. You bit your lip our of nervousness to see what it would look like on you but you had to admit that you were a little excited.

You took a quick shower before coming back into the bedroom and putting on all the pieces of your outfit before you looked in the mirror. You had been expecting to look a lot worse but as you posed and twisted your body in the mirror, you looked good, no, you looked sexy and you felt confident. You decided to curl your hair for this outfit, feeling like it suited the theme and put on a little makeup, not wanting to take up much more time and keep Barbara waiting too long.

You had a permanent smile on your face as you strutted down the stairs, seeing Barbara watching you so you posed for her, knowing she liked seeing you so full of self-love and confidence. She grinned at you, “Mm, we better go, if I stay here looking at you much longer, I’m not gonna want to leave.” You bit your lip and Barbara took your hand into hers as you got down to the bottom of the stairs. She became a little giddy as she lead you in the direction of the club, telling you everything about the design of the club and everything that was there. She didn’t stop even as you walked in through the doors.

You had stopped to take in the view and looked all around, an expression of awe on your face, it was better than you thought. Barbara put her hands on your shoulders, “What do you think?” Her tone held a hint of worry, because she was going to be crushed if you didn’t like it. You spun around and grinned, “I love it! It looks amazing. I’m so proud of you.” Barbara’s eyes lit up, you were the only person she needed to feel validated from and you always gave it to her, whenever she needed it. She pulled you into a hug and whispered into your ear, “Go sit in the booth in the corner and I’ll come over once I speak to Tabby.”

Tabitha was someone you had been wary of meeting but she had turned out to be a nice person once you really got to know her and while she and Barbara used to be involved, she was happy for the both of you and liked hanging out with you and Barbara sometimes. You were still a little giddy just sitting in the corner, listening to the band playing their music and watching people on the dance floor, wondering if Barbara would dance with you later. You had been so wrapped up in your own little world that you didn’t really see the man to your left approaching you until he sat down next to you.

Uncomfortable wasn’t even beginning to describe how you felt when he made a move to scoot over towards you so your thighs were touching, “Hey, wanna drink?” He tried to hand you one of the glasses in his hands but you politely raised your hand to decline his offer, “No thanks, I’m just waiting for someone.” He scoffed and rolled his eyes, “Yeah right, I’ve heard that line a million times. Come on, you can have a good time with me, baby.” The flirty tone in his voice made you cringe and your whole body tensed when it became obvious he wasn’t going to leave as his eyes were trained on your chest. You wanted to cover up but it was like your arms were frozen by your sides.

You gave him a forced sympathetic look, “I’m sorry, but I’m just not interested.” The man went even further to wrap his arm around the back of the booth to sort of trap you against him but you were too scared to move away from him if he got aggressive with you. Luckily, you didn’t have to worry about that as a head of familiar blond hair came charging towards you two. Barbara yanked the man away from you and had him stumbling onto the floor, “How dare you even look at her!” Barbara proceeded to kick and punch the guy on the ground and with each hit, you felt more safer and a little arousal as you watched Barbara’s face. “She’s mine! Not yours. If you so much as think about her again, I’ll rip your balls off.” You watched as Barbara pushed the man onto his feet and towards Tabitha who dragged him towards the back exit where you were sure he was going to get a round two.

Everyone slowly went back to doing what they were before as Barbara walked over to you and held her hand out for you to take. You were only too eager to let yourself be lead into the back office where Barbara locked the door behind the two of you. Barbara pushed you against a wall, pressing her body against yours to keep you there, “You belong to me (Y/N), no one else can have you, got it?” You nodded your head, feeling hotter as Barbara made eye contact with you. “You are mine and only mine, if anyone so much as looks at you too long, I’ll kill them and bury them far away so no one will ever find them.” It was probably wrong to find everything she was saying so arousing but you couldn’t help it.

Barbara seemed to realise what she was saying, “Oh god, I’m sorry beautiful, I’m acting crazy aren’t I? I just couldn’t help myself when I saw..” Her voice trailed off as she finally looked at you properly and saw you biting your lip and pressing your thighs together. Her lips curved into a smirk, getting closer to you, “You like this don’t you? You love it when I get possessive over you huh?” You didn’t trust yourself to speak so you settled with nodding your head. There was a dangerous gleam in Barbara’s eyes as you admitted to it, “Thank god, because I can’t hold it back any longer,” and with that, she kissed you, rougher than she’s ever kissed you before. Her hands gripped your hips and your hands went around her shoulder and into her hair, gripping her blonde hair as you made out.

Barbara seemed to be hiding some strength as she pushed you around and onto the desk in the middle of the room, “Lets see if you were a good girl, strip for me.” You wasted no time in taking your jacket off and pulling off your shoes and leggings, then your bodysuit which had a handy clip at the bottom you could just undo to take it off over your head. You were left in the matching underwear Barbara had picked out for you. Barbara licked her lips as she looked at you, “You look so sexy in those baby, I knew you would.” Barbara’s hand ran over your thighs, spreading them apart so she could stand between them, “Now let me show you why I’m the only one who gets to be with you.” You felt your heart race as Barbara lowered herself onto her knees and pushed you onto your back.

She was so close to you that you could feel her breath hitting the fabric of your panties. The anticipation was killing you and your hands clutched around the edge of the desk when the two of you heard the door handle being pushed to indicate someone trying to come in. Tabitha’s slightly muffled voice broke through the silence, “Sorry to break it up lovebirds but we need the host to introduce our entertainment.” Barbara groaned and pouted, standing up look down at you before leaning over to kiss you gently on the lips, “Don’t move, I’ll be right back, beautiful.” Her hand stroked over your hair as she walked around you to leave the room, making sure to lock the door behind her. She wasn’t allowing the chance of anyone else seeing you in such an erotic display. You smiled to yourself as you heard the door click shut, maybe Barbara was a little crazy but you didn’t love her any less.

#gotham #gotham x reader #gotham x chubby reader #gotham x plus size reader #barbara kean #barbara kean x reader #barbara kean x chubby reader #barbara kean x plus size reader #x chubby reader #x plus size reader #chubby reader #plus size reader

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spacenightwing · 4 years

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I’ve been thinking long and hard as to whether or not the internet needed another voice this week. Slogans, headlines, sound clips, likes and reblogs will not change anything. But at the end of the day I believe in the power of voice. I believe in changing hearts to change a community. So here we go.

I know that if I’m meeting up with a friend, I can go into a Starbucks and not be accused of trespassing. Donte Robinson and Rashon Nelson could not.

I know that if I’m in a car accident, I can call the police for help. I know that if I’m pulled over for not using a blinker or having a broken tail light, I will get a ticket and move on with my life. Jonathan Ferrell, Renisha McBride, Kendra James, and Sandra Bland could not.

I know that if someone thinks there is a problem with the cash I hand them, we can talk it out and figure out what is happening. Worst case scenario, someone asks for extra security to look everything over. George Floyd could not.

I know where I come from. I know that my grandparents on my mother’s said are Irish and Polish. I know that my grandparents on my father’s side are Russian, Jewish, and German. I know where my family comes from and where my values are founded. I know where my food comes from and I know the stories I was told as a child to teach me about life. Nearly 13% of Americans don’t.

I could go on and on and on and on.

The way society looks at me matters. Humans are visual creatures; we have evolved to make split second decisions based on the visual information around us. But when an evolutionary response turns into a societal misunderstanding, it is deadly.

White people have a responsibility to listen. White people have a responsibility to learn. But at the very minimum, just listen to a prospective outside your own. If we want to live in a post racial society, we have to confront the sins of the past. We know you didn’t personally own slaves. We know you didn’t write Jim Crow. We know you didn’t write Red Lining policies. But that does not mean that you can ignore the past. No event happens in a vacuum; history creates the events we live in today. If you truly want the black community to “let it go” then you first have to be willing to listen to why they can’t and won’t let it go.

But that’s just how I feel. I believe in this country. I believe in liberty and justice for all. I believe in the teachings of history, if we are willing to listen. I believe in protest and the freedom of assembly. I believe there is extraordinary pain experienced by large communities in this country. And I believe that the only way to heal that pain is for everyone to acknowledge it. I have. I will continue to. Does that make me morally superior? Does that make a social justice warrior? Hell no. That makes me someone willing to look past what evolution and society has drilled into me. That makes me someone willing to push for a more perfect union. I truly truly hope that - whoever you are, wherever you are - you are willing to do the same.

Be willing to listen. Be willing to learn. You may be surprised at what you find.

#say their names #justice for george floyd #black lives matter #to my fellow white people please just listen #just listen and be willing to learn

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freckled-words · 4 years

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Dealing With Children

I was talking with @the-wild-ego about how the two vampire!egos interact with the others of their “family” and we got into this amusing scenario that needed to be extended on.

To learn more about Count Iplier and Marquess Septic, please check out @justwritingscibbles. If you search her blog for their names, you’ll find a list with her headcanons and some fics ^^

This is completely unedited.

Where there is emotion, there is energy. Energy that can be molded into something new.

In this day and age of technology, and overpopulation, there is a bountiful amount of energy being reshaped.

These new creations are known to the select few as, Egos. A general term that the Egos have, more or less, accepted for the time being.

Of course, these Egos born in this era, are considered infants to those that were made, many, many years ago.

These centuries old beings have grown accustomed to a different label.

Some have accepted their role as a werewolf. Preferring solitude and freedom in the wild.

Some have the arrogance to consider themselves a minor deity.

Three particular beings have accepted their title as vampires.

One was born in the dark ages.

One was born in the renaissance.

One was born in the times of feudal war.

Tethered to the bloodlines that first crossed their lips, they’ve travelled the world many times over.

Now, in 2019, they have all settled for the next century to pass them by.

As they wait for the time when they should move along, they’ve found some familiar connection to the Egos that share their appearance.

Two of the three have anyways.

Count Iplier and Marquess Septic have come to an agreement in favor of seeing peace between their two families.

Because both hosted rather powerful individuals, it was deemed vital that important communications be passed between them civilly. If only to keep war from breaking out unnecessarily.

Which is how they’ve found themselves in rather, aggravating, situations.

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“LALALALALAALLAAL I’M NOT LISTENING! LALALALALA! NOT LISTENING TO NOTHIN’ THAT ASSHAT HAS TO SAY!!!”

Marquess stood in the middle of the Septic Manor living room, watching as Anti glitched around the room at random, yelling this, with his hands covering his ears.

Marquess had come by to pass on a simple bit of information. Less than two sentences. Of course, he had to deal with this ridiculous nonsense first. The same nonsense he dealt with every time he had to pass on information.

In a growl he muttered, “Why is my family full of idiots?”

A sympathetic pat on his shoulder drew his attention.

Dr. Von Schneeplestein stood next to him, his eyes tracking Anti’s erratic movements, “Every family has to have one, do they not?”

Marquess huffed, but this did calm his ire a bit.

Count had once stated that compared to them, these Egos, were technically their baby brothers. In terms of years and mental growth at any rate.

Keeping this in mind had been the only means of holding Marquess back from bashing Anti over the head a few times.

Movement from something purple caught his attention in the other direction.

His features smoothed into a lax smile, allowing the tips of his fangs to show, as he beckoned over Robbie.

Robbie was always hesitant to go running up to Marquess, as he just innately felt something stronger about the older being. Anti almost felt the same way, but it didn’t run as deep as Marquess.

Something about Robbie, who was technically deemed the same line of “monster” that he was made Marquess genuinely consider him a baby brother. At his smile, Robbie awkwardly jaunted over and beamed in delight when Marquess patted him on the head.

It was at this time that Anti realized he was no longer the center of attention, and Marquess wasn’t even bothering to try and get him to stop.

Ticked off by this, he glitched over and stood hands on hips in front of Marquess with his teeth bared in a snarl, “There ain’t even a message for me, is there? Yer just here to be a bother I bet.”

Without missing a beat, Marquess reached over and flicked Anti on the forehead. Hard.

Sent sprawling back by the force, Anti barely managed to catch himself and glitch onto his feet.

“OI!”

Marquess ignored him and told Schneep, “The Ipliers wanted you to know their community may cause some flux in the energy fields for the next couple weeks. Some large project that’s being published on October 30th. Dark can’t be certain, but he thinks he’ll be involved. Let your brothers know.”

He gave Robbie a little hair tussle, then grew out his bat wings.

The window had been left open from when he’d made his arrival, so Marquess saw no reason not to use it for his exit.

Once he was clear, Schneep closed the window. Beckoning to Robbie he left the living room, “Come along Robert. Ve should let ze others know.”

Anti was left fuming, and stomping his feet, “That message wasn’t for me at fucking all!”

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Meanwhile at the Iplier Headquarters …

“Count my old boy! How’s the night life treating ya? Hey, so I’ve got a new slot opened on the channel, wanna be my next interview?” Wilford practically danced around Count as he sat drinking his tea in the library.

Internally he reminded himself, ‘They’re just children. Hold your patience.’

“Here we have the ever evasive vampire. More specifically, Vampire Jim. The oldest Jim to Jim.”

A glance to the door showed the Jim twins with their camera and microphone, doing their best to not be too obvious. As usual, they were not very well versed at subterfuge.

Count sighed, giving up on some peace while he waited to hear back from Marquess. He would just let Marquess know to meet him somewhere later.

Getting to his feet he told Wilford, “I’m honoured by the invite, but I must decline. I will consider it for next time.”

Wilford wanted to protest, but a stern look from Count quieted him down. With a defeated smile he shrugged, “Ah well~ The viewer’s will just have to settle for a good old time with their favorite Wilfy I suppose.”

Count left him to his enthusiastic ramblings, and went over to the Jims.

“Jim! We’ve been discovered! Flee Jim! Flee!” MC attempted to spin around and run, only to get tangled up with CJ, sending them both to the floor in a flailing heap.

Count waited for them to calm down, then reached down and took the camera from CJ.

What he considered to be his heart nearly broke at the panicked, puppy dog eyes CJ gave him. “I’m merely taking the footage. You know I can’t be shown to the public.” He delicately extracted the SD card from the camera, and handed it back to CJ.

CJ sighed in relief and hugged the camera to his chest. He gave Count a sheepish smile and gave a small head nod towards MC. Count gave a nod back. He knew that the twins never did anything to cause trouble intentionally, they were simply having their fun.

MC dramatically pouted, “We’ll need a new SD card and new footage. Oh! Maybe we can watch Doc do an operation. LET’S GO JIM!!”

Count shook his head as he watched the two scamper off.

Children indeed.

#Youtuber Egos #Jacksepticeye #Markiplier #Jim Twins #dr. henrik von schneeplestein #wilford warfstache #Marquess Septic #Count Iplier #Dealing With Children #Antisepticeye #Robbie the Zombie #fanfiction

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logicalbookthief · 5 years

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Now that Outsiders is over, a moment of silence for the Team characters arcs we could’ve had:

Stephanie Brown was abducted by the Reach and rescued by the Team last season. Does she feel survivor’s guilt over kids who weren’t? Her father is the Gotham villain, Cluemaster. Could he be involved in trafficking, and maybe that’s why she became a vigilante in this universe? Did she struggle to be acknowledged by Batman, like in the comics, or was she recruited to join the Team by someone else?

Speaking of villain parents, which YJ loves, why not touch on the fact that Lady Shiva – the Light’s new handler – is Cass Cain’s biological mother? Cass was raised to be a weapon used like the Light’s using her mom, yet she defied her upbringing and chose to be a hero instead. Hello, Megan! Parallels to Artemis and Kaldur. And you know what would’ve been the most symbolic, most amazing gesture to cement this journey??? Babs handing down the Batgirl mantle.

Speaking of hero legacies, how is it that in a show brimming with ‘em, nobody acknowledged on-screen that Cissie King-Jones became a hero after being inspired by Artemis way back when? Her arc in the comics could easily be adapted for this season’s drama: she once came VERY close to killing the person responsible for her friend’s death, which affects her so deeply she retires Arrowette. So what if in the show, this friend was a metahuman, killed/maimed by traffickers, and Cissie decides that jailing them isn’t enough, if it’ll just keep happening to other kids? This would force her, her teammates and her mentors to confront a moral quandary that would divide quite a few.

If they expanded on the Virgil & Jefferson relationship even just a little more (instead of the weird Jefferson/Jace affair) we could’ve had a neat arc for Virgil, too. His mentor, the main reason he joined the Team, abandons him because he can’t cope with guilt over failing the girl he killed; yet in doing so, he basically fails the mentee he was responsible for. Of course Virgil would be eager to join the Outsiders – a team of metakids, operating by their own means and specifically not tied to any mentors – if he’s feeling hurt, and more than a bit cheated. It would make a reconciliation with Jefferson more meaningful if these feelings were explored, or lead to Virgil having a moment of growth/realization of his own, maybe about being his own hero with his own legacy on the world?

Cassie was the greenhorn last season, and now, she’d be the most experienced member of the Team. Show us her being M’gann’s go-to, her right hand! Show her being a mentor, especially to younger/newer/less confidant members, like Steph and Traci! Show us a friendship with Cissie, which was a major point in the comics! And while I don’t particularly ship them, if the Anti-Light arc is going to ruin an apparently otherwise healthy 2-yr relationship, SHOW us Cassie reacting to this! Show her being angry, show her venting to her mom, show her loving the openness of the Outsiders because she’s sick of secrets and lies!!

Traci should’ve at least had a few scenes of being mentored by Zatanna, since it’s outright stated she’s not in full control of her powers. And in the comics, I’m pretty sure Traci’s father objects to her magic for fear she’ll be killed, which is totally a parallel to Zatanna, and also fits right into the themes of parental concern! ALSO, while she and Jaime are fine as a couple (but again, it could use a lot more development) why not hint at her canon sexuality? Heck, show her EXPLICITLY questioning her sexuality! What does it hurt to have her freaking out over meeting Queen Perdita just as much as Gar because ohmygod, she’s so regal and gorgeous! Have her watch a clip of Infinity Inc on the news and be like, “wow, she’s amazing” when one of the girls (coughNatashaIronscough) is on-screen, etc. Just, acknowledge her attraction to women!

Speaking of Jaime, couldn’t we have gotten a glimpse – throwaway lines, a scene or two – of his life, after everything that happened to with the Reach? Let him be excited about college, given that 2 years ago, he was afraid of becoming a pawn in the apocalypse and couldn’t even focus on school! Let us see how scared he is when they find that Reach ship, his panic, his oh please no, not again. Let him audibly enjoy being an Outsider, since the last time he had public exposure, he was on mode and now he has total agency in choosing what side he’s on.

I don’t mean to Bart Allen fan on main, but imo, he remains one of the most underutilized characters. This is a kid born into the worst case scenario outcome for metahumans. Is he noticing any horrifying similarities to the enslavement/exploitation of metas in his time? Let us see his worry, his desperation, his determination not to lose his family again, especially after Joan dies. Give us a flashback, a conversation, something along the lines of “you think this is bad? It can be so much worse, if we don’t do something about it now” that makes the heroes realize how much is riding on this. (And with how much flak the Anti-Light got for its deception and ends justify the means tactics...we’re really not going to acknowledge that was Bart’s story last season? That was his entire mission??)

I’m glad we got to see Eduardo as much as we did this season, but him and the Meta Human Youth Center were still criminally underused! The Youth Center was one of this season’s best ideas, and it really should’ve been the heart of it, given how much metahuman trafficking – and by extension, the degree to which kids with these abilities are manipulated or used by both sides, heroes and villains – was the focus of this season. Ed provides such a nice contrast to other members of the Team/Outsiders, too. This is a kid with no mentor, no legacy. He was just a victim of trafficking and manipulation himself who decided, “no, you know what? I’m going to fight this, any way I can.” I think that’s really where he gives inspiration and hope to other trafficked kids, this idea that you don’t need to have a hero affiliation to do right, or stand up and fight.

Speaking of former Runaways, Roy was?? Featured in like one episode, really? I mean, I’m glad he’s doing well from what we’ve seen! But it would’ve been cool to learn what he’s doing, if he’s not on the Team or part of the Outsiders (which. The Outsiders seems exactly like it would’ve been his type of gig, but whatever). Is he retired? Does he work exclusively with Ollie while they repair their relationship? Does he live with him and Dinah and his adopted siblings, Connor Hawke and Sin Lance? Or, how about, instead of the grossly forced UST between Artemis and Will, I present to you: Roy and Jim move in to help Will raise Lian, and we get sitcom-esque shenanigans of her, her dad, and her two uncles. I’ll call it-Three Harpers and a Baby.

#young justice #young justice outsiders #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #bart allen #cassie sandsmark #jaime reyes #traci thurston #cissie king-jones #eduardo dorado jr #roy harper #see what really gets me is...#grandon had all the makings for a diverse season! right!! here!!!#they already have moc/woc they don’t explore!#they couldve have lgbt rep with traci & bart/ed #roy is disabled rep!#half the list grew up in manipulative/abusive situations that fit right into this season’s themes and yet! and yet

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ebaeschnbliah · 5 years

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DISTRACTIONS & CONSEQUENCES

Exploring the deeper meaning of ASIB has always been a joy and an exiting experience. No matter if it’s about the Strange Similarities this episode shares with HLV, or the intriguing question why Sherlock plays Irene’s theme in TFP when prompted by Eurus to ‘play himself’ (Explosive, it’s more me Oh, have you had sex?). Also the recuring Christmas theme in every series and Mycroft’s Bond Air plan, that doesn’t appear very ‘Neat’ at all after taking just a slightly closer look. When I wrote The Importance of Little Things Boomerang and the other posts mentioned above, I didn’t dwell on a detailed metaphorical reading of the somewhat strange boomerang case, which initiates the appearance of ‘the woman’. @sarahthecoat added a short and very good summary of the already existing theory on this post. It was this comment which reminded me that I still hadn’t written down my own version of he boomerang case in ASIB.

Playing around with the idea of a much further extended mind palace scenario than that from the shooting in CAM Tower onwards (EMP Master Post 2016), those ideas inevitably led to slightly different interpretations of events than some of the already existing ones. (EEMP=Extraordinary Extendend Mind Palace, I called it back then, jokingly. Links are included in this post),

Characters created by Sherlock’s imagination, to play a role on his mind stage, aren’t autonomous individuals who can act of their own free will. Instead, they would represent different aspects of Sherlock’s personality, his views, fears, desires, expectations and experiences, his memory, etc. The way they look, speak and act would be designed by Sherlock, precisely to play their role in the experiments/scenarios appointed to them. Approaching Sherlock BBC from this angle, the story appears in a different light …. like a holographic postcard, where the motive displayed on it, changes with the slightest movement. Most importantly, it changes the central question from HOW to WHY something happens. And it also raises the question of ... WHAT could be the actual meaning behind choices regarding character behaviour, names, places, dialogues and so on, inside those scenarios. What’s the real meaning of all those little stories told in the coded language of Shelrock’s mind?

Based on this idea, the boomerang case, the story of Phil with his backfiring car and the Hiker with the bashed-in head, in context with the main storyline of the associated episode, changes as well.

For anyone who is interested in a different reading, this theory is …. alternatively below the cut …. :)

The boomerang case of A Scandal in Belgravia is presented in four sequences:

The first part is placed near the beginning of the episode. Phil’s POV of the event is shown almost exclusively by visuals without dialogue. This sequence merges seamlessly into ...

... the second part, which is about John, his investigation on the crime scene and his report to Sherlock via WiFi before he and Sherlock, separately, get whisked away to Buckingham Palace, ordered by Mycroft Holmes.

In the third part Sherlock explains the event to Irene at her place. Before Sherlock can finish his explanation he gets interuppted, first by the fire alarm, initiated by John, then by the American agents who want to confiscate Irene’s camera phone.

Directly afterwards Sherlock gets injected with drugs from Irene’s syringe. He imagines how Irene gives the final explanation and reveals the solution of the boomerang case.

This fourth sequence contains, what Sherlock would call ‘a special feature of interest’. The Hiker, distracted by the sound of an ‘explosion’, is hit by his returning boomerang. While the man is shown falling backwards and out of the picture, the scene, just for a second, jumps also backwards in time to the very moment where Sherlock falls to the floor in Irene’s bedroom, due to the influence of her 'chemistry’. Then the scene continues with the Hiker still falling backwards out of the picture.

In the third sequence, while Sherlock describes the event, the camera circles round himself and the Hiker in a very explicit way. One man vanishes behind the other alternately.

Additionally there are also a certain similarities when it comes to

men lying on the ground with bashed-in heads (red and blue)

characters wearing red jackets (x)

characters wearing specific headgears

All of this strongly suggests that the Hiker, like Mary, is a mirror for Sherlock. Phil, the driver of the unmoving car, on the other hand, appears to be more connected to John, at least on a first glance. He wears similar clothing. ‘Ghost’ John can be seen sitting behind him on the sofa, while the man tells his story, placed in the clients chair in the middle of the living room. This leaves the question why John isn’t shown sitting in his own chair if he is present at the time and not in Dublin. Later, during the Wi-Fi conversation from the crime scene, Phil sits in John’s chair while Sherlock seems to have just woken up.

“Morbidly obese, the undisguised halitosis of a single man living on his own, the right sleeve of an internet porn addict and the breathing pattern of an untreated heart condition. Low self-esteem, tiny IQ and a limited life expectancy “ … this is how Sherlock describes Phil. As I mentioned in ‘Importance of Little Things’ those characteristics can also be attributed either directly to Sherlock himself or indirectly to some of his ‘mirrors’.

morbidly obese - Mycroft, who represents Sherlock’s brain department for logic and reason, appears exactly like that in TAB

halitosis - foul things coming out of ones mouth, could easily be a metaphor for ‘you alway say such horrible things’. Furthermore, halitosis is also mentioned associated with Mr. Howard Shilcott, the train guy from TEH, the one with the silly (ear) hat who is sentimental, maybe isolated but doesn’t mind being different.

internet porn addict - computer language metaphors aren’t uncommon in this story. Sherlock compares his brain to a hard drive. Jim calls himself ‘virus in the data’ and Mycroft shares that opinion. Brains consist of billions of neurons, interconnected with each other, communicating with each other, carrying trains of signal pulses and informations … very much like the internet. Metaphorically, an internet porn adict could be someone who deals with sexual desires ‘virtually’ inside his head and not with the body.

untreated heart condition - this description mustn’t necessariy be aimed at a real pathological condition of said organ. Heart metaphors are very often used to paint vivid pictures of the emotional state of a person. Hearts can suffer, can be neglected, they can break, turn to stone, freeze, burn, melt, do a somersault, sing with joy … and so on

low self-esteem - in TSOT Sherlock describs himself … ‘I am the most unpleasant, rude, ignorant and all-round obnoxious arsehole that anyone could possibly have the misfortune to meet’ … ‘I never expected to be anybody’s best friend’ No further words needed, I guess.

tiny IQ - only some statements which compare Sherlock to an idiot (there exist a lot more) … ‘I used to think I was an idiot’ (Sherlock, TEH), ‘I’ve been an idiot – a blind idiot!’ (Sherlock, TEH), ‘I’m an idiot. I know nothing’ (Sherlock, TST), ‘You always were the slow one …. the idiot’ (Mycroft, TFP) and finally Sherlock about Phil, the man this description is aimed at: ‘He’s an idiot. Why else would he think himself a suspect?’

limited life expectancy - Mycroft again, the brain department for logic and reason. In TAB Sherlock and Mycroft are betting on big brother’s life expectancy, which both brothers assume to be not very long: ‘Three years flat if you eat that plum pudding’ … ‘Done’

If Phil with his unmoving car is indeed a mirror for Sherlock, like the Hiker, why is he visually connected so closely to John? Maybe because Phil represents the object of Sherlock’s investigations and deductions.

Phil, the driver of the transport that lies dormant

A little later in this episode Sherlock observes how John meets Irene at Battersea, the disused Power Station. An unmoving car and a disused power station ... are this two different metaphors for the same thing?

A disused power station, a car that doesn’t move = a body whose sexual urges lie dormant. Repressed desires, emotions behind elephant glass ... ‘ignored, patronised, disregarded, not allowed so much as a vote’. And the brain demands ‘you will stay out of this’ and warns ‘don’t get involved’. But the same brain also forces Sherlock to investigate ‘the woman’ and later releases ‘the criminal mastermind’. And in TAB this brain proclaims very clearly ‘We must lose this war because they are right and we are wrong’. Janus-faced indeed. Or maybe just a massively conflicted mind, torn in two, like the family pictures at the walls of the grey chamber in TFP.

Who’s John Watson on Sherlock’s mind stage?

John Watson - acting as a character on Sherlock’s mind stage - is hard to pin down. He seems to represent several aspects at the same time and he is definitely the main focus of Sherlock’s investigations.

In ASIP Sherlock confirms John’s question that he’s filling in for his skull - the one Sherlock calls ‘friend’. The skull is an imortant part of the body. Made of strong bone, it encloses the brain and protects it. Interestingly, broken up skulls - bashed-in or penetrated by bullets - are a rather important theme of this story. Maybe something imprisoned by inflexible bone wants to break free … an idea, a dream, a desire ….

John, ‘good old doctor Watson, the one fixed (inflerxible) point in a changing age’ is strongly connected to mirrors for love and emotions. As his counterpart, he is also connected to Jim Moriarty, Mr. Sex …. ‘John or James, James or John … the more is less’. John seems to be Jim’s main target in the game the criminal mastermind plays with Sherlock. And the painting of the Reichenbach Falls is declared as ‘William Turner’s masterpiece’ (Reichenbach=Rich Brook, William=William Sherlock Scott Holmes, turn(er)=turn round/change direction)

John - the eternal friend - is the incarnation of PHILIA (love between friends). But in this adaptation of the great detective, PHILIA is mingled with EROS (intimate love, sexual passion) right from the start. In PILOT & ASIP, when Anteros, the god of requited love, rises behind the episode title and a dog starts barking in the middle of the night. (More detailed explanations and musings on this topic - the evolution from friend to lover - can be found in ‘The Big Question’, ‘Solutions or Choices’, ‘Shoes for the Hound’ and ‘Sekhmet’

Skull, body, heart, protector, emotions, desire, friendship, love ... but also the fear to lose friendship and love, in case the ‘fixed point’ changes …. all those terms can be assigned to the John-character on Sherlock’s mind stage and his mirrors.

Out in the middle of nowhere ...

When the curtain rises for the boomerang case, the stage is set somewhere in the countryside. There’s a shallow valley and soft hills, thickly covered by woodland. A lush green meadow leads gently sloping down to a river or maybe a lake. There’s also a small brook which meanders through the wetland and flows forth into the greater water. Not far away a street runs along the margin ot the forest.

The main characters of the play are:

the Hiker in a bright red jacket, who busies himself with his boomerang beside the small brook

Phil, who tries to restart his unmoving car on the street nearby

It’s not explained how long Phil is working on his problem at the time the scene starts, but when the audience first sees him leaving the car to take a look at the engine, the bonnet is already open. So, most propably this is not his first attempt to restart the car.

The surrounding area is still and quiet. No significant background noises can be heard. Though both men stand in shouting distance to each other, there is no contact between them. The Hiker has turned his back to the street. He either really hasn’t noticed Phil and his unmoving car or he has, but simply doesn’t care. Phil on the other hand is aware of the Hiker on the meadow. For a moment it looks like he considers calling the man for assistence but then Phil apparently dismisses that idea again.

Instead Phil makes another attemt to restart his car.This time it backfires and the sound of the explosion splits the silence. The Hiker, distracted by the sudden noise, turns round and looks back to the street. At this moment the boomerang comes flying back, hits his head and kills him instantly. When Phil gets out of the car and looks down the meadow, he sees the Hiker in the red jacket lying motionless on the ground next to the small brook.

The Hiker and Phil ... Sherlock’s MIND and BODY

The Hiker - the MIND who plays with an idea

Viewing the Hiker as a mirror for Sherlock, his bright red jacket connects the character also to Mary, the facade. This makes him the man with his facade still intact but already curious about ... something. The Hiker wears a checkered shirt, which otherwise is closely attributed to John, while he palys with the boomerang.

If someone returns from foreign travel with a boomerang, one can assume that this person is meant to have been in Australia. Compared to Great Britain, Australia lies very far in the East. The East is strongly connected to Eurus, the East Wind, who represents Sherlock’s emotional side and is also strongly linked to buried/deleted memories and the Holmes family history.

The Hiker who traveled far to the East and brought back a small, fascinating but dangerous item, would then represent Sherlock, who went deep down into his mind palace. He retrieved something from the past, something he had ‘deleted’ a long time ago. Maybe something related to emotions and love. Sherlock/the Hiker takes that memory back into the present and starts playing with it …. he lets a seemingly harmless idea fly ….

Phil - the desire of a BODY whose sexuell transport lies dormant

Viewing Phil also as a mirror for Sherlock, that man and his unmoving car would represent an aspect of Sherlock, which is consciously or unconsciously dealing with investigations and deductions about the ‘John-Problem’. Phil too, wears a checkered shirt which links him even further to John. Obeseness stems from too much eating. Some time ago I read and reblogged a very intersting meta about eating as a metaphor for desire. Sadly I can’t find it again and credit the autor. If someone has a link, please add it, that would be great. In my opinion the food=desire methaphor is brilliant and fits perfectly. Phil, the carnal desire of Sherlock’s BODY, eats too much/stuffs himself with desire and is therefore obese ... he is filled with desire to bursting … just like the BRAIN in TAB.

The Hiker has turned his back on Phil. He doesn’t even see the desperate man beside his car. Sherlock’s MIND, dismisses the desires of the BODY as unimportant and at best sencondary. Who needs that annoying ‘transport’, when one can ‘hike’ with the MIND wherever one wants and let the ideas fly? The brain is what counts, logic and reason … cases and mysteries are solved by the MIND … the desires of the BODY, who repeatedly tries to restart the transport, are just distractions which can/should be ignored and neglected. Especially when one has just unearthed a fascinting little memory from a long time ago …

Different aspects of Sherlock are dealing with related cases at the same time. One case lies in the past, the other one in the present. They overlap ... and this leads to consequences:

a car backfires and the sound of an explosion splits the silence = a BODY reacts and explodes/has an orgasm

a head gets bashed-in = ‘la petite mort’ of the BRAIN

The best thing about this interpretation is, that an almost similar scene, in a different setting, is played out a second time simultaneously during the Irene Adler case.

The repetition of a hit

Fascinated and very pleased with himself, Sherlock plays with a little item he has just retrieved from a secured and guarded place. He lets the thing fly through the air and catches it again, a bit like someone would do with a boomerang. This time though, it’s a camera phone packed full with ‘scandalous’ informations. Sherlock underestimates the danger he is in and most of all, he underestimates the opponent he is faced with.

Carelessly and maybe even provokingly he turns his back at Irene. The next second Sherlock is hit by a syringe full of chemistry … the chemistry of sex. Sherlock falls to the floor of Irene’s bedroom ... beaten by Mrs. Sex.

As mentioned above, in the final explanation of the boomerang case, the fall of the Hiker beside the small brook on the meadow, closely frames the fall of Sherlock in Irene’s bedroom … they actually become one fall. What lies closer at hand than to assume that both cases are actually about the same topic?

Sherlock’s experience of a sudden, unexpected orgasm … triggered by awakening emotions, while playing with a memory from the past.

A full list of the ‘cast’ involved in the boomerang case

The Hiker and his boomerang - Sherlock’s mind plays with an idea, with a once deleted but now revived memory

Phil and his unmoving car - Sherlock’s carnal desire, affected by the ‘John-Problem’, awakens and tries to start his sex drive

the colour green - it’s the colour of HOPE, rebirth and harmony (X) it’s also the colour assigned to John in the PILOT and ASIP. (X)

the river/lake - a lot of water means a lot of emotions, ‘deep waters, all your life’. Eurus represents emotions, the past and deleted memories

the small brook next to which the Hiker dies - Rich Brook, the storyteller who is also Jim Moriarty, Mr. Sex. RichBrook translates into Reichenbach, an event that is linked to the music of J.S. Bach

the ‘object’ on the meadow - (more on this in The Cabin on the Meadow)

Viewing Series One as prelude for the whole story, where the three episodes serve as introduction (ASIP), user manual (TBB) and chapter list (TGG), the actual story told in Sherlock BBC would then start with A Scandal in Belgravia.

“Don’t be alarmed ….. it’s to do with sex“

Mycroft’s statement, when he introduces Sherlock to the Irene Adler case, describes the whole episode in a nutshell. Sherlock’s RATIO tells himself (and the audience) what this case, this episode actually is about:

The emotional and sexual awakening of the character Sherlock Holmes.

Sherlock’s appearance, when he starts his investigation of the boomerang case, is the most fitting outfit to present a metaphorical scenario for an awakening of this kind. Clothed in a pristine, white sheet (virginity), completely naked (newborn) beneath it and heartily yawning. Sherlock enters the ‘stage’ of 221b Baker Street, as if he had just woken up from a very long sleep. Just like Snow White slept in her coffin of glass before she woke to a new and exciting life (Sherlock in ASIP).

“Noises are important ... noises can tell you everything"

A car backfires, innitiated by Phil. There’s the loud noise of an explosion. Distracted, the Hiker turns and as a consequence, his head is hit and bashed-in.

A fire alarm goes off, innitiated by John. Mr. Archer (the ‘bowman’, Cupid) gets the order to shoot John in the head.

The most significant noises of this episode are the orgasmic sighs Sherlock’s phone makes every time the text alert gets activated by Mrs. Sex … 59 in total.

The noises are the most important factor on all three occasions … the explosion, the alarm, the orgasmic sigh ….

At the end of the episode Sherlock lets Irene’s phone fly again. He catches it, takes a thoughtfull look at the little thing and tucks it away in the drawer. Then Sherlock looks out of the window, while rain pours down the glass pane in front of his face.

Fiftynine orgasmic sighs have been ignored (59 calls will be ignored in TST before little Rosy is born). The phone and with it the sexual desires get tucked away in a drawer. Sherlock, detached and secure behind a wall of glass, contemplates the pouring rain/emotions. His RATIO always carries an umbrella to avoid getting wet/affected by emotions. But his RATIO also seems to be in need of a cigarette after that case. A substitute drug/chemistry instead of the ‘real thing’, the ‘natural high’ which he denies himself stubbornly? Meanwhile the ‘eternal friend’ is already soaked wet with rain. The matter of the ‘fixed point in a changing age’ has already become a highly emotional one for Sherlock, it seems. Looks very much like the first stage of drowning.

In the next episode the HOUND will be unleashed, immediately followed by Mr. Sex ….. ‘Honey, you should see me in a crown’ …. who smashes the impenetrable glass case and reaches for the Crown Jewels. (When the man with the key becomes king)

May, 2019

I leave you to your own deductions. Thanks @callie-ariane for the scripts.

#distractions and consequences #the boomerang case #Phil and the hiker #the backfiring car #metaphorical reading #alternate version #la petite mort

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