#I need BBC to explode

[astrologysaysno]

Okay, I need to ask, which LOONA Solo Debut Song is Shang Qinghua? Whether it be vibes or lore. Cause I wanna make a songfic with a Loona Song, but I don't know which one.

[timdales]

girl so confusing by charli xcx if u get it

[2ducks-agoose]

Some shitty little sketch of caphavers for the bbc ghosts fandom tonight

[random-conspiracy]

Having a normal one with bad shows today ahsahshasa. I know that fandom is a cruel beast but seriously, the third season of Umbrella Academy, the second season of Good Omens, Wednesday, the 60 years aniversary specials of Doctor Who, and something more that I'm probably forgetting.

All of those I was hoping with real genuine curiosity and emotion and was terribly disappointed. THEY HAVE GOOD THINGS don't get me wrong! And I know that's a pleasure to analyse the dynamics and all of that but FOR GOD'S SAKE can someone make a good show?? ahsahshasa

And with all the pain of my heart even the 4th season of my beloved Doom Patrol is (sadly) pretty mid (to not say bad).

They're baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[timeisacephalopod]

Every once and awhile I rewatch Hbomberguy's video on why BBC Sherlock sucks because it's cathartic as someone who never really liked BBC Sherlock.

[ahappydnp]

so sorry but ive seen two different things about this now and im very lost, why did people think they were breaking up/broke up in 2012??? pls help me understand, wise keeper of the lore. thank u so much

response under the cut for general 2012 discussion/too long

basically 2012/2013 used to get (and sometimes still is) generalized as this dark and awful time period where dnp "hated" each other and us, when in actuality it was two very young very scared closeted queer people who were in the process of several major life changes at once while also dealing with a new exploding fan base

there's a few big things from that "era" that people talk about:

deleting old posts- around this era dnp deleted a ton of old tweets/formsprings/dailybooths that could read as them being in a relationship. they were blowing up online and had more eyes on them than ever before, not to mention had just starting working with the BBC (where being queer would have greatly affected their careers). also keep in mind dan was still in the closet to EVERYONE, and now he's got tons of fans going through his accounts and sending shit to HIS LITTLE BROTHER on tumblr asking if dan's gay. anyway people decided them deleting early tweets meant they had broken up

dan's customerservice tumblr blog- in the middle of them blowing up and people finding all these old posts, dan in an effort to control the narrative, makes a new blog for people to anonymously ask him questions (: which went about as well as you can imagine for an extremely defensive closeted 20 year old with undiagnosed depression. basically he said some unfortunately things out of fear

the video leaked again- won't get too much into that because of the subject matter, but the yeah the video leaked for the second time except this time way more people saw it/shared it and dnp actually had to respond to it this time. which is. just fucking awful and heartbreaking all around.

phil persona- basically this was the birth of the amazingphil persona that'd follow phil to the quiff era. he became more sanitized and less personable than original phil fans were used to (which got romanticized into uwu he's sad because he and dan broke up and now he's shutting down)

"no homo"- pretty self explanatory...people asked if they were gay (every single day constantly on every platform) and they would say no because what else are they going to say. this one particular vyou where dan's actually trying to make people think kills me (x) god he was so young. but they'd also started doing the "omg i don't want to see you naked/ew people want us to kiss" and the infamous "you need a girlfriend" "my future wife" etc etc.

the breakup rumors mostly stemmed from and became popular/ treated as fact by younger fans who kind of saw them as these fictionalized characters (which i mean not to blame them because they were literal children and youtubers were still so new that people did treat them like tv show characters you could be friends with). it also got turned into more sinister theories like the "dan is abusing phil" ones and "phil is actually gay but dan isn't and just used phil for attention and fame in 2009"

there was also factors like them moving to london in 2012 (and people were CONVINCED they'd stop being friends in london??), people thinking them getting popular would mean they'd get girlfriends like other popular youtubers (shoutout danrific shippers), and most importantly just them sharing less about their personal lives with their audience. like of course they're not going to live tweet their day/location anymore when people are showing up at their house and trying to find their families.

basically, dnp were putting boundaries between themselves and their fans, but the fans interpreted it as putting distance between each other. in actuality the 2012/2013 era was full of some really amazing memories and content and things people loved (literally the photobooth challenge is from 2013!! sleeping phil saying i hate you is from 2012!!!)

in conclusion, imagine building a forever home with your ex lmao

[eretzyisrael]

by Seth Mandel

As Hamas monsters hunted the Jews in and around the Nova grounds on Oct. 7, Raphael and some friends hid in a bomb shelter near the road with dozens of others trying to escape the onslaught. Hamas terrorists shot everyone in front of the shelter trying to get inside and then shot up the inside of the shelter as well, killing most of the civilians. Raphael opened her eyes after the shooters left to find her leg was pinned by a dead body. Raphael’s father, thinking quickly, told her to hang up the phone and play dead as long as the terrorists were stalking the grounds.

She and the others who were still alive did so. The terrorists came back repeatedly and shot up the inside of the bomb shelter every time. In the suffocating heat, in pain from injuries and surrounded by dead bodies, the group then faced a new threat: Terrorists started throwing grenades into the shelter. As bodies exploded around her, Raphael and a few others managed to survive until help came.

So, no, the spitting Palestinian in Basel isn’t going to scare her. But her participation in the contest requires the kind of security that, it goes without saying, no one else there needs. After the attempted disruptions and death threats at the opening parade, officials in Basel made the city a no-fly zone and also prohibited drones. “Significant numbers” of undercover Israeli security personnel are also on the ground. When you are Israeli, you have to travel with a head-of-state level of security.

European broadcasters tried to get Raphael disqualified from the contest entirely, on account of her national origin. They were unsuccessful, but Raphael knows her performance will be slightly different from the others. “She said they had done a few rehearsals with sounds in the background so she could practice with distractions,” the BBC reported after asking her how she prepared for the inevitable booing.

Very few artists risk anything in today’s music world. Because Raphael survived a massacre, she might never be truly safe to travel anywhere. She’ll get the cold shoulder from her fellow artists, one suspects, because actual courage repels them.

[obessedwithfictionalmen]

Inventor

John Egan X mechanics! Reader

Summary: Y/n likes to craft stuff, everyone thinks she's crazy. But one day, her gadgets come handy.

Warning: Swearing/ use of Y/n/ mention of an explosion.

Word count: 700 words

When Lemmons bought his sister on the base, pilots were curious. When he asked the Colonel to bring her, he said that she was an inventor, and she could help fix the planes. But ever since she came, her inventions were not helpful at all, she was living in a small cabin, where she would stock her inventions. Colonel Harding often went to see her, with Buck, Bucky and Crosby. They made sure that what she was building wasn’t going to make the base blow up. ‘’Y/n, what are you working on today?’’ Colonel asked. She stopped what she was doing and looked at the men entering her cabin. ‘’An atomic bomb’’ she said, sarcastically. Harry Crosby went to touch one of her inventions. ‘’Don’t touch that!’’ she shouted. He flinched and looked at her. ‘’Why?’’ He asked. ‘’Because it could literally kill everyone in the room’’ she walked up to her invention to be sure that it wasn’t damaged. ‘’THAT COULD KILL US?’’ Bucky shouted, stressing. ‘’YES! How many times do I have to tell you to not touch anything!’’ she said. ‘’Why would you build something that could kill people?’’ Colonel Harding sign, he was growing tired of her crazy inventions. ‘’We’re in a war! It could kill Germans!’’ She said, hitting Bucky’s hand because he was about to touch something. He looked at her shocked about the fact that she just hit him. ‘’Y/n, we have to get you on a plane, we need at least one mechanics where we’re going’’ Buck asked. Her eyes lit up, but before she could ask the question, Bucky stopped her. ‘’No, you can’t bring any of these’’ he pointed at her inventions. She pouted. ‘’But I’m bringing my tools, we never know if we could need them’’ she said, closing the small pouch and putting it in her bra. The men blinked in disbelief. ‘’What? It won’t fall in the air’’ she blurted out. Crosby rolled his eyes as they made their way outside.

‘’That was a stupid idea’’ she said. She was glued to Bucky’s body as their parachute made their fall less scary. They needed to abandon their plane, since she didn’t have a chute, Bucky took her in his arms, she was hanging onto him like a koala. ‘’Shut up’’ he rolled his eyes. ‘’Don’t you drop me, Egan’’ she ordered. ‘’Don’t tempt me Lemmons junior’’ he said. She looked at the ground. ‘’What are you looking at?’’ he asked her. ‘’Checking of how high I would fall’’ she fakes smiled. ‘’How come you’re not in a mental institute?’’ he mumbled.

It has been 2 months since they’ve arrived in the camp. Her hair was starting to grow back, so she had to cut it. ‘’Buck, you still have that knife?’’ she asked him as he shook his head. She took the pouch of tools out of her bra and started to build something. When she’s done, she looks at the D-I-Y pair of scissors she just made. ‘’Bucky, can you help me?’’ she hands him her gadget. He takes the scissors and start to cut the excess of hair. She cut them so the Germans won’t think she’s pretty, she didn’t want to get assaulted. When Bucky was done, Y/n thanked him and put the scissors at the place she was hiding her other inventions.

‘’Are you sure this won’t blow up?’’ Bucky asked. ‘’I’m about 75% sure that this won’t explode. It’s a radio, not a bomb’’ she faked laughed, she wasn’t sure if this was going to explode or not. ‘’For fuck’s sake’’ he breathed out while putting a hand on his forehead. ‘’Relax, it won’t blow up, she’s knows what she’s doing’’ Buck tried to reassure everyone. She took a deep breath before opening the device. At first, she didn’t hear anything, but when some German words came to her ears, she was smiling. She adjusted the device. ‘’I got it, it’s the BBC’’ she announced, smiling. The guys cheered for her, and Bucky even kissed her cheek. ‘’Clearly, we would be dead without you! Thank you so much!’’ Bucky said. ‘’We could still die with her’’ Crank joked. ‘’Be careful with what you’re saying before I make you bed blow up’’ she threatened with a smile.

[supeskenobi]

After leaving Doctor Who, Chris Chibnall said that both he and the BBC struggled to find a replacement for him as showrunner. Hell he literally wrote up a list of pros and cons after being asked by Moffat and came away with twenty five cons and two pros, before taking the job. However seeing how the fandom treated him, Moffat and now RTD after this finale (and last year's) really makes me understand why is it a struggle and why very few writers want the job.

Aside from the grueling production (you work every weekend, every holiday, screw up meals with family or loved ones, put your own mental and physical health on the line, face constant pressure from the BBC and scrutiny from the press), who the fuck wants to subject themselves to the vitriolic attacks from Doctor Who fans on a daily basis? To have their writing critiqued is one thing, but to have their character attacked? What gives you that right? You don't know these people from Adam, yet the way fans talk about them, they might as well be Hitler or Stalin.

"We want fresh blood!" you cry! "We want a new showrunner!" you scream!. Well guess what? You would treat them the same way you've treated every other fucking showrunner/script editor/producer since Nineteen Sixty FUCKING THREE! It's only gotten worse since social media exploded during the Moffat era, but it's always been there. Do I need to pull out that clip from the Doctor Who Appreciation Society from 1986? Why must we go through this shit every year/series/Doctor/showrunner?

Remember this is the worst finale since the last one. This is the worst season since the last one. This era is the worst since the last one. This showrunner is the worst one since the last one. #RIPDoctorWho (1963-2017/2013/2010/2005/1989 ad infinitum). And don't get me started on those little Daleks who say the show should be put on hiatus or cancelled because you just know they'll be crying the loudest when it actually happens and will be hastaging #RestoreTheWhoniverse!

Don't worry, when Steven Moffat comes back for the Moffat Era II: Timey-Whimey Boogaloo (because let's face it, the next showrunner will be someone who has written for the show before and has an intimate knowledge of it and of the fanbase, both the positive and negative side to it) you'll be begging the BBC and (possibly if they're still involved) Disney to bring back RTD, like you did between 2010 and 2021. Once the new showrunner is firmly ensconced, those Rose Tyler tinted nostalgia glasses will firmly be back on. "Guys RTD II was peak Who!" Fuck me, this fandom is the ultimate Ouroboros.

If I was a writer, I'd stay far away from Doctor Who as much as possible, and that pains me because I love this show! But after the last decade of fandom, I can say I'd rather smear my genitals in honey and dangle them in front of a very hungry Winnie the Pooh, than write for Doctor Who. Blimey, you lot are slowly becoming the new Star Wars fans.

Look I am not arguing you can't have your criticisms or complaints about this or any other era of the show (I have mine to be sure), but the way some of you have been acting for a long while now; is down right disturbing and demoralising (especially here on tumblr. The endless hate boner for Moffat is just pathetic). At the end of the day, I feel that we get so caught up in the ups and downs of a TV show, that we forget that there are human beings behind those ups and downs, and how we speak about them online, is more often than not seen by creatives who would love to write for the show; but see the nasty things that are said about the current production most likely put them off ever taking the job. As every year passes, this fandom proves Mark Gatiss was right; being showrunner of Doctor Who is a poison chalice.

[firephoenix2305]

AGHASBNSDLBFGKSDNVBKXCBVKDB KZXBFV I'M SORRY I NEED TO SCREEEEAAAAAAM

THE CHEMISTRY. THE FLIRTING. THE PROPOSAL (which was real as far as I'm concerned). THE DANCING. THE KISS. THE EVERYTHING. THEM. JUST THEM.

THIS EPISODE WAS IMMACULATE.

I just...I...just....

They're so...they're just...

AAGHTFJGFIEJKGBISDJFBJKB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

LISTEN. LISTEN. LISTEN.

I just spent an ENTIRE 43 MINUTES squealing and twirling my hair like a SCHOOLGIRL because these two...

THESE TWO...

ARE

TOO

GOD

DAMN

CUTE AKLJFHKAJSFHJKSHBFJDH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YOUR HONOR THEY ARE SOULMATES.

This entire episode has made me so happy.

And what a bittersweet ending. Although, what is it with the love of The Doctor's life getting stuck in alternate dimensions? Bit of a parallel with Rose there...

Anyway, digressing. Where was I? Oh, yeah!

ALBNFKKLBVSKVBJKB!!!!!!!!!!!! YES YES YES!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE THEM. I ADORE THEM. I MEAN, LOOK AT THEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MY HEART IS EXPLODING. JUST. JUST....AAAAAAAH I AM BLUSHING LIKE A GODDAMNED IMBECILE OVER HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Need I tell you how I screamed my little lungs out with...

"Find me"

"FIND ME"

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH THEY ARE SO IN LOVE STOP IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*Takes a deep breath*

Terribly sorry, I don't know what has gotten into me with this episode. Possibly one of my favorite Doctor Who episodes ever. Certainly this season's best so far, Imo.

Did I mention I love The Doctor and Rogue? And that they are extremely adorkable and that they're killing me and that I will fangril over them until my dying breath? Probably did.

I am so invested in these two I didn't even pay much attention to Susan Twist. Or the fact that the bad guys were canonically roleplaying Bridgerton cosplayers. Or to Ruby, really (bless her).

New hiperfixation unlocked. This is going to be great and horrible at the same time. It's like ineffable husbands all over again. I need fics. Like right now. Please. Thank you.

And one more thing. Just one more, I promise, and then I'll stop shouting in your ear :)

If Rogue (aka the love of The Doctor's life/fiancé and nobody can tell me otherwise) is not brought back at some point during Ncuti's run I WILL START A FUCKING RIOT. I MEAN IT. I WILL MARCH INTO THE BBC WITH A TORCH AND A PITCHFORK AND I WILL....

*Takes another deep breath*

Ahem. That got a little away from me...

Anyway, that's all. Thanks for bearing. Shout with me in reblogs or replies if you want. If anyone needs me I'll be rewatching the scene of them in the TARDIS approximately three thousand times and smiling at my screen like an idiot.

Good evening. <3

PS: Haven't been this excited about a TV couple since Good Omens, and THAT is saying something.

PPS: I just went on a crazy gif hunt and might have now possibly got a folder full of Doctor X Rouge (Someone tell me when you come up with a ship name please) gifs. So I have absolutely no clue who made what. But yeah, they're not mine, and whover created them...thanks!

[elizabethrobertajones]

so after taking like half a year to watch the second doctor, I burned through Pertwee Doctor in what felt like a week. I was fully ready to formally induct him to the hall of favourites somewhere around the top, pending the wikipedia search to check he such wasn't a terrible guy IRL it made it into the personal life section as per the last 2, and -

[refuses to be in a film when a producer won't hire a gay friend]

good start, good start (already liked everything else I read but this is an incredible character merit mark for a guy in the 50s)

[the doctor is literally just him being himself on camera]

Oh, so I just want him to be my friend, I see

[he said the catalyst for leaving was the death of Roger Delgado among other changes in the last year]

Wait WHAT - is that why there was no more Master later on -

[Delgado died on location filming in Turkey, his own wiki page repeats that this was why Pertwee wanted out]

NO NO NO NO NNOOOO

HOW IS THIS HUGE BIT OF DOCTOR WHO HISTORY SOMETHING I NEVER HEARD ABOUT? I GREW UP IN SCI FI CONVENTION SPACES BUT EVERYONE JUST TALKS ABOUT TOM BAKER LIKE NOTHING HAPPENED BEFORE?

WHAT THE FUCK.

I am DISTRAUGHT, the Doctor/Master stuff from the first few seasons of the 3rd Doctor was absolutely INCREDIBLE television. I'd been assuming Delgado maybe had somewhere else to be. Heartily recommend watching that entire run of the show if you don't want to start any earlier.

Well, anyway. :(

I know people don't like the weird James Bond swing it all took with him but the show had been getting more action-y anyway under the 2nd doctor and then a guy who had literally been in the inner circle with all the WWII creatives like Ian Fleming and probably helped INSPIRE James Bond gets the role, I'm feeling like we're blessed and privileged from this perspective of getting to watch it as a historical artefact. I'm assuming based on the vague things I know about the 4th Doctor, the first I'm meeting with any preconceptions, that he's obviously not capable of bringing THAT to the table because that was no ordinary skillset, Pertwee was clearly a top 0.00001% of actors and Guys Who Had Lived A Life, who happened to be doing a silly BBC sci fi show. I'm expecting it to tone back on all these things.

And then in hindsight from the Doctor Who revival era, all the nonsense he brought, aside from the Venusian Karate and flying car and a few other extreme eccentricities, end up being stuff that feels much more modern and like the kind of antics the Doctor gets involved in. Like, he took the sonic screwdriver from being a couple of times joke into a multi-tool with the first joke about it not working on wood after he uses it through many episodes to escape or explode things, all of which is so common nature to the Doctor nowadays.

He also had far more of the casual behaviours we think of as The Doctor now, especially way less circumspect name dropping of historical people and a sense of having lived all around time and space, sometimes for extensive periods of time (he clearly like. LIVED on Venus to pick up all the various throwaway jokes about Venusian culture to explain things he does lmao). Weirdly, despite knowing he was a timetraveller from the jump, the previous two doctors were quite close-lipped about who they knew and had met, and rarely namedropped.

In any case, carrying on into 4th doctor era cautiously because I am 1: sad and 2: deeply let down by my perception of Whovian culture as I've been exposed to it, which sets a ridiculously high bar for Baker as the high watermark of Who and meanwhile I have just bid farewell to watching one of the most electric actors I've ever seen in anything ever while feeling wildly upset on his behalf that there isn't a bonkers appreciative fan culture for everything he did and he's written off as one of the quirky weird early doctors you don't need to bother with.

(AND THERE WAS WRITTEN QUEER DOCTOR MOMENTS. AT LEAST 2-3 OF THEM, GENDER AND SEXUALITY-WISE. HE GOT TALKED TO IN POLARI. ON TV IN 1972. THAT DOES NOT HAPPEN BY ACCIDENT.)

[hersterical]

Some of my favorite fictional friendships who I think would be willing to get platonically married (some of these I ship both platonically and romantically and some of these I ship purely platonically)

(Stranger Things) Robin & Steve: Do I even need to explain this one?

(MCU) Kate & Yelena: This is doubly true if Yelena is ace and/or aro. I could also see them getting married on an assignment or something and then just not getting around to divorcing while joking about being work wives

(MCU) Clint & Natasha: I honestly only see this happening in a situation where Laura dies in a non-Thanos related incident

(Seinfeld) Jerry & George: They sincerely believe that it was just for the tax benefits. Hard to say if they ever become self-aware enough for it to become romantic

(Community) Annie & Abed: Got carried away with the bit. Abed doesn’t take marriage seriously enough to get a divorce and Annie likes the idea of being married and being able to refer to someone as her husband. They do eventually both grow to actually enjoy being platonically married to each other. Annie might eventually want a divorce when she realizes she’s a lesbian and falls in love with a woman. Abed might want a divorce if he sees how sad the marriage makes Troy

(Lotr) Legolas & Gimli: Same reasons for why they’d get married romantically but if they had no romantic feelings for each other

(X-Men Evolution) Rogue & Kitty: I could see them actually following through on an “if neither of us are married by the time we’re 40” kind of arrangement, though it’d take quite a bit of convincing on Kitty’s part and wouldn’t happen until their 50’s

(The Good Place) Jason & pretty much anyone except for Michael (and Janet): Literally canonically happened with Tahani, kind of canonically happened with Pillboi. Eleanore would definitely go for it if it got her out of a tough situation (and depending on her relationship status with Chidi). Would probably be able to guilt trip Chidi into it if it was really necessary to get Jason out of a bad situation

(SPOP) Bow and Sea Hawk: I don’t think this requires an explanation

(Willow) Kit & Elora: Only if there’s something that stops Kit from marrying Jade or if it’s on accident

Honorable Mentions

(Psych) Shawn & Gus: Shawn would no hesitation platonically marry Gus but Gus would not be up for it

(BBC Merlin) Arthur and Merlin: Would they be platonic life partners? Yes. Would they be romantically married? Yes. Would they get platonically married? No.

(X-Men Evolution) Kurt & Kitty: They would also have an ‘if neither of us are married by the time we’re 40’ kind of thing but Kurt’s too much of a romantic to go through with it

(Community) Jeff & Britta: It wouldn’t be romantic, and it wouldn’t be platonic, but a secret third thing (probably related to spite). We already almost saw it happen in the season two premiere

(Schitt’s Creek) Stevie and David: They would consider it in the pre-Patrick era, but David’s too much of a romantic to go through with it (did they have an ‘if we’re not married by the time we’re 40’ thing in canon? I can’t remember)

(New Girl) Winston and Cece: A classic Winston and Cece mess around would go too far and Cece would demand an immediate divorce (though dependings on the timing she might let it go longer than necessary just to watch Schmidt’s head explode regularly)

(BTVS) Tara and Oz: Sincerely don’t know if either of them would actually be down for this but I think it’d be tons of fun

(SPOP) Bow and Adora: I think they’d be perfectly happy to be platonically married but Glimmer would blow a gasket and Catra’s passive aggressiveness would be reaching very dangerous levels

[throwupgirl]

bbc merlin was always like dragon. merlin you need to kill uther or let him die its your only ticket to freedom and equality. PERFECT circumstance for uther to die happens and it would really not be merlins fault if he let him die. and then every time hes like no i cant because arthur might experience emotions about it! and then a mage is like i hate being oppressed so im gonna do something about it and merlin just explodes them.

[anonymoussherlockandmarvelgeek]

A Streamer Companion (BBC Mycroft Holmes x Gender Neutral!Streamer Reader)

I've started writing again. Don't ask how I came up with this content; honestly, I have no idea where this plot for a oneshot came from. But here it is—enjoy!

Part 1 Part 2

Masterlist

(work count: 2142)

Mycroft Holmes returned home late, the weight of the day's demands evident in his weary steps. He loosened his tie as he made his way through the dimly lit halls of their home, the echo of his polished shoes on the hardwood floor the only sound in the quiet night. His thoughts were already drifting towards the solace of his bed and the comforting presence of his spouse.

When he entered their bedroom, he was surprised to find it empty. The covers were neatly turned down, and the room was silent save for the distant hum of electronics. He knew exactly where his partner was. With a soft sigh, Mycroft made his way to their gaming room.

He pushed open the door to find Y/n seated in front of their setup, their face illuminated by the colorful lights of their monitors. They were engrossed in their stream, chatting animatedly with their followers as they played. Mycroft had grown accustomed to their passion for streaming, understanding it was an integral part of their life, even if the hours sometimes stretched late into the night.

He stepped into the room, unaware that they were still live. His broad chest, clad in his tailored suit, appeared in the camera's view, though his face remained just out of frame. The chat exploded with comments as soon as the viewers caught sight of him.

"Who's that?"

"OMG, hot person alert!"

Y/n glanced over their shoulder, realizing with a start that Mycroft had entered the frame. They gave him a quick smile, which he returned with a raised eyebrow, silently asking them to wrap things up.

"Love, it's quite late," he said, his voice low and rich, carrying a note of gentle reprimand. "Perhaps it's time to finish your stream and get some rest."

The chat went wild, the comments flooding in even faster.

"That voice!! 😍"

"Marry me, mystery person!"

"Is he your partner??"

"Guys, calm down," Y/n said with a laugh, trying to maintain their composure. "I guess that’s my cue to end the stream for tonight. Thanks so much for watching, everyone. I’ll see you all tomorrow."

They began to sign off, their viewers expressing their reluctant goodbyes mixed with curiosity about the unknown person. As they ended the stream, they turned to Mycroft, who was patiently waiting by the door.

"Sorry about that," they said, standing and stretching. "I lost track of time."

He stepped forward, wrapping an arm around their waist and pulling them close. "I understand," he replied, pressing a kiss to their forehead. "But you do need your rest."

They smiled up at him, their eyes sparkling with affection. "I know. Let's go to bed."

They made their way back to their bedroom, the house now completely silent. As they settled into bed, Mycroft turned to them, his expression softening in the gentle glow of the bedside lamp.

"How was your day?" he asked, his hand reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from their face.

"It was good," they replied, snuggling closer to him. "I had a great stream, and I made some progress in the game I was playing. The fans were really engaged tonight."

He nodded, his thumb tracing soothing circles on their back. "That's wonderful. I'm glad to hear it."

"And you?" they asked, looking up at him. "How was your day?"

He sighed, the weight of his responsibilities momentarily lifting as he shared the details of his day with them. "It was long and challenging, but we made some significant strides on a few important matters. I’m just glad to be home now."

They listened attentively, their presence a balm to his tired soul. They continued their nightly ritual, sharing the highs and lows of their respective days, finding comfort in each other’s company.

Eventually, the conversation dwindled, and they lay in contented silence, the rhythm of their breathing synchronizing. Mycroft pressed a final kiss to their forehead, his arms holding them securely as they drifted off to sleep.

In the quiet of the night, with his spouse nestled close, Mycroft found a rare and precious tranquility, a reminder that even amidst the weight of his world, there were moments of pure, unadulterated joy and love.

The following afternoon, Y/n was lounging on the couch, casually scrolling through TikTok when they stumbled upon an edit from last night’s stream. The video had already gained an impressive number of views and comments, showing the moment Mycroft had entered their gaming room. The editor had added dramatic music and heart emojis, focusing on Mycroft’s suit-clad chest and his smooth, commanding voice.

"Who's that mystery person?" the overlay text read, followed by a flood of comments from viewers simping over Mycroft.

Y/n couldn't help but laugh, their cheeks flushing as they watched the edit. Mycroft truly was hot, and seeing the fan reactions only made them blush more.

As the afternoon gave way to evening, Y/n prepared for their next stream. They couldn’t help but wonder how their fans and co-streamers would react tonight. They set up their equipment, mentally preparing for the inevitable onslaught of questions.

Once they were live, the chat immediately exploded with comments about Mycroft.

"Tell us about the mystery person!"

"Is that person your partner?"

"Marry me, mystery person!"

Their co-streamers were no different, jumping right into the teasing. "So, who was that last night? Your bodyguard or something?" one joked.

Y/n laughed, trying to deflect. "Oh, just someone very special to me," they said with a smile. "Let's focus on the game, okay?"

But the curiosity and teasing didn’t stop. The stream went on, with occasional questions about Mycroft popping up, making Y/n blush and laugh.

About halfway through their stream, Mycroft arrived home. He entered their gaming room, looking as composed as ever. The chat erupted once again as his suited figure came into view, his voice as commanding as the night before.

"Y/n, are you almost done? We have reservations for dinner," he said, his eyes softening as they met theirs.

The chat went wild, and their co-streamers didn’t miss a beat. "Dinner date? Fancy! Who's the lucky person?" one teased, while another added, "Is this the mystery person from last night?"

Y/n blushed deeply, trying to keep their composure. "Alright, everyone," they said, laughing. "I guess that's my cue to wrap things up. Thanks for watching, and I’ll see you all tomorrow."

As they signed off, Mycroft watched them with a raised eyebrow, curious about their flushed cheeks and the playful looks from their co-streamers. Once the stream ended, he helped them stand up, his hand resting on their waist.

"Why are you blushing so much?" he asked, genuinely curious. "What were they teasing you about?"

They giggled, shaking their head. "Oh, just some playful banter. I’ll explain everything over dinner."

Mycroft nodded, accepting their answer for now. "Alright, then. Let's get ready."

Y/n quickly changed into something suitable for their dinner date, their excitement growing. As they left the house, they couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation, knowing they had a lot to share with Mycroft about the amusing reactions of their fans.

At the restaurant, as they settled into their seats and ordered their meals, Y/n recounted the day’s events to Mycroft. He listened intently, a smile tugging at his lips as they described the TikTok edits and the fans’ reactions.

"It seems I've become quite the internet sensation," he said with a chuckle, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

Y/n laughed. "Yes, you have. They’re all so curious about you. They think you’re some kind of mysterious, handsome figure."

Mycroft smirked, leaning closer. "Well, I am rather mysterious," he said playfully.

They rolled their eyes affectionately. "And handsome," they added, blushing again.

They enjoyed their dinner, the conversation flowing easily. Mycroft’s presence, his calm and composed demeanor, was a perfect counterbalance to Y/n’s lively spirit. The evening was filled with laughter and shared stories, a reminder of the unique bond they shared.

As they walked home, hand in hand, Y/n felt a deep sense of contentment. Despite the chaotic world they navigated, moments like these, filled with love and laughter, made everything worthwhile.

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Y/n was excited for the lunch get-together with their co-streamers. After all the teasing and curiosity about Mycroft, it was time to spend some quality time with their friends outside the digital realm. They decided to meet at a trendy café in the city, known for its cozy ambiance and delicious food.

As Y/n arrived at the café, their friends were already there, waving them over. Y/n joined them at the table, exchanging hugs and pleasantries.

"Finally, some real-life interaction," one of their friends, Emma, said with a grin. "And maybe some more gossip about your mystery person."

Y/n laughed, shaking their head. "I knew you wouldn't let that go."

The lunch started with light-hearted conversations about recent games, funny stream moments, and upcoming plans. However, the topic inevitably shifted to Mycroft.

"So, Y/n," another friend, Mike, began with a teasing tone, "are you ever going to tell us about the person from your stream? The fans are still buzzing about them."

Y/n rolled their eyes playfully. "They’re just someone very special to me, that’s all."

"Special, huh?" Emma nudged Y/n. "Come on, we need details! Are they a secret agent or something? That voice... and that suit!"

Before Y/n could respond, their phone rang. It was Mycroft.

"Excuse me for a moment," Y/n said, answering the call. "Hey, love."

"My dear, I’m on my way to pick you up," Mycroft's smooth voice came through. "I should be there in about ten minutes."

"Alright, see you soon," Y/n replied, a smile on their lips.

As they hung up, their friends looked at Y/n expectantly. "Was that him?" Mike asked eagerly.

"Yes," Y/n admitted. "He's coming to pick me up."

Their friends exchanged excited glances, their curiosity reaching its peak. They continued their lunch, but it was clear that they were all anticipating Mycroft’s arrival.

Ten minutes later, a sleek, expensive car pulled up outside the café. Mycroft stepped out, his presence immediately drawing attention. His tailored suit was immaculate, exuding an air of sophistication and elegance. He walked into the café, his eyes scanning the room until they found Y/n.

Her friends’ jaws dropped. The man before them was the very embodiment of refinement and grace. It wasn’t just his appearance; it was the way he carried himself, with an air of confidence and authority.

Mycroft approached their table, his gaze softening as he looked at Y/n. "Ready to go, darling?"

Y/n stood up, smiling at him. "Yes, just a moment." They turned to their friends, who were still staring in awe. "Everyone, this is Mycroft."

Their friends were momentarily speechless, then Emma finally found her voice. "Wow, Y/n, you didn’t tell us you were married to a James Bond character!"

Y/n laughed, glancing at Mycroft who raised an eyebrow in amusement. "He's not a secret agent, just very good at his job."

Mike leaned in, still looking stunned. "Why do you even stream, Y/n? You could just be living the high life with Mr. Posh here!"

Y/n shook their head, chuckling. "Streaming is just something I do for fun. It’s a hobby, and I love interacting with you guys and the fans. Mycroft supports me because he knows it makes me happy."

Mycroft nodded, a small smile on his lips. "Indeed. Y/n's passion for streaming is something I admire. It brings them joy, and that’s all that matters."

Their friends exchanged looks of respect and understanding, finally seeing the full picture.

Emma grinned. "Well, it’s nice to finally meet you, Mycroft. You’ve definitely made an impression."

Mycroft inclined his head politely. "The pleasure is mine. I’ve heard much about all of you."

As Y/n said their goodbyes to their friends, they felt a sense of relief and happiness. The teasing and curiosity had been fun, but they were glad to finally introduce Mycroft to their friends.

Walking back to the car with Mycroft, they looked up at him with a smile. "Thank you for coming to get me."

He smiled back, opening the car door for them. "Always, my dear. Now, shall we head home?"

As they drove away, Y/n couldn’t help but feel grateful for the balance in their life – the excitement of streaming, the love of their friends, and the unwavering support of their extraordinary husband.

[helyiios]

On danse pas

Or that one time Benji went on a solo mission.

Benji says “lol” and Ethan loses his entire fucking mind.

He’s staring at his friend through a screen, watches as he’s being reviewed by Alan Hunley, who looked extremely displeased, by the way, and he can’t help but want to make the room explode.

Or something.

“Did you just say “lol,” agent Dunn ?” the Secretary asks, closing his eyes slowly, “or did I mishear that ?”

“I don’t know what else to say ?”

“Oh, I don’t know. You could explain to me what the fuck happened during your mission, for example. Just for example.”

“Nothing went wrong with this mission.”

Ethan grimaces. With a kill count of fifty three, three civilians, a building in flames, collapsed on itself, and a few people straight up murdered, he wouldn’t say that nothing went wrong. He loves Benji, he really does, he thinks he’s a fantastic guy, truly, but they had to stop sending him on solo missions. Honestly.

“You caused an explosion in Central London,” Hunley states, spreading papers on the table, “do you know how many people got hurt ?”

“Some ?”

“Seventy six. With fifty three dead.”

“Don’t think that’s the biggest I can go,” Benji offers with a genuine smile, and Ethan slams his own head against the wall. “No but I mean, sir, no offence, but I didn’t let that building explode because I had planned it. They had extremely dangerous weapons stored there, and I can’t exactly steal a PHASR in my little purse and come back to the IMF.”

“So your plan of action was to destroy them. By fucking up the entire locals of ARCH.tech.”

“Yeah ? I mean, I stole the blueprints first, didn’t you read the report ?”

“Benjamin Dunn,” Hunley warns, voice low and dangerous, “you’re going to have to use another tone with me.”

“You’re acting like I did something crazy ! Personally, I only killed, like, ten people. Max ! The rest was the explosion.”

“Do you know how angry MI6 is about this ?”

“Well maybe if they hadn’t thrown me out back when I tried to get in they wouldn’t have had to worry about this,” Benji mumbles petulantly, crossing his arms. “Look, I’m sorry for the deaths. I didn’t mean it !”

“You’re not sorry, you don’t care !”

“It’s not like I can care about everyone in this world,” he protests with a grimace. “I’m not Mother Theresa.”

Hunley holds back a scream of frustration, choosing to rub his hands on his face instead.

One thing about Benji Dunn, is that he was efficient. When with Team Hunt, he proved to be resourceful and a master at tech related support. When alone…

Well, his first solo mission had been a breeze. He’d done his part, had come back, gotten slapped on the back, and all was great. Peachy, even. So he’d gotten cleared to get sent on more solo missions. Which always ended…correctly.

Until this one.

Where he’d gone completely looney, and pushed the big red button, and gotten a review as a thanks. And he had had the gall to be displeased about it.

“You were on the news, Benji !”

“Lol,” Benji says out loud again, like an actual fucking lunatic, “yeah, I saw. The BBC. I actually watched it from a bar. Made me blush.”

“Why aren’t you taking this seriously ?!”

“You’re making this a bigger mess than it is !”

“YOU BLEW UP A FUCKING BUILDING IN CENTRAL LONDON !” Hunley screeches, and Benji recoils a little, puckering his lips annoyedly.

“Bad foundations, what can I say.”

“I’m going to get you pulled away from field activities.”

“You can’t,” Benji notes, wiggling his index at him with a laugh, “you need me too much.”

“You’re over estimating your worth.”

“That’s mean.”

“Look,” the Secretary sighs, clenching his jaw and gritting his teeth, “can you at least admit you went a bit overboard with the whole thing ?”

The agent shrugs.

“Sure, if that makes you happy. At the end of the day, I picked up on Bailey’s fuckup at ARCH and I got the info needed. And destroyed their weapons.”

“Ah, yes, but agent Bailey did not kill fifty three people.”

“There’s no free lunch,” Benji just says, visibly very little interested in the whole thing. “Also, I made a very clear a nice report on the whole incident. You can’t even call me lazy.”

“Yes, your report was good.” A pause. “What ? That’s not the point ! Does your team know ?”

A frown.

“Why would they ? They’re not concerned by it.”

“Thought it would shock them.”

“I don’t really care,” Benji whines, “I did my bloody job and I’m getting lectured over it !”

“Well,” Hunley finally says, giving up completely, “do try not to do something like that again. Please.”

“Do you want us to, like, pinky promise ?” he offers, holding out his hand with a crooked pinky finger.

“Get out of my office, Dunn.”

The agent bursts out laughing but gets up all the same, dusting his shirt carefully.

“Oh, and Benji ?”

“Yeah ?”

“Why did you fail the MI6 entrance exam ?”

A pause.

“Psych tests,” he grimaces.

Hunley tips his head back, face in his hands.

“Yeah. Figures.”

[midnight-starving]

Need help finding a lost fanfiction please1

HELP!!! Maybe someone can help me on here. I've been scouring the internet and can't find an old fanfic, 8+ years old or so, anywhere. It was a Sherlock reader/oc (the writer had a name for her but cant remember it) fanfic the followed the BBC TV show. All I remember is the oc lived in 221A or C (can't remember but I obviously think it was 221C), slightly slow burn, knew Sherlock for like 2 years before John came into the picture (or something like that) but the first chapter started with A study in Pink, the first episode. She didn't like to be touched by other males (I think), was kicked into the pool with a weighted vest on by Moriarty during the pool scene, and the biggest thing I remember is Sherlock and oc being brought to Buckingham palace during the Irene Adler episode and end up having dirty sex in one of the bathrooms after Mycroft got mad at Sherlock, or both can't remember, for not wearing any clothes. He talked dirty to her, I think tied her up with a piece of clothing and she yelled at someone outside the door askig if she was alright as Sherlock was plowing into her. She was standing next to Sherlock when his windows exploded in his flat. She would go with Sherlock and John when they were investigating and things like that. First time they had sex was after the Carl Powers episode (I think) Sherlock is slightly dom in the series and I'm pretty sure it was on Fanfiction.net but I've been putting it specific words into google and nothing and I'm currently going through 35 pages on fanfiction looking for it and nothing. But god the wording and slight filth in the series was perfect and I lost it and never got to finish it. For the life of me I can't remember the title and it's driving me insane. Please help! I tried putting in everything I remember from that fanfic and it's driving me absolutely batshit crazy not being able to find it, I'e been looking for 4 days, tried google, scoured Fanfiction.net and ArchiveOfOurOwn, tried looking through the Wayback Machine and downloading the SQlite file for fanfiction and nothing. If I remember anything else I'll update.