#Molly is just as batshit crazy as her brothers

[cas-theghostking]

They all deserve a crime hat

[louff4tw]

Percy headcannon that when Gideon and Fabian died Molly was a huge mess and Author was barely home. Charlie and Bill were in school. Going by the photo in OOTP. Her brothers were alive in July 1981. So I feel like they died August 10 and the emotional pain led to the early birth of Ginny on the 11th.

He was already helping a bit with the twins before. The moment Ron was born they were sorta pushed towards him. He taught them how to walk and talk. George’s first word was Percy. Second Fred. Fred’s was George. Second was Percy. Ron’s first word was also Percy. But sounded more like purse then pierce till at 4 he finally said Percy. Bill and Charlie helped out as long as they could. But they had to go back to Hogwarts. They say Percy down and told him he had to be strong and Brave like a true Weasley. They he had to be a Perfect kid for Mum and help her out cause she needs help. That he had to step up and help. They both felt guilty but very relieved when they went back to school. Cause at least they could get away.

Molly would have trouble to get out of bed. Percy would do a lot of the childcare despite being 5-6. Molly didn’t even think of who was caring for the kids. Even new born Ginny. Thankfully Percy watched his mom make formula loads of times.

He would get the Babies up first as they were easier to handle then the twins. Get them fed and changed and put in the play pen in the living room. Then he would make breakfast for himself and the twins plus Molly. He would bring hers up. Tho she didn’t eat half the time. Then drag the twins down and the three would eat in the living room so he can keep a eye on the babies. And then he would clean up as the twins played. He would then busy himself with the kids. Feeding and changing when needed. Trying to get the twins potty trained was a mess. Molly put it off cause she was so overwhelmed with twins and two infants.

He also had to build a barrier in the living room cause Ron was walking and the twins were sprinting. He would sometimes yell at them to stop. Cause he’s a little kid and scared they would hurt themselves. At lunch he would put them all down for a nap. Clean up. Cook lunch. Bring some up to Molly. Bring down the barely eaten breakfast. Which would then be his lunch. He would make lunch for the younger ones for when they woke

Meal times were a hassle with all 4 awake. The twins would make a huge mess. Spurned on the more Ron laughed. Ginny had to be hand fed her bottle and Ron his baby food. More food ended up on Percy then in his mouth.

The twins would be super energized in the afternoon and just go batshit crazy. If you’ve met a toddler you know what I mean but times 2.

What made everything worse was for the first few weeks of this the kids would start crying for Molly but she never came. Sometimes she would hold Ron and Ginny but sorta refused to look at the twins. She would also tell Percy what needs to be done. To tired to realize. He’s just a little kids. Way to young to care for a premie infant. A baby and two toddlers.

Molly would come down and make dinner. It made her feel like she actually did something. Arthur would come home and eat some times or just after the kids have eaten. If he came home that day. Half the time he was a no show. It was Percy’s favourite part of the day. Almost like things were normal. But after she would go right back to bed. Arthur would either go to his shed. Back to work. Or join her upstairs. “I’m trusting you to watch them for a hour or so Percy, your so mature it’s like your a adult!” Tho it was never just for a hour.

Percy never complained. Or cried or fussed. He just assumed that this was how it was. And on the rare occasions that he was thanked. It made him grateful. He also wanted to make life easier for his Mom.

After dinner was hard. He had to clean all four kids. Make sure they were bathed. Hair brushed. Teeth brushed. The scariest was Ginny cause she was just so small he was terrified. But he managed. The twins would make a huge mess while bathing. He would get the babies down first cause the twins would take the longest. The babies would sleep in his room in case they needed him in the middle of the night. He would also read to them while showing Ron the book. Helping to teach him to read. Once down. He would wrestle the twins into pjs. Every glass of water they needed. How many stories they asked for. They would finally go down at 10pm. Way later then they should be. He would then spend the next few hours fully cleaning up. Not because everything was messy but he developed ocd and anxiety. A mess left today was doubled tomorrow. He would also meal prep and deal with the animals. And handle the garden gnomes. Finally going to bed at 2am. Crying himself to sleep from stress. Only to wake several times to feed and change the babies.

This would go on for Months. Slightly getting better as time went on. By the time he went to Hogwarts she was taking care of the younger 4 again tho whenever he was home they would go to him. Till he kept trying to be perfect. She continuesly comparing her kids and rifts forming.

Years later once he was back with the family she still doesn’t acknowledge how much he did for her and the others. Even tho there are questions she can’t answer. Like milestone questions.

Even when George jokingly asked when he was potty trained and she didn’t know but Percy did

One day he will realize how cruel what happened was. And part of him will never forgive his parents

[cappsikle]

just a bunch of fools (in love) // george weasley

Request: omg !!! could you please do a continuation for “just a bunch of fools” where george asks reader to marry him 🥺🥺🥺 <3

read the first part here! 

Pairing: george weasley x reader

Summary: the world seems so dark and heavy, but george doesn’t want to do this with anyone but you

Warnings: nope! 

Word Count: 1.7k 

A/N: I’m soooo sorry that this took so long! I had major writer’s block I just hope you like it!

(I’m just gonna say it now, the ending is trash because I just wanted to get it out for you, I’m so sorry >_<)

Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Everyone at the Burrow was tense, all still dealing with the aftermath of the attack at the wedding. That was also the night Harry, Ron and Hermione left, along with Bill and Fluer who created a safe house for themselves and members of the Order. So, in the end, it was only you, the twins, ginny, Molly and Arthur who remained at the Burrow until it was time to move to a safer location. No one really spoke to each other, not being able to find the words. What exactly can you say that will make the situation better? The minister of magic was dead, and the ministry had been taken over. You were struggling to grasp anything that resembled hope, it managing to just slip through your fingers. 

Your heart was heavy, dread settling into the pit of your stomach as you sat on the couch in front of the fire. Everyone else had retired to bed, but you just couldn’t sleep, so instead you left George in his bed to sit down and think. Though in hindsight, thinking probably wasn’t the best thing you could do, as you did tend to overthink. What was going to happen next? Where would you go? Are Harry and the others ok? The deeper you went into your thoughts, the more unaware you became of your surroundings, which resulted in you practically jumping out of your skin when you felt a pair of hands over your shoulders.

“shit!” you jumped up from the couch, a hand over your chest as you tried to tame your rapidly racing heart, “George, you scared me!”

“Sorry, love. Didn’t mean to,” you nodded slowly and sat back down, George following and sitting next to you, “what are you doing up so late anyway?”

You shrugged your shoulders, bringing your knees up to your chest and placing your chin in the little divot between them. “just couldn't sleep, yakow... with everything going on.” George nodded his head in understanding, pursing his lips as he got lost in thought. He could see the toll the war had taken on you, effecting your ability to eat and sleep normally. He just wished he knew what to do or say that could make you feel better, but George too was struggling to see the light at the end of this very long and very dark tunnel.

“Would you like something to drink? A cup of tea, maybe?”

You smile sweetly at him and nodded gently, “that would be nice, thank you.” you leaned up and gently placed a kiss to his lips as he rose from his seat, making his way to the kitchen.

Putting the kettle to boil, George looked at you from his place at the kitchen, just taking the time to admire you and your features. From the way your hair fell into your eyes, soft from the light of the fire and the evident tiredness to the little dimple only present on your right cheek even from the smallest of movements from your tempting lips. If there was one thing George knew for sure, it was that in a time where the world was batshit crazy, you were the one that gave him hope for a better future, a future together. That's when he got the idea.

As if electrocuted from a spark, George raced off upstairs towards his room, although he was very careful not to make any noise that would wake his sleeping family. Practically overflowing with nerves and excitement, George ever-so-carefully pushed his door open, squeezing in and tiptoeing to avoid waking up Fred. He walked over to his bedside table and grabbed the little velvet box sitting in the drawer, turning it over in his hands. Was he really about to do this? Was he sure that this is something you’d want, to get engaged right in the middle of a war?  

“So, you’re finally going to do it?” George swore his heart literally jumped out of his chest at the sound of his twin’s tired and barely-awake voice, fumbling with the box as it almost fell out of his grasp. He turned around to face Fred sitting up on the bed, a tired and lazy smirk on his lips.

“Christ, mate! Warn a guy next time, will you?” Fred chuckled at his brother’s frightened state before his eyes trailed down towards what was in George’s hands.

“I said, are you finally going to do it?” George looked down as well, his lips twitching to a small smile at the sight.

“Yeah, I think I am,”

“Are you sure now of all times is the best idea?”

George looked up at his twin, his other half, as he mulled over his words whilst getting up to sit on the edge of the bed next to him. “Look, mate, I’m not sure what’s going to happen over the next few months, but I can’t bear the thought of going through this without the promise that we’ll be together. I love her, more than anything,” Fred looked at his brother, the one person he could count on no matter what, and the solemn look that took over his face. No matter what, he would support his brother’s decision and stand by him with anything, he only wanted to see his brother happy, and he knew that you were the person to make it happy.

Fred nudged George’s shoulder with his elbow, bringing him out of his thoughts. “Look, whatever you do, I support you, and everyone else will too”

George’s face lifted up a bit, grateful for his brother’s words. “I just hope I don’t get rejected,” he said in a joking manner, but there was a hint of seriousness in his voice. What if you do rejected him? Surely you wouldn’t, he hoped.

“I can say with a hundred percent certainty that you will not. You lot are perfect for each other.”

“Thanks, mate.” George smiled up his twin, feeling the energy return with a newfound excitement from his twin’s encouraging words.

“Don’t mention it. Now hurry up and go down there, you left the poor thing hangin’”

George jumped up from the bed, rushing to get downstairs back to you with the box held tightly in his hand. You smiled when you saw George’s lanky figure come back down the steps, dressed in his plaid pajama pants and a plain t-shirt. Noticing George practically bouncing on the spot, you get up from your position on the couch and walk over to him, curious. “What’s got you jumping about the place? You’re basically vibrating,” you chuckled up at him, but your smile fell as you noticed nerves pinching his face, “y’lright, love?”

Just when George thought he couldn’t possibly fall any more in love with you, he was proven wrong upon seeing your concerned face for something as miniscule as feeling nervous. “Y-yeah, ‘m alright,” George looked down at his feet sheepishly, thankful you hadn’t noticed that he was very visibly hiding something behind his back. “Why don’t you come outside with me?”

“Outside? What for?” George raised his head as a sly smirk snaked its way across his lips.

“C’mon, I’ll make it worth your while.” with that, George grabbed your hand and took you through the back door, the light from the inside spilling out to the chilly air.

“George, what’s going on?” you ask curiously, a tint of worry in your voice. You cross your arms over your chest in a futile attempt at warding off the breeze, goosebumps rising on your exposed skin. The cold seemed to have melted away, however, when George grabbed one of your hands from your chest and sunk himself down onto one knee, his other hand still behind his back.

He knew in the grand scheme of things, now was probably a rubbish time to do something like this, but he wanted to have that security that you’d still be his after everything is over. You were confused, what was he doing? He couldn’t be doing... that... right? 

“(Y/N) …” George started, already feeling his start emotions catch up to him. “You are... the best thing that could ever have happened to me. I never thought that in a million years I could have found someone to be like you. Someone so kind, so passionate and so loving, someone willing to do anything and everything to protect those you love without a second thought...”  

George stopped his little speech to gather his thoughts and keep himself from crying. All the while you’re standing there in complete shock. How long had he been planning to do this? You knew what you wanted to say, heck you probably would’ve even said it two years ago. You knew George was who you wanted to spend the rest of your life with, and you would be lying if you hadn’t had dreamt this exact scenario multiple times.  

“I remember when we first met at Kings Cross in our third year, where I ran into you and knocked you off of your feet and said some stupid pick-up-line as a failed attempt of an apology... and the rest is history. I know now isn’t the most ideal time to be doing something like this, being in the middle of a war and all, but maybe it’s because of it that now is a perfect time...” George trailed off with a chuckle, gripping your hand tighter. 

Your hand shook in his as he brought the small box out from behind his back, opening it up to reveal a simple gold band with a small diamond in the middle, but you barely spared it a glance. You were entranced by George’s eyes, filled with so much love and emotion. You couldn’t believe this was happening right now. George was actually asking you to marry him. With tears in his eyes and his voice caught in his throat, he asked the final question.

“Will you, my best friend, my soulmate, do me the absolute honor of marrying me?”

You nodded your head excessively, tears shamelessly spilling from your eyes and trailing down your cheeks. You could barely speak, your words stuck in your throat as you choked up. So instead you flung your arms around his neck, bringing your lips close to his ear and spoke the next words with as much love adoration as you could.

“Yes.”

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yikes so that ending was very trash but it’s ok because our baby isn’t. Anyways I hope you guys enjoyed that!! Once I got passed the writers block it was enjoyable to write! 

As always my requests are open so please don’t be shy!

Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated!!

- Mills <3

[dignityneeded]

Bar Nights

summary: tom reflects on will being the only one with the ability to somewhat hold his liquor. 

word count: 1.3k (wow i forgot i could write that much)

warnings: tom

     Beer bottles clinked in the bartender’s hands as he set them down in front of the group of men at the bar. It felt like the first night in centuries that all five men could just get together and let loose. Every week, one or two of them had to bail. One week, it was a family emergency, some chick from ten years ago hooked one of the guys up with concert tickets another. Saying they missed each other would be an understatement, and their behavior at the bar told the entire story too well.

     Ben, true to his personality, was hooting and hollering already, grabbing the attention of the five women that sat a couple tables away. Any normal, sober guy would be tripping over their feet trying to get one of them home---too bad he was too tipsy to notice any of them. Frankie had a tipsy arm slung around Pope's shoulder as he told another nonsense story about one of his ex-girlfriends. Obviously, he wasn’t too worried about his audience, as the only two people in his vicinity danced in between drunken, dry answers and sips of beer.  Tom was tapping at the empty beer in front of him, silently waiting for a text back from Tess about her performance. Since Molly kicked him out of their lives completely, Tom had been trying to get better. Less drinking, more father-ing, but that didn’t stop him from having a beer or two while watching his friends bounce off of the walls. Will was pretty much sober. Most nights, he was running damage control on his rowdy brother, picking up chairs and tables that he had knocked over on the way to the bathroom. Tonight had been no different. Only, this time, he’d been stopping periodically to take sips of the beer he brought with him.

“Looks like a wild ride,” a small, but secure voice spoke from the space behind the bar.

     Tom’s head lifted from his phone so he could see the bartender, whose eyes had left the man in front of him, and followed Ben all the way to the cheap karaoke machine that the bar had gotten a few weeks back. A small grunt left Tom’s mouth, the closest thing to a laugh that someone outside of his friend group had been able to give him in months. 

“They’re something,” Tom sighed before taking a swig of the new beer he had just been handed, “but they’re family, you know?”

     The seemingly simple understanding between the two men paved the way to a lengthy conversation about what was going on in their lives at the moment. During which, Will came back to place down his newly-empty bottle of beer, and Santiago and Frankie left to go talk to the only girls left at the bar. It hadn’t been long at all since they had begun speaking, but it was sometime in between Benny’s third song and his dazzling duet with Frankie that their venue of the night became deserted. 

“I get it,” the bartender replied to some boring ass joke that Tom had picked up from one of the guys in his unit. “You guys army or marines?”

     Tom froze slightly at his sudden read of them, but the alcohol in his system wouldn’t let him stay tense for more than a few seconds. A nervous breath left his lips before he asked, “How did you read us that fast?”

“I had my hunch the minute you guys walked in, if we’re being honest,” the bartender said as he began to wipe down the bar, “Soldiers are always easy to spot, especially groups of them. But your friend singing karaoke back there? He’s swinging his dog tags over his head like a lasso.”

     Tom looked over his shoulder, and couldn’t help but crack a half-smile at the scene behind him. Ben had his dancing feet on some empty table with his tags in one hand and the scraps of his shirt in the other. Somehow, he had found Tom looking at him, and Ben gave him the biggest, most sincere smile a person could give with the same amount of alcohol in their system as he did. 

“Wooooooohooo! Come on, Redfly!” Ben hollered from across the small bar. “You’re missing all the fun!”

“There is no fun! Not while you’re up there!” Will’s voice followed his brother’s, and Tom’s eyes soon found him standing underneath the table his brother was on, arms outstretched, and a weary look on his face. Tom chuckled at Will’s attempt to prevent him from breaking any of the bones in his body. The bond between those two was strong, but Benny was like a wild bull: wild and controlled by no one. 

     Pope and Frankie came stumbling into the chairs that they were sitting in before they got up. Pope was sitting on the fence that separated tipsy and intoxicated, while Fish probably had just as much to drink as Ben did. It was times like these that Tom appreciated Will and Santiago’s natures, and their high tolerance for alcohol. Will had Ben in some sort of a headlock, and dragged him over towards their friends. 

“Ya’ think that fish wanna keep us in little bowls with castles in ‘em?” Benny asked no one in particular, his smooth accent refusing to be overshadowed by the drunken slur of his words. 

“Only as much as dogs wanna put us on a leash,” Frankie shot back at Ben. His arms were lazily slapping at Santiago in between some of his words: a demonstration of his pseudo-violent method of trying to get him to move from the only spot in between Catfish and his half-empty beer. If Santiago had one more sip of whatever he was drinking at the start of their night out, then maybe he would have given into the only man in the room that was shorter than him.

     It took some effort and time to subdue the drunken Frankie, but once he did, he spoke, “The two of you geniuses gotta stay away from each other for the rest of night.”

“Yeah,” Will wasted no time adding, “We don’t need bright ideas from your shared brain cell anytime soon. We’ll let you know if we do.”

“Only if you pinky promise that we’ll be the first people you tell.” Frankie spoke once again. 

“Or else,” Benny added quickly. The two men shoving their pinkies toward the two men trying to separate them. After sharing a look that only a semi-sober man could understand, they begrudgingly honored the pinky promise.  

     The entire exchange between the four other guys in the group made Tom chuckle a bit as he collected the proper shares from each guy. He himself was in no way sober, but watching the two guys get drunk off their asses and make pinky promises made him feel like they were back at the base again. Just them against the world. 

     As he struggled to help Will with Benny’s jacket, he realized that he had been wrong during his recent years living as a civilian. For the longest time, Tom Davis truly believed that he was broken, and that the only thing that could possibly fix him was a gun in his hands. That had never been the truth. Sure, the towering veteran had more than his fair share of issues, and was an asshole to almost everyone he had come into contact with, but it was nights like these that reminded him that he was not a completely broken-down, batshit crazy human being. He was just a guy who was missing a couple of pieces after coming home from war.

[beesmygod]

this is what riverdale is about (part 2)

part 1

CHARACTERS: (images taken from the riverdale wiki)

archie andrews: america’s good/bad boy depending on what the script calls for that week. has the least personality of anyone in the cast and acts as a piece of beef they bounce around from scene to scene, punching what needs to be punched. archie’s father is fred andrews (rip luke perry) who runs a construction company. his mother is mary andrews (molly ringwald) (!?) who lives in chicago and only visits when the show can afford to have her on. archie likes football, making music and committing violent crimes for “good” reasons.

betty cooper: the sweet girl next door who loves wearing sweaters and investigating crimes. had a crush on archie for about 30 seconds in season 1 and then hopped jughead’s dick and never looked back. worries about a “darkness” inside of her at least 3 times a season. you can tell when she is overcome by said darkness when she puts on a wig that makes her look like uma thurman in pulp fiction. her home life fucking sucks; her mother is narcissist alice cooper (no, not that one) and her father is hal cooper who has his own major problems going on. her sister is polly cooper who is dumber than a sack of rocks and can’t do anything right.

veronica lodge: the rich daughter of a “legitimate businessman”, veronica is the on-again-off-again girlfriend of archie andrews. she enjoys pissing her dad off and committing schemes for mostly good-hearted reasons. the show goes through great lengths to make sure you know she’s latina by having her family, hermoine lodge and hiram lodge (mark consuelos) call her “mija” at least 800 times an episode. she is not, blessedly, the stereotypical rich bitch. she has some semblance of a personality even if that personality is dull as dirt after season 1.

jughead jones: the hat wearing, monologuing, “weird” kid that the writers forgot likes to snack until season 3. jughead was a true crime writer in season 1 writing about the dark secrets of riverdale and then the writing team ditched this entirely to make jughead the head of a weirdly benevolent local gang called “the serpents” that his father, f.p. jones, led up to and including his career change to sheriff in season 3. jughead’s mom, gladys jones, and his sister, jellybean jones, don’t appear until season 3, as they live in toledo doing crimes. he is dating betty cooper, presumably because they both like investigating mysteries. they have nothing else in common.....or do they.....?

cheryl blossom: without a doubt, the greatest character on the show, and possibly in all of tv history. she is an enormous asshole for literally no reason and a chaos spirit who seemingly derives all of her power from causing problems and doing evil deeds. despite this, she frequently backs up the main crew on their various adventures, possibly out of boredom or just to see how she can make it messier. considers herself the head bitch in charge in riverdale and is the heir to the maple syrup empire her family built the town on. her brother is jason blossom, whose murder is the center of season 1. her father is clifford blossom, her mother is fellow wild-ass bitch penelope blossom, and she also lives with her grandma rose blossom. like all rich people, they are all batshit crazy.

toni topaz: girlfriend of cheryl blossom and member of the serpents, toni is much less chaos driven than cherly but still enjoys getting involved in various schemes and activities. had sex with jughead once and realized that men were gross and she preferred women, which is the most realistic thing this show has ever done. she likes photography and bar tends as a teen (?) at a biker bar called “the white wyrm”. she is the granddaughter of one of the founders of the serpents, a member of a local native tribe whose family was slaughtered when the town was established in 1941. the timeline of this show is a little wild.

josie mccoy: josie of “josie and the pussycats” fame! she likes singing and literally nothing else. she gives the show writers an excuse to write songs into the show diegetically. her mother is mayor mccoy and up until like 3 weeks ago, her father was sir-not-appearing-in-this-show. she has left the show recently but will appear in the sequel series “katy keene”. 

kevin keller: the local gay. likes to put on stage shows so we can experience the worst episodes of every season. apparently exists so that discrimination can happen on screen before cheryl’s coming out. his father is sheriff keller. sometimes, the show tries to make his hangups about his dating life the center of an episode and tries to make the horrific murders the backseat issue. despite this, we love kevin.

NEXT: SEASON 1

[mizjoely]

Fandom Things That Drive Me Batty - For Real

OK, you (meaning at least six of you lol) asked for it. Here is the rundown of things that drive me batty within our fandom, ranging from the petty to the - well, they’re technically all petty, and I admit that. Below the cut because if you don’t want to know - please don’t read. Because there are some very common things in there that I know other people like. This is entirely my own personal opinion on things. You have been warned. Also they are in no particular order and I try to explain why they drive me nuts instead of just listing things.

IMPORTANT: I am also guilty of some of these things in my own writing and posts and I know it. Doesn’t mean it doesn’t still drive me batty.

It’s also important as you read these to mentally add “Unless it’s written really well” to the end of each item. Because there are always exceptions to every rule, including every whining word you read below.

Sherlock giving Molly an anatomically correct heart necklace - some things i can read over and over again, this one just makes me roll my eyes now and feels like too much of a fandom cliche. (And I freely admit, it’s something Molly would probably love but completely squicks me out.)

Sherlock being an ass to Molly after the ILY - unless it's really really well written, it makes me crazy. I don’t doubt that he’ll continue to be himself but I think the idea at the end of TFP was that he has grown and learned and changed enough that him backsliding enough to start manipulating Molly again is extremely out of character.

Molly leaving Sherlock (after TFP or even before that). I don’t see that happening at all. She really doesn’t seem like the type to run from her problems.

Molly being suicidal, especially over Sherlock. That is kind of a long-standing NOPE for me, even before S3. She seems way too strong for that sort of reaction to anything short of a terminal illness diagnosis (or if it’s the only way to save someone else’s life).

Molly being the victim of domestic abuse, from Tom or anyone else, and needing Sherlock to rescue her.

Mary’s voiceover at the end of TFP. I loathe that more than I can express, because it doesn’t sound like HER - it sounds like Mofftiss putting their own excuses into her mouth. (I also hate the term “my Baker Street boys” now because of that, sorry folks.)

People STILL bitching about how much they hated S4 (with the exception of people who are mad that Mary died - that I'm totally on board with that). I personally loved it - including the very James Bondian feel that I got from TFP. They have always lived in an extreme reality, as someone pointed out in a post at the beginning of the year, and when you live in an extreme reality, you have to have extreme villains.

Sherlock needing to call his post-Moriarty villains “the worst” (I’m looking at you, Magnussen and Smith). It’s a contradiction on my part, yes - I accept the extreme universe(TM) but at the same time I hate that sort of hyperbole. But I HC that it’s Sherlock sort of subconsciously hyping things up for John (especially in TLD) and so I just roll my eyes.

People griping about Moriarty being overused and that he should have just stayed dead. I would have squealed with joy if it turned out he was actually alive because he’s still my favorite Holmes villain (with Eurus a very close second). He’s like The Master - I don’t even need to know HOW he survived, I’m happy to accept that he did, be it via sci fi or supernatural means, or if he just managed to fake his own death.

Molly and Irene being friends. I really don’t think these two women would get along with each other because to me, they are way too different from each other. I love Irene; I am equally happy reading fics where she’s a nemesis and when she’s written as an ally and I totally believe she and Sherlock had sex after Kurachi and definitely had a huge amount of chemistry. But I think Molly would be insecure about her and jealous (BUT I also enjoy fics where she’s neither of those things) and I think she also would be more than a bit critical of her life choices and amorality (hey, just because she’s ok with that aspect of Sherlock doesn’t mean she would be with anyone else, we all have our weakspots and exceptions to rules).

Moriarty being completely influenced/used by Eurus, and thus not responsible for his own actions (up to and including his suicide). To me, he and Eurus had an immediate connection and understanding of one another and mutually made use of one another. It feels lazy (and this goes for the show writers as well if that was truly their intent) to just write Moriarty off as Eurus’ pawn. That man was batshit crazy before he met her, and I’m betting he had a death wish before he met her as well. After all, he was already obsessing over Sherlock before that Christmas visit.

Woobifying Eurus - that woman is never going to be normal because she was BORN that way. If she had no empathy at the age of five and still has no empath in her 30s, she’s not going to gain it suddenly juts because Sherlock hugs her and promises to bring her back to land. She will connect with him but if she ever gets free - look out world. I also personally think that she would go after Molly if she ever DID get out because look what she did to Victor and John, the two people outside their family that were closest to him. Just because she didn’t really plan to blow up Molly’s flat (and we only have her word for that), doesn’t mean she has a soft spot for her.

Molly being written as if she's still S1-2 Molly even after S3 & 4 - come on people, get a grip. We know she’s not a pushover; we know she can see Sherlock very clearly and we know she isn’t willing to take his shit. I know some folks will try to say she’s “reverted” because of thing that happened in S4 - but in my HC she brought him the ambulance as requested because it was for a case, and was only nervous when John answered the door because she wasn’t expecting to see him there. She certainly wasn’t a wilting lily when they meet up with John again!

Sherlock crying at the drop of a hat - in my mind, he's the "therapeutic one time crier" type, not the "endlessly weeping and beating his chest in anguish" type. (Unless it’s written really well, of course.)

Sherlock and Molly having cutesy pie nicknames for each other. Just not my thing, sorry. (It’s not a make-or-break thing for me reading a fic, just not my thing, as I said.)

Vilifying mummy and daddy Holmes for what happened to Eurus. I feel VERY strongly that they are not to blame in this except for perhaps being overly swayed by Uncle Rudy (he’s the REAL villain, in my mind but that’s a different post). Just as Mycroft was overly swayed by his uncle (if not freaking brainwashed since he was a teen when this all happened) I firmly HC that the Holmeses were scarred by how little therapy helped for Eurus and so worried about something like that happening to Sherlock that they let him rewrite his memories for his own protection. And by the time they realized it was the wrong thing to do - well, it was too late. And they had Mycroft assuring them that it was the RIGHT thing to do.

Woobifying Mycroft. The man is devious and cold-blooded in spite of the thawing we see in S4 (and that I hope to continue to see should S5 ever happen). Yes, he loves his baby brother but I really don’t see him and John ever becoming best buds or him and Mrs. Hudson sitting down for tea or treating Molly with anything but cool distance (and maybe some small level of affection if she and Sherlock ever did get together romantically). I used to feel that his barfing in TFP was OOC but then I realized he’s like Moriarty - doesn’t like to get his hands dirty, doesn’t like legwork - and especially doesn’t like the idea of personally being involved in wetwork. All he ever had to do in the past was make a phone call or send an email and poof! Elite assassins went out and did the dirty work for him. I also think he has been a HUGE enabler of Sherlock’s drug habit by being so damned overprotective of him. Yes, in the context of TFP that makes more sense, but when I saw that flashback during TAB of him and Sherlock and him keeping that notebook - all I could think was that of COURSE Sherlock will keep doing dangerous things (not just drugs) if he knows that Big Brother will ALWAYS save his bacon. So I prefer to read him that way - as a complex, flawed human being who’s made mistakes and will continue to do so, but to whom sentiment will always be something he actively disdains.

Continuing to villify John for his behavior in TLD after Sherlock forgave him. If we’re willing to let bygones be bygones with Mary because Sherlock forgave her, we should do the same with John. Criticise him, make him face consequences in fics, yes; making him an utterly irredeemable character for his awful mistakes, no. (No, John, it’s never ‘just texting’ and you know it no matter how much you made your mental Mary say it was OK; and no, John, it is NOT okay to beat your best friend almost to death just because you were feeling guilty AF about your wife’s death.)

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I think that it should be made obvious that relationship between Sherlock and John is the most important thing within the show, whether romantic or platonic. Their relationship, over anything else. Not the crime, not the intelligence, not your housekeeper, and above all, not about John’s PTSD and not about Sherlock’s bitterness and sociopathic tendencies. In fact, it’s quite the opposite of the latter. It’s about them growing together and fixing each other. It’s about those details being a past thing because they fixed each other. Season One, it’s about them meeting and living and adjusting together. Discovering each other’s quirks and being awed, then annoyed, then caught off guard, then surprised with each other and with their own loyalty for the other. Season ending with them realizing that they were willing to choose their own death and die together, even willing to die for one another. That’s a hard thing to do if you simply tolerate each other or are simply flatmates and/or colleagues. If a similar situation happened like in TGG with you and your roommate/flatmate, you would more than likely hesitate about your actions. After all, it comes down to basic survival. Would you throw out your life for another, just for an acquaintance, at the drop of a hat? But if this person was the reason you were okay, you were you, were alive, even, how could you hesitate? They keep you together, the glue to your shattered pieces of your life. Season Two. The entire season is about becoming comfortable with their realizations and each other, and their trust being shaken and honed. Becoming family, but recognized as friends. What they believe in fails them, but they still hold on out of sheer loyalty, every instinct telling them otherwise. Whether it be their mind, their body, or each other. Ending in a loyalty so fierce, even when trust and hope wavers, that Sherlock faces Moriarty yet again, and fakes his own death, having to stay strong and persevere, having to watch John fall figuratively at Sherlock’s literal, for two years enduring torture and loneliness just to keep John safe. John having to suffer tragic loss, still remaining loyal to Sherlock no matter the facts against him, refusing to believe Sherlock is a fraud, trying so hard to believe that he is alive. Season Three. The main points being forgiveness, realization, lost chances, and as always, trust. When John discovers Sherlock is alive, he is… Broken. He feels betrayed and lied to, hurt beyond measure. He’s happy he is alive, obviously, but it all measures down to the pain he feels. Both Sherlock and John have a substitute for each other that season. Neither truly works. Sherlock’s is Molly, John’s is Mary. Sherlock tries to use Molly as an adjuster into life as it was, but now, with less of John. John tries to use Mary as someone to fix him like Sherlock did. When forgiveness is ensued, the substitutes are no longer needed, at least not as they were previously. At John’s wedding, the episode does not focus on, nor does it even show, John and Mary’s vows. Instead, it focuses on Sherlock and his speech, and form of vow, to John. This is John’s WEDDING, and it focuses on their relationship, yet again. Namely, their, love for each other. And they do. Love each other. Friends or more, there is no denying they love each other. Then Sherlock is shot by John’s wife. Here comes Molly helping again, helping him survive. As he delves deeper, it becomes surviving because and for John. And when John found out who it was, he questioned everything. Even when he forgave her, he never truly did. That relationship was cursed the moment she shot that gun. There was no coming back from that, no matter how hard either tried. Then it came down to one thing yet again. Sherlock and John, a big bad, and their lives, though in a different manner this time. Not their body, but their minds. This ended in as you know, Sherlock killing Magnusson. Actually killing someone for someone. Giving in, to yet again, his own life at stake. Season Four. Key points being family, disillusionment, guilt, forgiveness, and trust. Mary dies, leaving John a widower and a single father, with disgust of himself shaking his very core, forcing the blame to be placed on someone. Anyone. The blame is placed on Sherlock. Of all people. The very person who fixed him. Mary manages to help save this relationship from beyond the grave. Both her video will, and John’s hallucinations. To fix them so they can save each other. Sherlock suddenly has a sister, discovered when John is shot, confirmed thanks to Mycroft. Eurus. Similar to the Holmes brothers, with a large helping of batshit crazy. The last episode is in large debate over whether or not it is John’s version of TAB, and that John was severely wounded by the gunshot and is actually bleeding out, hallucinating vividly, meaning everything from TFP actually happens in John’s head. Either way, the last episode is very important on Sherlock and John’s relationship. Putting them through stressful trial after trial, testing their wit and emotional boundaries, Mycroft included. Eventually dating back to why Sherlock is Sherlock, thanks to his sister during his childhood. Redbeard wasn’t real. At least not as a dog. His name was Victor. He was Sherlock’s best friend. Eerily similar to John. Murdered by Eurus. Making Sherlock rethink his entire existence, while having to keep his head in the game to keep John alive. Ending with them rebuilding their lives, living together again, and raising a child together. Aight I’m done with my early morning rant I need sleep peace bitches.

Edit: Okay so I made this very early in the morning while half asleep, so yes I’m missing key details. Add on if you please, I would love to hear other opinions and/or details and points on the topic!