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[acequeenking]

Hadestober #8

 Man With Feathers on His Feet - Hermes comes to Hades office with questions. Mr. Hades offers him a drink. (T; post-canon, Hades/Persephone and Hades & Hermes¹)

Mr. Hades watches Hermes; it is not often that his nephew comes into his office.  Mr. Hermes, by now, has surely heard the girl’s fate: gossip never seems to last long before it arrives on Mr. Hermes doorstep. Hades is not and has never quite been sure whether Hermes goes out of his way to find it, or if he’s just simply so fast he’s always running into the drama first hand. Either way, ain’t quite his business, and Mr. Hades doesn’t suffer from the terrible desire to know every little thing on earth the way most of his relatives do. Never was curious beyond his measure. Get burned that way. 

“Quiet here now,” Hermes says. What he means is: Hadestown’s quiet, the mills and the mines not going overtime. And that is true. He has not gone there to crack the whip. He cannot, not just as of yet. Even a dog as old as he needs time to lick his wounds.

Or run a victory lap, as the case may be. Suppose he’s won the day, ain’t he? Proved his case. Love ain’t enough, no matter how much he wants it to be.

“Always quiet, this time of year.” He shoots back; what he means is: my house is empty. What he also means: you yourself is the cause, always taking her away from me. Not his fault entirely but Mr. Hades keeps his grudges. “Missus does make her absence known.”

“Yeah, I know.” Hermes’ mouth shifts into a grin that once might have been cocksure; now, it’s too weathered for that. They’re all too weathered for that. “Sister makes herself known in all contexts.”

“That she does.” He smiles. Always liked that about his bride. Most girls played demure, but not his. Never his. First time she looked at him, he felt the ring of fire ‘round his throat and he had liked it. Knew right then and right there that he would marry her, whatever the gossip on Olympus.

Already misses her. His throat tightens. Funny how the icy absence of the woman hurt more than the scalding heat of her gaze.

“Drink?” He asks. Proper to be polite and Mr. Hades is always proper. Despite his grumpy reputation there’s rules to be obeyed, and he’s not unfamiliar with the requirements of playing host.

“Always been fond of a beer,” Hermes says.

“Whiskeys all I got.” Doesn’t keep the stocks so well-watered with poisons, so to speak, without his wife around to guzzle them down.

And he himself has never been one for soft liquors. Ain’t worth drinking if it doesn’t burn your throat.

“Please.” He nods at the desperation in his voice; Hermes has heard about the boy, then. He pours Hermes a double. Hermes nods appreciatively.

“Thanks, kindly.” Hades serves himself his own glass.

“To Persephone,” Hermes offers, which surprises Hades, but he’ll not contest it. An agreeable enough toast.

“To the queen.”

They clink their glasses together. Hermes swallows down his whiskey in one long gulp; Hades does the same. Neither of them says anything for a long, long moment.Both, he suspects, making the measure of the other. Hermes never does come for a social call to Mr. Hades.

“Rather thought you might offer the toast for Orpheus,” Hades says, finally breaking the silence.

Hermes shrugs. “Won’t help him, now.” Hermes says it flatly, without a hint of emotion. That feels off; Hermes has never been a stoic one.

“Thought you might be calling to…hmmm,” he pauses, studies Hermes. Hermes looks tired more than anything else. Certainly drained, and Hades cannot blame him there. He feels drained, too. Mr. Hades stares at his cards and opts to fold. He’s a big enough fellow that he doesn’t have to play the game when he doesn’t want to. “Renegotiate. For your boy.”

“Uncle,” Hermes says, quiet. Odd; he ain’t called Hades such often, though such is true. Their relationship has never quite been so close, and, frankly, ain’t a lot of people on earth Mr. Hades ain’t uncle to, given his brother’s proclivities to screw anything and everything that moves. Hermes goes quiet again, and Hades wordlessly refills his tumbler. Can afford to be generous can’t he, Mr. Hades who has his wife’s love, Mr. Hades who has his souls still toiling, Mr. Hades who has everything but proof that love and love alone is enough and therefore ought to feel a damn sight happier than he does?

“Thanks.” Hermes clears his throat. “As I was saying.”

“Yes.” He puts his boots up on the desk, pours himself a double. He should be happy, should be gloating his power. He ain’t.

“Only a fool attempts to renegotiate when the other party has all the power.” He cocks one eyebrow, looks Hades dead in the eye. “And I am a lot of things, Mr. Hades, but I sure as hell ain’t a fool.”

He laughs, despite his own melancholy. Hermes is many things indeed. And not a damn one of them is a fool.

“Boy broke the rules. He failed the trial. Wish it wasn’t so, but…” Hermes sighs. “Simple as that. Simple as that.”

“Yes.” Hades frowns into his glass. Wasn’t as if he wanted the boy to fail. Wasn’t as if he wasn’t hoping desperately for some – any – other result. Sure he knew the odds were long. Always has been a fan of the long-shot ponies, Mr. Hades. Paid off for him many a time, though gambling does tend to fall under his purview. “Why are you here, Hermes?”

“My job. Ferrying souls to where they need to go.” He puts down the glass on Mr. Hades table with a definitive bang, and Hades feels a chill come over him.

He raises his eyebrows. “I’m where I’m supposed to be, boy. Bigger forces than you dictated that.” Older forces than him. If he could undo it, he would have centuries ago.

“Yes and no.” Hermes folds his hands into his lap. He looks confident, like he’s gone through this before, though such is of course right impossible, impossible to the right highest order. Mr. Hades has a very good memory. And a very long one. And he would have recalled such before.

“What?” He thumps his own hand on the table, time to call a spade a spade. “Cut the bullshit.”

Hermes smirks slightly. “I’ve always liked that about you, uncle. Never stand much on ceremony, no matter how many times we’ve been through this.” The eerie feeling of a spider walking down his back bristles the back of Mr. Hades neck, and Mr. Hades, himself being a man who has refused to be intimidated upon many an occasion, even in in his incredibly long life, keeps his face perfectly still.

“You’re wondering, I know.” Hermes looks directly at him, eyes still tired, emotion still muted. “Why you think it feels familiar. Why when I say when we’ve been through this before, you feel like spiders go walking down your neck.”

Hades gives no indication of being frightened; however, he does reach for the phone at his desk, and he does most certainly reminds his fingers not to shake as he dials the one number he has memorized above all others.

“She’s fine, but by all means.” Hermes waives a hand. “Go ahead.”

He punches the numbers in hard, each one a punctuated silent statement. He doesn’t take his eyes off Hermes as he puts the reciever up to his year. It rings. Hermes blinks. It rings again. Click - someone’s picked up.

“Hello,” he says; prays its the daughter and not the mother. More likely than not his mother in law will hang up on him.

“Hey,” comes his wife’s voice: soft, concerned. “You…alright?”

Now that is off-tempo; normally ,Persephone would be full of fire if he dared to call for anything short of an emergency; ain’t his time, she’s too free up there and as such cannot  to be tied down with telephone wire when there’s fruit to grow and vines to climb, yadda yadda.

“I’m fine,” he says, though he is not. “You fine?“ 

"Told you, she is,” Hermes says, and Hades gives him a glare.

“Yeah, of course.” She snorts. “You sure you’re fine?” Hermes raises his eyebrows, as if to suggest see?

“Hermes is here.” He changes his topic. “Guess I just…wanted to make sure you made the trip safe. Himself is being a bit coy about such."  Now for many women, such would lead to questions like now why would he do that, but Persephone is way too smart to be distracted by the obvious question.

"Those kids–” She clears her throat. “I looked and I didn’t find them. Are they…?”

“Call you back,” he says, and hangs up.

Hermes raises his eyebrows. “You could have told her.”

“It’s a private conversation,” he snaps. “Now: what do you mean we’ve been through this before?”

Hermes spreads out his arms, and the feathers dangle underneath. “Been through this before. Lots of times. Fates keep playing with us.” He takes a deep sip of his whiskey, and Hades listens carefully on every word. “Every time, the story ends wrong, so…” He shrugs.

“Every time someone starts it again.” He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and tries to sense a time-loop. Doesn’t. But then, when have the fates ever made anything easy for him? Hermes doesn’t look distressed about the situation, and that alone tells him the key piece of information Hermes has left unsaid.

“You’re the one starting it,” he murmurs. “You are." 

Hermes nods. "A favor, from the fates. Not easy to sweet talk them but…” He smiles. “Always had a silver tongue, Mr. Hades.”

“Golden tongue,” he admits; such was never a talent of his. “But the Fates must certainly ask high prices, charmed or not.”

“Very.” He holds his arms out again, and Hades notices now how threadbare they are, the spaces between the feathers. “Running out of chances, I’m afraid. Not a lot of feathers left.”

“So you’re giving up?” He is not sure if he is upset at the thought or not. Mr. Hades has won: won the girl, won his wife, won the town and all the souls therein. Won everything but his own happiness.

“No.” Hermes stares at him, clearly expecting him to offer up something that he does not. He clears his empty tumbler, takes Hermes as well, sets them neatly back on the tray.

“What do you want, Hermes?” He raps his knuckle on the table. “Say it plain for an old man.”

“I want the girl.” Hermes raises an eyebrow. “Fates won’t mess with the souls that aren’t on the table, so to speak. Got to have capital to gamble. Her soul’s…well, you know.”

“Hm.” He snorts. “Only a fool, nephew, tries to negotiate without something to bargain with.” Hermes nods his head, says nothing. Mr. Hades calls the play. “So what are you offering me?”

“Rewind time, and you get her back again sooner. Close your eyes, and when you open them…” He snaps his fingers. “There she is, on the veranda, drinking your whiskey, playing your games. Skip the six months. And if things go right, well..maybe spare her the problem of the girl. Simpler, easier. That’s why you have to - have to forget. Her, too.”

“Hm.” It’s a better offer than he’d like it to be. He has many souls; he has only one wife. And her absence pulls like a yolk at his neck, and he would do just about anything to get rid of it. “Fine.”

He digs through the contracts on his desk; finds the girl’s. Holds it out.

“Splendid.” Hermes rises; always has places to go, the man with feathers on his feet. “I’ll be going then.”

“One thing.” Hermes turns back to face him, already half out the room. “Persephone and I, do we…do we ever make it? Any time?” He does not quite say what he is asking: do I ever wait? Is it always bad? Has there ever been a time when we were in love without such complications? If Orpheus fails every time, then so must Hades, as well?

“Only one way to find out,” Hermes says; he smiles, but Hades knows well enough that he’s dodged the question. 

Still. He lets him go. Part of being a king, to know when to let things go, and when to demand tribute. Today, he lets him go. Today, he is charitable.

He closes his eyes, waits for things to change. Won’t be that long, he knows.

And maybe things will work out this time.

Rashly, before time can start over, before Mr. Hades can allow himself to think too much about it, he redials the same number he’d dialed while Hermes was around. Risking her wrath, dialing twice, but he’s willing to play the game: she won’t remember this, anyway. 

"Yes?” His wife says. Her voice is curious; he’s lucky,he knows, that she picked up, and not her mother.

“Forgot to say I love ya.” He says, and he smiles. “Always did, you know.”

If the world has to end– or end for now – better fire than ice, he thinks, and lets the flames take him.

[bowandcurtsey]

I blessed your inbox with daddy wind.

Anyways I would like a request for modern Yuno hc

Plus plssssssss do more Yuno stuff bcz i can bearly find any on tumblr bcz i read them and i luv the ones you read!

Hello there simp bby!

I'm so sorry to getting to this so late, the laptop tumblr ate your request but I found it from the mobile version.

Thank you for blessing my inbox with Yuno and his abs haha, he is a fine young man isn't he? 17 years old and he's the captain of the golden dawn.

Alrighty, your wish is my command, we can have a Modern AU Yuno! And also I know you asked for a headcanon but.. I did a short fic / scenario instead! It just popped into my head!!

TW: slight angst, swearing.

Modern AU! Yuno Grinberryall x f! reader

You couldn't help but take a peek from time to time at his handsome features. His golden eyes, pale complexion and ruffled raven hair. Your uniform was boring but this boy made it look good as hell.

"y/n!" your teacher called out, "answer this question."

Fuck.

A paper was pushed towards you, his long slender fingers tapped on the question your teacher was asking about. You read out his answer.

"Good. So you are paying attention." you teacher nodded happily at you.

"Thanks for earlier, Yuno." You turned to your classmate, aka your crush.

He simple hummed and left for his next class.

Damn, this guy was so full of himself, why do I like him so much?

-----

You were walking home, the ear pods playing some cheesy romantic music that made you think about your handsome classmate and crush. You were smiling from ear to ear unconscientiously, not knowing there was someone following you from behind.

All of a sudden, you were pulled into an alley and flung onto the ground.

"Ouch! Who are you!" fear surged in your body and you started to tremble, seeing 2 menacing and unfamiliar face in front of you.

"Hello pretty girl, give us all your money and valuables~" one of the man spoke.

"Robbery in broad daylight?!" you scoffed, "aren't you afraid that I'll shout for help?"

"Try it," a knife was waved in front of your face, "I'll just cut this pretty face of yours~"

You gulped. You hands reached into your bag and you took your wallet out and handed them your cash.

"50 bucks? that's all you have?" the robber raised a brow at you.

"T-that's all I have..."

"Maybe we should sell you to the brothel and earn more from you~" the other robber placed his hands on your chin, lifting your face up to face him.

"P-please, let me go.." you started to whimper.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" a voice called out.

You couldn't believe your eyes, was he an angel that god sent to you? Is Yuno an angel? He sure as hell looked like one right now.

"mind your business you punk." the robber snarled.

"I've called the police and I have evidence of what you have done," he waved his phone to them.

"Give me that phone." he lunged forward at Yuno.

"Watch out!!" you shouted. But in the blink of an eye, Yuno beat up the two robbers and the scrambled away as quickly as they could.

He extended his hand to you, helping you get up. "Are you alright y/n?" he checked you for any visible wounds.

"I-I'm okay." you were still in shock from the ordeal.

"I'll walk you home."

he held your hand all the way back home. You heart was stuck in your throat the entire time and you could barely make out words because you were so nervous and bursting with happiness.

Although Yuno didn't say much during the whole time, he simply muttered a "be careful" and he left without a word, like the cool guy he always was.

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In a week's time, it was time for the annual High School Ball. Almost the entire school was attending and you were hoping to be able to go with Yuno.

You didn't have a class with Yuno today but you couldn't wait to ask him if he wanted to go together. Before the next class started, you decided to look for him.

"Go to the ball with me, Yuno!!" You quickly hid behind a pillar as you heard another girl confess and invite Yuno to the ball.

"I don't really..." Yuno was saying but then, the girl whispered something into his ear.

"okay, fine," Yuno replied, "see you."

You felt like your legs weighed a ton as you stood rooted to the ground. You wanted to cry but no tears came about, you felt like laughing instead. You felt like an absolute joke.

——-

Yuno was dressed smartly at the ball, he wore a white mandarin collar shirt and his hair was gelled backwards.

He scanned the area and there he saw you. Wearing a navy off shoulder dress. You were looking absolutely gorgeous.

But you were here with… a guy? Who’s that?

You held Harold by the arm, already bored by the party. You wouldn’t have come if Yuno wasn’t here. He looked so dashing. It was the first time you saw his hair gelled and it was something different from his usual ruffled hair. He was hot.

He was with indeed with that girl that asked him out the other day. She was dressed beautifully as well. Your heart was so bitter, you just wanted to leave then and there.

You felt like a fool for thinking there was something special going on between the both of you. How he always help you when you were in need. How he held your hand when he sent you home the other day. You thought that there was something more, but maybe you were just wrong.

“Who was that guy by y/n’s side?” Yuno wondered aloud. Did you already have a boyfriend? Was the feelings he felt for you only one sided?

“Never seen him in school before though, he’s probably someone outside that y/n invited.” Rebecca, the girl that dragged Yuno to this ball, was looking at your direction too.

Yuno felt his heart sink. He wouldn’t have come if Rebecca didn’t say that you’ll be here.

He watched as the guy slowly pulled you out of the hall. Were you leaving? Are you going somewhere with him? Were you perhaps going to take things further?

Yuno ran out after you and the stranger.

You were… crying?

——-

As you were about to head into the cab Harold, a voice called out to you.

“Y/n!” It was Yuno. He rushed to you and pushed Harold to the ground. He held your arm, “are you okay??”

“Y-yes..” you stared at the scene before you, wide eyed, “what are you doing?”

“Is he trying to force you to do something?” He glared at Harold.

“Whoa whoa, hold up dude,” Harold let out a scoff, “you both need to talk.”

Harold picked himself up and swept down his clothes, “y/n, he obviously cares about you.” He rolled his eyes and walked away, leaving you you two alone.

“Yuno, he’s my cousin Harold.” You explained after you two found a place to sit.

For the first time, Yuno felt he lost his cool composure. His cheeks were heating up in the cold night wind.

“Oh.” He croaked, before another realisation hit him, “then why are you crying?”

“…” it was your turn to blush, “I thought you were here with someone else?”

“Err.. Rebecca is my step sister” he scratched his head and took a deep breath, “there’s nothing between us.”

“Oh..” you suddenly fell silent, embarrassed that you were actually crying about Yuno being with her step sister.

“The only reason I’m here with her,” he tried to explain after seeing you fall silent, “is because she said you’ll be here.”

“Huh?” You looked at him, unable to grasp what he just said.

“Yeah. Because I kinda.. like you.” He looked down at his feet.

“Kinda?” You peeked at him, trying to suppress a smile with your pursed lips. You heart felt lighter now after you heard his confession. He looked so cute like that.

“No I mean.. alot!” He exclaimed, not wanting to make you think of the wrong idea. And he blushed immediately after he saw you smiling.

“I.. like you too” you said softly, “I only went to the party because I heard Rebecca inviting you to the ball. I wanted to invite you actually.”

“You did?”

“Y-yeah.. but it seems I misunderstood” you laughed, “god i feel so lame”

He smiled, looking at you laugh, “No. You’re cute.”

As you both sat in silence awhile, Yuno turned to you, his golden orbs like honey, he looked so handsome tonight, “will you be my girlfriend y/n?”

“Yes.”

-end-

Ahh. This was a little long! Hehe hope you guys enjoyed it!

[factionzero]

Wanted to share this scene from the Brainiac 5 x Superman fic I'm writing, that you can read here. I apologise in advance that Tumblr Mobile won't let me make read mores, forgive me ♡♡♡♡

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'And you're sure this is legal?' Clark asked as Jimmy showed off the listening device strapped to his chest, a large dish satellite in his hand.

'I mean, yes. Only in a few states but Metropolis is one of them! And Gotham so what does that tell you.' He chuckled darkly as he patted the box.

'I don't know. I don't want my name associated with a lawsuit.' Louis muttered over her mug of coffee.

'Mr Kent?' The floor' receptionist Donna asked, poking her head from her office.

'The reception is calling for you? Said your roommate wants to see you.' She said and Clark perked up instantly.

'Brainy?' He stood up too quickly, knocking over a mug of pencils and pens as he scooted around Jimmy and his contraption.

'Be right back.' He said over his shoulder as he rushed off. Not seeing the curious air in the room full of reporters.

'Roommate? I didn't know he had a roommate?' Jimmy asked with a sulk. 

'I did~.' Louis bragged with a shimmy of her shoulders.

The rest of his colleagues joined in and soon they'd migrated to the outside hallway and its glass walls looking down at the reception below them.

'Wait, the blond?' Jimmy asked and Louis nodded, Jimmy gave a low whistle.

'Yep, his name's Querl but Clark has this cute nickname for him, apparently they've known each other for years but he recently moved here…. Right into Clark' apartment.' She said with just enough hint that her hungry coworkers immediately wanted more.

'No way, Clark?'

'I knew it. I knew it.' 

'I'm more surprised he's in a relationship.'

'I thought he had a thing for louis.'

'Quiet quiet!' Jimmy shushed, turning the machine on as Clark ran from the stairs entrance.

The machine beeped and scritched till he got it right and just in time too.

'Brainy! Is everything okay?' Clark asked worriedly, coming up and for a moment looking like he was going to hug the smaller man.

'You forgot your lunch. I hope I'm not being a bother.' He said nervously, holding up the bag the group recognised as where Clark usually kept his food.

'You're a lifesaver, I thought I'd have to order in.' He sighed in relief, taking the bag and noticing something as he opened it.

'Oh? There's extra?' He asked and his roommate rubbed the back of his neck nervously. 

'I passed by that bakery you liked, so I thought- you hardly eat enough as it is.' He huffed and the group wondered if Brainy was blind because Clark Kent ate more than the office combined.

'Thank you. I uh, I really appreciate it.' Clark said in a dreamy way as he smiled at Brainy like a ray of sunshine.

'Yes, well. I should let you go back to work.' Brainy rushed out, suddenly unsure what to do with his hands.

'Hey, uhm. When I finish, how about we go out? We could go for a fly by?' He said. 

'He told me he didn't like the Superman slang.' Jimmy huffed. 

'Shhh.' Louis shushed aggressively.

'I'd love to! I mean I- Yes. That would be nice and… I'll see you tonight, Clark.' He said and the way he said Clark was all the evidence the group needed as they hummed and  nodded at each other.

'I should let you go-...... Clark, are those your colleagues?' He said, pointing at the window and Clark spun in place as they scrambled away with screeches, feeling like teenagers getting caught peeking as they rushed back to their desks full of giggles.

A few moments later, Clark Kent burst into the office, red faced and scowling at them all before focusing on Jimmy.

'I am so mad right now, you know what? I'm not speaking to you.' He said, and really that was the harshest thing any of them had ever heard Clark say.

'Sorry, sorry. We were curious.' Jimmy begged, hands clasped in prayer.

'Yeah, how come you didn't tell us you had a boyfriend?'

'Yeah, we got the gay flag up and everything, this is a safe space.'

'Mark from accounting is gay.'

'Hes adopting!'

Clark went even redder, his ears burning as he looked around.

'Brainy and I are just friends!' He exclaimed to shocked silence.

Louis stood up, ushering Clark to his seat.

'Alright, office gossip hours are over, anymore and I'll be sending you to HR.' She joked. 

'But- Louis, why do they think we're dating? Is it because he brought me food?' He asked cluelessly and Louis sat him down and patted his shoulders.

'Oh you sweet labrador retriever of a man.' She said through chuckles. 

He pouted at that. Putting the bag under his desk and returning to work.

As she passed she bent down to Jimmy who looked worriedly at Clark's back.

'Don't worry too much. Just don't bring that thing out on your next job.' She advised and Jimmy gave a hearty nod, kicking the machine to the back of his desk.

Clark looked over the word document blankly. His face was still hot as he pouted. He should have known they'd tease him, he was usually good for jokes but something about what they'd implied had him spinning in his skull.

They were not dating but- should they be? They were having sex fairly regulalry and they were fighting crime together… 

He guessed he could see why people would think they were seeing each other in a romantic sense but they'd never even kissed.

Not for a lack of wanting too. He gave a sigh as he thought of just last night. Brainy had been so close, practically begging to be kissed but he didn't, too scared of being rejected.

Maybe he should ask? Clear the air a little but the thought of Brainy saying it was just sex or that he didnt like Clark like that? It made him sad and a little angry.

He'd gotten far too used to Brainy's constant companionship. Brainy knew both sides of him and liked him for both. 

Clark didn't want to lose that. He'd try to ask a little tonight, just some leading questions, nothing serious. 

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[amispnrewatch]

SPN 1x06 “Skin”

Okay, I’m gonna try to type while I watch this time instead of forgetting this blog exists until the episode is almost over.

You can tell the footage for the previously on segment was saved on a VHS copy instead of the original film that the show was shot with because even in the HD iTunes version I have it looks low quality as fuck. And jumpy in the way that brings me back to my teens watching the WB all the damn time.

I love this song. WTF is this song. Shazam says “Good Deal” by Mommy and Daddy. I… have no comment, except that it sounds like everything I was listening to in college at the time this shit was airing.

Aaaaand not!Dean turns around to face the SWAT team after obviously torturing some woman. THAT is a cold open.

I wanna know what that car is in the background. It’s pretty. Maybe a convertible Impala? They have similar grills. This is not at all important.

Also, I love that with these higher definition versions of the episodes you can see that Sam’s email is lawboy and whatever dot com and that people in the fandom have started calling him Law Boy. It’s hilarious.

DEAN: Well, what exactly do you tell ‘em? You know, about where you’ve been, what you’ve been doin’?

SAM: I tell ‘em I’m on a road trip with my big brother. I tell ‘em I needed some time off after Jess.

DEAN: Oh, so you lie to ‘em.

SAM: No. I just don’t tell ‘em….everything.

DEAN: Yeah, that’s called lying. I mean, hey, man, I get it, tellin’ the truth is far worse.

SAM: So, what am I supposed to do, just cut everybody out of my life? (DEAN shrugs.) You’re serious?

DEAN: Look, it sucks, but in a job like this, you can’t get close to people, period.

Aaaaand now I have Dean and Cassie feelings again and we haven’t even gotten to her episode yet.

SAM: No, man, I know Zack. He’s no killer.

DEAN: Well, maybe you know Zack as well as he knows you.

Aaaaaand now I have Dean and Lee feelings and we’re nowhere near Lee’s episode in season 15.

YOU JUST BLEW THROUGH A STOP SIGN DEAN WTF.

Little Becky. Oi with the reusing of names.

Of course Sam made friends with a bunch of rich kids while he was at college in a desperate attempt to try to be normal.

SAM: You know, maybe we could see the crime scene. Zack’s house.

DEAN: We could.

REBECCA: Why? I mean, what could you do?

SAM: Well, me, not much. But Dean’s a cop. (DEAN laughs.)

DEAN: Detective, actually.

I love that Dean was like “how dare you call me that.”

Okay, after a bit of research, I totally want to take a day trip to Bisbee, Arizona, but it’s already in the 90s here in the desert and it’s not even May so that trip is going to have to wait until… winter or something. There is no way in hell I’m going deeper into the desert when the weather gets hotter.

It’s a historic mining town tourist trap looking place now which is exactly the kind of shit I love.

SAM: Bec, look, I know Zack didn’t do this. Now, we have to find a way to prove that he’s innocent.

I mean, not technically, technically you would 1) NOT FUCK WITH A MURDER INVESTIGATION YOU’RE NOT LEGALLY INVOLVED IN BECAUSE ANYTHING YOU FIND WOULD BE INADMISSABLE IN COURT 2) find evidence to provide a reasonable doubt for the jury that he did commit the crime. You know, like a lawyer would need to do, Law Boy.

DEAN: I just don’t think this is our kind of problem.

When I made my husband watch this show with me (he’s seen it all at least once now over the years) this is the recurring thing that drove him crazy.

You guys can’t even go in through the back door? Or shut the front door behind you? Really?

REBECCA: (tearfully) Well, there’s no sign of a break-in. They say that Emily let her attacker in.

Yeah, that doesn’t even really mean that she knew her attacker. Just that it was someone she let her guard down around or got in some other way. See: The Son of Sam and Nightstalker, etc.

Love the pinup magnet on the fridge. I’d throw shade at that, but I have a pinup magnet on my fridge too so… pot kettle and all that.

Okay, both people in the next couple are gorgeous.

And oh wow those special effects changing eyes… wow.

This poor couple. I feel so bad for them in this episode.

How… how are the police gonna explain the way he was able to beat himself over the head with a bat??? I…

I love that 5:30 in the morning on TV is clearly like… 10 AM.

Okay, this is a really unrelated point, but the graffiti on the dumpster here reminds me of the Teen Wolf fandoms use of the name Void!Stiles when Stiles Stilinski was possessed by a Nogitsune… I just spent way too long digging through YouTube and my Tumblr tags from back when those episodes were airing looking for a few specific videos and couldn’t find them. The TL;DR reason I bring it up here is goofball, bi-coded main character guy getting possessed by an entity set on destroying the people he loves. SOUNDS LIKE THIS EPISODE AND A WHOLE LOT OF SPN RIGHT. I love that all these monster hunting shows call out to each other.

This scene haunts me years later and I don’t even WATCH Teen Wolf. I just watched the fandom on Tumblr collectively lose it’s shit then tripped down a Hale Pack fanfiction rabbit hole.

ANYWAY

Back to Supernatural, a show that also treated its fan base, cast, and characters like garbage! Huzzah!

DEAN: Well, there’s another way to go—down. (They look down and notice a manhole.)

I’m gonna be mature and ignore the double entendre there…

But I love that Dean thinks of the world in 3D. Which sounds like a dumb statement to make, but this is honestly a good example of that in action.

SAM: I bet this runs right by Zack’s house, too.

Really Sam, sewers run by houses? SO WEIRD. I WOULD HAVE NEVER GUESSED.

DEAN: You know, I just had a sick thought. When the shapeshifter changes shape—maybe it sheds.

SAM: That is sick. (DEAN puts the bloody pile back on the ground.)

Guys, there is a WHOLE ASS EAR in that pile of yuck you’re looking at. I think it’s pretty safe to assume the shapeshifter indeed sheds its skin like a snake. A much… gooier snake.

Sam’s friend is rightfully pissed at him for fucking with the crime scene.

This is before the pearl gripped guns?! Wow. I never noticed that before.

Also, this whole episode gives me feelings.

++++

Cool. Tumblr mobile ate a whole section of my notes on this when it crashed for NO APPARENT REASON. Love that.

It always boggles my mind that actors can trust the people they’re working with enough to let people “tie” ropes around their neck or put them in actually dangerous positions in a scene.

SHAPESHIFTER: He’s sure got issues with you. You got to go to college. He had to stay home. I mean, I had to stay home. With Dad. You don’t think I had dreams of my own? But Dad needed me. Where the hell were you?

SAM: Where is my brother? (The shapeshifter leans in close to SAM.)

SHAPESHIFTER: I am your brother. See, deep down, I’m just jealous. You got friends. You could have a life. Me? I know I’m a freak. And sooner or later, everybody’s gonna leave me. (He backs away.)

SAM: What are you talkin’ about?

SHAPESHIFTER: You left. Hell, I did everything Dad asked me to, and he ditched me, too. No explanation, nothin’, just poof. Left me with your sorry ass. But, still, this life? It’s not without its perks. (He laughs.) I meet the nicest people. Like little Becky. You know, Dean would bang her if he had the chance. Let’s see what happens. (He smiles and covers SAM with a sheet.)

This exchange is just… so much. So many feelings. And I will forever (unless we magically get a fix-it fic mini season someday…) be SO MAD that none of this got resolved in that pointless, trash heap of a finale.

REBECCA: Okay, so, this thing—it can make itself look like anybody?

SHAPESHIFTER: That’s right. (She chuckles.)

REBECCA: Well, what is it, like a genetic freak? (The shapeshifter laughs.)

SHAPESHIFTER: Maybe. Evolution is about mutation, right? So, maybe this thing was born human but was different. Hideous and hated. Until he learned to become someone else. (REBECCA looks around, uncomfortable. The shapeshifter’s eyes glint silver, and he smiles.)

It always amazes me how much of this show is a pile of accidental queer allegories parading around in an ill-fitting toxic masculinity suit.

Vulcan mind meld! I love nerd!Dean. Also, I’m rewatching Star Trek: TOS with my husband, because that is what my life amounts to these days, rewatching comfort TV and flailing over the bits I love.

This post does a better job than I can do of pairing up screen caps with the dialogue of this next scene. SIX EPISODES IN. They’re dumping all of this character depth SIX EPISODES IN. FUCK THIS SHOW FOR NOT EMBRACING ITSELF.

Okay, I love that he screams back in her face after he threw the phone. It’s not something to laugh at because the situation is horrifying, but I can’t help laughing at it every time.

AND THE WAY THEY CUT THESE SCENES. Going from him winding his hand back to backslap her directly to him dropping the chains on the table to show how hard he must have hit her without actually making the actors hit each other. Good job editing department!

I… don’t understand the shifter’s motivation for killing people. If he can take over people’s identities without killing them, why kill them? Is it just because he’s a homicidal, rapist piece of shit? Cause that’s all it seems like.

How did the SWAT team even know she was being attacked? Why can the snipers aim no better than Storm Troopers?

Ugh, these kind of transformation body horror scenes are exactly why werewolf stories have never really appealed to me much. Like, I could do without watching your ribs move and teeth fall out, dude.

BUT.

THIS FUCKING SCENE.

I looked up the song that’s playing over shapeshifter!Dean being caught by the SWAT team and then going through the grotesque transformation. (And as far as I know, the iTunes version has the original music from the episodes.)

It’s a song called “Mary” by The Death Riders

Who's your mother, who's your mother here boy // Who's your mother, whos your mommy dear // Who's your father, who's your father here boy // Who's your father, who's your daddy dear

Silently screaming // Where everyone knows // Daddy's always watchin' // Where everywhere - everywhere I go

I don't wanna be a freak show pretty boy anymore // I don't wanna be a full time slave // I don't wanna be your midnight cowboy anymore // I just want to be Mary

This is… a fascinating choice. Here are the rest of the lyrics. The song as a whole has a weird incesty kinda vibe to it? Kinda like when SPN tries to straight-wash itself and misses the mark wildly. (Like Dean’s male siren episode.)

The midnight cowboy line reminded me of 12x11 and the bull riding scene with “Broomstick Cowboy” by Bobby Goldsboro playing over it

Dream on, little Broomstick Cowboy, // Dream while you can; // Of big green frogs, // And puppy dogs, // And castles in the sand.

For, all too soon you'll awaken; // Your toys will all be gone. // Your broomstick horse will ride away, // To find another home. // And you'll have grown into a man, // With cowboys of your own. // And then you'll have to go to war, // To try and save your home.

And then you'll have to learn to hate; // You'll have to learn to kill. // It's always been that way, my son; // I guess it always will.

Because, you know, why not add tons of feelings into the lyrics, right?

Props to the people who can embrace their rewatches and reclamations of the show with ease. Because every episode seems to remind me of how hollow and tragic Dean’s ending was and I just… struggle all over again.

Anyway, back to the episode so I can move on with my day.

REPORTER: An anonymous tip led police to a home in the Central West End, where a S.W.A.T team discovered a local woman bound and gagged. Her attacker, a white male, approximately twenty-four to thirty years of age, was discovered hiding in her home. (A sketch of DEAN appears on the screen.)

DEAN: Man! That’s not even a good picture. (SAM looks around cautiously.)

SAM: It’s good enough. (He walks away.)

DEAN: Man! (He follows SAM.)

(CUT TO: Alley. DEAN and SAM are walking. DEAN steps into a puddle.)

DEAN: Ugh, come on.

I love that we get two tiny little back-to-back vanity moments for Dean here. One commenting on the sketch artist rendition of him being broadcasted on the news and the other tripping in the puddle. There is literally someone running around the city trying to kill people while wearing Dean’s face, but Dean is still concerned with how he looks appears to others. He’s still concerned with keeping up his own performance. The shifter left him with just a t-shirt, so he doesn’t even have his usual comfort layers on and at any moment someone could spot him and call the police or try to kill him for assaulting Sam’s friend. His life is wildly out of control in that moment and the only thing he can try to focus on is his appearance (something semi-controllable) and finding the shifter before any of that other shit can happen.

One day I want to put together a like top 10 episodes focusing on / explaining each TFW character from the series. Like the kind of list you could show someone who’s never seen the show, but has OPINIONS about the characters (or who hasn’t seen the whole show and seen the growth they went through… you know, like the people responsible for the travesty of 15x20). This episode would be on that list. I’m not sure how I could manage to make a list of only 10 episodes to understand Dean Winchester by, but eh.

SAM: What are you gonna do to me?

SHAPESHIFTER: Oh, I’m not gonna do anything. Dean will, though.

SAM: They’ll never catch him.

SHAPESHIFTER: Oh, doesn’t matter. Murder in the first of his own brother? He’ll be hunted the rest of his life. (He picks up a sharp knife and examines it.)

Speaking of season 15 in general, this right here. This was Chuck’s villain story arc thesis statement. AND THEY DROPPED THE GODDAMN BALL WITH IT. I think that’s the thing that honestly pisses me off the most these days (about 5 1/2 months from when the finale aired) is that they tried making the whole thing a tragedy but did such an awful job with it that it just ended up like a deflating condom balloon at a dive bar concert. Disappointing and gross. The finale for season 14 set them up SO FUCKING WELL and it just… didn’t get there.

Becky’s parents are gonna be pissed at how torn up their house is after all this shit…

And you’re not shooting him when you first see him strangling Sam because…?????

I like that he took the necklace back. Also, is this kinda Dean death number .5 of the show? Like it wasn’t him but it was also kinda him. Eh.

At least they left the windshield on Baby this time. Reflections are better than tearing her apart.

[maximinnieandme]

Save America Again. © 2021, Meri Aaron Walker, iPhoneArtGirl. Talent, OR. All rights reserved. 

August 22, 2021

By the age of three or four years old, I started my lifelong training in telling stories with words and pictures and then sharing them.

Both of my Washington, DC professional parents were so busy with their jobs that they really didn’t have much time to spend experiencing my life with me. So they gave me the job of reporting to them about my day at the dinner table any time we ate together - which wasn’t actually very often.

But I was supposed to be ready all the time.

Is it any wonder I grew up to be a journalist? A teacher? A lonely girl? Obviously not, but it’s only recently that I have really begun to understand my life experiences as having created a value totally separate from equipping me to tell stories or make media for other people’s consumption or to delight them enough to make them want to spend some time having shared experiences with me.

One of the primary reasons I am not sharing my thoughts or little stories or pictures on my Facebook or Instagram (besides my personal safety) is that those platforms are set up for consumption and entertainment. I really got to see this after the fire left me all by myself in an experience of my own private Idaho. I have continued to make photographs and mobile artworks since last fall but I haven’t posted many of them because they are anything but entertaining. And they pale in the face of my attempts to come to terms with the personal experience of losing everything that ever proved to anyone - including me - that I had the experiences I called “my life.”

So, I’ve come back into Tumblr where I began, long before I shared any of the evidence of my experience on Facebook or Instagram. It’s private here unless I tell somebody about my posts. And my sole intention, as it was when I first limited my photography process to my iPhone, is to log some pictures and some words to help me process the meaning that I’m making out of what happens around me.

Those of you who have expressed an interest in my “journey“ this fall in Maxi mostly seem to be people who have been as interested in my process of making meaning out of my experiences as you have been in my images. Many of you have told me this explicitly.

I continue to marvel at people like you. Where I came from, there wasn’t any of the engagement you offer me. I am unfathomably grateful for your interest and your love. You have been teaching me what love is for years now.

It’s in this context that I shared a little bit of the story from yesterday (using email) about meeting my next-door neighbor here at Saratoga Lake - Jeremy, a cowboy from Nebraska.

Jeremy and his girlfriend and her 14-year-old daughter packed up their fifth wheel this morning and took off about 11 AM to get back to Nebraska. I really hated to see them go. I have so much more to learn from Jeremy. But Shannon’s teenage girl has school tomorrow and Jeremy is set to receive 25 to 40 cows from his peers on Tuesday because they can’t feed them in this relentless heat and drought and Jeremy can. At some point I will try to write more about what I learned from Jeremy yesterday. But it’s not today. In about 30 minutes I need to go get in the Hot Springs for my own well-being.

The photo at the top if this post was taken about two hours ago, after Jeremy had left. The space between me and the next neighbor looked just like the photo when I went out to take a walk through the campground. The truck had been riding through the campground in the evening yesterday and then from about 11 o’clock on today. But apparently the driver knew the people in the trailer in the background so he pulled up - sic - for a visit.

There really is no way for me to share my experience of the wind howling through the space here in southern Wyoming. It’s a symphony that is native to Wyoming. It’s the background for the lives of people who live here. It fills the huge spaces between everyone. It blows all the time. Of course it stops a little bit, but the wind articulates how huge this space is and how far separated individuals and families are from each other. And it keeps things that way. You have to fight the wind to move closer to someone. 

Living in it for the last few weeks (in rural Idaho and now here) makes it easy for me to understand how the pickuptruck driver just wants to be free. Just wants to do things his own way. Just identifies with Trump’s toxic teenage rhetoric about not being told what to do by people who don’t know you. Just wants space to be.

The west is full of people who don’t want to be told what to do by people who don’t understand space the way they do. Who don’t understand nature the way they do. Who don’t understand autonomy the way they do. People who live on the east and west coast and even in the Midwest, in cities. 

Trump’s 2024 flag says just what Westerners want to hear: Save America Again.

If those of us who haven’t experienced this kind of space - day in and day out - treat Westerners with disrespect, in our ignorance, in the same ways my parents treated me with disrespect, out of their ignorance about my actual child life experiences, we’re going to have another round with Trump in DC.

We have a lot to learn in a very short time about respect if we-the-people are going to “Save America Again.” And real learning happens ONLY by having personal experience, not by watching video on network TV or YouTube, much less reading endless social media posts. Watching media about someone else’s experience only gives you fantasies and opinions. 

I am honored to be able to share pieces of my thinking and my pictures with all of you. And what I want most for all of you is that you get the hell outside your homes and experience new things directly as much as you can. Covid or no Covid, right in the midst of climate change, our real lives depend on each of us having new experiences not consuming new digital media.

I love you.

[heyiwrotesomethings]

R&R

Shinobu Kochou x Fem! Reader

A/N: Hey, here’s my first attempt at fanfic/ oneshot writing, thanks for reading! Sorry the spacing is weird, I used my notes app to write and I’m using Tumblr mobile.

It had been very busy the past few weeks to say the least. (Y/n) had hardly seen Shinobu at all. While Shinobu was out being a demon slayer and saving lives on long missions, (Y/n) made sure that Sumi, Kiyo, and Naho were taken care of, helped Aoi with housekeeping, and made sure Kanao ate something even when her coin would decide against it. It was a busy life.

The only contact (Y/n) had had with Shinobu was the occasional quick kiss or caress in a hallway before continuing on in different directions. Even at night (Y/n) often slept alone while Shinobu was out slaying demons or overseeing sensitive cases in the infirmary, only coming to bed as (Y/n) was waking up and getting ready to oversee estate functions. (Y/n) would give her exhausted love a kiss and help her into her yukata and guide her to the futon. Once she was comfortable, (Y/n) would leave the shared space, sliding the door quietly behind her and begin her morning duties.

The couple was exhausted. Which was why when Shinobu’s crow called for the demon slayer to rest for a few days (Y/n) was relieved that her love would be taking it easy for awhile. (Y/n) of course, still had work to do and continued with her duties as usual. The only difference being the constant attention from the Insect Pillar herself.

Now that Shinobu finally had some free time, she didn’t seem to know what to do with herself. Thus, she followed (Y/n) around the estate. Being very touchy and talkative all the while. Unfortunately, this was making it rather difficult for (Y/n) to get her work done as efficiently as usual.

“Shinobu,” (Y/n) finally said after her personal bubble was finally popped with an ill timed butt grab that made (Y/n) drop her basket of fresh linens and causing them to spill on to the ground. “You know I love you, but don’t you think you’re going a bit overboard? You should be resting and it’s really hard to get my work done with you acting like this.”

“We have hardly had any time together these past few weeks. I miss spending time with you.” Shinobu, replied.

“I miss spending time with you too, but I still have duties to attend to.” (Y/n) said, empathetically, picking up the linens from the grass.

“Then don’t do them.”

Eh? “Eh?” (Y/n) looked up at Shinobu from her kneeling position, confusion evident in her expression. “Shinobu, I can’t just stop working whenever I feel like it.”

“That’s true. It’s a direct order from me~”

“But- There’s still so much to do and-“

“Shhh,” Shinobu coaxed, placing a finger to (Y/n)’s lips. “We can just ask Kanao, Aoi, or any of the other girls to finish up for you.”

“I couldn’t possibly dump those other responsibilities on the girls.” (Y/n) said.

“They are all very capable. Aoi can steer them straight if they get side tracked. At the very least it’s not like they’ll burn the estate down.” Shinobu reasoned.

“I don’t know...”

“Please, for me?” Shinobu asked, gingerly passing her fingers through (Y/n)’s hair.

“Hrrmmmm, okay.” (Y/n) sighed.

“Excellent!”

***

After the girls were informed of their new duties, Shinobu guided (Y/n) toward their bedroom. Once inside the space, Shinobu spoke as she headed towards the closet.

“Take your clothes off.”

“E-Excuse me?!” (Y/n), blushed.

“Take your clothes off, so you can change into this.” Shinobu clarified, holding out one of (Y/n)’s yukatas. “What did you think I was suggesting, (Y/n)?” She added with a smirk.

“Nothing!” (Y/n) said quickly, grabbing her yukata from Shinobu.

“Maybe we could do that later.” Shinobu said, teasingly. The embarrassed groan (Y/n) emitted released a quiet laugh from Shinobu.

The two changed and Shinobu pulled the covers back on the futon and sat in her usual side, patting the space next to her. (Y/n) laid down beside Shinobu and the Hashira pulled the covers up and immediately latched on to (Y/n), head pressed firmly in the space between (Y/n)’s chin and chest. (Y/n) smiled and wrapped her arms around Shinobu, one arm resting underneath Shinobu’s neck to give her head more support.

Shinobu let out a soft hum, snuggling deeper into (Y/n)’s frame. “I’ve missed this.” She breathed out, softly.

“Me too.” (Y/n) agreed, placing a kiss in Shinobu’s hairline.

They talked softly, catching up on goings-on, laughing when the other said something funny or clever. Any light topics were fair game. Not long into conversing, the pair dozed off and slept peacefully in each other’s arms.

***

When Shinobu awoke, it was late, or early depending on your outlook. (Y/n) was still dead asleep, her chest slowly rising and falling, slightly shifting Shinobu’s head with each breath. Shinobu listened to the steady beat of (Y/n)’s heart, mesmerized by the thrum, trying to commit the special rhythm to memory. She wished she could stay in this moment forever, but in a few hours the estate would be stirring back to life. Shinobu would make sure to make the most of this short time, after all, she wasn’t going to live forever, every moment was precious.

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hi! I've been craving some lengthy-but-not-too-lengthy friends to lovers johnlock recently, any suggestions? (I'm not usually a fan of AUs, but I'm open to them :)) Thanks so much!

Hi Nonny!

Listen, I’ve a TONNE of Friends-to-Lovers fics! And I’ve been waiting for this ask to come in, so I’m just posting all of ones I have sorted so far! I sort them by length, so you can check out the first couple dozen fics for the ones you’re looking for, and continue on if you’re enjoying it XD I also specifically state if a fic is an AU, so you can skip those ones too :)

FRIENDS TO LOVERS

(fics below the cut)

See also:

T-RATED Pt. 1: Friends To Lovers Fics || [MOBILE LINK]

For a Case Trope 

Fake Relationship / For a Case Part 2

For a Case Pt 3 / Links to Similar Fics 

Meeting the Family With a Fake Relationship 

Married For a Case / Fake Husbands 

Friends to Lovers (Community Recs)

Friends to Lovers (Alexx’s List)

Enemies to Lovers Fic Recs (Alexx’s List)

Enemies to Lovers – Part 2 (Alexx’s List)

When Morning Comes by Youarethelightoftheworld (T, 423 w. || Christmas Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Lazy Mornings/Morning After, Fluff and Angst, Sleepy Cuddles, Domestic Fluff, Cuddling / Snuggling, Emotional Hurt/Comfort) – “Sherlock,” says John solemnly, “I’m not sure we can go anywhere today.”

The Basics by wearitcounts (Sher_locked_up) (T, 611 w. || Schmoop, Fluff, Coffee, Kissing, Friends to Lovers, The Morning After) – Morning snogs, and coffee.

New World, Old Words by thedeafwriter (G, 641 w. || Deaf Sherlock, Sherlock Whump, Pining Sherlock, Marriage Proposal, Fluff, Always John) – It was disconcerting to experience. One second, he was laying on the table, breathing in the gas that would make him sleep, the next, he was dragging his eyes open to look around the bright room, trying to wake up.

New Year, New Beginning by DaisyFairy (T, 810 w. || New Year’s Eve, John POV, Post S4, Friends to Lovers) – New Year at a crime scene and John makes a decision.

The Cure for Snoring by Goddess_of_the_Night (G, 1,278 w. || Sleepy Conversations, Bed Sharing, Cuddling, Fluff, Domestic, Platonic / Sleepy Cuddles) – Sherlock and John spend the night in Scotland after finishing a case. The sole Inn in town only has one room left…one bed. This would be fine - if not a bit awkward - if Sherlock hadn’t developed a habit of snoring loudly. John suffers through many hours of sleeplessness before he discovers that skin-to-skin contact stops the noise. Part 1 of Dreamscapes

The Pigeon’s deplorable nesting place by SlothfulSlytherin (G, 1,482 w. || Alternate First Meeting, Humour, Fluff) – Upon returning to London, John Watson took up residence in a mouldy little flat on Baker Street. The flat itself wasn’t all that special or interesting, his new neighbour on the other hand…

Hear No Evil, Speak No Evil by PipMer (T, 1,895 w. || Deaf John, Mute Sherlock, Friends to Lovers, Romance, Fluff and Angst, Character Study, Morse Code, Love Confessions) – John is deaf. Sherlock is mute. There are no two people more suited for each other.

The Marriage Proposal Negotiation by Goddess_of_the_Night (G, 2,161 w. || Dev. Rel., Possessive Sherlock, Insecure Sherlock, Fluff, First Kiss, Post Mary) – Sherlock hasn’t ever really done anything the traditional way, so of course it wouldn’t bother him to propose to John even though they’re not even dating. And the fact that John is already on a date with someone else when he decides to do it? Tedious.

Hell or High water by bluefire301175 (E, 2,250 w. || PWP, Frottage, Alley Sex, First Person POV John, Case-ish Fic, Mutual Pining, Bed Sharing) – John wants. Sherlock wants. Plain and simple.

Let Go by thisisforyou (G, 2,743 w. || Friends to Lovers, First Kiss, Fluff, Anxious / Worried Sherlock) – In the end, separating John’s things from Sherlock’s in the chaos of their sitting room is like pulling a limpet from a wet rock. Especially when the rock is clinging on for dear life, because Sherlock doesn’t want to let go. Short, fluffy h/c Johnlock oneshot.

It’s After That Hurts by jonnyluvssherlock (T, 2,791 w. || City of Angels AU || Fantasy, Fallen Angel Sherlock, Soldier John, Pining Sherlock, Friends to Lovers, Permanently Incomplete Fic) – Sherlock’s an angel stuck as a guardian to danger addict John Watson. Everything is fine until he gets too involved. Now he has to make the choice, eternity alone or one life time with a man who may or may not love him.

Right Foot Red by Irrevocably_Sherlocked (E, 3,089 w. || First Time, Board Games, Frottage, Masturbation, Frottage, PWP) – …ok, it’s juvenile, but at least it’s a game where touching is allowed. And if something more were to happen, well, John can’t say he’d be too upset about that. “What are the rules of this game?” Sherlock asks, the disdain evident on the word ‘game’. “I spin, you do as I say.” John thinks he sees a slight widening of those pale grey eyes at that, just for a fraction of a second, before it is shut down. Oh, this is interesting, he thinks.

The Sweetest Taste In The World by crossroads (G, 3,121 w. || First Kiss, Jealous Sherlock, Fluff, Pining, Friends to Lovers) – The sweetest taste in the world is rarely ever the easiest to come by.

Wish I Was In Heaven Sitting Down by standbygo (M, 3,282 w. || Post-S4, Five Plus One, Missing Scenes, Parenthood, First Kiss, Friends to Lovers, Cuddling & Snuggling, Hurt/Comfort, Declarations of Love, Fluff, Food, John Whump) – Five times when Sherlock and John ate together, and one time they didn’t. A history of the boys, in food.

Stay by msdisdain (M, 3,561 w. || First Kiss / Time, Angst / H/C, Bed Sharing, Nightmares, Blow Jobs, Anal) – John’s nightmares are nothing new. Sherlock’s inability to ignore them, however, is.

Five Times John Cooked Something with Peas and One First Kiss by 221b_careful_what_you_wish_for (T, 3,915 w. || 5 and Ones, Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Cooking / Food, Sick Sherlock, Music, Domestic Fluff, First Kiss) – After John cooks five dinners that slowly reveal their hunger for each other, Sherlock and John finally share a first kiss.

Jukebox by standbygo (T, 3,990 w. || Fluff, Singing/Music, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Hurt/Comfort, Humour, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss) – After the music halls of Sherlock’s mind palace get damaged by accident, John learns that Sherlock never forgets a song. Even the ones he’d rather forget. But the random singalong brings some unexpected benefits.

Tree Topper by May_Shepard (E, 4,017 w. || Christmas Tree, Christmas Fluff, Drunken Shenanigans, Smut, First Time, Friends to Lovers) – Sherlock and John are celebrating Christmas the best way they know how–alone together, with booze. They’ve almost finished decorating their tree, but John is determined to find the best way to top it.

Hope Springs Eternal by QuinnAnderson  (T, 4,054 w. || Friends to Lovers, Pining Sherlock, Vacation, Anxious Sherlock, Love Confessions, Fluff, Requited Love) – John Watson and Sherlock Holmes go on holiday, and Sherlock has romance on the brain.

Overture by Kate_Lear (M, 4,435 w. || First Kiss / Time, Friends to Lovers, Angry John, Introspection, Dev. Rel., Embarassed / Insecure Sherlock, Morning After, Bed Sharing, Cuddles / Limpet Sherlock) – A short snippet on how John and Sherlock might have got together.

a violent flash of purple by hudders-and-hiddles (E, 4,749 w. || Sex Toys, Friends to Lovers, PWP, Love Confessions, Porn With Feelings, Embarrassed Sherlock, Anal Plugs) – When Sherlock accidentally drops his towel, he ends up revealing a whole lot more than he’d intended.

Cephalalgia by the_beekeeper_of_sussex (E, 4,979 w. || First Kiss, Frottage, Friends to Lovers) – John is in pain and it’s up to Sherlock to set him to rights by any means possible.

Sleeping next to you by Salambo06 (E, 5,018 w. || ASiB Fic, Bed Sharing, Frottage, Mutual Masturbation, Rimming, Anal, First Kiss/Time) – Based on an Anonymous Prompt: “So, that scene from ASiB when Mrs H has been attacked by the american CIA guy & John, Sherlock & she are in Mrs H’s kitchen when John says “She’ll have to sleep upstairs in our flat tonight. We need to look after her.” to which Sherlock replies with “no”. John of course suggested that because he cares about her safety, but maybe he also did it cause he /wanted/ that to happen. What if they finally agreed on letting her have John’s or Sherlock’s bed & J&S sleep in the same one?“ Part 12 of Tumblr Collection

What Happens in Vegas (is legally binding in the United Kingdom) by  moonblossom (E, 5,051 w. || Accidental Marriage, Friends to Husbands to Lovers, CSI Crossover, Fluff & Porn, Bathtub Sex, Hand Jobs, First Time) – When a case sends the boys to Vegas, John comes out of it with a bit more than he bargained for. Part 19 of Prompt Fills, Remixes, Works inspired by others

Every Little Thing by the_beekeeper_of_sussex (E, 5,066 w. || First Time / Kiss, Fluff, Frottage, Come as Lube, Embarassed Sherlock, Porn With Feelings) – When Sherlock walks in on John making tea wearing nothing but a tight pair of boxer-briefs things get a little heated…physically and emotionally.

Strings by EstherShapiro (E, 5,267 w. || Virgin Sherlock, First Time, Massage, Friends to Lovers, Fingering, Anal, PWP) – Sherlock wakes his doctor up. Was this weird? John was sitting on his bed, late at night, rubbing his hands over another man’s body? That was supposed to be weird, right? Then again, this wasn’t just some man, it was Sherlock. They were so used to each other that John didn’t even think to question it. It wasn’t weird.

Sociopathy and Other Fibs by kinklock (M, 5,314 w. || 5+1, Miscommunication, Humour, Friends to Lovers, Post S3, Love Confessions) – Five times John called Sherlock out, and one time Sherlock returned the favour.

Adjacent by weeesi (E, 5,711 w. || Bed Sharing, Fluff and Smut, Pining Idiots, On a Trip, Frottage) – Sherlock and John spend the night at a hotel in adjoining rooms, and keep finding excuses to visit each other’s rooms, until WHOOPS they’re sharing a bed.

Recovery by thesignsofserbia (T, 5,948 w. || HLV-Fix It / Rewrite, Villain Mary, Pining Sherlock, Major Character Injury, Scars, Self-Hatred, POV Sherlock, Doctor John, Friends to Lovers) – Set after the confrontation with Mary, and Sherlock’s cardiac arrest, John stays at 221B to aid Sherlock’s recovery, forcing them to confront wounds both old and new as they try to heal their damaged relationship.

Just a Touch by MissDavis (E, 6,248 w. || Bed Sharing, Masturbation, First Time/Kiss, Friends to Lovers, Sharing a Room) – John has trouble falling asleep these days. There’s one thing he can do that always seems to help, but he’s stuck in this hotel room with Sherlock and doesn’t think he’ll get the chance. How will he ever find relief and a good night’s sleep?

Five Times John Noticed But Didn’t Really by ScandalousMinds (T, 6,383 w. || Domestics, Fluff/Angst, Bratty Sherlock, Idiots, Pre-Slash, Jealous Sherlock, Love Confessions) – 5 times John (thought) he noticed something peculiar about his and Sherlock’s relationship but really missed the obvious.

The Strait of Juan de Fuca by mightypog (T, 6,400 w. || Vacation, Love Confessions, Friends to Lovers, Canada, Post-TRF, Love Confessions) – Sherlock is back and all seems forgiven, but something is missing between him and John. Their friendship initially appears intact, but Sherlock doesn’t understand why John seems to be slipping away. Finally, in terror, he tries to reconnect with John by taking him to the one place that seems to inspire any emotional interest in John any more: the Canadian wilderness. While there, Sherlock faces his greatest fear.

Better Than Fiction by Irrevocably_Sherlocked (E, 6,813 w. || Pining Sherlock, Sherlock’s Imagination, Masturbation, BJ’s, First Time / Kiss) – …he opens his eyes, but instead of seeing John he is staring at his bedroom ceiling, the pale plaster a startling contrast from the scene in his head. It had felt so real. He can only imagine what the feel of John’s lips would be like, his taste. But luckily for him, he thinks with a smirk, he’s always had a brilliant imagination.

The space between by Salambo06 (E, 6,830 w. || PWP, Friends to Lovers, Masturbation, Virgin Sherlock, First Time, Miscommunications, Bottom Sherlock, Mutual Pining, Sexual Fantasy) – “It’s for a case,” Sherlock says as soon as John looks down at his computer. John remains silent for a long moment, eyes moving from the screen to Sherlock, before saying, “You don’t have to explain.” His voice is low, too low, and Sherlock looks at the computer, putting the video on pause. “Lestrade asked me-, no, forced me to find out who’s threatening a famous porn star, and the suspect is among his co-stars, so I only need to watch out for any signs from his partners, anything that might show they’re the one sending those threats and I can move to something else.” “Right.”

Onomatopoeia by aquabelacqua (M, 6,904 w. || First Time/Kiss, Frottage, Dirty Talk, Domestics, Word Kink) – Something is the matter with John. Sherlock is determined to figure out what it is. Mark his words.

The Tip Over Into The Inevitable by ivyblossom (T, 6,894 w. || Grief, Cuddles, Insomnia, Hurt/Comfort, Friends to Lovers) - When his father dies, Sherlock avoids sleeping. Then discovers he can’t sleep at all. John finds a way to help.

where the good things grow by anchors (M, 7,066 w. || Tea Shop AU || Alternate First Meeting, Magical Realism, Gardens, Tea, Friends to Lovers) – "I have a magic garden.” As come-ons go, John’s heard worse.

Drawstring by May_Shepard (E, 7,412 w. || Friends to Lovers, UST/RST, Fluff and Smut, Post-TAB, John POV) – John is bothered by Sherlock’s slowly-falling jim-jams… as in hot and bothered and he is trying to deal with a sexy dishevelled Sherlock while also keeping his pining in check.

Six Dates by avawtsn (E, 7,421 w. || 5+1, First Time / Kiss, Post S4-Compliant, POV John) – A rather accidental 5+1 written for the prompt “is this a date?” Hint: it is.

Correspondence by Cleo2010 (T, 8,031 w. || Letters, Friends to Lovers, Jealousy, Dating ) – Sherlock’s been spirited away on a case for Mycroft. Part of the deal was that he and John could communicate via letter until the case was completed. Maybe the cliche is true, absence does make the heart grow fonder. Or perhaps something is growing on the feet in the fridge. Read their letters month by month.

Presence by LostGirl (M, 8,625 w. || Pre-Slash, First Time, Jealousy, Friends to Lovers) – Sherlock has recently noticed a shift in his own perceptions, but he can’t quite figure out when it started.

Bread and Wine and Curry Once a Week by cwb (E, 8,737 w. || Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Stroppy Sherlock, Love Letters, POV John) – Sherlock asks John for relationship advice. Little does he know that it’s him that Sherlock is in love with.

A Lifetime Together by LondonGypsy (M, 8,886 w. || Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Falling in Love, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Pining Idiots, Alternating POVs, Domestics, Retirement) – John and Sherlock falling in love.

Unwasted by patternofdefiance (E, 8,966 w. || Post-S3 / S3 Fix-It, Developing Relationship, Friends to Lovers, Angelo’s, Fluff, First Time, Anal, Cum Play, Flashbacks to ASiB, Mutual Pining, Love Confessions, Bottomlock, Cuddles, Multiple Orgasms, BJ’s, Bed Sharing) – John finds it three months after he’s moved back. He’s on the hunt for something to make for dinner, is scrounging through the cupboards, when he happens upon the graveyard of pasta boxes Sherlock still seems to create when left to his own devices. Behind seven boxes of pasta, all almost completely empty, is a dark-glassed bottle, with a paler coat of dust.It’s unopened. John’s face falls slack when he sees it, instantly recognises it, and for a long moment he just stands and looks at it.

The Newlywed Game: Johnlock Edition by patternofdefiance (E, 9,020 w. || Fake Relationship, Fake Marriage, Friends to Lovers, Humour, Romance, Smut, Case Fic, Self-Esteem Issues) – John and Sherlock pretend to be married in order to be contestants in a Newlywed Game. Of course it’s for a case. Of course it doesn’t stay that way. Part 8 of I Blame Tumblr

What I Hide By My Language, My Body Utters by PixChuu22 (M, 9,047 w. || Fake Relationship, For a Case, Friends to Lovers) - Based on a prompt from Tumblr user thetwogaydetectives - “fake relationship that ends up being so real, they finally realize they are in love.”

The Devil You Know by PipMer (T, 9,300 w. || Friends to Lovers, Romance, Holmes Brothers, Jealous Sherlock) – The Holmes brothers are behaving oddly. John is dazed and confused. In other words, it’s business as usual at 221B Baker Street. Except when it’s not.

Paparazzi by SilentAuror (E, 10,543 w. || Virgin Sherlock, First Time, Friends to Lovers, Post S3) – John moves back into 221B Baker Street after his marriage falls apart and the paparazzi won’t leave him and Sherlock alone about the status of their supposed relationship. Sherlock, of course, never denies it, until one day he does…

Never Have I Ever by hudders-and-hiddles (E, 10,655 w. || Pining Sherlock, First Kiss / Time, Drinking Games, Love Confessions, Fluff and Angst, Friends to Lovers) – John and Sherlock tag along for the Met’s weekly night out, where the evening’s chosen drinking game is Never Have I Ever. Sherlock is reluctant to join in until he realizes he can learn all kinds of new things about John, but he forgets that John might learn a thing or two about him as well.

Rainbow Hearts Retreat by PajamaSecrets (E, 11,638 w. || Fake Relationship, Case Fic, Undercover, Fluff and Smut, Bed-Sharing, Therapy, Humour/Crack, First Time) – “It’s a same-sex couples retreat. For those experiencing troubles in their relationship. Consists of group and couples therapy as well as encouraging socialization between the couples. It’s all in their incredibly dull brochure.” “Rainbow Hearts Retreat,” John read. “Sounds… quite gay.”

Iris by slashscribe (E, 11,948 w. || Parentlock, Pining Sherlock, Post-S3) – Sherlock does his best to make John happy when John comes back to 221B with his new baby after the events of Season 3, but Sherlock has a track record of getting things wrong in this area. This story is an exploration of their gradual shift from friends to lovers, told from Sherlock’s perspective, full of a lot of pining and lack of emotional awareness.

The Slow Burn by CaitlinFairchild (E, 12,097 w. || Romance, Emotional Infidelity, Friends to Lovers, Sherlock POV) – John smiles, something small and private and for him alone, and Sherlock just…he knows. With a heart-stopping certainty, Sherlock suddenly knows. It feels like falling off the edge of a cliff. It feels like falling off the edge of the world. It feels like flying.

Barricade by stitchy (M, 14,127 w. || Friends to Lovers, Angst, Happy Ending, UST, Mary’s Not Nice) – Sherlock has been struggling to keep his feelings at bay for everyone’s sake. Part 1 of Barricade

Speaker for the Bees by antietamfalls (M, 14,649 w. || Deaf Sherlock, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss / Time, Fluff, Sign Language) – It isn’t always easy assisting a deaf detective. Luckily for John, they make a pretty good team.

Hallowed Eve by EventHorizon (T, 14,750 w. || First Kiss, Friends to Lovers, Halloween) – It probably wasn’t the smartest idea to let Sherlock choose the costumes for Halloween, but John never considered himself the smartest man in the room, anyway.

Pattern Behaviour by SilentAuror (E, 14,835 w. || POV First Person Sherlock, Jealous Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Introspection, Stroppy Sherlock, Light Humour, Friendship, John Takes Care of Sherlock, First Kiss/Time, Wall Kisses, Fluffy Angst, Happy Ending) – Sherlock doesn’t even know why he resents John’s dates so much. Until the day he does know. Slight angst, unrequited feelings (but don’t let that scare you off!)

Twelfth Night by yourdykeinshiningarmor (E, 15,139 w. || Fake Relationship, Christmas, Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers, Angst & Fluff, BJ’s, Anal) – John is invited to his aunt’s Twelfth Night ball. Sherlock offers to attend with him as a friendly face among strangers, but John’s family force him to address his true feelings for Sherlock.

Till Death Do Us Part by prettysailorsoldier (M, 15,390 w. || Fake Relationship, Case Fic, Friends to Lovers, Fake Marriage, Christmas, Fluff) – When Sherlock links a recent spree of murder-suicides to a psychologist who specializes in marriage counseling, there’s really only one thing to do: Go undercover as a couple in hopes of drawing the killer out. Faking a relationship seems easy enough, but things take a turn when their real issues start to creep into the sessions, and, all the while, a killer is watching, waiting in the shadows for their chance to strike.

Second Chance by SilentAuror (E, 15,816 w. || Post-Divorce, Friends to Lovers, UST, Romance) – Now that John’s divorce has gone through and the dust is settling, Sherlock thinks that he would very much like to see if there is any possibility of moving their friendship in another direction. The only thing is, he has no idea how to go about doing that…

A Hundred Thousand Ways to Say the Name John by Jberry (E, 16,825 w. || Fake Relationship, Fake Marriage, POV John, Pining John, Cruise Ship, Angst & Fluff, Case Fic) –  John Watson and Sherlock Holmes must solve a case on a cruise ship. To get close to the crew and passengers, they must get married for the case on the Baetica. However, their relationship hits rocky seas both due to the case and internal conflicts. Part 1 of Baetica

Between Friends by SilentAuror (E, 18,036 w. || Post S3, Alternating POV, Friends to Lovers, John in Denial, Abduction, Awkward Situations / Miscommunications, Porn With Feels, Blowjobs, Pining, Unrequited, Angst With Happy Ending) – Sherlock gets abducted. As John discovers him tied up naked in an empty storage facility and comes to rescue him, Sherlock’s body has an unfortunate reaction which triggers a series of events. John is convinced that everything will be fine as long as they never discuss it. Sherlock isn’t as sure…

When to Let Go by KendylGirl (M, 22,109 w. || Friends to Lovers, Reverse Reichenbach, Sacrifice, Forgiveness, Angst, Love, Implied Drug Use) – What if it were John who had to die to thwart Moriarty’s plans? John’s supposed death shatters Sherlock, and when he returns, it will challenge the pair to forge a path of forgiveness, to peace, and to find a way back to each other. Part 1 of When to Let Go

Ghost Stories by SwissMiss (M, 22,256 w. || Pining, Holmes Family, Christmas, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Bed Sharing, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, First Time) – Sherlock’s parents think he and John are a couple. They might be onto something.

State of Flux by Atiki (E, 24,655 w. || Sherlock POV, Slow Burn, First Kiss/Time, Friends to Lovers, Frottage, Cuddles and Snuggles, Awkwardness, Insecure/Virgin Sherlock, Romance) – John’s marriage is over and he is finally back home (i.e. at Baker Street, where he belongs). Sherlock is awfully insecure and John is awfully hesitant, and they’re both awkward idiots, of course, but they figure it out. Many First Times happen.

To be Loved by You by TwisterMelody (M, 28,775 w. || Angst, H/C, Friends to Lovers, Post-HLV, Infidelity, Character Death, Background Mystrade, Pining, First Time, Romance) – Too many times they had confessed themselves in the darkness, leaving it there, never to speak of it again.  But this is different.  This love deserves the light of day.

Five Times They Kissed for a Case, and One Time They Kissed for Real by fleetwood_mouse (M, 32,406 w. || 5+1, Slow Burn, Fluff / Angst, Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers) – A stolen ring! An artful blogger! And many more adventures for your enjoyment.

A Study In Auto-Signatures, Sniper Dolphins, and Sex Holidays by cwb (E, 32,690 w. || Case Fic, Post S3, Evil Mary, Dev. Rel., Honeymoon, Epistolary, Bottomlock, First Kiss / Time, Fluff, Secret Agents, BAMF!John) – John and Mary go on their sex holiday, and Sherlock is grumpy and pining about it. Part 1 of HOT DOLPHIN SEX

Chaperones by MissDavis (T, 34,114 w. || 11 Years Post-S4, Fake Relationship, Parentlock, Disney World, Bed / Room Sharing, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, First Kiss, Obsessive Sherlock, Insecure John) – Right. Of course. Everyone assumed they were a couple and no one would question it. John put his elbows up on the table so he could rest his head in his hands. “You want to pretend to be a couple so we can chaperone a trip to Disney World with Rosie’s class and you won’t have to share a room with a stranger?” “Exactly.” Sherlock beamed at him. “Don’t worry about the cost. The Birmingham case last month paid more than enough to cover expenses for all three of us.”

That Partitioning of the Things of Youth by wearitcounts (E, 35,353 w. || Humour and Angst, Post-TRF, Fake Relationship, UST / RST, Friends to Lovers, Jealous John) – Victor Trevor is in town, and nobody’s happy.

Classified(s) by blueink3 (E, 36,153 w. || Wedding Date AU || Fake Relationship, Jealous, PIning, H/C, Idiots in Love, Happy Ending, Mary is not Nice, Escort Service) – Clara’s American father is the ambassador to some such territory that Great Britain probably used to own, but she (and Harry’s undying love for her) is the reason John is getting on a flight at 12:30pm, flying across the second largest ocean in the world, and pretending to be in a perfectly happy, healthy relationship with an undoubtedly perfectly coiffed stranger. See, Clara is not only American (and wealthy to boot), she’s also best friends with John’s ex-fiancée. Whom she’s placed in the wedding party. As Maid of Honor. And John just happens to be Best Man. Bloody brilliant.

The Curious Adventure of the Drs. Watson by ShinySherlock (M, 40,883 w. || BBC & ACD Fusion || Victorianlock, Time Travel / Magical Realism, Friends to Lovers, Love and Kissing, Romance, Body Swap) – What if ACD Watson and BBC Watson switched places…  “Imposter!” Hands clenching the lapels of John’s coat, Holmes shoved him anew. “Yes!” John agreed, nodding, and then grimacing. “Sort of!”

Bloody But Unbowed by BeautifulFiction (E, 43,211 w. || Abduction, John Whump, Mild Torture, Background Case Fic, Friends to Lovers, Post-TRF / S3 Rewrite, Hurt/Comfort) – When a familiar argument threatens to destroy the last remnants of John and Sherlock’s failing friendship, both men are left questioning their worth to one another. Before either of them has the chance to make amends, circumstance intervenes. John is left at the mercy of his abductors, and this time, he’s not sure Sherlock will bother coming to his rescue.

The Case of the Vanishing Pants by SwissMiss (E, 44,025 w. || Five and Ones, Post-TRF, Case Fic, UST, Homophobia, Friends to Lovers) – Five times John and Sherlock lost their pants in the course of a case.

Bedroom Tales by Junejuly15 (M, 49,950 w. || Friends to Lovers, Through the Years, H/C, Military Kink, First Kiss / Time, Romance, Insecure Sherlock, Voyeurism, Post-TRF, Ficlets, Fluff and Angst, Fix-It Fics) – Bedroom Tales is a collection of John and Sherlock ficlets. They are set at various stages of their relationship and are in no particular order. Some are fluffy, some sexy, some angsty, there is hurt and comfort, romance and love. What unites them is that they all play in a bedroom, but not necessarily the one in 221B.

In the Dark Hours by hubblegleeflower (E, 51,639 w. || Friends to Lovers, Unreliable Narrator, Closeted Bi John, Angst, Miscommunications, Slow Burn, First Time, John’s Blog / Epistolary) – John, wounded and silent, drifts back to Baker Street for healing…and then goes home again. He visits, gets more upbeat, chattier, smiles, jokes… and still goes home again. Sherlock wants him to move back in - it just makes sense - but John shows no signs of doing so. This is the story of how John and Sherlock learn to say what needs to be said when they’re both so very, very rubbish at talking.

Lost Without My Blogger by starrysummernights (E, 52,155 w. || Rev. Reich, PTSD, Hurt / Comfort, Fluff / Angst, Psychological Torture, Reunion Fic, Friends to Lovers) – John is abducted and declared dead. How will Sherlock cope without his blogger? How will he react when John comes back from the “dead?” Drama and angst with a healthy dose of romance. Part 1 of I’d Be Lost Without My Blogger

Wars We Fought, Things We’re Not by blueink3 (M, 55,204 w. || Parentlock, Fluff & Angst, Kidnapping, Whump, Post-TAB, UST, Slow Burn, Couple for a Case) –  Five months after John’s world has fallen apart, Mycroft sends the consulting detective and his doctor on a case that neither is prepared for.

31_Days_of_Porn_Challenge_2017 Series by distantstarlight (E, 96,540 w. across 31 stories || Prompt Ficlets, Assorted Kinks, PWP) – A collection in response to the 31 Days of Porn Challenge issued by AtlinMerrik! Thanks for doing that because this has been buttload of fun (that joke never gets old). All stories will be brief stand-alone one-shots.

The Wedding Garments by cwb (E, 105,390 w. || Alternate Future AU || , Alternate First Meeting, Dating / Arranged Marriages, Romance, First Kiss/Time, Heavy Petting, Cuddles, POV Sherlock, Virgin Sherlock, Idiots in Love, Slow Burn / Falling in Love / Dev. Rel., Nervous/Anxious Sherlock, Jealous/Cranky, Hiking, Vacation Homes / Honeymoon, Sherlock’s Family, Horny John/Sherlock, Patient John, Massages, Hand Jobs, Assassination Plots, Hand Jobs / Oral Sex) – This is the story of a young consulting detective who wants nothing to do with marriage and an army doctor who wants to find true love. It’s 2020 post-Brexit England and the British government is encouraging arranged marriages. Candidates meet through state-run agencies and date in hopes of finding love (and tax benefits). Sherlock doesn’t need or want a spouse, at least not until John Watson shows up. Hesitant to give in to his more carnal urges because of the way they derail his mind, how will Sherlock progress toward the more intimate aspects of a relationship? The answer lies in a very special wedding gift.

A Study in Winning by Jupiter_Ash (E, 106,658 w. || Tennis AU || John POV, Dirty Talk, Mutual Pining, Misunderstandings, Happy Ending, Sherlock Speaks French, Switchlock, Wimbledon) – 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? Part 1 of Tennis

between each beat are words unsaid by darcylindbergh, hudders-and-hiddles (T, 107,998 w. || Epistolary, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Angst, Happy Ending) – On their wedding night, John and Sherlock gift each other with the things they each said when the other could not hear, the things they each put down where the other could not see: a collection of writings that illustrate the way their love for one another has grown over the years. Part 1 of between each beat

Midnight Blue Serenity by BeautifulFiction (E, 151,907 w. || Friends to Lovers, Gay Bar / For a Case, Drugs, Pining, Case Fic, UST) – When Sherlock infiltrates a club in order to track down a serial killer, his altered appearance is enough to make John question his assumption that Sherlock is beyond his reach. However, is he the only one who appreciates his flatmate’s charms, or is Sherlock at risk of becoming the next victim?

A Fold in the Universe by darkest_bird (E, 152,869 w. || Omegaverse / Prime Universe Crossover || OmegaJohn / AlphaSherlock, First Kiss / Time, Friends to Lovers, Established Relationship, Angst, H/C, Dub Con, Humour) – Alpha Sherlock and Omega John are in a relationship. Prime Sherlock and Prime John are not. So what happens when a freak fold in the universe switches one John for the other?

Mise en Place by azriona (M, 161,004 w. || Restaurant (Kitchen Nightmares) AU || Sherlock is Gordon Ramsay / Celebrity Sherlock, Restauranteur John, Harry Plays Prominent Role, Alternating POV, Mutual Pining, Cranky Sherlock, Bed Sharing, Slow Burn) – John Watson had no intentions of taking over the family business, but when he returns from Afghanistan, battered and bruised, and discovers that his sister Harry has run their restaurant into the ground, he doesn’t have much choice. There’s only one thing that can save the Empire from closing for good – the celebrity star of the BBC series Restaurant Reconstructed, Chef Sherlock Holmes. Part 1 of Mise en Place

The Gilded Cage by BeautifulFiction (E, 326,887 w. || Omegaverse || Omega Sherlock / Alpha John, Friends to Lovers, Dub Con, Reproductive Rights) – In a world where Omegas are the property of the elite Alphas, locked away and treasured by those wealthy enough to buy them, John never questioned his flatmate’s secondary gender. Sherlock Holmes was an Alpha through-and through. Wasn’t he? A chance discovery turns the world on its head, and John is left grappling to come to terms with Sherlock’s past as events conspire to threaten their future.

[madnessismylover]

TUMBLR FIX YOUR SHIT

I like posts then tumblr forgets I’ve liked them

I try to use “Read More” but when I hit post tumblr just acts like I never did

I get asks that get cut off or I have people telling me they sent me asks but evidently tumblr ATE them

I’m scrolling on mobile TOUCH NOTHING and suddenly I’m back at the top of the blog/dash

it seems like every minute the tumblr app goes “tumblr went thud” “something went wrong” “couldn’t complete your request” Connection is flimsy. Try again?” “Oops. Try again?” When I’m not even doing anything. I’m just scrolling. EVEN WHEN I’M NOT ON THE APP (it’s open in the back)

I’m sure more things will go wrong but seriously @staff @support this is ridiculous. Fix your damn website.

[crazyexdirkfriend]

Oh no, Roxy likes dead things so she would be there for human taxidermy. But she also concerns herself with funeral and memorial, so that MIGHT be why her corpse isn't just. In the living room. / What I question is the ability to fail your God tier at all. Like saying Gpa IS a failed page of hope like it's a Thing™. I guess it's just semantics? It's just obvious that hes still being a page of hope, theres no way he can't be because that's who he is.

Sorry for the delay in replying to this; tumblr mobile ate the notification. Yeah, he is still a page of hope. Arguably, in reality, I think people would have different classpects if major events in their lives changed. But in HS it’s pretty evident that even though the guardians have vastly different lives to their kid counterparts that they have the same god tier. However, failing at your classpect wouldn’t make you not your classpect. You just wouldn’t have achieved your metaphorical and physical potential. Jake’s potential is to reconcile reality with illusion and have belief in the person he actually is, thus making who he is the person he wants to be in the most beneficial manner. Grandpa doesn’t do this and we assume puts forward a persona that he wants to be instead of reconciling it with who he is, and succumbs to the illusion of who Hass The Flame Harley is. It's not that he’s not a page of hope, or even that he’s a bad page of hope. He doesn’t achieve his true potential to the point where it’s a detriment to his health, his family and his life and tbh I’d call that failing your classpect

[diabolikangel158]

Hi, i sent an ask in earlier about this so I apologise if this is a copy but I'm fairly certain my mobile data wasn't working and it didn't send :) How would the DiaLover S&M boys react to finding out their female s/o is openly bisexual and has been actively involved in other relationships with other females in the past? Thankies

Your mobile data is fine, dear and its okay for the copy! I’d rather you feel secure about having your ask sent than wondering whether or not Tumblr ate it. Alright, I’ll do my best with this one and I hope you like it! Thanks for sending in your ask!

Shu- He would probably just call her a lewd woman, not being satisfied by just males. Despite a few sexual teases here and there, I don’t think he really cares. 

Reiji- He doesn’t like it. Reiji has a very perfectionist mindset and I don’t think bisexuality falls into his ideas of perfection. He might go as far as to think something is wrong with his lover. Perhaps try to… “fix” her, sadly. Well, at the same time though, I haven’t seen him go openly against bisexuals; same with all the other guys.

Ayato- First of all, he’d be upset that he wasn’t her first love. Second, she’s with him now and he’s the best, so obviously she’s seen the light. In his mind, she’ll obviously stay with him from now on so… who cares? She just better make sure she doesn’t eye anyone else; male or female!

Kanato- Hmmm… Kanato is a delicate situation. He, much like Reiji, doesn’t appreciate imperfection. He wants a perfect doll. He would most likely erase all those other relationships she had with others, so she only sees him. I do mean kill them by the way. So, in his eyes, she is perfect again because there is no evidence to prove her flaws except their memories, and she wouldn’t dare talk about it again.

Laito- Oh boy! He doesn’t care at all! Can you say THREESOME? He would think of all the fun it would be to add another girl into the mix of their sex lives.

Subaru- He would blush at the thought of his s/o having been with another girl, but other than that, he wouldn’t care. She just has him now and Subaru doesn’t plan on losing her, so her sexuality shouldn’t matter anymore. Not to him anyway.

Ruki- Livestock is Livestock. Sexuality won’t change that. Besides, you belong to him now so… it’s whatever.

Kou- Depending on the day and age, he might not like it. He is an idol and since bisexuals unfortunately get a lot of negative attention, he may not want to be with her anymore. It his job and he wouldn’t want to risk it, unless she really means something to him. However, nowadays, people are found to be more accepting, so he might keep her around.

Yuma- He’s a bit confused at first, because he’s never really encountered a bisexual person. He would ask questions about her past relationships and what it was like. Other than a bit of awkwardness after the initial discovery, all will be fine. 

Azusa- The muffin doesn’t care. He might want to know a bit more about her past relationships, perhaps feeling a bit insecure about whether she liked her relationships with girls better. One would have to reassure him.

[jincherie]

I just wanna say!

I'm about to go to bed because I have an 8am class tomorrow, but before I do!! Please know, I love checking out every reblog and reply because I love hearing what you guys say!! I always check when I see reblogs in my notifications and activity feed. Having said this, I've just noticed that despite the fact some of you have reblogged my posts (I know cause I clicked on your blog and saw it there 💖) I have not received notifications for that reblog!! Tumblr is doing me dirty apparently and some notifications are missing or just not showing up at all. This is annoying!! Not just cause I'm not getting notified, but it means I might have missed some notifications already from some people and might miss some in the future and that makes me really sad. So, I'd like to apologise in advance!! If you tag me or reblog something and want me to see/respond and I don't, it's not because I'm ignoring you!! It's just because Tumblr is being a butt and eating my notifications!! 😣 I'm sorry for people that might get their feelings hurt because of this!! I'm not ignoring you, I love you all 😊💞 ((On a similar note, a couple of weeks ago I woke up to a notification on mobile in the notification bar that someone with a url that had "chocolate-(something)" in it messaged me, but when I clicked on it to read it didn't show and there was no evidence of any message! I thought it was a glitch and Tumblr had just mistakenly notified me for something that didn't happen, but after this I realised one of you probably did message me and I am so sorry!! I tried rlly hard to read that message but gave up because it was like it didn't exist in the first place. Tumblr literally ate it. This frustrates me and I feel really bad, I'm sorry!! Feel free to send an ask or try messaging again if you'd like! I really am sorry Tumblr is doing us both dirty like this 😣)) Anyway, I just wanted to let you all know!! I believe communication and honesty are key and I'll always do my best to provide both of those to you guys! Goodnight~!💖

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ghostlyhunter replied to your photo “;;Hellish tidings to @thyajupimti1973, @shreddedwingsandlostwords,...”

I sent you the thing at the end of the rules I think. Unless Tumblr ate it.

[ Hullo, hullo~! Yes indeedy do you did send me the thing! I was just about to get jumping on it--I was actually digging around for inspo when I checked my activity. Please don’t be offended by my greeters: they exist to serve four main functions. One, the acknowledge that I have a new follower--which, from a secondary blog with no real way to make private communications, is important to me! Everyone ought to know they’ve been seen. <3 Two, they remind me who’s new here, so if a major rule of mine gets broken, I’ll know the appropriate response. (Someone following for a few months ought to know, for example, that all of my asks are sent on-anon and signed ~C.) Three, they appear in people’s activity pages and provide useful links for mobile users, so there’s no fuss and no worry if a user wants to, but cannot due to the app’s limited access, check some of my pages. Four, they remind me whose rules and about pages need to be read! :D

I’m sorry if you were hurt or offended by being tagged in it! :O It honestly just exists for those things--and what’s more, tagging/mentioning all of the new follower URLs helps me figure out who’s new and who’s not when the time rolls around to make the next greeter, in the event of mass unfollowings, etc. :)

--Under the cut is the “rule” in question regarding ghostlyhunter’s ask! :D

Thank you muchly for your time, dear! :D One starter, coming up soon~~~ ]

Although I do not mandate this as evidence of having read my rules–I trust all new followers to have looked them over prior to interaction–if you send my the phrase long live the king in an in-character ask, I will used the ask as a personalized starter for you.  I only ask that you copy-paste and mention me (@buggeredson) in a new thread rather than reblogging the ask itself. Just the phrase by itself will suffice for the message! Instituted as of Dec. 27, 2016.

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How I slept 7 hours: Sleep Saga Continued

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How I slept 7 hours: Sleep Saga Continued

Co-Sleeping 

There’s a lot to be said about co-sleeping. However, this post isn’t to hash out the safety precautions or to rave about the family bed. I simply want to write to share that co-sleeping is how I was able to sleep 7 hours last night. 

Seasoned co-sleepers will be nodding their approval I’m sure while others may cringe upon reading the words “family bed”, but my hope is that some where out there another tired Mama might be able to use one more suggestion to help her get a little more rest.

Milestones and Growth

My son is going through many milestone changes all at once.  It’s taking what seems like forever to cut his first tooth. Due to the drool and chomping, we’ve been expecting it for over a month now.  He’s recently hit 6 months and this past week, his constant eating and excessive night waking surely indicates the 6 month growth spurt. 

And now, my 6 month old is mobile! What?! Oh yes! He’s not full on crawling (yet!), but he is army crawling everywhere! It’s incredible. So we quickly did the baby-proofing shuffle. (I attribute this early progress to all the floor and tummy time with Daddy.)

If you’ve searched the web for anything like “why isn’t my baby sleeping? ” and insert the age of the baby, many times you’ll be reminded that during milestones, they just don’t sleep all that well.  Needless to say, my baby is feeling a little more clingy than usual.

So while I want to curse the lack of sleep, my “joy comes in the morning” as I realize all the amazing things my son is learning and has achieved. (Praise God for the fleas.)

Our 7 Hour Night

Usually I put my son to bed in his crib around 6:30pm. Then my husband and I are able to spend some time together and relax for the evening. My son wakes up to eat between 10:30 to midnight, then wakes up again a couple times in the early morning light sleep but can usually quickly be put back to bed.

Well, last night was a horse of a different color! He woke up at 9 pm and ate like he was starving! Then we went through the routine of burping and laying him back in his crib. No way, he wasn’t having it. Upon his head (or foot or hand) hitting the sheets, he immediately woke up and fussed. I don’t know how many times over the next hour I tried to lay him in his crib. It was a lot. He was perfectly content and asleep there on my shoulder.

So finally, I gave in to my own need for rest and went into his room to lay down on the mattress (on the floor) we use for his nap times. He stayed asleep. Until 5 am. What?! Oh yes! I didn’t know he could do that either!

Well, I may not have seen my own bed last night and I did miss my husband but getting to sleep without interruption for the first time in 6 months was incredible!

Decisions

I’m not really sure what’s around the bend. My husband and I discussed it this morning and we think we’re all finally ready to move our son’s crib into HIS room instead of in ours. We considered it at 4 months when he was growing out of the bassinet, but I told my husband I wasn’t ready, so we moved his crib into our room.

We also laughed as we realized, this probably means we’ll all be camped out in his room while he makes this transition. My son, me, my husband, who doesn’t want to sleep alone either, and our two dogs are moving into the nursery tonight! 

Go ahead and smile and laugh as you picture it. You know it’s funny. 

Right or Wrong

As I continue to post about our sleep/no-sleep adventure with our firstborn, (I say “our” because my husband is definitely in this “together” with me.) it dawned on me all the opinions that MUST be floating around out there.

Every parent does things differently (and from what I hear, differently from child to child as well), but it seems many people want to “put their oar” in without actually listening to the desires of the parent they’re trying to mentor.

There’s so much differing information about child rearing and it can be difficult to sift through it all, and very easy to feel like a failure once you chosen a path and then hear something different or read an article with a differing perspective. It can be downright stressful!

The fact is, God didn’t make us all from the same mold. Throughout creation you can see God’s appreciation for the unique. The individual characteristics and strengths He created in all of us is evident in our very children as we watch them grow. We appreciate these attributes in others, except perhaps it may seem, when it comes to parenting? 

Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE to tell my story. And I love to give advice to others. In fact, I’m known to apologize in advance and give permission for the other person to tell me “thanks, but, no thanks” when I want to give advice! 

What I want to encourage here is that the advice we are giving is given out of love. And may I also suggest that the advice given is for the benefit of the other person and not for our own parenting knowledge gold star or feather in our cap. 

This isn’t a plug for everyone’s “truth” is right for them. God’s truth is the only truth and He has made that very clear when it comes to right and wrong. God didn’t make us all the same, though he did gave us commandments about certain things. 

I think we can all agree that those commandments don’t cover what color I should wear today anymore than whether I should breastfeed one year or two (or, dare I say it, more. Gasp!). I mean look at how different we all are from one another! Naturally we’re going to have different parenting styles as well. 

Wisdom in a Multitude of Counselors

Don’t go it alone. There is something to be said for asking for godly advice in all aspects of our life. Proverbs says, there is wisdom in a multitude of counselors. So choose a few people you trust and ask for their perspective. They may come up with some good ideas you haven’t thought of yet! 

And for those unsolicited advisors, don’t tune them out completely. You may be able to glean some gold nuggets from their experiences. Be encouraged, that their intentions are most likely good, they just aren’t very graceful about how to tell their story or offer advice that doesn’t sound judgmental. Chances are they don’t know how it makes you feel.

So wherever you are in your journey, whatever your challenge, take heart that although we are all different people, you can surround yourself with loving and encouraging people to help you through it. Even if no one else knows what to suggest in your situation, you can always ask them to pray for you. 

“Bear one another’s burdens…” Galatians 6:2a

“Where there is no counsel, the people fall; But in the multitude of counselors there is safety.” Proverbs 11:14

“…Weeping may endure for a night, But joy comes in the morning.” Psalm 30:5b

Let us hear from you!

What advice might you have for my situation? What, if any, sleep challenges have you had with your children?

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[inevitably-johnlocked]

Do you have any fics where Sherlock actively protects and/or defends John? Not like I’m-leaving-to-protect-you, but like standing-and-facing-aggressors-to-protect-and-defend?

Hi Nonny!

Ahh, I actually do, but I end up classifying it under “John Whump” or “Possessive Sherlock” LOL. Here’s what I got for you!

PROTECTIVE SHERLOCK

See also:

John Whump / Sherlock Takes Care of John

John Whump / Sherlock Takes Care of John Pt. 2

Jealous & Possessive Sherlock

The Moment When by drekadair (K, 509 w. || TGG Fic, Friendship, First Person POV Sherlock, Introspection, Worried Sherlock) – Sherlock sees John in the pool, and doubts. Set during the end of "The Great Game."

Promise of Sussex by LittleLongHairedOutlaw (T, 705 w. || First Person POV Sherlock, Sherlock Whump, Angst, Pining, Ambiguous Ending) – John tries to keep Sherlock conscious after he's been shot on a case.

Promises Kept by grannysknitting (K+, 844 w. || John POV, Hurt/Comfort, Friendship / Pre-Slash, Sherlock’s Violin, Worried Sherlock, John Whump, Post-TGG) – When they were in hospital, Sherlock made a promise to himself. Now he's keeping it. Set after 'Polygamous Marriage' but before 'Back in the Saddle'

Possessive by Fang323 (T, 850 w. || John Whump, Hospitalization, Possessive / Protective Sherlock, Friendsdhip, Hurt/Comfort) – His John did not belong. Not here. Not in this blasted hospital. It simply was not logical.

Burn Burn by Jenn1984 (K+, 925 w. || Post-TGG, Angst, Worried / Panicked / Possessive Sherlock) – A week after the events of "The Great Game", Sherlock returns to 221B Baker Street to find it empty.

Back in the Saddle by grannysknitting (M, 1,577 w. || Post TGG, Donovan POV, Observation / Introspection, Protective Sherlock, Injured John, Case-ish Fic) – Their first return to solving crime after the pool and the explosion.

One in Ten Thousand by Blind Author (K+, 1,856 w. || Post-TGG, Friendship / Pre-Slash, Discussions of Violence, Worried then Curious Sherlock, Scars/John’s Bullet Wound, Medical Anomolies) – John seems to have unusual mobility for a shoulder wound…

Those Days by StillWaters1 (T, 2,663 w. || Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, PTSD / Sensory Attacks, Caring Sherlock) – If Sherlock had danger nights, then these were John's danger days.

Domino by Deception's Call (K, 2,689 w. || Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, Scared / Worried Sherlock, John Whump, Crying Sherlock, Hospital, Implied Caretaker Sherlock) – When John is injured on a case and is admitted to the hospital, those at Scotland Yard come to realize that perhaps Sherlock Holmes has a heart after all.

It Was All Right There In Front of Him (A Five Times Plus One Story) by bees_stories (T, 3,191 w. || 5+1, Protective Idiots, Grooming, Bed Sharing, Lestrade POV) – DI Greg Lestrade is a good detective. But sometimes he doesn’t trust the evidence in front of him, until there’s a compelling reason to do so.

Wish I Was In Heaven Sitting Down by standbygo (M, 3,282 w. || Post-S4, Five Plus One, Missing Scenes, Parenthood, First Kiss, Friends to Lovers, Cuddling & Snuggling, Hurt/Comfort, Declarations of Love, Fluff, Food, John Whump) – Five times when Sherlock and John ate together, and one time they didn't. A history of the boys, in food.

The Dangers of Dating by verityburns (T, 3,325 w. || Friendship, Case Fic, No Slash, John Whump, 3G, Worried Sherlock) – Sherlock and John acquire a new client... with a very unusual problem.

All That I Have by the_arc5 (M, 3,721 w. || Post-TGG Canon Divergence, Pining Sherlock, John Whump, Anxious / Worried Sherlock, Light Angst) – In the aftermath of the Great Game, Sherlock finds himself with a new weakness. John is both the cause and the cure.

Every Step of the Way by Shi-Toyu (T, 3,795 w. || Romance, Hurt/Comfort, John Whump, Car Accidents, Care Taking, Pre-Slash) – When John is injured on a case, Sherlock can't forgive himself. Everyone expects him to give up on his flatmate and get bored, but he'll prove them all wrong by sticking with him... every step of the way.

Afghanistan in Baskerville by Amaya Ramiel (K+, 4,357 w. || THoB Fic, Hurt/Comfort, Drugged John, PTSD / Panic Attack, Hallucinations, Worried Sherlock, John’s Past, Friendship) – What if John hadn't seen the hound when Sherlock trapped him in the lab? What if instead, his very real nightmares of the war had materialized all around him? Trapped and drugged, John can't tell what's real and what's not. How will Sherlock react?

Let Down by Gandalf3213 (K+, 4,505 w. || Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, John Whump, Insecure John) – John truly is sorry for letting Sherlock down. The only thing he wanted to do was finish the case, but bleeding out in a dark alley makes it harder for him to pursue that murderer running out of sight.

Applied Linguistics by what_alchemy (M, 4,837 w. || Possessive / Anxious Sherlock, Introspection, Bed Sharing, Past John Whump, Est. Rel., Marriage Proposal, Sherlock Loves John So Much, Word Play) – “He wants to shake John by the shoulders, wants to open his mouth and swallow John whole. Wants to marry him.” Sherlock searches for the right words.

Welcome Home, John by slashscribe (G, 5,504 w. || Post-S3, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Awkwardness, Stabbed Sherlock, Protective Sherlock, Panic Attack (Sherlock), Self Esteem Issues, Love Confessions, First Kiss) – When John moves back to 221B, he thinks he’s the broken one, but after a while, it becomes clear that he might not be correct.

BANG by ElvendorkInfinity (T, 7,016 w. || Post-TGG AU, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Worried / Scared Sherlock, Alternating POV, Whump, Hospital Recovery, Open Ending) – 'I should warn you,' Sherlock says, his voice steady and his eyes fixed on Moriarty. 'You are sadly misinformed.' And he fires. Prequel to M Is For Moriarty

Inconvenient Timing by TheMadKatter13 (M, 7,072 w. || Omegaverse || Omega John/Alpha Sherlock, Romance, Public Heat, Scared John, Protective / Worried / Possessive Sherlock, Post-TBB AU, Caring Sherlock, Pre-Slash, Happy Ending) – When John's heat failed to appear three times in a row after he was shot, he figured it was just another broken piece off the broken toy soldier. So he was rather surprised to feel it start out of the blue...and not at all pleased with it starting while he was on the tube.

On Favors and Keeping Score by Ewebie (G, 7,622 w. || Hurt/Comfort, Sick Fic, Fluff, John Whump) –  John woke up to the horribly unpleasant sound of his clock alarm. Which meant he’d slept through his phone’s alarm. And for a moment he glared blearily at the noisemaker before smacking at it with his palm. Ugh, he felt like rubbish. The back of his throat was burning with the irritation that heralded a proper dose, his nose was threatening to drip every few seconds, and he had the uncomfortable flush that normally suggested a fever. Nothing high, just uncomfortable. Nothing deadly, just irritating. Nothing worth calling in sick with, just a full day of discomfort in the face of other people’s discomfort. It was going to be a day where he was forced to bite his tongue from telling people off. “You’re not as sick as I am, so off you pop.” Part 7 of Tumblr Shorts

The Hours Before Midnight by Lady Sam Mallory (T, 7,773 w. || TGG Fic, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Torture / John Whump, Kidnapping, Drugging, Alternating POV, Worried / Protective Sherlock) – Moriarty doesn't play fair. John must deal with hours of torment from Moriarty before going to meet Sherlock at the Pool at the end of the Great Game and Sherlock must deal with the consequences of his boredom.

Victim, Bait, Hero, Friend by KimberlyTheOwl (T, 7,887 w. || Post-TGG Epilogue, Angst, Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, Introspection, Past Kidnapping / Torture / Implied Rape, Panic Attacks, Worried / Possessive Sherlock, Lestrade is a Good Friend) – Some insights into why John was perfectly willing to throw everything away for a chance to kill Moriarty at the pool. Trauma, ugliness, and finally healing. Some nice supporting work by Lestrade as well.

A Friend Indeed by Sanru (K+, 8,190 w. || Missing John, Friendship, Drama, Introspection, Possessive Sherlock, Worried Sherlock) – Something has gone terribly wrong with a supposedly simple case. John Watson is missing. While the search for him is proving to be fruitless, it has made Sherlock realize that having an emotional attachment to someone may have its disadvantages but he liked being able to call John his friend. Now if only he could find out what happened to him...

My Life for His by QuinnAnderson (E, 8,816 w. || Guardian/Protector, Greek Mythology || Growing Up, Sex, Religious Themes, Suicide, Minor Character Death) – It began when Sherlock was eight, and he attempted to climb all the way up to the highest branch in the old willow tree in his back garden. He'd thought he was still small enough that it could support him, but the second he'd grabbed hold of it to pull himself up, the branch snapped, and down he went, plummeting a solid twenty metres.The odd thing was, he never actually hit the ground.

A Is For Aftermath by ElvendorkInfinity (T, 10,567 w. || Injury / Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Friendship/Pre-Slash/Bromance/Platonics, Hallucinations, Introspection, Insecure / Worried John, Big Brother Mycroft, Alternating POV, Anxious Sherlock, Self-Deprecating, Mildly Possessive Sherlock, 3G Moment) – John is still hallucinating, Sherlock cannot sleep, and Lestrade has a new case for them. But will life at 221B ever be able to return to normal? Epilogue to M is for Moriarty.

The Dying Doctor by Transcendental Starlight (T, 11,258 w. || Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, Sick John / John Whump, ACD Rewrite) – Loosely based off ACD's "The Dying Detective." Sherlock relives a case that should have killed him, but instead resulted in John being hospitalized for a deadly disease. Sherlock endeavors to catch the murderer, while attempting to envision a future without John Watson. No Slash.

A Building of Bridges by Unique (K, 12,325 w. || Drama, Alternate First Meeting, John’s PTSD / Flashbacks, Mute John, Dialogue-Heavy, Caring Sherlock, Friendship) – No one would ever send Sherlock in to diffuse a stand-off; but on one unlikely day, that's exactly what happened. "Congratulations, Lestrade," he called out sarcastically. "You're traumatizing a war veteran."

Always the sun by Rose de Sharon (K+, 12,377 w. || Song Fic, Alternate Post-TGG, Friendship/Bromance, Hurt/Comfort, Introspection / Reflection, Injury Recovery, Obsessive / Protective Sherlock, Nightmares, John’s Past, Bed Sharing / Cuddles) – Sherlock ponders about how much his life has changed since John has become his flatmate.

Hope for Heroes by Richefic (K+, 16,887 w. || Post-TGG Fic, Introspection / Flashbacks, Friendship/Epic Bromance, Hurt/Comfort, Worried/Anxious Sherlock, Sherlock Admires John, BAMF John, John Deduces, Fancy Party, John’s Self Esteem, Domestics) – In the final moments of "The Great Game" Holmes hopes he will have the chance to tell his flatmate that he was wrong. Heroes do exist after all and the one in front of him is called Dr John Watson.

Let's Make a Bed Out in the Rain by theimprobable1 (M, 17,664 w. || Pining, Angst & Fluff, First Kiss, Unrequited, Protective Sherlock) – John is devastated after his long-term girlfriend leaves him. Sherlock helps him through it.

A Life Well-Lived by Kate_Lear (E, 20,121 w. || Original Male Character, Sherlock Woos John, Jealous Sherlock, Reluctant Bi-John, Past Abuse, Insecure John, Reassuring / Caring Sherlock, Protective Sherlock, Understanding Sherlock) – John got scared off men by an abusive past relationship. Sherlock has to try and woo him while not scaring him off with protective possessive rage.

The Vapor Variant by 88thParallel (CanadaHolm) (M, 72,684 w. || Post-THoB, John Whump, Protective Sherlock, Guilty Sherlock, Anxious/Worried Sherlock, Virgin Sherlock, Angst with Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, PTSD John, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Suspense, Virus, Sickfic, Big Brother Mycroft) – They stood face to face in the middle of a clearing. The dim light of the moon barely allowed Sherlock to see the glassy terror in John’s eyes and the sweat that glistened off his forehead. His nose was bleeding again, blood dripping in a slow stream from his right nostril. They were both gasping for air, John’s eyes locked on Sherlock’s. There was no recognition there, just wild animal fear. Time stood still for an eternal few seconds, and Sherlock took a shaky breath. “John—”Spell broken, John spun and bolted back into the woods. Still heaving for air, Sherlock took off after him.

[ourlittledinosaur]

How I slept 7 hours: Sleep Saga Continued

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How I slept 7 hours: Sleep Saga Continued

Co-Sleeping 

There’s a lot to be said about co-sleeping. However, this post isn’t to hash out the safety precautions or to rave about the family bed. I simply want to write to share that co-sleeping is how I was able to sleep 7 hours last night. 

Seasoned co-sleepers will be nodding their approval I’m sure while others may cringe upon reading the words “family bed”, but my hope is that some where out there another tired Mama might be able to use one more suggestion to help her get a little more rest.

Milestones and Growth

My son is going through many milestone changes all at once.  It’s taking what seems like forever to cut his first tooth. Due to the drool and chomping, we’ve been expecting it for over a month now.  He’s recently hit 6 months and this past week, his constant eating and excessive night waking surely indicates the 6 month growth spurt. 

And now, my 6 month old is mobile! What?! Oh yes! He’s not full on crawling (yet!), but he is army crawling everywhere! It’s incredible. So we quickly did the baby-proofing shuffle. (I attribute this early progress to all the floor and tummy time with Daddy.)

If you’ve searched the web for anything like “why isn’t my baby sleeping? ” and insert the age of the baby, many times you’ll be reminded that during milestones, they just don’t sleep all that well.  Needless to say, my baby is feeling a little more clingy than usual.

So while I want to curse the lack of sleep, my “joy comes in the morning” as I realize all the amazing things my son is learning and has achieved. (Praise God for the fleas.)

Our 7 Hour Night

Usually I put my son to bed in his crib around 6:30pm. Then my husband and I are able to spend some time together and relax for the evening. My son wakes up to eat between 10:30 to midnight, then wakes up again a couple times in the early morning light sleep but can usually quickly be put back to bed.

Well, last night was a horse of a different color! He woke up at 9 pm and ate like he was starving! Then we went through the routine of burping and laying him back in his crib. No way, he wasn’t having it. Upon his head (or foot or hand) hitting the sheets, he immediately woke up and fussed. I don’t know how many times over the next hour I tried to lay him in his crib. It was a lot. He was perfectly content and asleep there on my shoulder.

So finally, I gave in to my own need for rest and went into his room to lay down on the mattress (on the floor) we use for his nap times. He stayed asleep. Until 5 am. What?! Oh yes! I didn’t know he could do that either!

Well, I may not have seen my own bed last night and I did miss my husband but getting to sleep without interruption for the first time in 6 months was incredible!

Decisions

I’m not really sure what’s around the bend. My husband and I discussed it this morning and we think we’re all finally ready to move our son’s crib into HIS room instead of in ours. We considered it at 4 months when he was growing out of the bassinet, but I told my husband I wasn’t ready, so we moved his crib into our room.

We also laughed as we realized, this probably means we’ll all be camped out in his room while he makes this transition. My son, me, my husband, who doesn’t want to sleep alone either, and our two dogs are moving into the nursery tonight! 

Go ahead and smile and laugh as you picture it. You know it’s funny. 

Right or Wrong

As I continue to post about our sleep/no-sleep adventure with our firstborn, (I say “our” because my husband is definitely in this “together” with me.) it dawned on me all the opinions that MUST be floating around out there.

Every parent does things differently (and from what I hear, differently from child to child as well), but it seems many people want to “put their oar” in without actually listening to the desires of the parent they’re trying to mentor.

There’s so much differing information about child rearing and it can be difficult to sift through it all, and very easy to feel like a failure once you chosen a path and then hear something different or read an article with a differing perspective. It can be downright stressful!

The fact is, God didn’t make us all from the same mold. Throughout creation you can see God’s appreciation for the unique. The individual characteristics and strengths He created in all of us is evident in our very children as we watch them grow. We appreciate these attributes in others, except perhaps it may seem, when it comes to parenting? 

Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE to tell my story. And I love to give advice to others. In fact, I’m known to apologize in advance and give permission for the other person to tell me “thanks, but, no thanks” when I want to give advice! 

What I want to encourage here is that the advice we are giving is given out of love. And may I also suggest that the advice given is for the benefit of the other person and not for our own parenting knowledge gold star or feather in our cap. 

This isn’t a plug for everyone’s “truth” is right for them. God’s truth is the only truth and He has made that very clear when it comes to right and wrong. God didn’t make us all the same, though he did gave us commandments about certain things. 

I think we can all agree that those commandments don’t cover what color I should wear today anymore than whether I should breastfeed one year or two (or, dare I say it, more. Gasp!). I mean look at how different we all are from one another! Naturally we’re going to have different parenting styles as well. 

Wisdom in a Multitude of Counselors

Don’t go it alone. There is something to be said for asking for godly advice in all aspects of our life. Proverbs says, there is wisdom in a multitude of counselors. So choose a few people you trust and ask for their perspective. They may come up with some good ideas you haven’t thought of yet! 

And for those unsolicited advisors, don’t tune them out completely. You may be able to glean some gold nuggets from their experiences. Be encouraged, that their intentions are most likely good, they just aren’t very graceful about how to tell their story or offer advice that doesn’t sound judgmental. Chances are they don’t know how it makes you feel.

So wherever you are in your journey, whatever your challenge, take heart that although we are all different people, you can surround yourself with loving and encouraging people to help you through it. Even if no one else knows what to suggest in your situation, you can always ask them to pray for you. 

“Bear one another’s burdens…” Galatians 6:2a

“Where there is no counsel, the people fall; But in the multitude of counselors there is safety.” Proverbs 11:14

“…Weeping may endure for a night, But joy comes in the morning.” Psalm 30:5b

Let us hear from you!

What advice might you have for my situation? What, if any, sleep challenges have you had with your children?

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