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grasshoppergeography · 5 months

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Hey All,

I've been away for some time, as we've been working really hard on something quite exciting:

let me present to you the world's first ever global ocean drainage basin map that shows all permanent and temporary water flows on the planet.

This is quite big news, as far as I know this has never been done before. There are hundreds of hours of work in it (with the data + manual work as well) and it's quite a relief that they are all finished now.

But what is an ocean drainage basin map, I hear most of you asking? A couple of years ago I tried to find a map that shows which ocean does each of the world's rivers end up in. I was a bit surprised to see there is no map like that, so I just decided I'll make it myself - as usual :) Well, after realizing all the technical difficulties, I wasn't so surprised any more that it didn't exist. So yeah, it was quite a challenge but I am very happy with the result.

In addition to the global map I've created a set of 43 maps for different countries, states and continents, four versions for each: maps with white and black background, and a version for both with coloured oceans (aka polygons). Here's the global map with polygons:

I know from experience that maps can be great conversation starters, and I aim to make maps that are visually striking and can effectively deliver a message. With these ocean drainage basin maps the most important part was to make them easily understandable, so after you have seen one, the others all become effortless to interpret as well. Let me know how I did, I really appreciate any and all kinds of feedback.

Here are a few more from the set, I hope you too learn something new from them. I certainly did, and I am a geographer.

The greatest surprise with Europe is that its biggest river is all grey, as the Volga flows into the Caspian sea, therefore its basin counts as endorheic.

An endorheic basin is one which never reaches the ocean, mostly because it dries out in desert areas or ends up in lakes with no outflow. The biggest endorheic basin is the Caspian’s, but the area of the Great Basin in the US is also a good example of endorheic basins.

I love how the green of the Atlantic Ocean tangles together in the middle.

No, the dividing line is not at Cape Town, unfortunately.

I know these two colours weren’t the best choice for colourblind people and I sincerely apologize for that. I’ve been planning to make colourblind-friendly versions of my maps for ages now – still not sure when I get there, but I want you to know that it’s just moved up on my todo-list. A lot further up.

Minnesota is quite crazy with all that blue, right? Some other US states that are equally mind-blowing: North Dakota, New Mexico, Colorado, Wyoming. You can check them all out here.

Yes, most of the Peruvian waters drain into the Atlantic Ocean. Here are the maps of Peru, if you want to take a closer look.

Asia is amazingly colourful with lots of endorheic basins in the middle areas: deserts, the Himalayas and the Caspian sea are to blame. Also note how the Indonesian islands of Java and Sumatra are divided.

I mentioned earlier that I also made white versions of all maps. Here’s Australia with its vast deserts. If you're wondering about the weird lines in the middle: that’s the Simpson desert with its famous parallel sand dunes.

North America with white background and colourful oceans looks pretty neat, I think.

Finally, I made the drainage basin maps of the individual oceans: The Atlantic, the Arctic, the Indian and the Pacific. The Arctic is my favourite one.

I really hope you like my new maps, and that they will become as popular as my river basin maps. Those have already helped dozens of environmental NGOs to illustrate their important messages all around the world. It would be nice if these maps too could find their purpose.

#maps reimagined #geography #cartography #maps #my art #rivers of the world #ocean drainage basins #ocean maps #river maps

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forestduck · 3 months

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#facebook #chicken #sumatra #sumatra chicken #black chicken #long tail #poultry #animals #rooster #animal #farm

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dzgrizzle · 4 months

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Top 5 Coffees of 2013

Chai Latte with a shot of Espresso (“Dirty Chai”) at Lazy Labrador Coffee House in Kennesaw, GA

Bohemian Blend from Dancing Goats Coffee Bars in Decatur, GA

Sumatra Mandheling, locally roasted at Cool Beans Coffee in Marietta, GA

Old Friends Blend (“earthy, smoky, bold, stout” – just like me), locally roasted at Because Coffee in Dawsonville, GA

The Witching Hour, a limited edition dark roast from Death Wish Coffee

#coffee #chai latte #espresso #bohemian #sumatra #dark roast #dark roast coffee #dark roast coffee beans #death wish coffee #locally roasted coffee #indie business #black coffee #coffeehouse #coffee house

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blindmanspuff · 1 year

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Black Works Studio Ships S&R and Rorschach Sumatra - Cigar News

Black Works Studio Ships S&R and Rorschach Sumatra - #Cigar News @BLTC_Cigars #cigars

Black Works Studio (BLK WKS) is set to ship the Limited Release, S&R, and the new Rorschach Sumatra. Both are rolled at Fabrica Oveja Negra in Esteli, Nicaragua. S&R is a limited release that was last seen in 2018. RORSCHACH Sumatra is an extension of the Rorschach line. Very excited for the return of S&R. This year’s release features a beautiful dark Sumatran wrapper mixed with Ecuadorian…

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#Black Label Trading Company #Black Works Studio #James Brown #Rorschach #Rorschach Sumatra #S&R

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libraryofmoths · 8 months

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Moth of the Week

Macrocilix maia Moth

Macrocilix maia

The Macrocilix maia moth is a part of the family Drepanidae. It was first described in 1888 by John Henry Leech as a part of the genus Argyri. It has no recognized common name and is mainly called by its scientific name.

Description

The forewings and hindwings are a matching cream color and slightly translucent. The main attraction of the wings are two mirror images of a fly, one on each forewing. The body of the “fly” is black with red eyes/head and a white accent in the middle of its abdomen. They are outlined in amber and black with amber specks on the outer edge of the forewing called the outer margin. The hindwings have an amber splotch on the innermost edge, called the inner margin, that transitions to black and white as it reaches the corner. This is meant to look like a bird dropping that the flies are eating.

The body is a matching amber/dark brown as the bird dropping to blend in. The antennae are cream.

Wingspan Range: 3.7 - 4.5 cm (≈1.46 - 1.77 in)

Diet and Habitat This moth mainly, feeds on the Chinese Cork Oak as larva and do not feed as adults.

They are found around Asia in Borneo, China, India, Japan, Korea, Peninsular Malaysia, Sumatra, and Taiwan. This moth prefers habitats like forests and jungles.

Mating The eggs are laid close to the host plant and adults are emerge in May. Mating season is presumably around this time.

Predators This moth is most recognizable by its use of mimicry. It’s wings resemble flies eating bird droppings to make it appear unappealing to predators. It also gives off a bad smell to further sell the act.

Fun Fact The type of camouflage this moths uses is called Batesian mimicry. Named after Henry Walter Bates, Batesian mimicry is when a palatable animal, or one without toxins or poison, evolves to look like an unpalatable/undesirable animal to protect itself from predators.

(Source: Wikipedia, Moth Identification)

#libraryofmoths #animals #bugs #facts #insects #moth #mothoftheweek #lepidoptera #Macrocilix maia #Macrocilix maia moth #Drepanidae

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mutant-distraction · 2 months

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White Bat Flower

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Tacca integrifolia, the white batflower or black lily, is a species of flowering plant in the yam family of Dioscoreaceae. It is native to tropical and subtropical rainforests in hilly regions of South Asia from Pakistan to Bangladesh, Indochina, Malay Peninsular, Sumatra, Java and eastern China.

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only-horse-polls · 28 days

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Fictional Horse Tournament (FHT)

Starting list - Group Haley

All media of origin are listed in parentheses and sorted in alphabetical order. Character names are not sorted in any order.

The Captain (101 Dalmatians)

James Baxter (Adventure Time)

Widow, Spider-Horse (Amazing Spider-Man, Spider-Verse, Vault of Spiders, Spider-Geddon, Marvel)

Amika (Amika)

Glory (A Song of Ice and Fire)

Honor (A Song of Ice and Fire)

Silver Mare (A Song of Ice and Fire)

Stranger (A Song of Ice and Fire)

Gaudior (A Swiftly Tilting Planet, Time Quintet)

Aurea (Aurea de wilde pony)

Philippe (Beauty and the Beast)

Jewel (Bella Sara)

Thunder (Bella Sara)

Bella (Bella Sara)

Fiona (Bella Sara)

Nike (Bella Sara)

Firewalker (Bella Sara)

Star (Bella Sara)

Arapaho (Bella Sara)

Lenape (Bella Sara)

Moonfairy (Bella Sara)

Starlight (Bella Sara)

Sunflower (Bella Sara)

Mustang (Bella Sara)

Elymyn (Bella Sara)

Pantheon (Bella Sara)

Amadeus (Bibi and Tina)

Sabrina (Bibi and Tina)

Black Beauty (Black Beauty)

Ginger (Black Beauty)

Merrylegs (Black Beauty)

Angus (Brave)

Kona (Breyer #100111, Wind Dancer)

Brisa (Breyer #100113, Wind Dancer)

Sirocco (Breyer #100112, Wind Dancer)

Sumatra (Breyer #100105, Wind Dancer)

Casey (Casey the Utterly Impossible Horse)

Horse (Centaurworld)

Major (Cinderella)

Rafal (De ontsnapping van Rafal)

Pipo (De Bleshof, Het eerste optreden)

Isobel (De Bleshof, Alles voor mijn paard)

Tjitske (De Bleshof, Een echt paardenmeisje)

Pepijn (De Bleshof, Pepijn is de allerliefste)

Pico (De zoektocht van Pico)

Galupy (Diddl)

Unimon (Digimon)

Binky (Discworld)

Susan, Joshua (Doctor Who, A Town Called Mercy)

Arthur (Doctor Who, The Girl in the Fireplace)

Rocinante (Don Quixote)

Mary Lou, Primrose (Dragon Quest IV: Chapters of the Chosen, Dragon Quest V: Hand of the Heavenly Bride)

Peggy Sue (Dragon Quest VI: Realms of Revelation)

Red Hare (Dynasty Warrior)

Leonard (Elden Ring)

Ixion (Final Fantasy X)

Kokuoh, 黒王, Kokuō (Fist of the North Star, 北斗の拳, Hokuto no Ken)

The Nokk (Frozen II)

#FHT #Group Haley

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fleeting-sanity · 4 months

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Saxan in Coral Island.

Happy New Year to you. My lazy son as NPC and LI. I think this took about a month to make. 70% of that time is taken by the wedding outfit alone. Commentary on each outfits and his personality backstory under Read More if you're interested :)

Your local veterinarian. He was a bratty and wild child, something his parents tried to coach him out of. Instead, he developed into a lazy and apathetic young man, and eventually his parents learned to accept the person he is. However, he sensed that he's the black sheep or "failure" compared to his successful big twin sisters, irregardless of how baseless it is. Cares for animals, not so much for humans. His character arc can go two ways depending on what you chose during the dialogues. His birthday is on 28th Spring.

He's my Star Wars OC actually. He's a Zakuulan Prince, so I incorporated that aspect into his merfolk form. If you don't see him around town, he might be underwater!

His spring outfit is based on the doodle I have of him from an ask lol. I kinda like the color cyan on him!

I forgot that Scott has a similar hibiscus shirt so I figured it was too late to modify it... Oh well.

Not much to say other than I kinda have a hard time deciding what he should wear for autumn.

He looks super snug. I really gotta learn how to draw coats to make them convicingly thick idk. He lowkey dislikes winter.

I kinda debated on if I should put body hair on him but I decided not to seeing almost every male NPC has them. I think. Yes, it's the ace flag colors.

If you marry him he'll appear in Aesan Gede, the South Sumatran (Palembang) traditional wedding attire. I can't really have his hair free because it'll get stuck on all the golden bits but I kinda am not feeling the bun either so back ponytail it is. Debated whether I should draw the Sundanese one (am half-Sundanese) because it's easier but South Sumatra has been under-represented in Indonesian media so my Srivijayan pride kicked in. Also tumblr keeps killing the transparency for some reason >;[

Does he look Prince-ly enough here? He's based on the barracuda fish. Considered making him a naga like the rest of the in-game merfolk royal family but I've actually drawn him as a merman before so I want to keep him as a... fish. blublubblub.

I'm currently playing his twin sisters and I'm having a hard time choosing the LIs for them helpppp

And no, sadly I'm not a backer on Kickstarter (source: golongan miskin) this is just art.

#coral island #my art #swtor oc #coral island oc #artists on tumblr #asian culture #palembang #indonesia #indonesian culture #cultural clothing #merman #potato prince #potat prince #heritage #indoblr #illustration #concept art #character concept

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asiaphotostudio · 7 months

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Indonesia, 1990 Lake Toba, Sumatra, Indonesia. インドネシアスマトラ島トバ湖 Photography by Michitaka Kurata

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l0velylecter · 1 year

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PLEASEEEE, I need more of Lana Del Rey vinyl coded men a.k.a Philips Graves and Captain Price (maybe a 'million dollar man' inspired(?) fic) if you're still taking request or not busy 🫦🫦 everytime I listen to her, all I can think about are these fine men 😩 your writing is EVERYTHING btw, chef's kiss 👌 also, don't forget to take care of yourself!!! 🫶

(I'll be 🧸 anon if you don't mind 👼)

Look like a million dollar man — captain john price / f!reader

— “you're screwed up and brilliant, look like a million dollar man”

summary : price takes you to an opera and fucks you in the backseat of his bentley after pairings : captain john price / reader fandom : call of duty modern warfare ii pairing : f!reader / captain john price rating : e for explicit, minors don’t interact (mdni!), not safe for work (nsfw!) warnings : graphic descriptions of sex, cursing tags : female parts, kissing, making out, praise kink, size kink, sugar daddy vibes, papa smurf takes you to an opera alternative title : the cod : mw ii men as lana del rey songs, vol.ii song used for inspiration : million dollar man by lana del rey

01| You stared at your face in the bright, fogged bathroom mirror. This must be a dream. You thought, staring back at the dress, the earrings, the bracelet— everything was bought and gifted to you by Price, right down to the skin. Subsumed, like Venice, into his world. This wasn’t all of it. One last parcel laid unopened by the foot of your bed. The pristine, white bow holding it together gracefully. You glanced worriedly by the window, swallowing your nerves to unwrap it, knowing John would be here soon. When the Bentley pulled up by your driveway, you were already by the door, still adjusting the heels. He was in a black wool overcoat: double-breasted, with gold outlines around the buttons, scarf draped over his shoulders. He lit a cigar and smiled at you: eyes crinkling by the corners with mirth. They paused to admire the necklace : the centerpiece to the carefully crafted costume Price had catered for your date tonight. You released the trembling breath you didn’t know you were holding.

02| He doesn’t start the car right away, lingering to watch you. John didn’t need to say anything. You can tell from the look in his eyes, the hitch in his breath as he cups your cheek to stroke the skin with his thumb. Yet he compliments you anyway. The warmth of his hand as they helped you down the stone steps earlier, still stubbornly clinging onto your fingers. You look exquisite. You hide your smile, and he tips your chin his way, angling your face as if to kiss you — only to retract, starting the car and letting the hum reverberate down the interior. Knowing that if he were to kiss you now, you'd never make it on time.

03| You looked down at the crashing ocean of people beneath. Bright dresses and black tuxedos. The flash of gold and expensive watches and sharp eyes. Above the house, lights started to fade. The sound of shifting fabric dwindled down to a monotonous murmur. You smiled, sinking into the glamor, entertained by the show of music and plot. And in the periphery of your mind, you stole a few glances at John. With your arm around his, resting atop the soft fabric of his suit, he chose you over the performance. You joked that he should pay attention, or else that would be at least a hundred worth of pounds down the drain. He let out a small smile. Thousands, actually. John didn't look the slightest bit remorseful. 04| By the end of the night, draped in his coat, you descend into his cologne — it’s aromatic. He tells you it has patchouli oil from leaves grown in Sumatra. Clove bud oil from Zanzibar, bay oil from the East Indies. Cinnamon and Carnation. Your head feels heady as you parade past the crowd. People were looking, eying you — eying John in an almost envious and approving way. How could they not stare, love? It’s true. The jewelry should be under a sport of lights and protected behind a ten millimetre thick glass instead of around your chest, cold and heavy, sporting two emeralds, hundreds of diamonds, and a litter of fine pearls. You shivered in delight, spine straightening when Price’s fingers skimmed it. Backless dresses. He seemed to have an obsession with that lately. 05| The stretch was almost too much. His cock was thick, leaving you struggling to relax around it.

Breathe. John reminded. You tried, but the further he pushed, the less room there seemed to be for air. Static was overtaking your mind, the heat making you melt into the leather seat. You've only been apart for half a year, and still, your body needed to be accommodated. He's ruined you for other men. There was no one like him. You were sure of it, nails digging into his shoulders. Just don’t stop. You begged, tears pricking your eyes. Don’t stop.

He tells you how good you are. With each thrust, he emphasized just how sweet and good, and exquisite you are. And suddenly, you were being lifted, gripped by strong arms, and manhandled around to face him, knees on either side of the captain’s hips — cock pulsing inside of you. When you came, you let out a string of ‘thank yous.' They quivered past your lips, your chest heaving up and down: the jewels reflecting the white, translucent light brought by the moon across his face. His beard scratches your chin as he shudders, hot liquid running down your legs and ruining the million-dollar coat around your naked body.

a/n : HI 🧸 ANON THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING THIS, THIS WAS SO FUN FOR ME TO WRITE BECAUSE I AM A FELLOW LANA FAN <3 and i am lowkey obsessed with men who are lana del rey vinyl coded ( this is the consequence of being exposed to her music at such a young age, anyways ) thank you again for requesting, i know you said graves as well but i feel like it’s better to include him in a separate work ! don’t worry though, i have more graves content coming up soon because this silly evil man has me on a chokehold 😔 in the meantime, merry christmas and enjoy this fic ! i hope you’re having a wonderful time with your loved ones, thank you for the sweet reminder to take care of myself ❤️ → also for those curious the bentley i chose as a hc for price is a 2003 Bentley Arnage T !

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todaysbat · 2 months

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Palm Oil

The demand for Palm Oil in products has led to massive deforestation in Sumatra, Borneo and other Southeast Asian countries, leading to habitat loss for many species, ranging from tigers to numerous species of bat.

So what? You ask. It isn't like there's anything I can do about it.

Well, guess what, there is something you can do, and it doesn't involve a boycott.

Just look for this label on products containing palm oil:

image description: the RSPO certified symbol with a green palm and the words 'Certified sustainable palm oil' in black and 'RSPO' in orange around it

This symbol indicates that the palm oil used meets the sustainability standards of the Roundtable on Sustainable Palm Oil (RSPO).

Further Reading:

RSPO website: https://rspo.org/

Get involved as an Individual | RSPO: https://rspo.org/as-an-individual/

RSPO ScanApp (France only): https://rsposcanapp.com/

Products with RSPO Label | RSPO: https://rspo.org/as-an-organisation/our-trademark/products-with-rspo-label/

Palm Oil Scorecard | World Wildlife Fund: https://palmoilscorecard.panda.org/#/home

PalmOil Scan | Cheyenne Mountain Zoo and World Association of Zoos and Aquariums: https://www.waza.org/news/waza-palm-oil-scan-app/

#palm oil #how you can help

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pleistocene-pride · 9 months

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The lar gibbon also known as the white handed gibbon is an endangered primate in the gibbon family, Hylobatidae which is native throughout Indonesia, Laos, Malaysia, China, Myanmar, Burma, Thailand, and Northern Sumatra. They sport the largest contiguous range of any gibbon species and typically inhabit lowland and submontane rainforest, mixed deciduous bamboo forest, and seasonal evergreen forest.They are a diurnal, arboreal, and social species which lives in familial groups comprised of a mated pair or polyandrous group and there young offspring which often communicate via there loud & distinctive calls. The diet is comprised mostly of fruit, leaves, flowers, vines, insects, and eggs. Lar gibbons are themselves eaten by tigers, clouded leopards, marbled cats, crested serpent eagles, and reticulated pythons. Both sexes reach around 16 – 24in (41 -61cms) in head to body length and 8-17lbs (3.6 -7.7kg) in weight. As gibbons they are true brachiators, propelling themselves through the forest by swinging under the branches using their arms. Reflecting this mode of locomotion, the lar gibbon has curved fingers, elongated hands, extremely long arms and relatively short legs. The fur of this animal can vary from dark brown to ginger, tan, or cream in coloration. Its face is black, with a distinct white ring of hair around it. Its hands and feet are also white. Mating may occur year round but typically peaks during the dry season around March, after a 6-7 month pregnancy a mother lar gibbon will give birth to a single baby. For the first 4 to 6 months of its life, the infant is nursed and carried around by its mother. She then carries it around less and less, and it begins eating solid food, before becoming fully weaned by 2 years old. After weaning it is primarily cared for by its older siblings, and after 3 years it in turn starts caring for its younger siblings as well. Lar gibbons reach sexual maturity between 6 to 9 years of age at which point they leave there familial group in search of mates. Under ideal conditions a lar gibbon may live upwards of 25 years.

#animal #animals #lar gibbon #gibbon #ape #primate #pleistocene #pleistocene pride #white handed gibbon #white hand gibbon #asian #asia

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anonymousewrites · 2 months

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A Study of the Heart and Brain (Book 3) Chapter Five

Father Figure! Sherlock Holmes x Teen! Reader

Chapter Five: Explosive Compartment

Summary: Sherlock, John, and (Y/N) find a strange train compartment underground.

Sherlock, (Y/N), and John made their way through the labyrinthine maintenance tunnels. Turning corners, going down ladders, and navigating walkways, they arrived at Sumatra Road’s unopened station. It was dark and empty, perfectly ready for use but never opened to the surface.

Sherlock shone his flashlight around and frowned. “I don’t understand.” The missing train compartment wasn’t anywhere to be seen. “There’s nowhere else it could be.”

“There’s a bend,” said (Y/N), shining their flashlight at the tunnel ahead. They approached the edge of the platform, and Sherlock grabbed their shoulder.

“I’ll go first,” he said protectively, crouching and lowering himself down to the tracks below.

“Hang on!” said John. “Aren’t those live?”

“Avoid the rails,” said (Y/N), jumping down next to Sherlock, who was quick to make sure that they only followed where he stepped.

“ ‘Course, yeah. Avoid the rails. Great,” grumbled John, getting down and following them.

“This way,” said Sherlock.

“Are you two sure?” asked John, keeping his flashlight carefully on the live rails around them.

“Yes,” said Sherlock, and sure enough, as they rounded the bend, the missing carriage was revealed in front of them.

“Look,” said (Y/N), shining their flashlight above the train.

The vent above it was open, and an arrangement of demolition charge plugged the space. John sucked in a breath, and Sherlock nodded in acknowledgement. The three got onto the train and began to look around. The compartment itself had to be the origin of the explosion to set off the others—why else would it have been hidden?—so the bomb had to be on it.

Sherlock, John, and (Y/N) looked into every nook and cranny of the train. Sherlock searched the driver’s cab, (Y/N) stepped onto the seats and looked at the luggage racks above, and John looked at the seats.

“It’s empty. There’s nothing,” said John in confusion and frustration.

From their view on the seats, (Y/N) spotted black and red cables running behind the seat backs. “There is.”

They hopped down and moved to the seat where the wires ended. (Y/N) raised the cushion and tossed it to the side.

“There’s definitely a bomb,” they said matter-of-factly, staring at the mess of wires and cables in the empty space.

Sherlock moved up next to them, carefully pushing them behind him. It wouldn’t do anything if the bomb went off, but his natural protectiveness of (Y/N) came out in moments like that.

“It’s not just carrying explosives,” realized Sherlock. “The whole compartment is a bomb.”

(Y/N) lifted other seat-cushions and nodded. “The whole thing is wired to explode.”

Sherlock took a few steps back and looked at the devices in each of the seat-cushions. The cables all had to lead from somewhere. Something had to control the train-bomb. His eyes landed on the floor panel in the middle of the compartment. He knelt and pulled it up. Sure enough, the mother bomb—the one that would be detonated to set off the others—stared up at them.

John took a shaky breath, and even (Y/N)’s eyes widened as they stood face-to-face with a device that could kill them and most (if not all) of Parliament, not to mention all the civilians around the building at this time.

“We need bomb disposal,” said John.

“There may not be time for that now,” said Sherlock.

“What do we do?” asked (Y/N), looking at Sherlock.

The lights of the train switched off suddenly. John let out a gasp, and Sherlock reached out to grab (Y/N) to make sure they were safe. They squeezed his arm when they found it.

In the floor panel, the device lit up, and the countdown began. 2:30 turned to 2:29…2:28…2:27…

“Can we rip off the timer or something?” said John urgently.

“That would set it off,” said Sherlock, looking at the bomb intently.

He needed to shut it off. Yes, he could spend time talking to John and maybe get to an emotional moment to really reconnect with him, but Sherlock wouldn’t risk (Y/N) or their emotional health. They were angry enough at him for lying about his death; he wouldn’t lie about this.

“Sherlock, you have to know how to fix this,” said John worriedly.

“I’m working on it,” said Sherlock, searching through the wires.

John cursed. “This is why we should have called bomb disposal or the police!”

“They wouldn’t have gotten here in time,” said (Y/N), shining their flashlight down at the bomb while Sherlock worked.

They were nervous, too, but they refused to show it. They would do what they could to let Sherlock disarm it.

“In case this goes wrong,” said Sherlock. He could give himself a bit of honesty while he fixed this.

“Don’t start that,” said John.

“No, John,” said Sherlock. “I need to.” He glanced at John and (Y/N) before focusing on the wires again. “I’m sorry for all the hurt I caused you.”

John and (Y/N) looked at each other in surprise and worry.

“John, I’m sorry for interrupting your proposal. I’m sorry for messing that up. But you’re my…friend. And I wanted to see you again,” said Sherlock.

“You bloody idiot, you know I wanted you alive. I was just angry you didn’t tell me sooner,” said John, his tough love coming through with earnestness. “I find this stuff difficult, but…you are the best and wisest man that I have ever known.”

Sherlock smiled and pulled the entire device out of the floor panel. Finally, he could really get to the more intricate parts.

“And (Y/N), I’m sorry for leaving you,” said Sherlock. They didn’t look away or narrow their eyes, so he continued. “You’re my kid. I never should have done it. But I just wanted you safe. I know that it was unfair of me to expect you to forgive me, though. But I am so very sorry. You mean the world to me. I just couldn’t let you get hurt.”

“I know,” said (Y/N) softly. “I just really missed you, Dad.”

Dad.

It was a single world, simply said. But to Sherlock, it meant everything. (Y/N) wasn’t in a state of panic saying it. They were calm and clear-minded. That was what they really thought of him. Sherlock was (Y/N)’s dead.

Sherlock smiled. The rift was healing. He hadn’t lost his kid, the person who meant more to him than his own life. He pulled open the loosened panel of the bomb.

“I missed you, too,” said Sherlock. He flicked the switch within.

The countdown halted. 0:57 shone a dim red in the darkness. John let out a relieved breath, and (Y/N)’s shoulders relaxed.

“You bloody—You knew it! I knew it!” shouted John, equal parts angry and relieved.

“You knew how to turn it off,” said (Y/N).

“It took me a moment, though,” said Sherlock, shrugging.

“You’re such a dramatic bastard,” said John.

“There was an ‘off’ switch I needed to get to,” said Sherlock. “There’s always an off switch. Terrorists can get into all sorts of problems unless there’s an Off switch.”

Outside of the compartment, various torch beams shone across the walls of the tunnel. John jumped and was instantly on edge.

“Not terrorists,” said Sherlock before (Y/N) got nervous.

“Police?” asked (Y/N). Sherlock nodded. “You called them before we got in here.”

“Well, I texted Lestrade,” specified Sherlock.

“So you did get the police,” exclaimed John.

“Of course. But they would’ve gotten into the way earlier,” said Sherlock.

(Y/N) smiled. “Good job.”

Sherlock smiled in return. “You would have done just as well.”

(Y/N) straightened in pride at the praise.

“If you ever risk that again, I’m killing you,” said John.

“Oh, please, killing me—so two years ago,” said Sherlock. He was quite proud when (Y/N) smiled and suppressed a laugh. His kid was recovering. They were going to be alright.

After Sherlock crowed to his brother for solving his case and the whole group had to deal with reporters crowding 221B again, they finally settled in to have some tea. Mrs. Hudson had made them tea and biscuits (“Just this once because I’m happy to have you back, Sherlock. I’m not you’re housekeeper”). Now, Sherlock, John, and (Y/N) sat in their traditional seats while Mary sat in the client chair. Maybe one day she’d get her own chair. Lestrade also stood in the room since apparently it was a whole party for the return of Sherlock.

“So, when’s the date?” asked Mrs. Hudson, going straight to grilling John and Mary about the wedding since she knew John had been planning to propose. She did not know he’d been interrupted.

“Er, well, we thought May,” said Mary, smiling.

“Oh! Spring wedding!” exclaimed Mrs. Hudson.

“Yeah. Well, once we’re actually engaged,” said Mary.

(Y/N) glanced at Sherlock, and he didn’t respond to the pointed remark.

“We were interrupted last time,” continued Mary.

“Well, I can’t wait,” said Lestrade, smiling widely. “You will be there, right, Sherlock, (Y/N)?”

“I’ve never been to a wedding,” was (Y/N)’s response. “But I’ll go.”

“Weddings—not really my thing,” said Sherlock.

The door opened, and Molly walked in. “Hello, everyone,” she said.

“Hey, Molly,” said John, and (Y/N) nodded.

“This is Tom,” said Molly, gesturing to the man next to her.

Latest boyfriend, thought (Y/N).

Tom looked strangely similar to Sherlock—she’s really struggling to get over Dad, thought (Y/N)—and everyone looked between the two uncomfortably.

Lestrade composed himself. “Uh, hi,” he said awkwardly.

“It’s really nice to meet you all,” said Tom in a friendly manner.

“Wow. Yeah, hi, I’m John,” said John, trying to recover. “Good to meet you.” He shook Tom’s hand.

(Y/N) just nodded and went back to their tea. They just wanted to enjoy the moment they’d been given between crazy pieces of life. Sherlock was back. Their family was together. (Y/N) wouldn’t let themself waste the calm.

John was the last to leave 221B’s little party and watched as Tom and Molly left. “Did you, er…?”

“I’m not saying a word,” said Sherlock, deciding to tactfully ignore Tom’s resemblance to him and spare Molly embarrassment (for once).

“Probably shouldn’t,” said (Y/N).

“We solved the bomb case,” said John suddenly. “But we still have a problem.”

“The bonfire,” said (Y/N), knowing what he was talking about.

John nodded. “Why did they try to kill them? Why the bonfire?”

“A warning,” said (Y/N).

“Yeah, but about what?” asked John.

“I don’t know.” Sherlock furrowed his brow in irritation. “I don’t like not knowing.” He looked at John and (Y/N). “But I’ll find out.”

“We’ll find out,” said (Y/N), correcting him.

Sherlock smiled fondly. “Right. We’ll find out.” They were a team.

“Don’t pretend you’re not enjoying this,” said John.

“Hm?” said Sherlock, pretending he didn’t know.

“Being back. Being a hero again,” said John. “You’d have to be an idiot not to see it. You love it.”

“I’m happy to be back for other reasons,” said Sherlock, gazing at first John and then (Y/N).

“Will you ever tell us?” said John.

“Tell you what?” asked Sherlock.

“How you survived jumping off a building?” said John, looking at his best friend intently.

“You two know my methods. I am known to be indestructible,” said Sherlock.

“No, but seriously,” said John. “You were dead. We went to your grave.”

“I spoke to you,” said (Y/N) quietly.

“I know. I was there,” said Sherlock.

“I wished you were back,” said (Y/N).

“I heard you,” said Sherlock, smiling.

John rolled his eyes, but he looked at Sherlock with begrudging fondness. “Fine. Keep your secrets. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He walked out the door.

Sherlock and (Y/N) walked back into 221B, just father and child.

“I visited your grave a lot,” said (Y/N) suddenly.

“You did?” said Sherlock.

(Y/N) nodded and avoided eye-contact. “I told you about the cases I took.”

“Do you want to tell me again now?” asked Sherlock, offering another space for them to open up.

They looked up at him and nodded.

“Alright, then,” said Sherlock. He sat down in his armchair and smiled at (Y/N). “Start with the most boring and work your way up.”

(Y/N) smiled and sat down on their couch. They reached out and took a lollipop from the untouched bowl Sherlock had made for them. “There was this one with a wife whose husband disappeared two days a week…”

Sherlock listened intently as (Y/N) started to come alive as they spoke to him. Their familiar lollipops were back. They were speaking to him happily.

Sherlock and (Y/N) were healing. Their family would be alright.

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