#i think i‘m going insane bc this can’t be

[wonwoosthetic]

bestie I just got back and I HAD AN AMAZING TIME

1. At the end when they said their final goodbye I almost cried

2. Cheol had the crowd BARKING and said he was never forget this day

3. They want to come back to Houston

4. Seungkwan official name is Boouston (Boo x Houston)

5. Vernon sung single ladies

6. They made it carats priority to sing for DINO and Mingyu

7. Carats believe seventeen were staying at the Hilton hotel which is next to the venue bc 3 figures were waving their flashlights out the window. ( I don’t think it was bc they deadass would be giving away their location)

8. Woozi and Wonwoo had a grip on fans

9. Their were carats dressed as carats and cokes

10. Seungkwan and the translator ( he learned what the word “touch” means when it comes to feelings)

11. I WILL BE GOING AGAIN

12. S.Coups wants to be #1

13. The cheers were everything and all members were loved

14. The screens were so small that you could barely see the lyrics for Imperfect Love but the members said they loved what they heard but from where I was it wasn’t silent but it wasn’t loud.

15. HOSHI TIDDIES MANNNN HE SO FUCKING FINE

16. I can’t believe they’re real.

17. My ankles hurt from Aju Nice. I’m not lying my ankles are ready to give out

18. They were so so beautiful

19. Carats were so kind

20. I’m starting to forget so much but I’m so FUCKING DOWNBAD FOR VERNON ❤️❤️❤️

21. I tried so hard to lose my voice. I kid you not my chest hurts and my throat

BABES😭😭😭

I love this long message omg!!!♥️♥️♥️

Barking?!?!?! Carats are something else😂😂

BOUSTON, I CAN‘T😭

I‘m gonna rush to Twitter right after answering your guys‘ messages to look at the videos!!! Vernon single ladies?!? Woozi?!? Wonwoo??!?

Waving their flashlights is definitely something seventeen would do, but you’re right, it would reveal their location, but maybe they’re already flying again tomorrow, so they don’t really care? Idk, but I wouldn’t be certain about it being them :)

YOU‘LL BE GOING AGAIN?? YEYYYYY👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

S.scoups😂😭 you’re already #1, don’t worry (but so are all of the other members, but don’t tell him that🤫)

I‘m so glad that Carats sang to imperfect love😫♥️

HOSHI‘S TIDDIES DESERVE THEIR OWN POSTCODE

I‘m so happy to hear that even in the back sections you were jumping and dancing to Aju Nice!!!🥰🥰🥰

VERNON HAS BEEN GETTING TO ME MORE AND MORE TOO ISTG, BUT I NEED TO STAY IN MY LAINE😫😫😫😫

Well, get a good night sleep🤍🤍 I’m so so so soooooo insanely happy for you and that you got to have this experience and see our boys🥰♥️ and the fact that you enjoyed it SO MUCH just shows how truly amazing they are!!! I really hope that you’ll get to see them again (like you mentioned👀♥️) and until then, carry the amazing memories of the concert with you♥️♥️

#it brings me so much joy knowing that you had such an amazing time #you have no idea #I‘M SO HAPPY FOR YOU #♥️♥️♥️♥️

[epsilontauri]

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#don’t reblog #i will block #dysphoria #dysphoric #chest dysphoria #chest dysphoria vent #i think i‘m going insane bc this can’t be #that my chest has gotten bigger? this can’t be right??? #i‘m 24 i can’t have another growth spurt or whatever shit that is #and i‘m sure i didn’t gain weight or something or even if it’s a bit of weight gain bc i stopped meds and eating properly?????? #they can‘t have grown that much #i hate it i hate it i hate it #i need them gone NOW #AND THIS STUPID THERAPIST KEEPS FUCKING GHOSTING ME AND EVERY NOW AND THEN SHE COMES WITH ‚just one or two more week‘ #FUCK YOU EVA!!!!! ITS BEEN ‚a week‘ SINCE FUCKING MAY #like ffs my binders hurt again and i don’t really want to buy more bc she keeps promising me that i will get my indication soon #i don’t want that #i don‘t want to wait #i don’t want my chest to grow #i just want to transition and just finally feel more comfortable in my fucking skin #i just can’t stand that paralysing feeling that creeps within my chest and spreads through me #and i can’t keep wearing my binder bc my back is fucked

[karkles-does-things]

Do you have any voice hcs for your ocs :0

OH BOY OH BOY OH BOY HERE WE GO

Callie - This Vine (I found a compilation of vines this person made so take this too lol)

(All Mask Voices Have Electronic Overtones)

Yellow Mask - Ena’s Happy Voice (the vid includes her drunk voice but that’s a different v/a)

Pink Mask - Barrett Wilbert Weed (I told my sister what I knew about Pink Mask’s Voice and she pointed me to BWW bc she’s a dirty theater kid)

Monkey/Green Mask - Pinkie Pie

Eagle/Metallic Mask - gosh this one is just a vibe I have at the back of my head so this I guess?? But like without the accent

Wolf/Red Mask - Robotic Fizarolli

Simeon - Listen. I’m going insane. I can’t find a sample for this anywhere. It’s Michael Keaton okay BUT NOT Michael Keaton like straight up, don’t think that, it’s Michael Keaton BUT ONLY AS Porco Rosso in the English dub of the Ghibli movie of the same name PLEASE SOMEONE KNOW WHAT I‘M TALKING ABOUT-

The Captain (Larry) - Tankman (but specifically the way Johnny Utah voices him for FNF)

#chaos story lmbao #my ocs #story asks #callie tag #simeon tag #larry tag

[jolivia-things]

LOL, I‘m screaming 😂😂. I have never seen such an obvious showmance!! Everything happening in the last few days is just ridiculous.

We know exactly why he was „seen“ with her at the weekend and Deuxmoi kinda publishing it exclusively.

I mean he was throwing her a bone just like the PR anon on tumblr predicted would happen. That’s why we got the pics at the weekend and in combination with that normally unreliable, but in this case pretty real blind everything makes sense.

Like Harry and his team gave in to her nagging about more PR bc she’s such a huge liability to his image and they wanted to cushion the „break up“ and stop her from blabbing bullshit afterwards. Funnily he is seen almost daily alone as if to show maybe even if just subconsciously that she’s not around him. Shortly after that „exclusive“ of them going on „pub dates (yes they said multiples 😂) and trying to be lowkey but allegedly living together“ 😂😂 we get articles about MP and Harry’s nude scenes with only mentioning the „relationship“ as rumored. It’s pretty clear which articles are put out from which team.

Then this one came out:

https://www.gossipcop.com/reports-say-things-are-cooling-off-between-harry-styles-and-olivia-wilde/185115/?amp%23click=https%3A%2F%2Ft.co%2FTZ3BXMXZp4 -> what is a contradiction in itself bc it says not to trust tabloids and such but still trying to say how „Holivia is going strong“ 🤦🏻‍♀️.

Olivia not posting for her sons actual birthday and not posting much about her kids in general in the last few months and not calling the paps for a while but all of a sudden after the „totally coincidental and totally not staged pics with Harry“ 🤦🏻‍♀️ she is at it again with the solo pap walks, the infamous vampires wife’s bag is back and she’s posting lots of stuff again exactly on the day of Harry’s Gucci campaign drop. Just like after his Grammy win she’s using her association with him for herself. Can she be any more transparent?? But now she’s not in Barnes but Marylebone bc you know, she can’t have people think she lives still with Jason after all her efforts of denying it.

And on top of all of this the new Gucci campaign is about how fake Hollywood is and how and I quote: „ there’s something aspirational to it, this controlled interaction where the line between banter, friendship and PR stunt is playfully blurred“. You can’t make this shit up! 🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️😂😅

Funny how she’s now wearing a mask but in every report of the people who saw her with Harry over the weekend said she wasn’t wearing one. And also funny how she’s now wearing normal clothes and not looking like a slob or wearing the pink beanie.

He's not "throwing her a bone" or "giving in" - this is as much his doing as hers. They wove this tangled web together, it was literally his managers wedding they went to together bold as brass back in January.

Your analysis of this is good though. Deux Moi used to be a reliable place to get celeb info as it was all submissions by normal people, but now it's been taken over and it's just a PR machine. So unreliable.

She is such a liability to his image long-term though especially as the director of the movie he's in. I don't know what he and Jeff were thinking, it's insane.

[thechampagnelovers]

Hiya I‘m your anon from yesterday just popping back in to wish you a Happy New Year! It was really nice just chatting a bit. Hopefully you feel better today and got to spend the day well. Being by the beach with the family sounds amazing! And now being blessed with the TPWK video. I am just really happy right now. Hope you are too. x

Hi love 🤍🤍🤍 thanks sm and happy new year to you 🤍 I love chatting about anything lol so if you’re bored or need to talk I’m always here!

I went to bed really early last night bc I was feeling really bad again and I was just sooooo tired and ngl I was a little sad. Like, I can’t believe a whole year has gone by and nothing happened, all my plans were ruined, I didn’t meet anyone (as in romantically) :/ I barely saw my family and friends. I think the only thing that didn’t make me go insane was tumblr where I could share my creativity and make friends and I’m eternally grateful for that, bc I wouldn’t have made it

But I’m more optimistic about this new year, I’ll get back to reading and I’ll study and start running and ofc I’ll keep writing my Star Wars fic and making edits 🤍 hopefully once we get the vaccine I’ll be able to go back to uni and things will be normal again (I just signed in yesterday to get the vaccine, but since I’m not a risk group I’ll probably be one of the last people to get it)

I just woke up and found out about the video! It looks like it’s gonna be his biggest video and it’s gonna have a lot of production. I wonder if he filmed in the don’t worry darling set 🤔 if my wife Florence shows up I will pass away. seriously

I’m so happy you’re happy love 🤍

#ask #personal #beer nony

[sometimesrosy]

It‘s always funny to see how ppl are split in teams when it comes to the Blakes. Some say O was selfish when she wanted to hear him say Ily and others say B has no right to say he wanted her dead while he said part of her. I think O needs to hear him say it bc she is afraid that their bond is forever destroyed and he is the only one who gives her a connection to her non Bloodreina self. It was said that L was her home but B is more her home as I‘m not leaving w/o my brother and I have no home s2

I’d say I’m more on Bellamy’s side. I don’t really think it’s “funny” that people need to put them on sides and make another fanwar between them, but I mean, i think it’s *odd* that people feel the need to do that.

I don’t think it’s selfish that she wants him to say he loves her. It makes sense. She does still love her brother. And she was an ABSOLUTELY horrible person. She’s never done ANYTHING before that threatened the loss of Bellamy’s love, even when she beat him and treated him like crap. I mean, it’s actually a problem that she could do whatever she wanted to him and he’d still be there for her. That’s a lack of healthy boundaries. She was raised in a room and never allowed to leave, but to Bellamy, she could do whatever she wanted because he felt guilty and he was trying to keep her alive and sane. I do NOT think she’s insane, though. I don’t think she’s crazy at all. She CHOSE to do evil and it burdened her soul. That’s not crazy.  She might need to hear him say he loves her, but she doesn’t get what she wants just because she wants it, which is something she’s been indulged with as blodreina, being the center of her underground universe. Kind of like she was the center of her locked-in-the-room universe on the ark. I mean she had 1000 people doing what she said in the bunker and only 2 doing what she said on the ark, but it’s a familiar dynamic, and it didn’t help her at ALL. Psychologically speaking. 

And that Bellamy has learned how to live without fear and be supported by his family, he’s finally been able to stand up and say NO, to Octavia. He had to realize that even though he loved her, she went to far and she wasn’t allowed to do whatever she wanted and be approved just because he loves her. 

I’m not sure why anyone would think Bellamy didn’t have a right to say he wanted her dead. Octavia did it first. She ACTUALLY sentenced him to die. I mean, she might have told him secrets to help him survive, but she put him up against her mentor, a FORMIDABLE fighter. She also sentenced Clarke to die. To an execution, with no chance to get out of it. 

If she has the right to sentence other people to die, why doesn’t Bellamy have the right to say that part of him still wants part of her dead? 

I honestly don’t understand fandom. How they’ll set up such sharp doublestandards and excuse their favorites of the exact same thing they condemn the characters they dislike for?

I think Octavia has EARNED Bellamy’s disappointment and loss of love. You simply CAN’T do whatever you want to people and expect them to be good to you. That is abuse. In seasons 3 and 4, I defended Octavia and said that she was not abusive to Bellamy, because she didn’t have the power to be abusive to him, but that their relationship was not healthy and she did have the potential to be abusive. Octavia season 5 was absolutely abusive. Not only to Bellamy, but also to her people. She abused her power and was a tyrant. And you don’t get a pass on that because you’re a favorite or beloved. Sorry.

Healthy boundaries are important. 

I do however think Octavia is VERY important to the story of humanity being redeemed and creating a new society. Octavia REPRESENTS humanity as a whole. To be honest, last season I thought they might have replaced her symbolic place with Madi, and I was reading all these signs that they were going to kill off Octavia, and I thought she was going to be martyred, as the symbolic death of the old traumatized humanity. But instead they saved her at the last minute, and that means she was never replaced as the symbolic humanity. 

Octavia NEEDS to be redeemed. Just like Bellarke managed to save humanity from destruction at the last minute, the delinquents saved Octavia at the last minute and now Octavia needs to do the hard work of REDEEMING herself. 

I think it will take two seasons, but I think she will have hope again, she will have healed from her trauma enough to carry on and love again and believe again and find her essential goodness again, which she lost when Lincoln died.

So. Like. I’m still on Bellamy’s side, because Bellamy is the one who is drawing the line in the sand and saying “No. You have to be the good guy, or you cannot be a part of my family.” AND HE’S RIGHT.

But I am on Octavia’s side because I want her to be redeemed and become a good guy again. 

THIS is how this show will save humanity. The character represent the larger concept of redeeming humanity. In order to bring humanity back from near annihilation, they have to bring Octavia back from the darkness. 

Right now, no one has a home. And humanity did that. They killed their home. The earth is dead. 

And let me tell you something else. Neither Lincoln nor Bellamy is Octavia’s home. She has to find her home IN HERSELF. Neither of them can give meaning or security or purpose. That’s codependency. She has to stand on her own two feet and make the right choices herself. Not because either of them want her to.

#the 100 #the blake siblings #octavia blake #redemption #and the soul #symbolism #humanity

[slytherhell]

Send these to your favorite Authors and let them blab! What is your total word count on AO3? How often do you write? Do you have a routine for writing? What’s your favorite kinks/tropes/pairing? Do you have a favorite fic of yours? Your fic with the most kudos? Anything you don’t like about your writing? Now something you do like! Send it to some of your favorite Authors to spread some love

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Total word count on AO3 : 60634 ( and this is with the 3/4 of my fics still not updated since being posted. i’m not sure how it’s this much already, the word count, that is. the most amount of words i’ve written - for a total fic - was about 5k words; then it went up to 16k+ after the food fair entry . just think of how big my total word count could be when i get my writing muse back! )

How often I write: I used to update regularly, back in about 2015. Every day, I would have a new chapter for my fics (on Wattpad, because that was my first main writing platform, but Wattpad’s dead now so we’re here.) 

In fact, I used to have a full writing plan; I had about ten hp fics on my account. I picked out the top ones I had the most muse for - which was three, two drarry and one wolfstar - and told myself I would update those fics whenever I felt inspired to. 

In the end, I ended up updating those fics three times every week for a good two months, and I had about 24ish chapters for the drarry fics, and close to 20ish chapters for the wolfstar ( I started that fic at a later time than the other two. )  

I kept this pattern up, and made sure that everyday after school, I would clear a writing space for myself on my bed so I could write. That helped me a lot and I had so many creative juices...it was insane how much I wrote.

Now, however, I write only whenever I feel inspired to and have enough time + energy ( aka, when I don’t pass out from exhausation and not working on too many things in school - I had and still have a lot of /art/ projects. )

I try my best to write all of my ideas down, but I usually don’t have much inspiration to turn them into longer fics, or anything beyond a simple idea, so most of those get chucked and forgotten.

The ones I do manage to keep around, I usually scribble down the idea on a piece of paper, and write a starter line and/or paragraph to see how it would look if I were to continue it as an actual fic, then determine what I do with it when I get home.

There’s no true definition as to how much I write. I would just say I write depending on my current mood and situation.

Writing Routine: 

It used to start in either a swivel chair in the corner of my room, or at the wooden dining room table with a hot mug of fruit-flavored tea. ( It now varies from sitting upright on my bed with music blasting out of my headphones, on the living room couch with the low murmur of the t.v. in the background, or laid sprawled out on the floor with a Kubz Scouts video in the background. )

I try to take a few minutes to write the beginning paragraph on paper, or at least attempt to outline the story ( this usually lasts for about five minutes because I CANNOT sit still, and I’ll fidget a lot if I’m required to sit still for a while. ) 

I’ll usually look up fics of the similarity to whatever I’m writing, and get further story inspiration from them ( I’ll usually keep those fics up in a seperate tab to read back over when I need help and/or a burst of writing  inspiration )

If it’s something I‘m not quite sure about, or something I’m not properly educated on, I ALWAYS do a good bit of research before even remotely writing about it. ( This is something I do NOT skip over, like at all. )

I’m almost always blasting music or video audio through my headphones whenever I write ( I search and listen to music when I write, depending on the theme and the feel of the story. If I’m writing fluff, you’ll probably catch me listening to beautiful piano music. If it’s a dark story - gods, I love dark stories - I’ll be listening to dark music, be it dark piano versions of songs, ambient horror music. And lastly, if I’m writing something emotional, I’ll usually stop by songs that made me cry and sad as child, or that cause me to zone out of reality in present day. )

I try to set a timer whenever I write. ( While it intimidates me, it also pushes me to write more because me eyes are constantly flicker over to the timer, and the closer I see it move down to zero, the faster I write and edit. I kick in about a good twenty words at the very start of the countdown. )

( And unless you wanna hear me rant about how much I get off task and procrasinate writing whenever I can’t figure out how to make a scene work or something of the sort, then this is pretty much it. Oh, and I do a few read-overs and editing when I’m done with the first rough draft. )

Kinks in Fics:

I really like a good ‘ol leather kink in a fic ( specifically when the second half of the pairing, *cough, cough* draco in a drarry fic* is pulling on and stretching on leather gloves, and I blame @mzuul for that because the minute I saw her Draco Malfoy Bad Boy series art, that kink was developed and I’ve loved it since. ) 

Another one, this is gonna sound really gross + suprising for those that know me, but watersport kink. ( This was first developed when I read my very first fanfictions, and I found a few good drarry fics with this in them so this kink is here to stay )

Hair pulling kink. ( It started out with reading fics fics where Draco would either accidentally or deliberately tug on Harry’s hair, and Harry ended up loving it - but now, I read fics were both Draco and Harry have this kink because it’s actually really good. )

Praise Kink ( Started out with only Harry, but I also like fics where Draco has this kink. I blame @goldentruth813 entirely )

Hung! Harry ( Hung! Like! A Horntail! - this, this fic, is all i’m going to say..) 

Parseltongue Kink ( When! Draco! has! this! and! Harry! somehow! still! keeps! his! ability! to! speak! Parseltongue! and uGH,, THIS IS SO GOOD. ) 

Tropes in Fics:

Legitimate! Enemies to Friends to Lovers

sLOW BURN

Sectumsempra angst

Bi Harry

Pansy is a lesbian

Draco finding out how the Durshleys treated Harry and becoming absolutely lIVID at the news

Dark! Drarry

BAMF! Harry

BAMF! Draco

When they cross paths after a few years and get to know each other + proper character developement + when they clash and they have their ups and downs, causing people to wonder how they’re even comptaible but in the end, they make it work and are able to settle down with each other and enjoy the rest of their lives.

wHEN! THEY ANIMOSITY! STAYS!

Long-haired! Draco

Bearded! Harry

aUROR PARTNERS

Raising a kid together ( tEDDY-! )

pINING

mUTUAL PINING

Sassy! (Canon) Harry

Flustered! Draco

When they’re equally sassy and equally ruthless + being able to get their shit done, and staying on top of their game

When their kids become friends and that forces them to become friends as well and hang out with each other more often

When their kids wants their dads (Draco and Harry) to end up together and make it happen

when it’s hella fluffy

when it’s hella aNGSTY ( haha, chaotic neutural )

Top! Harry!

Bottom! Draco ( I can see them both as either or both being versatile but I really love when Harry tops )

Realistic first times 

Their friends setting them up ( I love when Draco, Pansy and Blaise are best friends in fics like this !! )

The constant switch of calling each other by first and last names, depending on the(ir) mood

When they are eQUALS

When they still have bANTER AND STILL ARGUE BUT W/O THE PREVIOUS HATE

When their relationship is real and raw that you can pratically feel it

hURT AND COMFORT ( real heavy on the hurt, just a bit on the comfort bc not drarry all fics have to have happy endings )

Anything involving them both working on a case together

Auror! Harry x Unspeakable! ( or even Healer! ) Draco

Jealous! Draco x (Still) Oblivious! Harry

Oblivious! Draco x Jealous! Harry

Protective! Harry ( Protective! Draco as well )

Beauxbatons! Draco x Hogwarts/Gryffindor! Harry

fORCED PROXIMITY

Multilingual! Draco

French speaking! Draco

Wandless magic ( for both )

POC! Harry ( This is my number one things in fics...I just love POC! Harry

Proper mention and represenation of Harry and/or Draco’s PTSD; following the war

Power couple! Drarry

Pairings:

Drarry ( OTP )

Pansmione

Linny

Blaico 

+ a few hundred more ( for all of them, but the kinks in general ) , but you’re probably gonna have to ask off anon bc i don’t wanna lose to remainder of friends i still have left on this site, over this post. ( i keep forgetting that not all drarry accounts follow me - i have some rpers, general artists, people following me with their main acounts + multifandom blogs and i feel like every time i get started up about anything drarry, they just...regret their decision to have followed me xD but you can kinda get the gist of my kinks, right? )

Favorite Fic ( of mine ) : While I constantly dog on my own writing skills, I actually do have some of my fics that I love. But my most favorite?  I’d have to say ‘(Fuck A) Silver Lining’

It’s a Draco Malfoy redemption fic I began writing earlier this year ( and yes, it was inspired/influenced by the P!ATD song. )

I mean, I haven’t updated it since I posted it - I began writing it on old Wattpad before I left that hellsite, then I later posted it to my ao3.

It’s my favorite because I really got to explore and go more in depth with Draco’s character, unlike J.K. R*wling.

And I basically filled in all the pieces that led up to the part of Draco’s life  we witness ( well, y’all, bc I never read it, ha ) in C*rsed Ch*ld 

I basically combined in every post-war Draco headcanon I ever thought of into one whole fic and while it takes you into his mind and shows you just how much the war has changed him, it is actually wholesome. I mean, we’ve got angst, hurt/comfort, finding love, and I even had a few scenes that were so fluffy and pure that I was crying as I wrote - which is why I haven’t updated. Other than dealing with shit irl, this story gets me really emotional and I just love it so much..

Fic with most Kudos:

‘just the right addition’ with 65 kudos.

summary :

harry has a leather kink. but draco didn't know that when he showed up on the field in a leather jacket, and suede leather gloves.

What I don’t like about my writing: 

I really don’t like how I transition from scene to scene in my fics. I feel like they’re extremely sloppy and really ruin the story; especially if I had a really good idea/path for the story. ( I also don’t like how I constantly compare my writing, then try and force to change my writing style so it sounds half as good as the author’s writing style of the story that I’m reading )

What I DO like about my writing:

Um, I really like how I start most of my fics off with dialogue. I like how I have a lot on the page, but it still blends in well to get its point across. And also, if it’s a one shot, I like how I have a beginning, middle, and end for the story.

Beginning: Introducing the prompt, and what’s going on with it

Middle: What the characters actions lead to, kinda showing you where it’s going to be heading soon

End : the general idea of the ending/aftermath of it + something like an epilogue, wraps things up in a way.

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Thank you so much for sending me this, anon!!

Again, thank you so much, and I hope you’re well!

-Teia

[betterwithchocolate-blog1]

Sherlock/ Sherlolly headcanon

I tried to make it a bit more realistic/ different from what I usually see. Hope you enjoy! :)

Warning beforehand: Gory scenes, swearing and violence

Written by @betterwithchocolate​

Length: about 2000 words

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It had been a rainy day in London. Though as nightfall approached, the gentle afternoon drizzle had twitched into a heavily pouring shower with wind so vile it scratches and burned every inch of exposed skin raw.

Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective, was walking down Baker Street, thankful he had a large upturned collar to protect him from the harsh weather. He did not mind it, though. In fact, he liked the rain, especially when it came storming and breezing as heavily as it did tonight. It reminded him of himself in a way, of his unstoppable obsessive energy, of the way his mind could spin and race in every direction.

Ironically, the storm never caused his thoughts to run wild. The heavy rainfall caused doused the sounds of the city in white noise, and allowed him to think.

His feet splashed on the pavement as his flat came into view, and Holmes was immediately alerted towards the figure in front of his flat, sitting on his steps. The figure was hunched over, face in their hands, knees pulled in to the chest. They were unprotected from the weather, not even wearing a coat. From a distance, Sherlock could tell it, she, was a woman. 

As he approached the woman, more detail of her became visible. His mind starting analysing immediately, in the way he was accustomed to.

“Woman. White blouse. Approximately 1.60 metres tall. Blonde-ginger hair. No coat. Why? Did she lose it?  No. She chose to, otherwise she would’ve looked for cover. Hunched? Crying? Probably. Yes. Why? Six possible reasons. Not important. Who? Ginger hair, petite posture. Strong, unbothered by the storm. Molly.” 

As he got closer, he could see more detail of her face. “Blood. Injured on cheekbone and forehead. Two likely reasons for crying.”  Immediately Sherlock quickened his pace towards her and stopped abruptly before her, his coat moving after the sudden change of speed.

“Molly.”

She took her head out of her hands and looked up to Sherlock, she was doused in rain, though not crying. Sherlock noticed that the injuries were made by blunt object with sharp protrusions, and that they were somewhat more severe than he had initially thought, since most of them had been hidden in her hands.

She had cuts on her cheek, multiple sets of two gashes parallel to each other. One likely explanation. That arrogant prick-

“Sh-Sherlock,” Molly stuttered. “I can’t- I don’t know why-” She put her head in her hands again, but only for a brief second.

Sherlock took off his coat and wrapped it around Molly.

“Let’s get you inside.” He already felt the icy water leaking through his shirt. “Up you go.” He said as he helped her stand.

Molly wiped the rain and blood from her face, and Sherlock saw a tinge of pain move through her expression as she did. 

Sherlock helped her up the steps, making sure the coat protected her at all times.

“Mrs. Hudson! Tea!” He yelled as he opened the door for Molly. She was shivering a bit, but suppressing it.

Quickly enough, Mrs. Hudson stepped into the hall. “Sherlock, how many times have I told you that I‘m not your-” Mrs. Hudson was cut off by herself, the moment she laid eyes on Molly. “Oh dear, Oh dear, Oh dear!” Were the only sounds heard from her as she turned towards her flat, followed by the rattle of cups shortly after.

Sherlock helped Molly up the stairs. Her hands were trembling, her breath were quivering.

Upon entering his flat, he let go of Molly, and quickly fetched a pile of clothes from his room before walking back to her.

“Sherlock I want to explain...”

“No need. You are cold and dehydrated, likely in shock. Go take a shower first, warm yourself up, and make sure to clean your wounds.”

“But there’s more”

“Yes. I’ve noticed.” He said, and then thought he might’ve spoken too loudly. Quickly he added “Just go shower, we will discuss that after you get yourself warmed up. Okay?”

Molly nodded as she took the pile from Sherlock’s hands. “Okay.”

She walked towards the shower, but before she got in Sherlock turned around in her direction and said “Oh, and leave the door unlocked.”

She nodded again in understanding and then stepped into the bathroom with a small smile, even though Sherlock saw she was in pain.

He was going to tear Tom apart.

***

After Molly had went into the bathroom, he had put on his coat and went outside to face the heavy rain again, before getting in a cab and driving towards Molly’s flat, or rather several streets removed from it. The last few streets he crossed by foot with a steady, fast pace, hands in his pockets, collar upturned. He looked sternly on a fixed point in front of him, before shaking his expression as he climbed the steps in front of Molly’s flat. He put on a mask of friendliness as he rang the doorbell, as he so often had done before.

“Hello?” Tom’s voice sounded from the intercom.

“Yes tom hi!” Sherlock said, in a joyful tone. “Good to talk to you. I was wondering, is Molly home? There is a very urgent matter I must discuss with her”

“Oh hi Sherlock, No... She’s not at the moment unfortunately.”

“Oh. Good. Because I eh, actually, I came to see you.” Sherlock hated mistreating his sentences like this. However, he knew it would have the desired effect. There was a short silence.

“You, you came to see me?” Tom sounded positively surprised. “Eh, okay, yeah sure. Come on up.” His words were followed by the sound of the buzzer. Sherlock grinned. He had known Tom was gay from the moment he saw him. However, he now regretted not telling Molly about it. He just didn’t want to spoil her relationship like he did before, when he first met Moriarty.

He pounded up the stairs, letting his friendly face fall off of him like a brick, and taking off his shawl to put it in his pocket. When he reached Molly’s door, he knocked lightly. Tom opened immediately.

“Hi.” Tom had a smile on his face; Sherlock saw Tom’s knuckles were bruised. He felt disgusted.

“Hello.”

“Come in.” Tom opened the door a bit wider and let Sherlock through. “You know I doubted whether you were gay,” Tom started, as he closed the door.

The moment the door lock clicked behind him, Sherlock whirled and turned around towards Tom, cutting off his sentence. Tom started smiling, though Sherlock wasn’t smiling at all. Before Tom could start speaking again, Sherlock grabbed him by the collar with one hand, and gave a sharp hit with the palm of his other towards Tom’s nostril bone. His head snapped back, his eyes pressed shut with pain. His nose started to bleed. “What the hell!” Tom yelled.

Sherlock yanked Tom forward, letting him trip over his leg, making tom fall face first to his own living room floor. Before he could get up Sherlock quickly delivered a large kick towards Tom’s abdomen, making him curl up and groan almost pitifully. It was a kick enough to injure, not to maim. He probably wouldn’t feel a thing of it anymore in a week, in contrast to the pain molly would have to endure the following month.

“Please!” Tom yelled out, coughing out the blood streaming from his nose. “Please stop!” Tom wretched as Sherlock paused and looked down at him, his gaze disgusted. “I-I, What have I done to deserve this? Are you just doing this for fun?! You’re insane! Bloody psychopath! Get away from me!” He tried to get up, though Sherlock grabbed him by the collar and pulled him towards the kitchen, in which molly had gotten stone flooring laid. When they reached the kitchen Sherlock dropped Tom the way a child would drop an insect after being told its toxicity, and then crouched down beside him.

“First of all,” Sherlock started as he held Tom’s neck backwards in an unnatural angle. “High functioning sociopath.”

“Second of all, you might want to look towards the bruises on your knuckles on your hand regarding as to why I’m doing this. Based on the intensity of the wounds, you must’ve hit with this hand at least seven, no, eight times. Quite recently, it appears, the scabs are still very fresh, wouldn’t you say?”

“Molly was just a stupid b-”

“It would be wise for you to shut up now” Sherlock interrupted “You see, Tom, if there is something I do not stand for, It is domestic abuse or other forms of physical mistreatment towards those smaller than your own size.” Sherlock got up and put the heel of his shoe right atop of Tom’s bruised hand. “If you ever again get the, I must say, extremely idiotic idea to lay a hand on Molly Hooper, please remember this visit of mine, and choose otherwise.”

Tom groaned in pain as Sherlock added pressure onto the hand.

“Actually, allow me to make that decision for you.” Sherlock said, as he lifted his foot up and brought the heel down hard on Tom’s hand, shattering at least three finger bones and two bones connecting the wrist and knuckles. Tom screamed, though not very loud.

“Have I made myself clear?” Sherlock asked. The only response he got was a painful cough through clenched teeth. After that, Sherlock turned around and showed himself out. On the front steps, he phoned Lestrade, saying that there had been a burglary at Molly’s flat, and that Tom had gotten himself quite injured in the process.

When George arrived at the scene, Sherlock told him that Molly had ran to his flat in the panic, that she was soaked wet in rain and just as beaten up as Tom was, which lestrade found odd.

“The odd thing was, inspector, that Miss Hooper had multiple pairs of parallel cuts across her cheek, and I couldn’t quite place with what object she had been attacked.”

“All right, Sherlock, We’ll look into it.”

Completely ignoring with what George had said, Sherlock responded “Have you noticed the ring Tom wears, has 2 stones in it?  An intricate design, even if I do say so myself.”

Lestrade was silent for a second. “Yes it is, now that you say so.”

Sherlock smiled at Lestrade briefly before turning around on his way home. “Goodnight inspector!”

***

As she stepped through the door, the storm behind him had calmed to a continuous gentle drizzle, tapping softly on the windows as he heard the warm crackling of the fire in his flat upstairs.

Mrs. Hudson told him John had gotten home while he was out; he had checked on molly’s injuries and was now out to get her some painkillers. He wanted to say that that had hardly had been necessary, for he had a plenitude of painkilling narcotics upstairs. Nevertheless, he decided against it.

In his living room, Molly was sitting on a pillow in front of the fire, with a blanket wrapped around her and her second cup of tea in her hands. She was facing the fire, staring blankly into it. She turned her head when she heard him come in.

“Sherlock hi, I noticed you had gone, um, out.” She looked down.

He took of his wet coat and put it on the coat hanger. “Yes I did, I paid a short visit to Tom. Though the weirdest thing happened, I got there, and he had been beaten up by a burglar.”

Molly looked up, surprised, shocked perhaps. “He was? What happened?” Sherlock walked towards her, and sat down next to her in front of the fire.

“Possible broken nose, broken hand and multiple injured vital organs. He’ll be fine though, don’t worry. However, there is one thing has got me thinking.”

“And what’s that?”

“The hand that was broken had already been injured before. He had hit someone today, multiple times, and hard.” He paused a second before he continued. “But you were the only one that had been with him all day long.”

Molly snivelled a bit, though Sherlock didn’t see any tears. Sherlock saw she realised why he had gone out, and she only said a three small words in response.

“Thank you, Sherlock.”

He pulled her close to his chest

“No need.” He said. “He’s never getting near you again.” Then he leaned his cheek on her head and rocked her lightly.

“You’re safe now, Molly Hooper, you’re safe.”

***

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