#i have Opinions and they will not be witheld

[iusedtoweavecrowns]

Just saw the Rings of Power teaser. Laughing and crying right now. The watch begins.

[moonlightdancer26]

Not gonna lie I think Snape was justified in revealing Lupin was a werewolf. Bro,when you're in your werewolf form you turn into a rabid killer unless you take a potion that gives you control of yourself and you don't take it. No one died that night because they all used plot armor to protect themselves. Not only that, but Lupin witheld information on how someone he believed was a mass murderer was able to sneak into a castle full of children because he didn't want ruin his reputation in Dumbledore's eyes. He literally chose his reputation over the safety of children. Not someone I would want as a teacher for my kids if I was a parent.

He 100% was.

Remus didn’t tell Dumbledore that Black, who Remus believed is a mass murderer who betrayed James and Lily and murdered Peter, and who’s after Harry, is an illegal Animagus. The dude literally endangered Harry and everyone else, just to save his ass from one stressful conversation with Dumbles. He neglected taking his Wolfsbane potion and always waited until Severus left the room, and one night FORGOT IT which led to him nearly killing/eating three children. He kept secrets from Dumbledore merely because he cared about his own image, more than the lives of the staff and the children at Hogwarts.

Hell, even when I was a little kid I always knew to fucking take my meds, and y’all are telling me that a GROWN. ASS. MAN. can’t fucking remember to drink a potion that prevents him from turning into a rabid, bloodthirsty monster?

I will never understand why people blame Severus for that, it was literally because of Severus perfectly brewing him Wolfbane potion every month that Remus got a comfortable teaching job he loved in the first place.

And Severus did not directly tell anyone about Remus’s—er—furry little problem until the end of the year which was the responsible thing to do. If I was a parent, and a werewolf was teaching, eating, and sleeping under the same roof as my CHILD, I would definitely not want my child staying there.

Many people forget that if Severus had not outed Remus, something else would have had to happen to get Remus out of that cursed post. Remus was lucky he was allowed to resign; he could have been Obliviated, burned to death or whatever was the fate that awaited the DADA professors at the end of the year. The fact that Remus managed to not get fired and only resign after ALL THAT is fascinating and it certainly shows how merciful Albus is to his precious little Gryffindors. (-_-)

In my opinion, Severus practically did him a favour. If Severus truly wanted to hurt Remus and really screw him over, he could have said he, the werewolf, almost murdered The Boy who Lived. Oh, but apparently meanie Snivellus is not as petty and evil as Snaters try to make him out to be, since he didn’t reveal very interesting information that would’ve definitely put Remus in real danger. Severus is making parents aware that a professor is a danger to their children. Severus allowed Remus to resign, the safest and sanest of all the DADA professors we’ve seen at the end of a year. And let us not forget that Remus himself states that the news would’ve slipped out anyway, so how about we chill with the Snape bashing?

Terribly sorry for rambling on, I have a lot of emotions when it comes to this particular topic, and Remus in general but whatever.

Boy, I love Remus but I gotta say, I missed posting anti content about him.

[fedonciadale]

So the post about Kit not liking Sansa was funny because OP was basically just ignoring 90 % or things he said of her and equalling not liking Jonsa with not liking Sansa as a sister.

But it will never not be weird to me the weight people put on actor’s opinions. They are actors, not the writer. Whatever knowledge they have more than the audience is what the showrunners choose to give them. In this particular case we even know that D&D lied to the actors and witheld information from them that could have been relevant in the portrayal of their character (cough, Emilia, cough). But their own personal preferences and bias isn’t more valid than anybody else’s. If Kit actually hadn’t liked Sansa, the only thing that would tell us is that... Kit didn’t like her. Not that Jon didn’t or that anything antis say about her is true.

Hi there!

I agree! I've said it time and again on this blog, that actors are payed for making an audience believe that they are character so and so or that they were completely happy on the set, that they had no idea about this of that. They sign contracts, they are obliged not to talk badly about the shows they are involved in etc.

So, I 'd say that the actors usually know what they are supposed to tell and they rarely fail to deliver. So, Kit could have said he hates Sansa or even that he thinks Jon hates Sansa and it would mean nothing.

An exception would be if they would talk about directing they were given because that might point towards the writers' intention. The directing Kit and Sophie were given for the reunion in season 6 is therefore pretty important.

Nevertheless that post was immensely funny. Dany stans pulling some ridiculous claim out if their ass made me remember the glorious day of the 'dramatic rice' false GRRM interview, another thing that could be debunked pretty fast.

Thanks for the ask!

[homeiswherethediscourseis]

Anything and everything you do to your appearance is done to affect how others see you. You think 'what would someone see if they look at me?'

So, nothing about our appearance is done for ourselves but rather serves a social purpose. So does tanning, so does avoiding skin ageing, so do tattoos, and so do cosmetic surgeries.

To take this point to an exaggeration, we do not get surgeries to alter how our liver looks precisely because chances of anyone seeing it are low.

To recap: cosmetic surgeries are always desired for a social purpose.

Looking at yourself in the mirror or through a picture is also social, since you split yourself in two: the you who looks and the you who is looked at. Why would you do this if not to better gauge how others will feel abour your appearance and thus try to predict their behavior towards you?

There is another reason: after being rejected, insulted or bullied, you want to see what others saw in you to target you. Still a social purpose to want to split yourself into looker and looked-at, though.

Having this out of the way (that caring about our appearance serves a social purpose), I think it's easier to answer @butch-reidentified 's question: what would my reaction be if someone got an undesirable trait?

I would feel the same way I feel about them getting desirable traits. They are doing it as part of a communication strategy in order to relate to their social environment, which includes thinking of ourselves as if we were two (the looker and the looked-at).

To me this is neither negative nor positive. Both the case of typical cosmetic surgeries and the case of undesirable traita being wanted and gotten. Remember there are people out there who actually do try to look uglier, they chop off their nose or heavily ink their skin or whatever. It is still communicative in nature as far as I am concerned.

And when it comes to women, I do not have any ten commandments. As long as it is good for her own interests and does not throw other women under the bus, I do not feel much about it.

Nicky Minaj got pretty extreme surgeries to make money, I honestly do not care. She is the one sleeping every night with implants in her body, and she is also collecting those millions. I personally think it looks ugly but who the fuck cares what I find pretty lol?

Some will argue that Nicki created a trend that now other women follow. But did Nicky create the taste for big breast implants and exaggerated buttocks and breasts or did men create it?

If a woman jumps off a cliff, is she to blame if other women jump off a cliff too? Not in my opinion.

Is there anyone behind the conditions that made it possible and proffitable for women to undergo harm in order to survive succeed at anything? Yeah. Men. So I hold them accountable for the harm women have to undergo as payment for men to let them access the resources men have witheld from women for millennia.

Going under the knife and possibly never recovering from an unnecessary procedure so that you can conform to beauty ideals is so anti feminist. We constantly hear that women don’t get surgery to conform and that they do it for themselves. If that’s the case, then how come nobody is rushing to get “undesirable” traits? I have an aquiline nose, I’ve never seen anyone get surgery to create my nose. Unnecessary surgical procedures will never be feminist. You can support them but that doesn’t make it feminist.

[mikeup69]

The offence occurred in 08/08/2019.One of my children had just received a difficult distressing decision in court. It was immediately after this, as i exited court parking that the offence occurred. In the car were my two daughters and my son and his girlfriend. I've been a single parent for 20 years. This was followed a few weeks later by my father having a heart attack ( he's still here, aged 88, retired RAF NCO).I am a diagnosed manic depressive. Modern name bipolar. This means i have very productive energetic "get stuff done" periods of my life, like now!! ( the manic phase) and the doldrums when I'm depressed and do very little apart from exist. I can still work, and do, i still, as a single parent looked after my three children, however more complicated/new/challenging issues don't get done in a timley manner.During the depressive episodes i procrastinste, especially if it's difficult/needs application and is new to me. So when the fine notice arrived i didn't appeal, with a good appeal, in time or at all. Further stressors were lack of money and social life ,( due to being told to shelter at home/vulnerable person -covid19) could not visit my father as i became slightly ill with shingles! Not allowed In Royal Papworth hospital to see him with shingles! Thus i was in a depressed state and did not deal with this fine. Could not tell them why.I arrived back from working away to find letter dated 08/03/22 giving me two weeks to pay this £170 fine plus fees, else bailiffs would attend my property and seize goods and want paying circa £500.incl fees! After hours over days on phone to bailiffs, Stoke city council ( very unhelpful, telling me there was no such thing as a "late appeal" i was directed back to " vulnerable persons department" of Dukes bailiffs who were wonderful. Agreed to two weeks breathing space AND told me about the traffic enforcement appeal process.I had £12 in my bank at the time. Following witholding of my UC payments (£320 pm total) due to missing a self employment meeting that i had told them i could not attend due to work commitments. They accepted my reasons for not attending the appointment and assured me that no sanctions would be applied. However, they witheld all of my March payment until i attend the self employment review later in March. i had been paid, in advance £400 for the work ( i need something like £500 pm to live on. I own my house outright, so the £400 advance was spent on car repairs (05 Mondeo, 188,000 miles on clock ) and other living expenses.The work took a leisurly 2 weeks incuding learning to surf...So. No money. No prospect of any money and bailiffs due to attend only going to make things much worse.To add insult to injury.. another letter awaiting my return was from a care work company for which i had completed the training for just before i went away for two weeks to work.They knew i was going to be away for two weeks and i had committed to them to be available apon my return.The letter, dated the day after i left, informed me i was not to continue my employment with them. They had elected, given customer feedback back they'd had to terminate my employment. !?? There was no, negative feedback during my training and or shadowing work over 6 days with this company. I was quite upset. Still am. I loved being a carer. I was looking forward to further working with my clients and doing what i could to improve their, difficult, lives. I will, when i feel less ? Upset, approach the HR department and ask them for a debrief. Going forward, i still want to work in the care sector and want to find out where, in their opinion, i went wrong. I have an idea as to who/why i received "negative" feedback however i don't know.To summarise.I had, i believe, a good appeal.I didn't send it/in on time due to stress and or my poor mental health.

The offence occurred in 08/08/2019.One of my children had just received a difficult distressing decision in court. It was immediately after this, as i exited court parking that the offence occurred. In the car were my two daughters and my son and his girlfriend. I’ve been a single parent for 20 years. This was followed a few weeks later by my father having a heart attack ( he’s still here, aged 88, retired RAF NCO).I am a diagnosed manic depressive. Modern name bipolar. This means i have very productive energetic “get stuff done” periods of my life, like now!! ( the manic phase) and the doldrums when I’m depressed and do very little apart from exist. I can still work, and do, i still, as a single parent looked after my three children, however more complicated/new/challenging issues don’t get done in a timley manner.During the depressive episodes i procrastinste, especially if it’s difficult/needs application and is new to me. So when the fine notice arrived i didn’t appeal, with a good appeal, in time or at all. Further stressors were lack of money and social life ,( due to being told to shelter at home/vulnerable person -covid19) could not visit my father as i became slightly ill with shingles! Not allowed In Royal Papworth hospital to see him with shingles! Thus i was in a depressed state and did not deal with this fine. Could not tell them why.I arrived back from working away to find letter dated 08/03/22 giving me two weeks to pay this £170 fine plus fees, else bailiffs would attend my property and seize goods and want paying circa £500.incl fees! After hours over days on phone to bailiffs, Stoke city council ( very unhelpful, telling me there was no such thing as a “late appeal” i was directed back to ” vulnerable persons department” of Dukes bailiffs who were wonderful. Agreed to two weeks breathing space AND told me about the traffic enforcement appeal process.I had £12 in my bank at the time. Following witholding of my UC payments (£320 pm total) due to missing a self employment meeting that i had told them i could not attend due to work commitments. They accepted my reasons for not attending the appointment and assured me that no sanctions would be applied. However, they witheld all of my March payment until i attend the self employment review later in March. i had been paid, in advance £400 for the work ( i need something like £500 pm to live on. I own my house outright, so the £400 advance was spent on car repairs (05 Mondeo, 188,000 miles on clock ) and other living expenses.The work took a leisurly 2 weeks incuding learning to surf…So. No money. No prospect of any money and bailiffs due to attend only going to make things much worse.To add insult to injury.. another letter awaiting my return was from a care work company for which i had completed the training for just before i went away for two weeks to work.They knew i was going to be away for two weeks and i had committed to them to be available apon my return.The letter, dated the day after i left, informed me i was not to continue my employment with them. They had elected, given customer feedback back they’d had to terminate my employment. !?? There was no, negative feedback during my training and or shadowing work over 6 days with this company. I was quite upset. Still am. I loved being a carer. I was looking forward to further working with my clients and doing what i could to improve their, difficult, lives. I will, when i feel less ? Upset, approach the HR department and ask them for a debrief. Going forward, i still want to work in the care sector and want to find out where, in their opinion, i went wrong. I have an idea as to who/why i received “negative” feedback however i don’t know.To summarise.I had, i believe, a good appeal.I didn’t send it/in on time due to stress and or my poor mental health.

[pendulum-sonata]

Zarc, character meme

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would banghogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuffbest quality: I think his best quality was the one he inhereted to Yuya: the desire to make people smile and everyone including the monsters to have fun.worst quality: The fact that (theorically I guess) he was unable to deal with peer pressure and his craving for attention that led him to fall off the deep end meaning that he most likely had a shaky sense of self and was lonely.ship them with: Ray, is this a surprise to any of you? I’ve written 25k words of fics centered about thembrotp them with: No one? At least not in his original life in the United World, unless we count the dimensional dragons I guess, because as I said I think he was very lonely, post-ending? I like to think that now that his soul is purified he would be besties with Reira.needs to stay away from: Himself, so he can’t become one again :’DDD (sorry lame joke, I can’t think of anyone post-series, since he’s no longer the Supreme King)misc. thoughts: I was very very surprised when we got him as the final villain, most of us had already guessed he would, but the way it was played into the series blew me away, how the played him up as this crazy scary dude and witheld his true face until the last mini-arc was a great move imo and helped his role.

(PD: The only reason he didn’t rank into actual love of my life is because that spot is reserved for my three children (Yuya, Yuzu and Reiji :P )

[gruusha]

their opinion's witheld; instead silence greets rika, respectfully, as she speaks / offers a level field upon which they're both able to stand. heterochrome gaze has long since drifted to their hand upon the table, where hers have so willingly fallen in addition -- an offering of comfort, they accept it quietly while the decency to hear the entirety of her revelation. it's an admittance that they've not suffered nightmares, as rika indicates she has -- but on the flipside: lost sleep? certainly.

the night was dark & full of terrors. it was just as horrifying to face when conscious, sometimes.

at last, in acknowledgement of rika's warmth, grusha's thumb lifts and presses against her her own -- ever-gently, their digit gives a squeeze to the elite's to press it into the side of their own. it is a display one may label as affection, but for the gym leader it is equivalent to taking hold of a lifeline cast.

a sigh leaves grusha's form, and his shoulders seem to slump. his free hand lifts once more to massage his temple briefly, "i appreciate your confidence, rika --" if true, it's likely not been easy for rika to unveil what she has just now. the hand not joined with her own falls to his lap, and at last grusha practically seems to wilt as a discernible amount of his tension leaves his body. he doesn't feel ready to meet her eyes, properly, yet. "if i've always excelled, would it be possible for larger time-gaps between my assessments, then?" the question comes from a place of legitimacy, but at this moment in their exchange, he realizes it can easily be mistaken for a joke.

"assessment days are bad for my heart --" he'd guess as much, anyway, "-- and i don't need cardiovascular issues on top of everything." merely addressing the topic verbally has left the specialist feeling winded, and drained of most energy.

☠🌏– Once Rika's back on her seat, she nonchalantly picked the menu that Grusha handed to her and skimmed through it quickly, her eyes immediately finding her choice for today - some quesadillas and a lemon soda. She doesn't seem to notice them looking at her until she lowers the menu onto the table, but once she does, she doesn't seem to mind, either. She was more than used to being looked at, for a multitude of reasons - but she can tell Grusha was just a tiny bit... snowed under, for lack of a better term, something she wouldn't blame them for.

Although Rika did worry about the Ice Type Gym Leader, she wasn't someone that typically displayed her thoughts through her body language, at least not right off the bat... And in this case, it was a conscious decision to try to bring the blue-haired professional at ease. Freaking out and being overtly-emotional would just make things worse and overwhelm them, she thought. Which is why she behaved in a relaxed manner, even when she frowned and felt deeply concerned inside.

But just after they place their orders with a small interaction from the waitress and Grusha quietly begins apologizing about the other day... Rika decides to allow herself to open up a bit more, in turn.

''...Grusha.''

She says after letting them vent as needed, and with gentle movements, she puts her hands on top of the table and holds their gloved hands reassuringly.

''Listen. I get'cha. Matter of fact... I got a similar fear, too. I know you don't know this, but... before I became who I am now, I was practically a nobody. Shocking, right? Good ol' Rika, a nobody... And if it weren't for La Primera, who knows what kinda path I would've walked... but prolly nowhere good, heh.''

She reminisces about old times for a moment, but keeps talking.

''I have a nice position in the League, I've taken the reins of my own life, I got people who love and appreciate me... but... that's precisely what's so scary about all this, y'know? The idea of messin' up so bad that everythin' I've worked hard for crumbles down in a matter of seconds...''

As she says this, she looks down at their hands, one of her own rubbing the back of one of theirs, soothingly. She lets out a small laugh.

''I have nightmares about it, sometimes, too. But y'know why I wanted to talk with you about all this? 's because your hard work shows. You're the strongest Gym Leader for a reason. You've always excelled; yer' ''grades'', to put it one way, have always stayed consistent... and all that, after all you've been through! If that's not resilience and dedication, I dunno what is...''

Damn, she can feel herself wanting to go around the table and give them a hug. It's not often she gets to talk about these kinds of topics so openly, but something in her just wanted to comfort and help Grusha feel accompanied, feel seen and understood. That they had someone that looked out for them.

''So don't call yerself replaceable... yer' far from it. I know we don't know each other that well, but I promise you, the times I've seen you fight against La Primera, and the one time we fought... I can tell you you're one-of-a-kind. And... I understand what yer' goin' through, one hundred percent.''

[positivemotivation]

So I've been slightly annoyed all day. I gave someone some information that they weren't aware of that contradicted an assumption they made. This person is actively growing and challenging the knowledge they were brought up with. They have asked to be informed and if they had not been given the correct information they might have embarrassed themselves in the future. So why am I annoyed? Another person I don't know accused me of being a negative person because I offered facts, even though not happy facts, to someone who I know who would appreciate the facts even if not happy facts because it furthers their knowledge. Usually I don't care about this kind of thing, but I think it's important to discuss this. This idea that facts are somehow positive or joyful, and opinions are facts needs to stop. Listen if you were super happy because the world was flat and it was proved round by science, that's not negativity even if you are saddened that you were incorrect. If a doctor doesn't tell you that you have stage one cancer because you might be upset is a form of malpractice because they witheld facts that effect your life. If I think someone is ugly and tell them to get plastic surgery that's an opinion. That's being negative and purposely giving information to bring down the mood of another person. If I hate the color blue and go out of my way to make people who like blue upset, that's negativity. Hate is negativity. 😑

[thephantomssidechick]

Could be an unpopular opinion

Watching Phantom of the Opera 1925, was painful. I don’t know if it was because:

1) it was a silent film, though i’ve seen others (i could only even finish this one with funny commentary from family, that took pity on me, like I was on that couch for HOURS before they arrived just pausing the shit out of it)

2)the horrible acting,

3)Christine Gold Digger Daae, I’m just gonna leave the man I’m in a relationship with (not just a childhood friend) for someone I met through a wall

4) There not being much of Madam Giry

5) Master, what Master?, no I refuse to aknowledge this shit

6) That I only liked the ballerina dance, and the unmasking scene out of everything

7) Or, and this really pisses me of, the fact that the reviews lied to me, or at least witheld info. Like they all jumped to the Phantom, and his makeup, and how the actor did it himself, blah, blah, blah. But what about EVERYTHING ELSE!!! I’m so salty right now

8) Though congrats it’s the second Phantom (right after the One Who Must Not Be Named from 1998), i have not cared for one bit. “Oh he died, alright then, Bye, Adios, Chao, Sayonara asshole”

[the-fiction-witch]

This World of Ours p4 of ?

REAL LIFE: POS APOLOLIPTIC COUPLE: TBS X READER RATING: SMUTTY

Y/N POV:

we both then get up and go to our room after a few seconds he walks of to have a shower and while he's gone I change into by white pijama's and sit in bed I get a book from the side table and pick up where I left reading last night I'm currently reading a book about the rules and laws of our society mainly becuase I dont have a choice I either read this or I dont read anything "any and all defyance of the ruler will lead to punishment any and all refusal to work will lead to punishment any and all atempts to leave the city will lead to punishmet any and all refusal to honour you match will lead to punishment" and so on "citizens will be watched by the watchers at all times citizens will be punished without remorce citizens will report to there work place for there sifts or face punsihment citizens at the age of 19 will be matched with a member of the oposite gender and they will me matched forever citizens at the age of 23 must have had a child if this has not been done thoguth intent they will be punished if it has not be done becuase of registraed reason a child will be taken from another family citizens are only allowed one child per family if there are more the others will be taken to either other familys or to be watchers all citizens are two familys to one living courters-" then my book was shut for me and I notice Thomas has come back and he is now showered, changed and is sat in bed beside me with my closed book in his hand "why do you read this" he asks "I dont know it's something to read" I answer "why this though this life is depressing enoguh with out you re-reading the rules we have to live by" he says "I know I mean I still dont like reading that rule" I say "wich one" he asks "well two actully one) the fact all citizens will be watched by watchers at all times that one creeps me out a bit and two) at 23 you must have a kid" I reply "well 23 is a long time away and yeah the fact we are contantly being watched is not a nice thing to be reminded of" he says laying back on the bed looking up at the celling I then copy him so I'm laying right beside him "mum says the time will fly by after 19 she says 23 will just dawn on you when your not expecting it the time in wich you must have a child" I say "well its still a long time in my opinion but I dont like the fact we can only have one that doesnt seem fair" he says "but it is fair thats why its like that so everyone gets one" I reply "I know but I want more then one" he says acting like a child "well your not allowed its the rules" I laugh "I know" he said turning on his side to face me " boy or girl y/n?" he asks "what" I ask a bit confused "do you want a boy or a girl" he asks I have to sit and think for a second I had no idea a little boy or a little girl till after about a minuet of thinking I answer "a little boy" "why" he asks "I dont know I want a little boy" I reply "well that makes this difficult" he says sighing "why?" I ask "because I want a girl" he answered "why?" I ask laughing slightly perfect he wants a girl and I want a boy maybe well make some sort of hybrid then "becuase I want to be a little girls daddy" he asnwered "cute, but we dont really have much choice in it, the child will be what ever it is we dont have much choice in it" I say "I know we dont I still want a girl, I dont like little boys" he says "you where a little boy once" I remind him "who said I liked me when I was little" he laughed "you seemed pretty happy" I laugh "of course I did I was content with my ignorance" he says I can't help but laugh at him "night Thomas" I say to him "night y/n" he replys I then begin to turn away to sleep only to be interupted by him speeking again "arent we gonna do the thing" he says "what thing"I ask no idea what he's talking about "you know like our parents do" he says I look at him very strangely for a second I still have no idea what he means serveral idea's come to mind but I dont know what he means "what do you mean?" I ask still looking at him watching his face for any sign "you know" he begins before starting to make kissing faces at me oh he means a goodnight kiss well that clam me down considerably "oh, I thoguht you meant something else for a second" I reply before leanign follward and giving him a kiss "we can do that aswell" he smirks "no" I snap as I trun away from him to sleep "why not" he asks from behind me as he wraps his arms around my waist "becuase I'm not sure I trust you enoguht yet" I reply elbowing him in the chest again "fine" he sighs still not removing his arms from my waist but I didnt mind for a second just enjoying the dark and the quiet I shut my eyes and go to sleep. when I wake up it's getting late any minuet now if Thomas's not awake he's gonna get shocked I turn to look at him his arm is still around me he's still asleep I know it would be mean to not wake him up but it is funny to watch him get shocked but I decied to wake him up or he would be very anoyed at me so I place my hand on his chest and begin to move him and he slowly opens his eye's "hey" he say's "hey, get up or you'll get shocked" I reply "oh thanks" he says "your welcome" I reply we both then sit up and yawn "what time is it" he asks "it's ten" I answer "what then how am I still tired we slept all yesterday" he says yawning again "I dont know maybe your just lazy" I reply getting out of bed and walk out into the kitchen area and straight to the box placeing me hand in and with in seconds there's a cup of white tea and like yesterday before I have chance to move there's arms around my waist again "morning y/n" he says resting his head on my sholder "morning, I see the tochiness has extended to today" I say "of course it has it's gonna extend forever" he say's I can't help but giggle "really forever" I ask "yes we are stuck together forever so this sort of thing will continue forever" he reply's before he grips my hips and truns me around so I'm looking at him he's smirking at me till a few seconds pass and he looks in pain I also can feel a burning pain at my stomac looking down I notice my tea is stuck between us I step back letting the cup not touch either of us and we both laughed I hit his chest pushing him out my way as I walk over to the table and sit down stiring my tea with the spoon while I put the tv for the sunday anouncments after a few seconds Thomas is sat beside me with what I assume is coffie as I know he hates tea as soon as the white of the countdown to anouncments is of the screen a man in a white suit with light skin and dark blue eyes is sat the ruler for now atleast and he begins to speek all I know for sure is all the world I know is listening as it's the law we listen to this guy once a week "good morning citizens of williten, this is week 987634523 of the new calendar there are currently no editaions to the rules and laws we live by but we have had reports of an underground rebal network has began if you have any information on this you will inform it to the watchers denial to inform and you will be punished when this underground network is fully discorvered all involed will be punished emediatly without remorse and anyone in conection with anyone invloved will be taken for questioning by the watchers and if it is found they have protected the rebals or in anyway witheld information from the watchers they to will be punished, also and update the affairs of bentian are none of the citizens consern as allways all borders are closed and will remain closed indefinatly any defyance will be punished and finaly there has been romours going around the ruling bloodline is corrupt if after testing that is true it will be passed to the passive bloodline good day citizens of williten" then the image disaperes and the tv switches of I look over at Thomas he looks worried "are you alright" I ask a bit conserned "I'm fine just anoyed I woke up for that"he sigh's rubbing his eyes "can I go back to bed now" he asks "no we're up now might aswell stay up now" I answer drinking some more of my tea it's discusting tea today it's all herbal tasteing now the normal tea I get after a few more sips I take my cup and tip it down the sink "what you do that for" Thomas asks "it's not my normal tea, it tastes strange like herbs" I reply "oh god comes to a thing were even you won't drink the tea" he laughs "so what are we gonna do today" he asks me as I return to my seat "I may call up y/bff/n in a bit" I reply refering to of course my best freind annilentica me and her where best freinds all thoguh school as we both share the horror of long strange names I needed to see her on an important matter she was getting married in a few week's and I was going to  be her maid of honour so we had alot to do but I knew from previous experieces thoguht my time knowing y/bff/n, Thomas didnt like her that much even when we where kids and she's come around the flat to play Thomas never really liked her I never really got why though "will she be bringing oscar with her" he asks sounding very unhappy oscar now even I didnt like oscar y/bff/n's match and husband to be now we both didnt like him but he was y/bff/n's match so I had to accsept him and y/bff/n loved him he was that guy at school the show off one the one that messed around all year failed his exam's and didnt care she of course would be bringing him she doesnt go anywhere now without him "I'm afraid so" I reply Thomas then sighed putting his head in his hands "I hate that guy and your gonna abandon me with him because you and y/bff/n are gonna be doing wedding stuff" he sighed "if you really dont want to be around him why not go out" I sugest "where" he asks "I dont know go down and see finly" I sugest "no way he's got danni and she's allready pregnate so he's busy dealing with her" he sighs "then I dont know if you want when they get here go into our room lock the door and go back to sleep then ill wake you when theyve gone" I say "no I will stay with you and idure the toucher" he say's "okay but dont complain then" I giggle at him "I promise I won't comaplain" he says "good now go have a shower" I say "what why" he says looking at me like a child again "becuase I say so we have guests comeing so go take a shower and get dressed" I say to him "why bother no one can tell the difference between when I'm wearing pijama's and went I'm wearing normaly clothes it's all white and all looks the same" he complains "still, go and shower or I will make you deal with oscar all day on your own" I threaten he looks at me sourly for a second then sighs sitting back on his chair letting his head fall so he's looking at the celling "fine" he sighs before getting up he gave me a kiss on the cheek then walked of to the bathroom I then get up and walk over to the white phone in the main living room area and dial y/bff/n's flats number after three rings it picks up "hey y/n" she says "hey y/bff/n are we having the meeting today" I ask "of course if it's not to much trouble" she says "no way I've got nothing to do today, plus it will get you out that flat a bit" I say "totally is it okay if I bring oscar to" she asks "sure he and Thomas can have boy chatts while us girls do the fun stuff" I laugh the conversation then just turned into chatting of nothing of any real importance just little things all girls disscuss for a while till I assumes oscars on the other end of the phone with her as I can here him talking "when do you want us there y/n" she asks "I dont know give it time I'm not dressed yet" I reply just as I can feel arms wapping around me from behind but a strange sensation behind me this isnt normal slightly turnning my head I notice jeremys not exactly dressed he stood behind me with a towel around his waist and thats it I can't help but laugh "what are you lauhging at y/n" y/bff/n said at the other end of the phone "oh nothing just Thomas beging stupid" I reply "hey" he says from behind me "will you be quiet I'm on the phone go put some clothes on Thomas" I reply taking the phone from my mouth so y/bff/n can't here me "I will see you in a bit y/n" she says "see you" I reply hanging up the phone and puting my hands where jeremys are "I think someone is getting into a habbit of doing this" I say to him "I like doing it it's funny to watch you get caught of guard" he say's laughing "well stop it I dont mind sometimes but not when your like this" I reply also laughing "like what" he asks "when your not dressed" I laugh "I'm not not dressed there's plently more undressed this situation could get" he laughs "you dirty boy" I say to him pulling his arms of me even thoguh I'm still laughing "go put some clothes on before y/bff/n and oscar get here" I tell him "why bother as soon as there gone I'm just gonna take the clothes of again"he says puting his amrs around me again this time so I'm facing him I know what he's trying to do he's trying to flit trying and failing I can't help but laugh at his attempt "is that really your best try Thomas" I say still laughing "no I can do better I just know at the moment I dont have to" he says "and why is that" I reply "becuase I know you all I have to do is wait" he says before letting go of me and walking of into the bedroom I then walk of and change into my normal white shirt and white skirt in the bathroom as soon as I'm done I go and sit on the sofa in the living room area of the flat thinking till a few seconds later Thomas is sat beside me dressed like normal for him just white tight trousers and a white shirt he had a point there was not much difference between his clothes he used to sleep and everyday ones he sat for a moment looking at me before speeking "you alright" he asks "I'm fine just thinking" I reply "what are you thinking about" he asks "nothing important" I reply "be that as it may tell me anyway" he says putting his arm around me pulling me into him on one side "everyones a head of them selfs I can't help but think were behind" I say "what" he asks "everyones doing stuff I mean Ki Hong's got danni pregnate allready, oscar and y/bff/n are getting married everyone we knows allready getting well invested in there lives and here we sit still flirting" I say "nothing wrong with flirting" he says "I never said there was anything wrong with it I'm just thinking that's all everyones getting stuck into there lives together and we havent done anything are we odd?" I say in reply "we're not odd,you said yesterday this is forever we dont have to rush this stuff I mean the only real landmark is that we have to have a kid in 4 year's other than that we can do what we like" he replys "well I'm not having a kid till after we're married I'm not bringing up a kid without being married" I say something my mum allways said to me that it's wrong to have a child if your not married allready even though most people dont bother getting married as poeple think being matched puts you together forever anyway so most people think theres no real point in getting married but I'm sticking to my guns with this "I know you won't your mum allways said it was wrong to do it that way relax, it'll happen just give it time" he reply's "I know, it's just gonna be odd if were last out of everyone I mean y/bff/n and oscar hated each other eight months ago" I add "yeah I'm suprised there getting married at all" he says "I know the only real reason he's marrying her" I say "whats that then" he asks "she won't let him do anything till she's married" I reply "well that certianly explains it" he says "yeah apparently she won't let him do anythign till she's married" I say "uh...where do you stand on that" he asks "what" I have to ask wondereing what he's talking about "where do you stand on the whats allowed before and after marridge" he asks "fine up to kids then marridge" I reply I hear him let out a sigh of releif "why worried?" I ask "no just curious" he laughed at that moment there was a knock at the door and Thomas put his head to the back of the sofa and grounded in anoyance "dont be mean it will be fine I'm sure" I say getting up and going to the door when I open it I can clearly see y/bff/n and oscar, oscar is a rather tall man with short black hair and messy clothes more grey then white and y/bff/n is a short thin girl with blonde hair in a plat down her back she looks very young even thoguh she is the same age as me and oscar looks much older then all of us alot of times when I see him all I can think of is the word rebal if anyone around here was a rebal it would be him "hey y/n" y/bff/n says "hey" I reply as she huggs me then walks into the room she sits on the far side of the sofa far away from Thomas they didnt even give each other a hello just a passing glance as she's sat there I notice she has a bag but I know why it's full of stuff like magazines and idea sheets she had for her wedding oscar stood leaning on the sofa just above her I then go and sit between Thomas and y/bff/n trying to be in the cetre of both of them so I'm not picking one or the other I can see by the look in oscars face he's not happy about something I'm not sure I want to know what as y/bff/n begins to speek about the wedding "okay so first things first, fashion" she says "yeah for you y/bff/n what are you going with traditional or upbeat" I ask "upbeat" she answers "okay that gives you ivy or linnin for you and then several options for me and the girls" I may sound like I know what I'm doing but other than wedding I really dont I just have an key eye for wedding fashion "I've got ivy, and sifron for you and the girls" she says "really ivy and sif, are they clashing on pourpose" I ask "yes they are" she answers "right okay I'm up with it now" I say this contiued for a while just little bits and peices for the wedding oscar looking more anoyed as time went on till y/bff/n was showing me a picture of her dress and I have to ask him "oscar are you okay" "fine" he snaped "if you guy's want to do something while we do this it's okay" y/bff/n said "I'm good" Thomas said eventhoguh I can tell by his voices he's bored out of his mind he's now sat leaning on his arm stareing into space "if he's not going anywhere,I'm not going anywhere"oscar snarled still stood almost glareing at y/bff/n "thinking about the boys for a second y/n how's you guys going"y/bff/n asks "were good" I say taking his other hand I can see him smileing allready "you guys set any dates yet" she asks "no we're playing it all by ear" Thomas says pulling me into him so my head is resting on his sholder I can't help but laugh "awe you two are so cute" y/bff/n said giggleing at us both "who would have imagned back in the day's running around this flat you two you be together" she said at that my mind almost went into a full flashback of a certain memory "y/bff/n we really need to be getting back"oscar said or more snarled pulling me back out of my flashback "yeah we need to be getting of" she said "I will call you when we have the stuff" "sure ill be here or at work" I say getting up and showing them out bidding them both goodbye at the door then closeing it and sitting back with Thomas he looks slightly happier now "sorry" I say "it's fine you can't help the fact she's haveing a boreing wedding" he replys "I know I just can't beleve she's having clashing bridesmaids dresses to her's it's gonna look so weired"I say for a while we both just sat stareing into space till I yawned and knew I was sleepy even thoguh it was still early "Thomas" I say "yeah y/n" he replys "can we go to bed I'm tired" I reply yawning again "okay" he says putting his arm around me and pulling us both up of the sofa we then both walked into our room and both laid on the bed neither of us entirely asleep I was laying on my side facing away from Thomas he was facing me with his arms around my waist as usual till after a few miuets one of his hands began to move around my stomac at first then up and down my arms then around my neck my only thoguht was self explainitory what on earth is he doing is he trying to flirt again is this some sort of weired thing he does in his sleep beofe I know whats going on there are only a few of the more inimet places his hand hasnt been I turn around to face him to see is eye's are still shut but it's obvious he's awake "what are you doing" I ask him "trying to find it" he replys keeping his eyes shut "find what" I ask "where your sweet spots are" he laughed "I can't find them anywhere" he says opening his eyes I can't help but laugh at him "well your not gonna find them like that are you" I laugh "well I want to know where they are for future reference" he says after a long thoguh I roll so I'm on top of him sit up then laugh "I'm not letting you know where mine are till I know exactly where yours are" I laugh looking down at his suprised and slightly confused face after a few seconds his hands are around my waist but I quickly take them off again "now sit still I'm a nurse I know what I'm doing yet I allso know what to do if you missbehave becuase I know of a way to kill you using only my hands and without any screams or blood" I say pretending to be serisous "of course nurse" he says laughing at me I just sit there on top of him and cross my arms trying to be serious again till he stops laughing "now, stay still eye's shut mouth slightly open Thomas" I say in my serious nurse voice "why mouth open" he asks it sounded like a literal question "who's the nurse here" I say crossing my arms again "I'm a doctor" he laughs "no your not Thomas" I say laughing "yes I am I have a doctoret dont I" he says now being serious "in geology and spectromics Thomas that doesnt make you a doctor" I reply "whatever" he says shuting his eyes and not fully shuting his mouth "please stay still,reframe from talking and if posible keep your hands to yourself" I say being serious again "I will try but no promise's" he say's laughing slightly at that second I get into my nurse mood and acting all serious I can tell he's waiting for me to do something so I know I'm going to tease him for a while, after a few seconds I pull his shirt of as soon as it's off is that I throw it to the floor the look back at him I have seen his with his shirt of before but not like this he's very pale and very thin but with no real muscels it's nothing new to me to see him without a shirt I have seen his comeplty naked before

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Lamentation D’amour

Many many many thanks to both @captnandycalavera​ and @fireloom​ for the editing, you girls were amazing​ and incredibly inspiring to me <3 This is my first fic so there were still many faults, I’d like to hear all of your opinion regarding this fic. I know it was a bit late, but I hope you still take it with open hearts :D

Long fic is long.

Prompt #9: “Yes, but I’ll never admit it.”

It was half past seven in the evening, Sherlock stepped into the restaurant with abnormal phlegm. Just one minute observing from the vestibule and he already noticed five married couples holding hands, four proposal rings in either the men’s vest pockets or the champagne glasses, and eight meticulously wrapped presents. What’s more, most people in the tables kept staring at their opposite eyes as if that person is going to evaporate. A crowded yet somehow still incredibly dull night of this restaurant, people went on talking about how much they love each other or how special the other was to them. Such originality, he thought sarcastically. Had he come here by himself, he would have returned to Baker Street this instance.

Still, he had a date. At least that was John Watson’s mind-set. To him it was more like an act of compensation. He stood there waiting for a woman, The Woman, Irene Adler. He was in a black formal wear. He wanted to wear his normal suit but his flatmate had a different idea, telling it would make him more “charming” and “dashing”. And here he was, feeling the increasing heat from his collar. He should have maintained his initial thoughts.

“Dress for the occasion, Mister Holmes?” A familiar and expecting voice came behind his back. Sherlock turned his body to find The Woman stood there and gave him her signature smirk.

“Every battle needs an appropriate armour, every occasion needs a suitable suit.” Sherlock sardonically replied.

“Well I must say this outfit looks astonishingly alluring.” Sherlock is puffed up with conceit as The Woman’s hands reached for his necktie and fixed it. “Doctor Watson has such a splendid taste, doesn’t he?” Sherlock’s smirk quickly faded after her remark. How could she know it was John’s choice? He tried to make a comeback but lost for words. Every dinner night they shared with so far has been an underlying battle, minus the battle dress of her. He could sense his upcoming defeat after their little conversation.

All of the sudden, The Woman let out a cough. To be fair, mid-December in London was frigid and everyone was susceptible to flu virus. Still, she should have taken a better care of herself.

“Now, now, dear. Don’t give me that look, it’s not like I’m going to pass out any time soon.” She assured him, though her expression wasn’t what he would call “assuring”.

“If you say so.” He gave out his arm to The Woman, “Shall we?”

Despite the congested number of people and their frankly cheesy behaviours, it was a tolerable night for him. The dishes were that night most redeeming quality, even his opposite couldn’t help but gave a compliment to the chef. The Woman started asking him about his latest case, which wasn’t much of a surprise. She did say she liked detective stories. She also inquired about John, baby Rosie and even Eurus, all of which Sherlock gave fundamental answers.

“I wonder what will happen if I’m gone tomorrow.” She asks. Out of context, the question confused him.

“The world isn’t ending if you suddenly want to go out of town, you know.”

“Maybe, maybe not. You can never be sure about the world, Mr Holmes, which keeps it amusing.” She remarked. “But that’s not what I intended to ask. I mean gone as in dead, or deceased, if you prefer.”

Unlike normal people, The Woman had played with death for quite a few times. From the moment she decided to go up against his brother, she had already set up a fatal plan for herself, with a little help from his arch nemesis, Jim Moriarty. When he received her Christmas gift on his mantelpiece, he had anticipated what would be inside it. Still, he had wanted his assumption to be wrong for the first time in his life. Then she came back and with his ‘help’ she had almost succeeded in bringing his brother and therefore, England to their knees. Only after an eleventh hour deduction had he realised her feelings for him and her camera-phone code, which was a clever pun of his name.

And then the Karachi... She was sitting there, ready to die… only to find him as her executioner. As much as he wanted to ignore her, to act like he didn’t care, he couldn’t live with the idea of him being the cause of her death. Through his connections, Sherlock tracked down her location and infiltrated an entire terrorist cell to save her. Afterwards, she had lived under many aliases. Every time she stopped using a name, there would be a text in his phone and they would go out to have dinner to celebrate that identity’s ‘last night’. From time to time, the idea of her death became more abstract to him.

But why did she choose that question to ask? By the time events at Sherrinford occurred, thanks to John’s inability to keep secrets, his dear brother had known about her survival and she had stopped using aliases. Unless…

He decided to make an observation of her, she had lost at least seven pounds since his last saw her, but other than that he couldn’t make out any noteworthy particulars. It was rather irritating how ineffective his scan was on her, but he could feel that she was hinting at something behind that question. If there was anything he learnt about The Woman, apart from being one of his most formidable ex-opponent to date, was that there would always be more than meets her eyes. Nothing she had done so far is random or coincidental. He decided to take a gambit, which would go either thankfully wrong or horribly right. He gently put his left hand over her right and looked directly into her eyes.

“Before I answer your question, I need you to do something for me. I need you to tell me you’re not going to die tomorrow. No avoiding, no paraphrasing, just a straightforward sentence.”

“I’m not going to die tomorrow.” Her words came out with a sharp sounding tone. He let out a sigh of relief. Her pulse was stable, her pupils were still. The Woman hadn't lied to him. But before he could lift his hand off hers, another train of thought arose. What if it wasn’t ‘tomorrow’? What if she had used that word deliberately to mess up his mind? He then continued with his move:

“Then tell me your question isn’t about the fact that you’re dying.”

He waited for a reply, one simple, clear reply to know that his hypothesis was fallacious, that he would not lose Irene Adler again. But she just gave him a doleful smile. No words coming out of her throat had proven the validation in his suspicion.

So many questions came to his mind the second he realised how true he had been, yet none of them could escape his mouth. He couldn’t process this new-fangled information. He felt impotence, benumbed and as if he had been tricked into an immeasurable void.

It was The Woman’s voice that brought him to his senses:

“I hope you could let go of my hand now.”

He lifted his hand with burden. He had to come up with a question, otherwise his brain would suffer from deterioration.

“How long did you know about your…condition?”

“A while now.”

“Would help if you were being a bit more specific.”

“This day three months ago.”

Sherlock scoured through his collapsing mind palace. Three months before he had received a text from her telling him she needed to see him immediately. Of course he would have come if it hadn’t been for Lestrade’s information of his current case, which was too fascinating to be missed. He then decided to ignore her text. He could tell she was not too excited to meet him afterwards. But he genuinely didn’t know she was going to tell him about this. And now all he could feel was guilt and regret.

“Then what are you dying from?”

She gave him another smile as she confirms what he does not want to hear the most at the moment: “Asbestos lung cancer, first stage.” He could notice the witheld tear in her eyes.

With all the strength he still had in his body, he confronted her: “Asbestos lung cancer can only be caused by serious exposure to said substance. To the best of my knowledge, you are not a blue collar worker. So how could you be diagnosed with such disease?”

“There are many things you and other people don’t know about me, Mr Holmes. My mother had me when she was only sixteen. She and I were kicked out of her parents’ house when I was two years of age. We then lived in a shack near a weave factory.” She paused for the slicker of a moment.  “My mother began working at that factory to raise me, I was too young back then.”She swallowed “ We lived like that for almost a decade until my mother died of a seizure. Afterwards, I made my way in the world, moved to London and became who I am now.” She stopped for a moment and then continued, “I’ve let go most of my childhood memories, Mr Holmes. I couldn’t even remember my mother’s face when she passed away. But the odour of that factory was the one thing that still haunts me…. I guess it was the onset of my illness.” She stopped and took a breath.” But please don’t feel sympathized or piteous for me. I despise being pitied by anyone, especially by you.”

“How long do you still have?” He asked with a sour tone.

“About 13 months. I’m still on the early stage. The doctor said I still had a chance of survival, but I tend not to let myself be that optimistic.”

“You did say we can never know about the world. Maybe you can pull this off.” He tried to say in the calmest tone as possible.

“I know, which is why I’m travelling to America for further treatment tomorrow.”

“What? Why can’t you do that in London?”

“Because the last thing I want is you seeing me in a hideous form or I seeing you pitying me.”

“Oh now you’re being absurd, miss Adler.”  He bitterly remarked.

“There’s nothing you can do or nothing I will do to change the decision, Mr Holmes. I’ve filed the paper, the ink has dried. I’m leaving tomorrow. Deal with it,” she affirmed with the most determined tone he had ever heard of her. He couldn’t make out any convincing argument against her. Instead, he sat back and laughed at how ironic life turned out to be. It was Christmas day when he first lost her, the day where family, friends, the ones you cared about, were supposed to be found. Not that she was of his concern back then, but to see her lying there in the morgue still affected him. In a way he had never been affected before. Back to the day where everyone was joined with those they love and he was about to lose her again, only this time it might as well be permanently.

“So? What is your answer then?” The Woman asked with a curious tone.

“To what?” 

“My early question.”

He realised he had forgotten the utmost question. What would happen once The Woman was… gone? He recalled the day where he was shot by Mary, as his dying breath his mind drove him to her again. Mummy and Daddy will cry, The Woman will cry… He wondered if he will cry for her this time. Back then he didn’t, as he felt apprehensive about his feelings. But now…

The orchestra was playing Salut d'amour. The musician who wrote this gave it to his fiancé as an engagement present to express his undying love for her. He also wrote a score for The Woman once, in the days she was dead. People could say it was a Lamentation d’amour, but it was more than that. The score spoke in his behalf, a reflection and representation of him, much like The Woman herself. She was his opponent, but also his feminine embodiment. They were the two sides of the same coin, never headed towards the same direction, but made for each other definitively.

He couldn’t give any justifiable answer to her question. No words would be enough to describe the hollowness he would feel once she went to her resting place. After a moment of contemplation, he stood up, went straight towards the orchestra and asked the violist to let him play one score. This was his first and probably last time playing this composition for her. He didn’t care how she would interpret this piece of music or whether she loved it. This was him making an exception for her, letting her in and never letting her go.

Sherlock returned to his table to find The Woman was smiling gratifyingly at him.

“Your answer is quite melodious, Mr Holmes. Thank you so much.”

“What am I being thanked for again?” Another out of context sentence from her.

“You did a magnificent job playing this role, sweetie.” The Woman went on without answering his question. “I must admit I was waiting for a different reaction, but it got even better.”

“What do you mean I was playing a role?” He said confused.

“You don’t understand that, do you? No wonder Eurus told me you were the slow one. I have to say the backstory was a bit ostentatious. But then, who could ever resist a touch of drama? Still, it was hilarious how you fell for that story. You should have seen your face while listening to it, Mr Holmes. It was priceless” She laughed “I’ll send you a picture of that later on. Oh, before you can ask, I just want to say I took the picture through this restaurant camera footage.” She said pointing to a camera behind her ”I know this restaurant’s owner. Well, I know what she likes. I got it all captured, from the journey of emotion and enlightenment, to the conflict in the expressions, to that heartfelt violin arrangement. God, it almost brought me to tears. I’ve never expected to see such … sentimental sides of you, Mr Holmes. Had I known I would get these gems, I would have done it way sooner.” The Woman explained while not trying to hide her amusement.

“I’m sorry but did you say you met my sister? Was she involved in your... shenanigans?” Immensely embarrased, he tried to deflect the subject of the conversation. 

“Yes and also yes.” The Woman said without hesitation. “Didn’t Mycroft inform you about this? You see, I was her Christmas present last year. Three minutes of unsupervised conversation and I couldn’t help but admire that woman. Such a transcendent person she was. Gave me a lot of advice of how to make my narrative more convincing. I think she wanted the footage for “emotional context”, her own words. I’m sending the footage to her via Doctor Watson, but you can send it if you want.”

“Why don’t you do it by yourself?”

“Three months ago I did have something important to tell you. When I said I was travelling to America tomorrow, that wasn’t a lie, but it was for theatrical business. I got a semi-leading role through an acquaintance. I knew what he liked. The play will be released in Broadway theatre, so I’m going there to follow my dream. I think I will have a marvellous acting career, don’t you think? Considering I’ve just deceived the great Sherlock Holmes. Nevertheless, it was really rude of you to ignore my texts that many times. So I came up with this plan to return the favour, with a little help from your sister, obviously.”

“So you went through all this trouble just because I ignored your texts…”

“… and didn’t apologize afterwards.” The Woman finished his sentence “Sherlock, I like you and I like the way we are right now. But if you’re insisting on that sort of behaviours I will get annoyed. And once you’ve surpassed my endurance, well,” The woman leaned towards his face and whispered in his ear “I’m going to be really naughty.” She then gave him her most innocent smile, yet he still felt shivers all over his body.

Throughout this entire evening night he had been tormented, dumbfounded and threatened, yet deep down he still felt incredibly aroused with her mischief. Sure, their night out might not be that typical, even by their standard, and that he was humiliated and defeated, again. He couldn’t help but smile at how unbelievable the night turned out to be. He couldn’t wait till her departure from America and their anticipating dinner.

What a woman, what a night.

Later on the day, Sherlock received a text message, her text. She sent him a picture with his face being frankly ridiculous:

You looked so cute when you’re agonising, Mr Holmes. – IA.

I always try to extend my bank of facial expression. – SH.

Sure you are. Happy Valentine’s Day, Mr Holmes. - IA.

“It was just an excuse for chocolates and greeting cards sales.”. He had the words written, but then decided to make it a bit different.

Happy Valentine’s Day as well, miss Adler. Have a great flight. - SH.

Well what do we have here, the great detective is being sentimental. Thanks for your regards, dear. - IA.

I’m simply being courteous. - SH.

You know you love me, Mr Holmes. - IA.

Do I? - SH. Yes, but I’ll never admit it.

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whats it like feeling psychotic and living with your parents like a leech for the third year in a row?  well its like this--brother home from the summer, doesnt talk to me, i dont talk to him.  we get food every so often from a noodle place.  im trying to eat less carbs so when i get a chance to order (instead of them picking it up and assuming they know what i want, and giving me shit about being a leech if i say “couldnt you have asked me what i want”), i get the noodles replaced with zucchini noodles (+75 cent upcharge).  so my brother picks up noodles while the parents are on a trip to vegas (worktrip, we’re not rich but my mom does spend free money on herself while claiming we have none for me--not like i need a new wardrobe, only if its on her conditions will we ever go shopping, while she buys tons of new furniture and goes on the vegas trip with my dad who was going for work so they took an extra few days and well, the message is clear, fuck me for being a leech).   the crazy feeling part is, whenever i mention noodles, my dad goes out and buys it a day or two after.  and it feels like i control his mind to get him to go buy shit for me.  but we argued and he witheld it from me because i said “i wish i had known, coulda replaced it with zucchini noodles”.  i said no one cares about my opinion, and he says, “well, truth is your opinion doesnt mean shit when you dont have a job”.  yeah well im fucking trying, and anxious as fuck, and the pressure only makes it worse.  its enough feeling like a failure to just want to kms, but its such a pathetic reason to kill myself.  oh and mom bought the noodles the other day and didnt replace it with zucchini noodles. her go to phrase is “it costs extra” yeah mom a 1000$ bed and 2 new desk chairs one after the other for the same goddamn desk and other furniture and a rug costs extra, and youve got over 100 shoes and i own one pair of shoes, that all costs extra too.  give me my goddamn youth back that you didnt even realize you pressured away from me, because all you saw was a boy, and i cant blame you for that shit.  fuck society, fuck my underconfidence, and fuck everything.  oh and proof that humans are psychic. i was thinking about eating noodles all day today.  so i think i sent that suggestion through my dads head, or maybe he sent it to my head.  and so i ate a cup noodle and a bag noodle before getting noodles from him that he picked up after exercising.  like what the fuck. and this exact scenario has happened multiple fucking times.  the worst part is that my parents are pushovers and thats why i haven’t been kicked out yet.  they feel guilty, i feel guilty, they pressure me, i crumble and overreact, they subvert my mental illness, i use my mental illness as a crutch too much

my life is a fucking psychic insane timeloop of a rut of melodramatic madness

[violetvenom]

What's also interesting to notice if you watch some conversations; he is basically like "I DID THAT! I WROTE THAT! LOOK WHAT GREAT DWD STUFF I DO!" but when you point out flaws and how ooc some of the characters were he goes instantly "BRILL WROTE THIS NONSENSE!".

In German there is a saying which goes "sich mit fremden Federn schmücken" which translates "to adorn oneself with borrowed plumes" and basically means you take credit from others when it fits you. (I just had to add this because feathers..ducks...my humour is silly okay.) And if we puzzle together and recall what the whole arguing between Ian Brill and Aaron Sparrow was...it's fucking ironic. I somehow got an idea who stole credits from whom. 🤔

Spei showed me those screens and more when that conversation happened and as soon as he asked if the targeted person was autistic I just went 'yuck'. He literally implies he talks to autistic persons different and this gives me instantly a very negative impression as if autists were less smart than non-autists or something and you have to use 'easy words'. Also how he uses furry...like dude...you WROTE about some talking ducks and act like you are the DWD messiah just because you were lucky your fanfiction got printed...if we are disgusting perverted furries by the pure standard of "we like a 90s cartoon and those characters" then what the fuck does this say about you? 🤣

Also I LOVE how he literally feels attacked by simple questions. As if everything which doesn't agree with his views is a direct attack on his person.

What I also love is how he arguments that he wanted to make Quackerjack more like Tad Stones had envisioned him back then. Dude...Quackerjack IS already a dark character.... kidnapping kids and forcing them to work?....blowing buildings with guards up?...burning half a city down?...basically convincing some random guy to commit suicide?..oh and he even tried himself to commit suicide while trying to take DW and Gos with him because he literally was "all or nothing"...if that's not dark then I don't know.

Did he even watch the cartoon?

And then he even calls Michael Bell "VERY menancing"...like....wtf. Yes, a voice actor majorly contributes to a figures personality but does Sparrow forget that the show had many different writers? And even Tad Stones once admitted that was a major point why Quackerjack became the character we know now. Heck, that's even one reason why in some episodes Quackerjack was really evil and in others just "some silly terrorist".

You can't just take a character and wrote 1-2 comics and change his whole personality! Funnily I've had just read about the character development of Harley Quinn and her character development lasted for...what?...20 YEARS? And then there is Sparrow and thinks he can change Quackerjack in a few comics? And if that alone wasn't bad and unrealistic enough..he wanted to change him for the worse!

And the rundown didn't even made sense for me because Quackerjack couldn't care less about Negaducks opinion about him.

Just remember how he even became an evil jester!

As his company went down he was not thinking "oh..maybe I made some mistakes and should reflect on them" he was more like "video games did this to me! I need to destroy them to gain my glory back!". He blamed everything/everyone else except himself.

In my opinion it just makes sense if he would have not cared that Negaduck thinks he is not mean enough. He was never bothered by that fact. He never fought back when Negaduck ridiculed him (and the others). He wouldn't be bothered that much that Negaduck witheld informations even if he really wanted to know. He would find ways to get what he wants because that's what he always did. But there is one thing which would have totally bothered him! The fact Negaduck destroyed something which was dear to him!

And if you ask me the conclusion would be "Negaduck is the next target". That would fit his shtick!

This was even a reoccuring thing in the cartoon and not only for his debut.

The end of Toys Czar Us was literally "Dumbwing destroyed my whole toy kingdom in the sewers...I WILL BLOW THIS PLACE UP WITH HIM, THAT ANNOYING GIRL AND MYSELF! THAT WILL SHOW THEM!"

Sparrow even argued "the type of Mr Bananabrain he carries with is influencing his personality". What?....He really didn't watched the cartoon, didn't he? Mr. Bananabrain started as a random silly bomb. The show writers apparently decided that Mr. Bananabrain should become more than that one day. Even nowadays Tad Stones himself rarely aknowledges Mr. Bananabrain in is drawings when he draws Quackerjack. So this totally contradicts with his "I wanted to make him like Tad Stones envisioned him" statement.

Geez....I could go on and on and on...but for now I'm tired and just want to bang my head on the table.

I'm not saying I could write a better depiction of our beloved jester duck for a story than Sparrow but at least I can see reoccuring patterns in his behaviour.

[Edit] I just remembered what I also ironically love about Sparrow. Tells his fanboys/girls "Don't waste time on those weirdos!" but at the same time he is like *furiously searches his own name every 5 minutes so he can reply and reeeeeeee*

Or how he "complains" how he gets blocked by people instead that they defend their views..yeah..I would block you too at a certain point if you stalk and send your watchdogs after me. Got no time or energy for this shit.

I really can’t fathom how a grown ass man like him keeps insulting young audiences. Yes people on both ends weren’t quite nice but for reasons. Stalking those Twitter accounts like a creep to find stuff to reply to and bringing other people into the argument just for defender purposes isn’t okay. (people didn’t even tag him, or @ him. It seems he simply keeps checking twitter for his name on a daily/hourly basis…) There is a big step between someone saying on their blog: “Sparrow can kiss my ass” And straight up calling people “cockroaches, bitter nobodies, mentally disturbed furry weirdos”

Also I know like 2% of those bots following me will care but besides archiving that, putting this somewhere else than twitter is kind of important.

As a previous Darkwing Duck and comic book writer that he is, who has been cheered and cherished by the community, this simply is no way to interact with fans or talk about them.

At least I don’t think so. Feel free to yell, throw fits or say he’s in the right.

Also I won’t post the people he’s targeting here cause that’s not the point.. I still think its better to agree that you disagree instead of doing this…

[cakenwxnderlust]

She takes a graceful sip of her drink. Imnah did not mind getting drunk and having a good time, but never during work. She could do that during her free time, when she did not have to keep up an act.

“Very convenient indeed, and quite boring, one would say. Fate is a cruel mistress, is she not?”, she quipped, turning her body to lean her behind against the bar as she swirled the wine around in its glass.

“I find it hard to believe opinions truly don’t matter to you. After all, you’re a businessman, you have to think about your image, even a little bit”.

At his comment about her dress she witheld a snort, instead choosing to smile sweetly at him. “Sadly I do not provide sexual services, as stated in my profile on the agency’s website. Either the associate who.. ‘gave’ me to you did not read our descriptions, or he chose to book me on purpose, knowing this”

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She couldn’t help a laugh escaping her. “So my heels compliment my tits? Must say, strangest compliment I’ve ever recieved”.

She leans her chin delicatly on her hand, watching him for a moment. He seemed like the typical ‘rich boy’ type, to her. But he was blunt, and didn’t appear to iron his words, and she had to admit she enjoyed it. Most clients she accompanied tried to keep their words clean and proper, even if she could feel the desire dripping off them like thick honey. Women were most blunt, as they had less to lose. The man’s bluntness was almost refreshing, if she remembered what ‘refreshing’ felt like.

“Well to be frank with you, I didn’t expect to be just sitting around in a lavish penthouse. I got dressed for a gala, a business party”. Imnah stood up from the chair, and walked over to him at the bar, taking the glass out of his hand. “It’s quite a waste of this dress, if you ask me”. Her green eyes watched him over the rim of the glass before she held it out. “And it would be quite rude of me to refuse a drink, wouldn’t it?”

       Lucky snorts at the comment and grabs another glass.

              “Well, shit, how convenient they hire ya’ on the one night of the year I ain’t got nothin’ going on, huh?” most nights the penthouse was a disaster. Full of various party goers, high off drugs and drunk off alcohol, destroying the place in celebration of nothing in particular. Lucky loved to live, to be surrounded by loud music, loud people–

       But, fuck, even he needs a break from business friends and hot strippers. 

              He pours his own glass full of wine to near-overflowing, intent on getting drunk quite clear– Not even bothering to return the bottle back to it’s rightful place on the shelf. They’re both going to be needing more.

       “It might be, it might not be. Gotta admit, I don’t know what counts as rude anymore, babe. I just fuckin’ do what I gotta do. Who cares what other people think? Throw enough money at ‘em, pull off some big PR charity stunt, and they forget just about anything.” 

              Lucky pauses to down his entire glass in one sitting before bothering to refill either glass.

       “If you think it’s a waste to wear it without a party, maybe you should take it off.”