#if barely

Sadly no stabbing a bitch, that kind of didn't fit the idea I had for Dick's story (Though there would have been considering of a stabbing in the one I had started to think up for Brucie-baby). I really liked the prompt and it inspired me quite a bit, but in the end I fear my story didn't actually capture what you wanted completely... But it's still something I did and that's enough for me at the moment. Hope it's any good.

Valentines Dress

Yandere!Dick Grayson x fem!reader Summary: With what little resources you have at your disposal, you’ve been hard at work planning something, keeping it secret from your captors. This was the make or break moment. The only question…How will Dick react to your little stunt?

A/N: I know em-dashes are an AI indicator, but no AI could churn out this. Trust. Also, AI can rip dashes out of my cold, dead hands. I love them too much.

The dress was the most difficult part. Everything else you could sort of improvise, but you couldn't exactly go ahead and ask for a new dress. Sure, Dick would probably jump over himself in joy at getting to buy you something pretty. Hell, he'd just be happy that you ask him for anything at all. You swear, if he had a tail, it'd wag every time you asked him to bring you a glass of water or a blanket or anything. But his excitement was exactly the issue. He'd want to know what for and then he'd unravel all the thread you so perfectly braided into your plan. So - without much choice left (given you weren't exactly allowed to leave the apartment to go shopping unsupervised and you knew everyone he trusted with your 'safety' would tell him everything that happened, even if you begged them not to) - you elect to do it yourself. The fabric is the easiest part, Dick is a tall, muscular guy, so it's easy to find one of his simple black, long-sleeved workout shirts and make it disappear from his closet without him noticing. The thread...was more complicated. That stuff wasn't exactly lying around, especially not in this apartment. Dick made sure to have his supplies for patching up his suit (or himself) locked away - all because you tried to stab him one time with scissors. Ridiculous, really. But you do find a way. The blue, knitted horse plush always rubbed you the wrong way. It was - quite frankly - hideous. It also didn't really have any emotional attachment for you towards Dick either. It was just one of many he gave you when you first had your period while in his...care. It took a while, but soon you had taken most of the body apart and secured yourself the threat. Even if it was annoyingly thick and difficult to work with. You already figured getting a pair of scissors was impossible, but you could work with that. You didn't have a lot of sewing knowledge on how to make something extravagant out of the shirt, so you'd take it a little more simple. But that left one thing over. A needle. As the week passes by, you figure that your entire plan was for naught, but then...a miracle. Dick comes home with a bad slash in his side and he lets you help clean him up. He was so out of it at the end of sewing himself up, that he left the needle lying out in the open. You pocket it before cleaning the rest away. Ideally, Dick would be none the wiser.

We did end up getting a nice little break in the clouds, at least.

“Somewhere along the line, you must have thought this was a good idea,” the emperor said. His voice was low and deep, dangerous.

Jiang Cheng kept his eyes fixed on the wall in front of him – the harem wall, where men were most decidedly not allowed to go – and said nothing. There wasn’t any point. No matter how he’d gotten here, he was here, violating ancient rules for which the punishment was clear: castration at best, execution at worst.

His sole comfort was that at least he didn’t have any family to be executed alongside him for his crime.

After all, women married out, which meant Jiang Yanli was no longer part of his family, and Wei Wuxian – well.

Wei Wuxian had made his choices long ago.

Just re-watched scandal in Belgravia and I think this is my favourite Sherlock.

I like : Lara Pulver, how Molly put Sherlock in his place, how he apologises (Sherlock apologising! The world is coming to an end!), the humour (I won’t list all the moments because there are a lot in this one), and above all, the ending and how David Arnold and Michael Price’s music nailed it.

Here! Like Dracula, the scenario is terrible,but somehow, it works perfectly.

And I finally decided that Mofftiss ARE sentimental.

And I almost forgot : Sherlock half naked? Not half bad!!

Oh yes! This scene, though :

Sherlock : Yes! Punch me! In the face! Didn’t you hear me?

John : I always hear “punch me in the face” when you’re speaking but it’s usually subtext.

And later:

John : I was a soldier. I killed people.

Sherlock : you were a doctor.

John : I had bad days!!!

RDJ is 5′8″. Karen Gillan is 5′11″, and also probably wearing heels.