*whispers* someone write a fic where Derek saves Stiles from a fire even though it’s terrifying for him to do because it reminds him of his family and then Stiles is all surprised and awed by it and Derek realizes that Stiles the secret love of his life almost died and then KISSING
I think that the biggest tragedy in my life is the fact that I will never be able to tell Jeremy Brett how much I love him as a person, and how he was perfect as Sherlock Holmes that watching him acting wasn’t like watching someone acting at all, it was like watching Sherlock Holmes in flesh and bones in front of me and I was never ready for that experience and I will gratefully never recover from it, because
I always feel like this everytime I watch the granada version.
I’ve (lovingly) complained a lot about RWBY being separated in volume 4 because I enjoy the show the most when the four of them are together, but I also recognize how separating them makes their choice to inevitably be team RWBY again one day so much more important.
Like, at Beacon they were team RWBY because they had to be. Because Ruby happened to run into Weiss, and Blake happened to find Yang (I’ll still fight you that Blake chose to reveal herself to Yang though). Because both pairs happened to pick the white knight relics.
They never chose to be team RWBY, even if they did grow to love each other.
So I’m really looking forward to the moment where they all actively choose to be team RWBY because they want to be and not because someone else told them they have to be.
i want to write like the way the end of all you need is love sounds, like when it begins to build and you hear paul go “she loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah” and john shouts “yesterday!” and it’s such a momentous nostalgic swell of sound and it just never fails to make me think of what john and paul had and what they lost and what could have happened
Just reached 4000 followers on Instagram, which is a big deal because of the number, but it makes me happy because I couldn’t draw anything but buildings just a year ago. Then X-Files happened, and the flying saucers, the cabins, the cacti, the planets, the mountains, the trees, and so on.
And in that time.. I found all of you. I won’t really comment on what’s going on at the moment, but I just want to say that I genuinely feel privileged to know all of you. You’re challenging at times, but so am I, so I guess it’s a perfect match.