break my walls

brilliantorinsane  asked:

Hi! Do you happen to know at which scenes in T6T and TLD the characters look directly at the camera? I've heard it happens four times, but I've only found two of them. Thanks!

Hi Lovely!

Certainly! Here’s Sherlock in T6T at 14:58:

John in T6T at 1:10:04:

And there’s this one in TLD at 36:12, which is REALLY quick and if you blink you miss it!

And Culverton in TLD at 1:15:16 (this one I’m a bit “meh” about because I don’t think this was an “unintentional” fourth wall break):

And if you want to be pedantic, Sherlock literally breaks down 4 walls in TFP at 1:12:55

And people have said that this one of Jim in TFP at 38:25 is also fourth-wall breaking, but I don’t consider it this because he’s talking to Mycroft; the camera is where Myc’s shoulder is:

It’s not fourth wall breaking, to me, if the character is talking to another character. Sherlock does it often enough in the series when we are “the deduction wall”, as in when we are watching from the POV of the wall or the monitor. These ones are more noticeable because these are the ACTORS – NOT THE CHARACTERS – LOOKING AT THE CAMERA. 

The John one is the most blatant one, I think, because it’s ALL MARTIN, and it’s  the LONGEST ONE; HE LITERALLY ACKNOWLEDGES THE CAMERA AND TAKES A SIP OF WINE:

So yeah, gang, please add others if you see them. Remember: they have to NOT be part of the “script” of sorts. Just the actors breaking character and staring at the camera.

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#magnus looks as though he’s trying hard not to show how much of him is breaking#still looking straight at alec#keeping his emotions in check#magnus waits until the doors close to finally fall apart

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“You see, in my dotage, I have come to realize that I’m not 100% sure I truly exist. I may, just may mind you, be born and thrust forth out of the collective minds of those two horrors (Damon Albarn & Jamie Hewlett). It doesn’t make me any less real, but they did gave me substance. Or substances. I’m not sure.”

-Murdoc Niccals (iTunes Interview 2010)

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Sinja AU & HC week: Day 1- Destiny

This is one of my dearest HCs ♥. Just like the guys could sense Sin’s importance for them after his speech at Valefor, Sin can also sense how important they will be for him the moment he meets them. That’s why he still wants to be friends with them when they started as enemies.
However what he saw when he met Ja’far was a little confusing (so it was when he met Drakon, but he understood as soon as he saw him assimilated)….This is pre-sinja btw.

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Don’t Break This Deal AU comic, where Wirt tried to trick Bill, the demon underestimated Wirt, and both of them ended up sharing one body! Part 6, where Bill pokes around in Wirt’s mind and opens something he shouldn’t have, resulting in Wirt passing out and meeting The Beast

Comic parts: | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9

anonymous asked:

A scenario of a reverse-harem situation of the Valentines day in P5 with Akira, Akechi (especially him <3), Ryuji and Yusuke (and maybe Mishima and/or Iwai if it doesn't get too long)? But instead of the girl already dating them, they are just all interested in her and realize they have competition and try to one-up each other (I like jealousy but hate cheating). She is oblivious and thinks they get along well. Bonus points if Yusukes says he wants to draw her nude in front of the other guys.

Absolutely none of them would do this but I love this idea so much?? hello host club Thank you for the prompt, and I hope you like it!

Note: I’ll be writing this in second person, so I hope you don’t mind!

WARNING: spoilers ahead. Please read at your own discretion.


“My dear, I… have something to tell you,” Akira stated softly, a desirous twinkle in his pitch-black eyes as he brushed your hair behind your ear. His fingertips caressed your cheek, the delicate sensation eliciting a tingly shudder from you. “I-”

“I beg your pardon, but what is the meaning of this?” Yusuke’s typically elegant cadence had now turned dark, the threatening edge slicing through the formerly romantic atmosphere like a blade through paper as the chime of Leblanc’s front door greeted him. A bouquet of hand-picked flowers was nestled in his pearly gloved hands, his steely orbs narrowing at the despicable sight of Akira attempting to enthrall you.

“I must concur with Kitagawa, I would like an explanation as well,” another voice demanded, his inflection as silky as his shoulder-length, chestnut hair that was currently fashioned into a neat ponytail.

“The hell’s Akechi doin’ here?!” Ryuji’s boisterous voice startled everyone as he burst through the door, and right as the door was about to click shut, a hand had halted any further movement.

“Jeez, Sakamoto… you could have at least held the door,” the owner of the hand complained, stepping through the entrance to reveal Mishima’s petite form. All of the boys present sported sleek suits of differing colors, and they sized each other up before diverting their gaze to Akira, who still had his palm gently pressed on your cheek.  

Akira sealed his eyelids shut and chuckled triumphantly, retracting his hand from your face to adjust his jet-black glasses with his leather fingertips. “You’re all far too late… not that any of you would have had a chance in the first place.”

“Kurusu… of course you’d be here already,” Akechi vehemently commented, a menacing undertone tainting his soothing voice. “With all due respect, I feel that I am the only appropriate suitor for them-”

“Oh yeah? And why is that?” Ryuji growled, daring the detective to proceed as he stuffed his fists into his pockets.

Akechi sighed and shook his head, a gloved hand raised in exasperation. “It would be a waste of valuable time to explain it to delinquents and outcasts such as yourselves; however, a sophisticated person like them would understand without my clarification, and they are the sole person who truly matters at the moment.”

“Well, you’re not wrong… a-about them mattering, I mean. But if anyone is a good match for them, it’s me. The rest of you have way too many issues,” Mishima chided, his arms slowly crossing as he leaned back slightly.

“Anyone that says ‘kek’ out loud doesn’t get to lecture us.” Ryuji lurched toward the admin and intimidatingly loomed over him, his chocolate eyes squinted.

Yusuke practically teleported in front of you, kneeling on a single knee and warily clasping your hand, subsequently elevating the back of it to his lips where he pressed a sweet kiss, his steely gaze never relinquishing your own. “You look breathtaking as always, my angel, but I wonder how ethereal you would appear posing nude for me, vulnerable for my eyes only…” Chuckling, the artist abruptly rose to his feet and swept you into his lithe arms, astonishing you with his unforeseen strength. “Come, let us abandon these ruffians and create beautiful art together, with our eternal love as the paintbrush!”

“You pretentious bastard!” Ryuji bellowed, charging at Yusuke’s profile to tackle him to the ground. Fortunately, Akira had caught you before you could topple into the fray of wrestling men.

“And now you’re back in my arms,” Akira grinned affectionately, his porcelain face inches away from yours. You basked in the warmth of his coffee-stained breath, and he tenderly placed you down on your feet before continuing, “Just the way it’s meant to be.“ Akira tugged you by the waist and descended his mouth to your ear, his voice husky as he whispered, “Now, what do you say we enjoy our Valentine’s Day… alone?”

A spectating Akechi scoffed at his rival as he jerked him by the collar to pry him from you. The condescension that dripped from his tone was as clear as daylight as he hissed, “As far as I’m concerned, it is not their duty to take out the trash.”

“You would know,” Mishima spat, promptly obstructing Akechi’s path to you, accompanied by the cacophony of Ryuji and Yusuke’s bickering that resonated off the walls of the desolate cafe.

Akechi’s burgundy orbs slanted and blazed with vitriol. “Out of my way, fool. The fairest royalty only deserves the most devoted prince, not some forgettable NPC that has thoroughly failed to establish an appearance as an official party member.”

“Better a forgettable NPC than a popular murderer,” Mishima snarled, the two of them quite literally butting heads.

Akira fumbled with his loosened collar a moment before he interjected, “To be fair, you’re not even supposed to be alive right now.”

Akechi spiraled around to cast a malevolent glare at the bespectacled boy, his pin-straight arms plastered to his sides as he strenuously forced his most pleasant smile. “Haha, is that so? And what nominates attic trash like you with the privilege of spending the day with them?”

“I’m the main character; it’s well within my right to steal their heart,” Akira proclaimed cheekily as he firmly tugged the rims of his crimson gloves. 

“N-not if I crush yours first,” Ryuji suddenly drawled, stumbling his way over to quarrel with a groggy expression.

“G-get back here…” Yusuke was trembling behind the blonde’s heels, outstretching his arms in a feeble attempt to clutch one of Ryuji’s broad shoulders. “W-we’re still not finished with our session of rock-paper-scissors, and it’s best two out of three.”

“J-just how intense was this game of yours?!” you inquired with bewilderment, seizing the chance to be able to speak.

Ryuji bashfully rubbed the nape of his neck, a peachy hue airbrushed on his cheeks as he asked, “A-are you worried about me…? Don’t worry, this ain’t nothin’ I can’t handle. A sweet person like you deserves a strong-”

In an instant, Yusuke spawned in front of you with one gloved hand clasping your own while the other solicitously cradled your chin between his thumb and index finger. “My love, I wholeheartedly appreciate your generous concern for my well-being, but an artist’s indomitable passion is not to be taken lightly, especially when it pertains to those they love.”

“H-hey, lemme at least finish my sentence, dammit!” Ryuji’s strong arms suddenly circled around your waist, and he rested his chin on your shoulder, his sigh tickling your ear as he breathed, “Babe… let’s get outta here so I can show ya just how happy I can make ya.”

“S-Sakamoto, you’re way too close!” Mishima chastised, hurriedly maneuvering past Akechi and Akira to wrench both Ryuji and Yusuke away from you. His hands attentively rested on your shoulders and his eyebrows furrowed as he implored, “Are you all right? I can protect you just as much as anyone else here, but we should probably bail. Wouldn’t want to miss our date, now would we?”

Your gaze plummeted to your fidgeting feet, your hands folded in front of you as you twiddled your thumbs. “I-is that really okay? You all seem like you get along so well, so I don’t want to ruin your day together.”

Time seemed to freeze as the din inside Leblanc ceased; even a pin-drop would echo like thunder in the silent vicinity. The heads of multiple males slowly protruded from behind Mishima, various eyes pasted on you as a rosy blush illuminated their cheeks. “S-so cute…” they muttered in a unison so impeccable that it could have easily been mistaken for one person.

Barely a second passed and they were already towering over you in a semi-circle, fervently pleading their cases by listing off their redeeming qualities.

“I can shamelessly eat sweets in public with you, and play video games! O-or fix your computer!” Mishima pitched first, his iron eyes shimmering with dedication.

Akechi pompously straightened his bow-tie as he declared, “I am quite reputable, both for my charisma in addition my expertise regarding pancakes. I should warn you, however: once someone has piqued my interest, I will not be quick to give up until I get what I desire.” He grasped your chin and steadily brushed his thumb over your lips, his piercing auburn stare glimpsing into your very soul.

“How preposterous. My beloved, I am certain I can bestow a most flourishing relationship befitting of someone as divine as you, although I cannot hope to immortalize such vibrancy on canvas, even if you were to… fully expose yourself.”

“Dude, keep your perverted fantasies to yourself! Anyway, it’d be really sad for someone as incredible as you to spend Valentine’s Day alone, and I promise you’re gonna have a ton of fun with me.”

“I’m perfect,” Akira announced smugly, flashing one of his signature heart-throbbing smirks, a flirtatious wink being the cherry on top as he sparkled with eye-catching allure. The remainder of the love-struck group simultaneously gasped in horror, registering that the worst possible outcome had come to fruition: Akira had achieved maximum capacity in all his stats, indicating that he was virtually unstoppable now.

“D-damn it, that super-move is a critical hit that exploits any and all weaknesses,” Mishima grimaced, feeling his own strength sap as he gaped at the universally-accredited irresistible protagonist. “N-no one’s ever been able to resist it… there’s no way we can top that.”

“N-no, we must remain persistent,” Akechi grunted as he broke out into a cold sweat, his bangs matted to the frame of his pasty face. “We cannot allow him to parch any more victims. Please, my dear… the question still remains…”

The men hooked their attention onto you once more, inhaling deeply and fervently chanting the succeeding question in flawless unanimity. “Who will be your Valentine?”

“Iwai!” you answered eagerly.

“Hah?!” the boys exclaimed in perfect synchronization, that single word shattering their determination and confidence like fragile glass.

You peered over their shoulders to wave at the gruff and moderately baffled shop owner as another moment of deafening silence wafted throughout the cafe.

“…Am I interruptin’ something?” Iwai asked, peering at the men with a severely unamused expression on his face.

“Who the hell are you?!” Ryuji questioned as the boys whipped around to sneer at the new opponent. 

Iwai sighed as he uplifted a single hand in mock surrender. “Relax. I just came here to pick up somethin’ for Kaoru.”

Akira’s expression neutralized. “It’s right there on the counter, next to the phone. Tell Kaoru I said hi.”

“Uh, sure… thanks, kid.” The airsoft shop manager tiredly retrieved his order, and right as he was about to open the door, he pivoted around toward the boys and ordered, “You all better not be doin’ anything weird.”

You shook your head vigorously and replied, “No, they were asking me to be their Valentine to try to include me in their group, but I really don’t want to interfere…” A light bulb flickered in your head as realization dawned upon you. “Wait a minute…”

Everyone’s focus was wholly plastered on you as you deliberated your next course of action. You nodded affirmatively to yourself before finally concluding, “Do you mind if I come over to the shop? It’s been forever since I’ve seen Kaoru.”

Iwai’s silver eyes expanded a fraction, but he hastily reverted to an amicable demeanor, a small smile dancing on his lips. “Yeah, I think he’d like that. He could use a friend right now.” 

“All right, let’s go!” you cheerily called as you took a few strides prior to obliviously addressing the boys that were now paralyzed with absolute shock and horror. “Have a good Valentine’s Day, guys!”

You promptly departed for the gun shop with Iwai, and as soon as the front door of Leblanc slammed shut, the boys you unintentionally rejected plunged to the floor face-first, tragically spending the duration of Valentine’s Day immobilized by their suffering and the agonizing deprivation of yet another romance route.

anonymous asked:

Ya know what I hate? That moment in T6T when John breaks the 4th wall - looks right at the camera while sitting on the couch with a glass of wine next to Mary - after asking [of Rosie] "Do you think she'll like bedtime stories? I'd like to do those." Ask question, look at camera, salute with glass, and sip. Just... is it tomorrow yet?

AH YUP. All the fourth wall moments fuck me up so much, but I think this one is the most blatant. He FUCKING NODS TO THE CAMERA. THAT IS 100% MARTIN. THERE IS NO JOHN IN THAT EXPRESSION ANYWHERE.

Gosh I hope we get something tomorrow, if only to end this hell I’m in, LOL