Kíli can’t tell elf genders apart, he just finds everyone really pretty.
(I headcanon that dwarves express their gender with braids, as it’s simple but effective and can be changed as the individual sees fit. As elves don’t have a similar system, younger Dwarves find it difficult to address elves with proper pronouns, because “what do you mean we have to guess based on their features? Assume based on stereotypical traits, how impolite!”)
- Kaiba’s actor is actually the one who makes the most mistakes/bloopers
- Ishizu’s actress tends to space out a lot during shoots but no one says anything about it since it perfectly matches her ‘mysterious fortune-teller character’
- the directors have Yami’s actor tanned for a while in preparation for season five
- the actors actually enjoy it when the fans tell them about their ships
- Yugi’s actor tends to just laugh awkwardly to Yami’s actor whenever people try to imitate their “aibou” moments
- no one is more invested in the shippings than Marik’s actor
- Marik’s actor made it his mission to update the fans of anything shippy around the set via Twitter. The fans love him for it.
- none of the actors portraying the Ishtars are actually related. Doesn’t stop them from having family nights during weekends tho
- Marik’s actor claims that the Ishtar family night outs actually help them understand their characters more
- surprisingly, Anzu’s actress actually adore the dramatic scenes the most
(talking to INFP and INFJ "freely" gives away some "secrets" about self)
I don't know how you can just tell people your life story...
*later that day*
(pokes INTP) Hey, remember my guarded friend?
Close enough. What do you think of how she doesn't like to reveal things about herself?
Well, if you don't have much to guard, you'll be that much more careful about what you reveal, right? One coin from a small storehouse is more noticeable than your ENTP warehouse of "WTF-where-did-all-this-sh*t-come-from?!".
You know it's quite amazing because people think you're being honest and social when you tell a story from your past because the level of detail and theatrics that go into the story-telling, but you really only tell 12-13% of what really happened.
Yes, and that's usually enough for people to open up to you and spill one of their valuable guarded secrets. *sigh* Humans are so easily manipulated.
I bet you Sherlock and John were pen pals when they were little, they just don’t remember it. Like Sherlock would have really cute bee stationery his mum bought him - without lines, because he’s too old for lines - and one of those address stickers but with bees on them. And he wouldn’t really want to have a pen pal at first, because who needs those, and also, the name is stupid, his mum makes him write in pencil anyways. Which is okay because he has one with honeycomb designs. But his mum signs him up anyways and he gets a letter from John in the mail, and his letter has pirate stationery and Sherlock thinks this is so cool and Sherlock (Billy) writes to John about pirates, and John returns with another letter complimenting him on the bee stationery and asking him how he made the address sticker, and it just goes on until they get a little too old for pen pals, or John moves away. And years and years later they’re living together and in love and Rosie starts getting older and Mrs. Holmes thinks she should get a pen pal too, but who even does that nowadays, like no one, it’s an old-fashioned concept, but Mrs. Holmes gets her these fancy address stickers and Rosie just needs to use them, so she does. And she shows John and Sherlock her first letter and asks them to take her to the post office to mail it out and they both see the bee address label and think….oh
ok but imagine if Lysandra got pregnant (as herself… i’m pretending the ending of eos didn’t happen okay) and when her child first opens its eyes, she remembers. she remembers the color of her true eyes. because her child looks just like her. as her child grows, Lysandra will begin to gradually transform back into her true self. it’ll be the curve of their cheekbones. it’ll be the tawny color of their skin. it’ll be the way their dark hair curls.
she will remember. she will be herself once again. and she will no longer be trapped in another’s body.
One day, she’s going to know. She’ll know your birthday, your middle name, where you were born, your star sign, and your parents names. She’ll know how old you were when you learnt to ride a bike, how your grandparents passed away, how many pets you had, and how much you hated going to school. She’ll know your eye colour, your scars, your freckles, your laugh lines and your birth marks. She’ll know your favourite book, movie, candy, food, pair of shoes, colour, and song. She’s going to know why you’re awake at 5am most nights, where you were when you realised you’d lost a good friend, why you picked up the razor and how you managed to put it down before things went too far. She’s going to know your phobias, your dreams, your fears, your wishes, and your worries. She’s going to know about your first heartbreak, your dream wedding, and your problems with your parents. She’ll know your strengths, weaknesses, laziness, energy, and your mixed emotions. She’s going to know about your love for mayonnaise, your dream of being famous when you were five, your need to quote any film you know all the way through, and your fear of growing older. She’ll know your bad habits, your mannerisms, your stroppy pout, your facial expressions, and your laugh like it’s her favourite song. The way you chew, drink, walk, sleep, fidget and kiss. She’s going to know that you’ve already picked out wedding flowers, baby names, tiles for the bathroom, bridesmaid dresses, and the colour of your bedroom walls. She’s going to know, get annoyed at and then accept that you leave clothes everywhere, take twenty minutes to order a Starbucks, have to organise your DVD’s alphabetically, and check your horoscope… just incase. She’ll know your McDonald’s order, how many sugars to put in your tea, how many scoops of ice cream you want, and that you need your sandwiches cut into triangles. She’s going to know how you feel without you telling her, that you need a wee from a look on your face, and that you’re crying without shedding tears. She’s going to know all of it. Everything. You, from top to bottom and inside out. From learning, from sharing, from listening, from watching. She’s going to know every single thing there is to know, and you know what else? She is still going to love you.
Killian Jones, the person who knows and understands Emma Swan better than ANYBODY ELSE, knew she would react the exact way that she did. He understands what his ‘leaving’ would do to her. How it would hit her and what she would do (remember how he asked her not to put her armor back on when she was leaving him in the Underworld? He KNOWS her).
Killian Jones isn’t thinking less of Emma, and I don’t think it’s fair for anybody else to do so either.
Contex: our group who has a warlock yielding(me), wood elf druid, half-orc barbarian, human cleric, high high elf ranger and a half elf bard he wasn’t there this season. We just finished accidentally summoning our 3 guild masters because their mother is a goddess we wanted to talk too and ended up fighting a cult. We beat them and cleaned the tainted moon pool. Or for masters teleported away and have us some keys to get back to the guild.
Me: I go to take the keys
*Roles nat 1*
Half-orc: * punches me in the face for 14 HP*
Me: *forgets moon pool isn’t tainted and drinks out of it and takes 5 radiant dmg*
Party goes to near by town and uses the keys
Me:*parinoid of anything that can hurt me*
1st one lead to no where that we can remember
2nd one leads to dark room with a glowing map table
Me: *decides to try 1st key in here*
Open door looks different from last time we used the key
Me:*walks in and fails saving throw comes back out * murmering about monkeys *another 10 psychic damage*