has anyone seen my heart

<i>i just watched sherlock series 4, for the first time and i am at loss for words. anyone who has seen it knows exactly what i am talking about. my heart is shattered into pieces for each and every individual on the show. but especially for sherlock. it pains me so much to see what he went through. i have so much respect for him and always will.

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Wayback Wednesday - His Bobness (with Mark Knopfler on guitars and producing) Tight Connection To My Heart (Has Anyone Seen My Love)

Well, I had to move fast
And I couldn’t with you around my neck.
I said I’d send for you and I did
What did you expect?
My hands are sweating
And we haven’t even started yet.
I’ll go along with the charade
Until I can think my way out.
I know it was all a big joke
Whatever it was about.
Someday maybe
I’ll remember to forget.I’m gonna get my coat,
I feel the breath of a storm.
There’s something I’ve got to do tonight,
You go inside and stay warm.Has anybody seen my love,
Has anybody seen my love,
Has anybody seen my love.
I don’t know,
Has anybody seen my love?You want to talk to me,
Go ahead and talk.
Whatever you got to say to me
Won’t come as any shock.
I must be guilty of something,
You just whisper it into my ear.
Madame Butterfly
She lulled me to sleep,
In a town without pity
Where the water runs deep.
She said, “Be easy, baby,
There ain’t nothin’ worth stealin’ in here."You’re the one I’ve been looking for,
You’re the one that’s got the key.
But I can’t figure out whether I’m too good for you
Or you’re too good for me.Has anybody seen my love,
Has anybody seen my love,
Has anybody seen my love.
I don’t know,
Has anybody seen my love?Well, they’re not showing any lights tonight
And there’s no moon.
There’s just a hot-blooded singer
Singing "Memphis in June, ”
While they’re beatin’ the devil out of a guy
Who’s wearing a powder-blue wig.
Later he’ll be shot
For resisting arrest,
I can still hear his voice crying
In the wilderness.
What looks large from a distance,
Close up ain’t never that big.Never could learn to drink that blood
And call it wine,
Never could learn to hold you, love,
And call you mine.

But Even sent those texts because he’s overthinking everything and he can’t handle his mind on his own. And now Isak didn’t reply, he’s overthinking and worrying even more. He’s trying too hard, he knows it. But he can’t help it. Things are slipping away. He needs to reach out to Isak. He wants to talk about things, but jokes are the only thing that come out. He must be in so much pain. My bae deserves a break.

I can’t blame him for not being able to sleep in his own bed. It must get so lonely. So dark. Isak seems to be the only light around him lately.

SO FROM THE PROMO, IT LOOKS LIKE KILLIAN AND EMMA GO THROUGH THE PORTAL, EITHER STAY TOGETHER OR FIND EACH OTHER, GO TO FIND KILLIAN’S SHIP, FIND IT, TAKE IT FROM ANOTHER KILLIAN, GO TO THE BALL OR SOME SHIT, GET CAUGHT TRYING TO BREAK SHIT UP, AND THAT’S ALL I HAVE SO FAR

I NEED THIS EPISODE NOW

TAKE ALL OF MY MONEY GOD DAMMIT

DO IT

FOR THE LOVE OF GOD TAKE EVERYTHING I OWN

i went to the korean market at the edge of the other side of town — got there with 5 miles left in my car. it was such a sweet place — called arirang — which warmed my heart, brought me back to myself in a strange way. arirang, arirang, aa-a-riyooo, i hummed to myself as i bought the chili flakes, the myeolchi, the doenjjang, things that i had always seen in my family kitchen but had never bought for myself. taken granted their presence in my cupboards. i spent a good hour in there, with my notepad full of ingredients, and found that i didn’t even need my list. that somehow my hands found exactly what i needed. kennip. tubu. the long stalks of dried kelp that i touched, fondly, remembering walking on the beach of itoshima with my sister and her new friends, a small girl with a watering can sprinkling ocean onto ocean. the seaweed and dead fish tangled into each other in displaced disarray. 

korean markets are very important to my well-being. i wasn’t hungry, when i got home, but made the soondubu anyways because i had to, because i was longing for that deep red, for the familiarity of flavor that is too far from this town to find. in the ttukbaegi that mitsuyo onni would use to cook doenjjang-chigae in when i was younger, that i would watch her make, sitting by her feet on the kitchen floor, three burners steaming. the wooden spoon jostling in the hardened clay bowls. i feel like an adult, growing into herself. what i was afraid of was trying these things for myself. what i needed was a space of my own to extend in, to do what i love, within. i am home, i am home, i say to myself quietly as i find the biggest container of sesame oil. i think of david, back in new york, of the night i went over after an awful day at work, to find him and sean sitting at the living room table, making sangyeopsal. how it felt to walk into that room, to that familiar scent, after feeling displaced all day. how i settled into the couch and felt my heart fill, a bowl left in the rain. 

i boil mu and myeolchi and kelp in a steel pot, mince five cloves of garlic and pork belly and shallots, make a tiny batch of rice in the rice cooker. pull my socks off of my feet, foot by foot. i am at least a thousand miles away from anyone who has ever seen me grow up. my heart turns, then turns again, and i nudge it back into place. the cupboards in this house are a sweet, gentle orange wood. the light does not flicker, does not do anything but remain a steady light against the tops of my hands. i spread the chili flakes on the surface of my soondubu and watch the color deepen. against the red, i break bright-green bright-green scallions into small pieces — s-s-s-snap-p — and encircle them around a cracked egg — a protective ring. placing them gently, one by one, onto the surface. i am at least a thousand miles away from anyone who’s ever raised me up. the chigae boils, another minute, on the stove, before i dip my spoon in and eat. 

cipollakate  asked:

What if Bucky doesn't like people walking on eggshells around him during his recovery so he tries to provoke someone into being anything other than calm and understanding so he can feel like they're treating him normal and he keeps taking Kate's bars until he's slowly eating 1 in front of her one day and she snaps "hey, that's MINE, Freezer Burn" and she's instantly horrified because OH NO I'M A FUCKING ASSHOLE & Bucky's delighted & it's the 1st time anyone other than Steve has seen him smile

YES! Also, it warms my heart that we just accept that Kate lives or hangs out a lot in the tower. (She does, which is why this shuffle is originally tagged as #or the one where nat introduces kate to the team because clint wouldn’t have bothered with formalities and just let her loose in the tower.)