Can you tell me your top 5 of Benedict's performances? I know it's hard but I'm curious :)
is the most challenging question to ever receive as a Bc fan. The
faves change from day to day, from moment to moment and from gif to
gif (thanks to amazing gifers like @elennemigo, @221bcumberb, @anidoorkitty and @whenisayrunrun ) luckily you have caught me on a
day where I’ve been making clips for a future post and have come down
with a case of CBF! So being in this state of mind, I think it’s a
perfect time to do this list so here it is.
*warning long post*
1. Richard iii
takes us through the rise and fall of Richards thirst for the crown.
From the moment we see young Richard cowering in horror while
watching his brother being murdered, to the minute he decides to kill
the king, not for his family, not for revenge but for his own dream
of sovereignty, and to witnessing Henry Tudor stabbing the last breath
out of Richard and proclaiming the “the dirty dog is dead”.
delivers Richards devilish, smooth talking and deliciously devious
dialogue with such ease that you can’t help but kind of root for
Richard at times because he makes you believe that his Machiavellian
dealings are for the greater good. His bone chilling cradling of his newborn nephew, his
wooing of the widow of the man he killed. Are that of a man who just
wants to be respected, loved and seen for his use rather than be
mocked for his disability that he carries on his back.
talent of tears and rage and downright madness was just PERFECT. I
fell in love with his Richard iii. I felt pity, sadness, attraction
to his wicked determination (as terrible as his deeds were) and most
of all, affection for his deformity that was the catalyst for his
anger and need to prove to the people around him that he could be a
normal man that was capable of being a king. Bc’s Richard iii was the
best possible example of a master class in acting. Proving yet again
that Bc is the best actor of his generation.
greatest disappointment to come out of BBC Sherlock was the reaction
of a group of fans who tried to destroy what MG and SM created
because of a certain expectation they were invested in. Most people
who hated S4 missed out on what the entire point of this version of
Sherlock was about and that was to introduce us to Sherlock Holmes
before he became known as Sherlock Holmes. Bc became a star in 90
minutes and the ACD canon would never be the same again.
starts off as a man with a fortress of coldness who insists he has no
need for friends or relationships, armed with a lifetime of brotherly
advice that caring was not an advantage. But once Dr. John Watson
comes into play we start to see that fortress slowly melt and the
addition of the people who would become his Baker Street family,
Molly Hooper, Mrs. Hudson, Mary Watson and Lestrade, we begin to see
that Sherlock was so full of emotions and the capacity to care, that
he wanted to care, he just didn’t know how to care. Bc’s portrayal of
the world’s only consulting detective was brilliant and beautiful. Bc
help make brainy the new sexy. He also made Sherlock’s drugged out
alter ego, Shezza, look sexy too. Of course it helped that the
writing and the location of this modern day Sherlock were also
brilliant. But looking at those cheekbones and lips carrying a fluffy
head of hair that you wish you could run your fingers through, just
once! That perfect silhouette of a man dressed in the finest suits.
The purple shirt of sexiness, the black suit, the blue shirt of
sexiness!! Ok sorry I got CBF for a second there…
I really meant to say was that Bc’s acting brought new life into this
100 year old literary character and it certainly made me invest my
own feelings into these characters that I wouldn’t have any interest
in. Bc’s Sherlock was rude, cocky, manipulative, arrogant and flawed,
but you loved each of those characteristics because Bc made him
lovable even at Sherlock’s worst, he took you through the whole range
of emotions and that wasn’t just with one series, it frequently meant
each episode! The fact that we got to watch Sherlock grow into a man capable of being a best friend, a kind and caring human being who tried his best to protect his friends, and a man who learned how to forgive and not judge the past mistakes of those around him. Because after all we just might be human. Even Sherlock Holmes. I am forever grateful to the Mofftiss for creating this show and for giving Bc a chance to show the world, what the London stage and various other people in the industry had already saw in him. For me the only Sherlock Holmes is the BBC version that could only have
been pulled off by the talents and efforts of Benedict Cumberbatch.
3. Christopher Tietjens
My first thought is always
I heart Christopher Tietjens, because I really do. He was the last of a dying
breed. He had 2 women who tried to “burst him out of his glass
cabinet” the wife who failed because she didn’t deserve him and the
woman whom he really loved and waited for, the woman HE deserved.
Christopher survived his name being dragged through the mud, a wife
who socially embarrassed not only herself but made him look like a
He survived the war, not because he was lucky, but because he wanted to live to come back to the only woman who loved him and accepted him for going along with the parade. Bc’s
Christopher Tietjens was a stoic beautiful man when he needed to be,
and man enough to cry when the women he loved tugged or
threw daggers at his heart.
I know I overuse the word beautiful when it comes to Bc’s acting but Chrissy was so painfully beautiful that all you wanted to do was give him a hug and take him back to Groby so he could live out the rest of his life as an english country gentleman. Another perfect performance from Benedict!
4. Alan Turing
This should have won Bc’s
his first Oscar. If you want to truly see what Bc’s talent is capable
of you don’t start with Sherlock, you start with this role. Benedict
was able to conjure up the spirit of Alan in this performance that
even Turing’s own family was blown away by his portrayal. Bc’s ability to display the eccentricities of Alan, the deep emotional
bond and love he had for both Christophers and of course Bc’s master
class of acting for easily portraying a genius
mathematician at work.
The tragic ending that
cut Alan’s life short, made us all want to learn more about Turing
and his work. It made us angry at how this man was treated as an
enemy, instead of a war hero who helped saved millions of lives. Bc
reached into our hearts and brains with his charismatic, tragic,
beautiful portrayal of Alan Turing.
5. Doctor Strange
IF ever a role was so
perfectly cast it probably was Benedict as Dr. Stephen Strange. Not
only does he come super close to looking like the comic book hero
that was created over 30 yrs ago, he is able to adopt the persona of
an arrogant and brilliant doctor who gets into a car accident that
cuts his career short and with all hope lost, seeks treatment at a
place that not only gives him the cold hard truth about himself, but
it teaches him that in order to grow and learn he would have to open
his eye to other realities.
Stephen learned that all is not lost and
there are other ways to help people, most of all, to help himself. Bc
is so bloody perfect as Doctor Strange that upon first viewing, I
just sat there and cried. I was so proud of him because even though I
had very limited knowledge about this comic book character, he
convinced me that HE was that superhero that the world needed.
Benedict made it all look effortlessly. The American accent, the
physicality of being Doctor Strange was just AMAZING. Bc has that
ability to make himself into anything that is called for. As someone
once said, young, old, strong, weak, whatever you call for that
character to be, Benedict can play it and play it so well you don’t
even know he’s acting. Not only did it convince us his fan base, but
he basically won over the entire comic book community as well as the
Bc made Doctor Strange into a blockbuster that got
overall positive reviews. That is the power of Benedict’s talent. You
talk about a good script, you can talk about a good director, but
that only goes hand in hand with an actor that can pull it all off and by
god did Bc pull it off!
“I’m not angry at you, just at myself… Because I knew this would happen, but I let myself fall in love with you anyways.” for Moriel (I don't know if I'm ready for this)
(…….I apologise in advance for what’s to follow…Sad. Very sad. Seriously. Avert ur eyes now if this is maybe not ur cup of tea. EXTREME SADNESS (ie death) WARNING.)
The cool, crisp fresh air of the Illyrian mountains is a welcome balm upon her feverish, sweaty skin. Mor pauses, drawing out this moment just a little longer, when she winnows onto the base of the high, sharply sloping hill. He waits for her at the top but she indulges, savouring the sweet, rich taste of the air. She’s been trapped inside too long, a cage of her own making, for her own penance but…For him she had let herself loose this day, this one day.
Her calves burn as she sets to climbing, higher, higher, higher, panting for breath halfway up. She should just turn around, go back, try again another day, she isn’t ready for this, she isn’t strong enough, she’s never been strong enough for this but- But she has to do it today. She has to.
The soft fingers of wind that had murmured at her in Velaris are replaced by a different monster out here. This gale tugs sharply at her hair, tossing it, unbound as it is, into great clouds of gold, curling around her head, a halo gilded by the sun overhead, one she doesn’t deserve. It tears at her dress, loose and uncharacteristically plain, pure white and simply cut. Her feet are bare, the harsh grass of these lands grazes against her skin but she barely notices.
Her heart is in her throat as she reaches the crest of the hill, her chest is tight, her body shaking. She clenches her firsts. She can do this. She can do this. She’s survived everything else this world has thrown at her in the past. She can survive this too….If she does…She’ll know she can survive anything.
With small, slow, tremulous steps, she approaches him, sitting down beside him she bows her head, tugging at her pendent, squeezing the smooth stone tight in her palm, rubbing her thumb absently over it again and again, letting that help steady her pounding heart.
Staring straight ahead of her, the wind falling silent, as though the world holds its breath and waits for her to speak, to say the words she’s kept inside her heart for five hundred years at long last. “I’m sorry,” she begins tremulously, “I should have come to see you sooner than this I…I know that.” She swallows tightly, still staring at the landscape around her. Beautiful. Wild and untamed and utterly raw. She understands why he’d wanted it to be here. It’s perfect.
“I hope you can forgive me,” she breathes, fingers absently tugging up long strands of grass, weaving them together, needing to keep her hands busy as she says this, give herself something else to look at. “I know you understand why- It was…It hard. It hurt. I hurt and I needed some time I…I hope you can forgive me,” she says again. She knows in her heart that he will but…The words are spilling from her and she’s barely in control of the torrent that escapes her. They’ve been kept inside for too long. They know themselves what she needs to tell him, better than she knows herself.
“But I’m here now,” she says, voice a little stronger with that admission. She’s doing it. She’s surviving it. This isn’t breaking her, it can’t, it won’t, she won’t allow it to. “There’s something I have to tell you, Azriel…Something I should have told you..So long ago but…We weren’t ready. I’m still not ready but…I have to say it. I have to.”
He won’t interrupt her now, not now that she’s finally begun. She has all the time in the world to say this to him. The only small blessing from everything that’s come crashing down around them all recently.
Swallowing, Mor forces herself to suck in a deep breath, her lungs protest, seeming to be made of stone, burning as she tries to keep herself going, as though even her body wants to give up. No. No she can do this. For him. She can do this.
“I’m not angry at you,” she begins slowly, “Because I know how you like to take the blame for everything, Az, but that’s not happening here. I was. I was furious with you for doing this to me but now…I’m not angry at you….Just at myself…” It shouldn’t be this hard, not after all this time, not after everything that’s happened. It shouldn’t be this hard. “Because-” She falters. Gulps down another desperate breath. Tries again. “Because I knew this would happen,” maybe not this precisely but…She had known. She had known that this path led only to destruction for her, that she would end up with her heart shattered and her soul in ashes and she had…She had.
“But I let myself fall in love with you anyway,” she finishes, closing her eyes and letting the weight of those words, finally loosed into the world, crash over her at last.
“It was worth it,” she says, nodding firmly. “I’m angry right now because it hurts, because I hate that I didn’t try harder to let go of you, because that would have made this so much easier but…Deep down…I know it was worth it. I know that I wouldn’t change anything. I did the right thing.” Even though she’s not sure she’ll ever be the same again, even though she feels as though a part of her has died, she still knows that she’s made the right choice all these years, that now was the moment to tell him, and not before. He hadn’t been ready. She hadn’t been ready. And Cauldron…if she’d tried to push him…What might have happened? What might she have become? This is better. No matter how much she aches…This is better.
The wind howls mournfully around them, sweeping over the rolling hills that surround them and she closes her eyes, letting it carry her away, for just a moment, just a moment on its back.
“I love, Az,” she whispers, as the sky darkens above them and that familiar hush falls over the world. “I’ve loved you every day for more than five hundred years. And now it’s over. Now it’s done. And I-” she breaks off, blinking away tears. “I’ll get through this. I know you’d want me to. And you damn well better appreciate it because I have no idea how I’m going to do that but…but I will.”
She opens her eyes again, turns at last to face him, “I will,” she breathes, stretching out a hand, “Because I love you. Because I will always love you.” Her hand presses flat against the rough stone, the carvings etched into it fresh and raw, not yet smoothed and weathered by time. She lets her fingertip trace every letter, his name, and the runes that follow.
Azriel. Brother. Friend. Partner. ‘The noblest act in this world is also the saddest; that of burning yourself to the ground to ensure those you protect will never feel the cold.’
She had chosen the words to go on the headstone, words from one of his favourite poems. Rhys and Cassian had both agreed with her decision at once. She had carved them here herself using her magic. A trained stonemason could have done it better but…It had been right that she had done it. He had deserved that. One last gift from her to him, the least she could do after what he gave for them all.
It’s been weeks since his death. She should have been here with him every damn day, should never have left his side. But the last time she managed to rise from bed was the day of his funeral. Since then she’s remained there, shut away, refusing to talk to anyone, barely eating, sleeping too much because she dreams of him and doesn’t want to wake for too long to endure the pain of living in this world without him.
But tonight…Tonight is their night. Starfall. She’s spent every single one with him since they met. An accident for perhaps the first fifty years, then a tradition the two of them had strictly enforced. Missions and wars and kings and high lords alike had waited upon them for this one day, this one day. She couldn’t let him down. She had forced herself out of bed, not answering Cassian and Rhys’ surprised exclamations at breakfast, and had made her way out here to be with him.
The sky darkens overhead and the first spirits begin to crest above her. She wonders if he might be among them. She hopes he is. She hopes that he’s still able to fly, at least this once, wherever he is now.
“You’d best be waiting for me,” she finds herself whispering, her hand still pressed against the stone, resting over his name. “When I see you on the other side you better be there, Azriel, you better be ready and you better kiss me so damn hard I feel like I’m dying all over again, do you hear me?” Her voice catches, tears clogging her throat, choking off the rest of her words and she forces them all down, sitting there, tears streaming from her eyes, one hand still clutching onto him the entire time.
She lets the rest of the night pass in total silence, watching the spirits drift down lazily from the heavens. She sees one star, burning a brighter blue than the others, lingering longer, seeming to drag itself back across the sky, forcing itself to remain longer for her so that she finds him, knows that he’s keeping up this tradition too, that he’s here with her tonight just as he’s here with her.
She remains on that hill all night, longer after the world has faded back into darkness, huddled against his grave. She doesn’t cry. All her tears are spent. She just sits beside him, holding onto him, letting the silence stretch.
By the time Cassian comes for her in the morning she can no longer feel the cold. The boom of wings overhead has her thinking, for just a moment, that it might be him. But the tread of footsteps is off, Cassian always so much heavier and more decisive than Az, who might have hovered everywhere for all the noise he made.
When he reaches her he brushes the tips of his fingers over the gravestone, his tribute to his fallen brother. Without a word he gently scoops her up into his arms. She doesn’t resist him, just lies limply against him as he flares his wings and takes off. As he flies them home she asks him quietly, through tears she hadn’t realised had begun to fall again, if he saw him last night as well. Cass nods, thickly murmuring that he did.
Mor can’t help herself looking up as they fly home. She wonders if he’s still watching over them, then assures himself that he must be. Not even death could stop him from protecting those he loves; his family. She prays, though, that he manages to find some peace, some time for himself. And that she sees him again soon. This world is colder, harsher, without him in it. Strange, how the loss of a shadowsinger could leave her world so devoid of light and full of darkness. But she will see him again. And in the meantime…In the meantime she’ll live, as she would have wanted…She’ll live and find ways to show him she loves him every day so that when they find each other again…They’ll be ready.
okay im actually a little pissed rn so i pause the bi lance content to give you some Gay Lance Content
• he repressed all of his feelings towards other boys for a really long time and still has trouble with it even after he’s out
• he grew up in a very homophobic
environment so he instinctively overcompensates and tries to flirt with every girl he sees
• he’s Very Obviously uncomfortable if a girl actually pursues him but he doesn’t have the heart or confidence reject anyone so no one questions it and just brushes it off as him being anxious
• hunk is the first guy he meets who is out about Loving Boys and that kind of terrifies him but also makes him feel safe
• he tells hunk in private about his feelings and hunk’s like “hey it’s ok” and comforts him for weeks on end about it and promises to never tell anyone
• keith is also gay and not closeted but also not extremely open about it like hunk. like he’s not going to show up wearing a pride shirt but if someone asks he’s not afraid to tell them.
• this infuriates lance because “he’s already better than me at everything and on top of that he’s comfortable in his own skin and gagsbwhwj”
• when he starts bonding with the team more he really starts to Go Overboard with the whole “hello i am straight” thing to try and make shiro feel more comfortable around him but he still favors keith and it destroys lance
• hunk is fully aware of what lance is doing and tries to help him be more open about his sexuality
• eventually lance warms up to the idea a bit more and slowly stops overcompensating so much about “loving ” girls and his teammates notice but don’t think much of it (except for hunk, he’s so proud of lance omg you guys). he’s not openly flirting with guys yet but it’s a start.
• when he comes out it’s a Very Big Thing he sits everyone down and can only say “i’m gay” before breaking down but he gets only love and support and he’s so overwhelmed he CANT BELIEVE
• the other paladins are a bit confused at first bc lance never flirts with boy aliens or anything like he used to do on girls and hunk calmly explains that that wasn’t lance, that was just a facade
• lance develops a crush on hunk (or, rather, he’s had one for a while but had been repressing it) and is very shy about it he only does little things like lean his head on his shoulder or casually lock arms with him or find excuses to play with his hair (“oh hunk your headband’s a little wonky let me fix it”)
• eventually he finds himself staring at not only hunk, but keith as well, and both boys begin to worm their way into his daydreams
• they both catch on one day when lance is frustrated and, when asked whats wrong, responds with “i think i like these two guys but i dont know if theyd like me back”
• lance is at his most vulnerable state, letting himself love boys and letting boys love him but he’s happier than he’s ever been and finally comfortable in his skin
I wrote this up on a blog of mine that’s currently inactive in response to a meme, and I felt like sharing it here, too! These are tips I keep in mind regularly and feel they really work for me, while I occasionally notice sometimes people haven’t quite grasped the concepts and may be interested in doing so. In no way is anyone roleplaying incorrectly, but these are just ways to make the experience perhaps more enjoyable for you and those you interact with!
1 — Be aware of whether or not you’re actually giving your partner something to respond to. Upon finishing a para or multi-para reply, check if your reply has at least two of these three things: dialogue, action (aside from speaking), or imagery describing the scene or your character’s appearance. This should give your partner a substantial amount of material to base their reply off of. They can have their character speak back to yours, react to the action, or react to/build on the imagery! All three are great, but not always necessary. This tip also may not always apply depending on the kind of interaction you’re having, but in your typical para they will be what keeps the story moving. Note: Your character’s inner thoughts are a fourth element to add in a reply, and while it’s important and interesting to read, keep in mind that sometimes it’s not easy to base a response off of.
2 — Another tip for giving your partner something to respond to when it comes to one-liners or dialogue in general is to avoid saying single statements pertaining to one idea. By this I mean something like, “That’s cool” or, “I wish I could do that.” Instead say something like, “That’s cool. Where did you learn to do that?” or, “I wish I could do that, but I don’t have anyone to teach me.” Adding a question of course never fails to give your partner something to respond to (and therefore can even be written by itself as it’s not a statement). Making a compound statement or more than one statement on a subject essentially gives people two things to work with, and responding to it will feel less restricting. For example: Instead of your partner saying “You never know until you try” to the simple statement (creating another boring statement), by adding to yours you could invite them to say something like, “You never know until you try. I could teach you!” Now there’s something you can easily respond back to!
3 — If you’re anything like me and prefer replies to stay concise so that things move along more quickly, avoid multiple lines of dialogue pertaining to many different ideas and avoid having more than one goal to obtain through action. This is something that happens a lot, and even the most experienced roleplayers do it unintentionally. I am still guilty of it myself. We all go a little overboard sometimes, and you will notice that once someone goes overboard the replies have a tendency to keep expanding. Even if more is happening at once, the story tends to drag. This can be a problem because it’s one of the main reasons we will get bored of a thread, or feel too overwhelmed by it, or both. Try to restrain yourself by finishing the reply after you have responded to the one or two things your partner has given you. Instead of focusing on matching word count, focus on matching ideas. Feel like it’s still not enough? Throw in some imagery or insight to your character’s thoughts.
4 — When writing a starter for an interaction with a character yours has yet to interact with, this should be a given, but read everything the mun has provided about that character. If it’s a canon character and particularly if it’s one you’re not as familiar with, go beyond that and look them up on a fandom wiki, just make sure to recognize where the character may be canon divergent if they’re supposed to be. As you do this, pick out ways this character may relate to your character. Do they have similar or conflicting interests? Are they from the same place or been to the same places? Is there something about them your character finds impressive or something that bothers them? Is your character’s personality one that might clash with theirs? Once you’ve got answers to any of these questions, have your starter comment on or insinuate something you’ve discovered. This gives something for your characters to discuss and jumpstarts the creation of a story to share, which is especially important if it’s their first meeting as those threads are always in danger of feeling redundant and flat from the start.
5 — Find your character’s voice (a.k.a. their way of speaking). As you write their dialogue, ask yourself questions like these: Where/when did they grow up and how did people (of their social class) speak there? What kind of accent do they have? What slang do they use? Do they avoid using contractions? Do they use foul language and how often? Are they articulate with a wide vocabulary? Do they keep things short or are they prone to run-on sentences and long-windedness? Do they have a speech impediment? Are exclamations (!) common for them or do they speak more calmly? Do they address people with pet names/nicknames? And a bonus: If texting/typing applies to them, do they use correct grammar, capitalization, acronyms, emojis, etc? Finding your character’s voice is key if you really want to get to know them and it’s also one good way to be sure you’ve created a solid character. You may feel it comes naturally, but take note of it and make a conscious effort to keep it consistent. It also may evolve over time, but be aware of that, too!
You know what I really love? I love it when Ford shows validation to Stan. Just validating small little tasks Stan does that seem worthless to him but Ford still praises him for his accomplishment. And Stan tries to shrug it off: “It’s nothing that important, Ford. Geez.” But deep down he really appreciates it and gets really giddy over it. The way Stan handles something is very interesting to Ford because Stan’s way of approaching and thinking is so unique. I also love the big brother taking care of his little bro aspect. We’ve seen and heard so much of Stan protecting Ford that it’s a nice change for Ford protecting Stan. Just imagine them both on the Stan O’ War II and get sick on occasion. One day, Stan is weak from sickness but he still does tasks on the boat and Ford notices this and insist Stan get some rest. But Stan, being stubborn as he is, refuses: “’M fine, Poindexter. Just not feeling like myself is all.” And lots of bickering and insisting later, Stan decides to rest. Of course Ford offers to take care of him but Stan refuses. “I’m a grown-ass man, Ford. I can take care of myself.”
“I know but let me at least help you, just for today.”
Stan thinks this over and he knows Ford is not going to stop til he says yes. Much to his annoyance, he allows Ford to take care of him. I like to think Ford goes a bit overboard and covers Stan with lots of blankets. “Yeesh, Sixer. I’m not sick with the plague, I just have a cold.”
And Ford keeps checking in on him and asking if he’s okay and if he needs anything. “Ford, I swear. If you don’t let me sleep….”
“Sorry. Just making sure you were okay. You don’t need anything?”
“It’s been 2 minutes since you asked me that. I’ll holler at you if I do.”
I also like to think Ford gives hugs; like… A LOT. They’re just out on the deck and out of no where Ford just hugs Stan.
“Erm…. What’s this for?”
Ford shrugs. “Just felt like it.”
Stan shakes his head but hugs Ford back anyway. “You big nerd.”
And the nightmares…! They both will have nightmares on occasion. Stan will always be there when Ford is startled by a nightmare and they either talk it out or just being in each other’s presence is calming enough. When Stan has a really bad nightmare the first time he doesn’t bother Ford with it and goes on about his day. Still, it’s always on his mind and his behavior is off. Ford notices this real quick and asks if anything happened or if Stan was slipping into a memory lapse. Stan says it’s nothing but Ford knows deep down something happened. He decides to give Stan a bit of space because he knows Stan will only push the subject away. Ford finally gets Stan to sit down and talk about his nightmare. Stan is unsure of Ford’s reaction because his nightmare had to do with Ford and their broken past. It’s slow going but Stan finally opens up, albeit a little shaken. He still has all these regrets built up that they finally start pouring out. He can’t help but let all the tears of anger and regret out and he hates being like this, especially in front of Ford. Ford is really encouraging with Stan’s insecurities and just listens to what Stan has to say. And at the end of it all, Ford just tells Stan how proud he is of Stan opening up to him at such a personal level and offers words of support and much needed hugs.
Hoo boy. I have rambled waaaaay too long. XD These two always ruin me and give me way too many emotions. I just love them so much.
Hey hey it's me again. Mystery anon. (Am I going overboard with the asks? I hope this isn't getting creepy--you're just such a wonderful cinnamon roll) artblock sucks man. How about the agents of project freelancer? Maybe they're all bonding together? Someone's getting pranked? Or for once in their lives they get a break. Wait. What if they found a cat? Wash would be all over it. Picture a lil kitty sleepin on Maine. It'd be great. Best wishes to you, Panther!
you say a kitten sleeping on maine and i raise you multiple kittens sleeping on sleepy maine
awaaaaaaaaaah anon you’re so great and i’m really glad you’ve been sending me so many asks~~
i suppose now is a good time as any to promote my rvb ask blog? @ask-the-freelancers is almost up and running- as soon as i finish making the ‘ask box is open’ sign i’ll start accepting stuff.
It’s a cough, just loud enough to be heard over the racket, that causes Guy-Man to look up from his phone. A tall man wearing a bashful expression points at the empty chair by Guy-Man’s table.
“Excuse me, but may I sit here? It’s full everywhere else.”
Glancing around the café, Guy-Man confirms the statement - it’s more or less full, with only a few other chairs unoccupied. He nods at the man, motioning for him to sit. The man’s face lights up, and Guy-Man instantly regrets not turning him down. He was moderately attractive before, but after flashing a smile like that he becomes nothing short of gorgeous. How the hell is Guy-Man supposed to concentrate on his food with someone like that in front of him?
The answer: he isn’t.
As much as he tries to keep his eyes solely on either his plate or phone, it’s impossible for him not to sporadically peek up at his tablemate. He’s reading today’s paper, a relaxed expression on his face. There’s a… beguiling softness to him. Even when inattentive to his surroundings, he has a sunny but composed disposition, the kind that makes you feel safe and at ease. Guy-Man wonders if he should say something. Probably not. Just because the guy chose to sit here doesn’t mean he’s looking for conversation. Besides, he’s most likely straight. The hot ones are always straight.
The man’s gaze flit up from his paper, briefly locking with Guy-Man’s, who looks away as quickly as he can whilst silently cursing. Great, because things weren’t bad enough before. How goddamn difficult is it not to let anyone catch you staring at them?! How is it-
“My name’s Thomas, by the way.”
Guy-Man almost jumps in surprise. The ma- Thomas’ eyes are shining with expectation as he waits for Guy-Man to introduce himself.
“Uh, I’m Guy-Manuel.”
“It’s nice to meet you.” Grinning, Thomas leans forward, propping his elbows on the table and resting his chin on his interlocked fingers. “Soo… Do you come here often, Guy-Manuel?”
Guy-Man bites down on his tongue to hold back a snort. It’s been a long time since he was last assaulted by such a corny line. Though, he must admit, Thomas kind of makes it work.
“I see. I moved here not long ago, so I don’t know which hangouts are good and which aren’t. This place seems nice, though.”
“It is. They have different ‘lunch offers’ every weekday between ten and two. It’s pretty good”
“That does sound good. Do you have any other tips?” Thomas asks, then, when Guy-Man is unable to hold in another snicker, knits his brow in an unreasonably adorable way. “What?”
Guy-Man shakes his head. “Nothing. It’s just… Are you flirting with me?”
Thomas hums, contemplatively peering up at the ceiling.
“Well… It depends.”
“On whether you are free tomorrow evening…”
Requested by anonymous. Prompt is from this list. I’ll be trying to get through all of them, but if there’s a certain one you want me to prioritize, let me know :)
Yes, it is my job to ask people if they would like to apply for a store card, I know asking is a requirement. So I will ask...once. I will not, however, sit there and harass them over it. They either want one, or they don't, and I am not going to push it. Management can't say I'm not doing my job. I am, I'm just not going to go overboard with it. People are there to shop and purchase, not to be bullied into applying for a card.
How do I make a character the "mom friend" without going overboard?
I am the mom friend usually and I think it’s because I’m an older sibling. When I’m with an individual or group that acts hesitant or naive, I tend to take charge. Age makes no difference, so if some of my group is older than me I’ll still see to their immediate needs if they aren’t doing very well themselves. When a threat is posed to my group (anything from a pushy salesperson to a lurky guy) I go into protective mode and get very blunt: “No, we’re not interested.” - “Dude, you need to back off.”
Sometimes I get protective when I wasn’t even present. If a friend tells me about a recent event that made them feel scared or weak, I get mad and want to make it right. This is not my normal everyday personality, mind you, I’m not that brave or quick, but when it’s about my friends or younger sibling that “mom” side of me comes out.
It’s the same side that will sit down and listen, or take someone aside when the time is right and make sure they’re alright. I try to include everyone in the conversation or activity, especially outliers and shy persons. I’ve spent a lot of time being the third wheel or ignored member of groups before, so I’m very sensitive to how it makes others feel. Once my sister and her friend were talking, and her friend’s younger brother was melting in the sun waiting for it to be over so I just traded places with him so he could be in the shade. I don’t even remember the kid’s name.
But it can definitely be overdone. If someone does not want to be “mothered” they let you know. I have embarrassed people by being protective, and sometimes people find attentiveness to be condescending or evening threatening. It all depends on how the “mom friend” views the others and herself. If she just wants to be in charge because it makes her feel good, she can rub some people the wrong way (though some may be relieved she’s in charge). A good example of this is the title character in Jane Austen's Emma. If the mom friend genuinely wants to help, but misreads someone in the group she can also offend them that way, possibly for good since most people do not like feeling meddled with.
So, how your maternal character is perceived depends on how the others in her friend group react to her. I keep saying “she/her” but guys can be that protective influence in a group too, though obviously they’re referred to as brotherly or paternal instead of “mom friend.”
I hope I answered to your satisfaction and I wish you the best with this character!
Three panels that was used in Juvia are recreated. Fun fact do you know i try in every retrospect to be stealthy in the fandom giving random anon asks to everyone with a certain title and it doesn’t work purely bc of this series do you know that bc i do and it breaks my little heart that i can’t stealth jsus
so it’s been confirmed that Kirishima does indeed use hairgel.Thank you for this Horikoshi sensei.
I’ve fallen in love with a dragon lady…
I have to agree with this padlock earring guy. I still think that it’s way too early for Izuku and the others to get into this kinda shady business. I mean for crying out loud they are just first years! It’s not that I’m complaining about the plot or anything but you could say that I’m just concerned about their safety even though I know they are fictional characters.
I really find it adorable that Fatgum thinks so highly of Kirishima now, it’s just so awesome that he now has a pro hero backing him up.
XD! I love Kirishima is absolutely confused here, he doesn’t even know how his actions have really helped out with the investigation.
One thing I really liked about this chapter was the little interaction between Gran Torino and Izuku
Gran Torino is concerned about Izuku’s safety because he probably has a hunch that Izuku will go overboard and break his bones again, which I am fairly certain that will happen pretty soon given the way this arc is turning out to be.
I like Izuku’s response here too, he replies without flinching or anything and without hesitation.
And Sir is giving them the stink eye because he is obviously still salty about Izuku being All Might’s successor, and now that he knows Izuku has a connection towards Gran Torino, he knows that he is somewhat involved with Izuku getting OFA.
Now that I think about it, shouldn’t he have known that All Might was going to choose Izuku as his successor already? I mean if he could see the time f All Might’s death, he should have known about All Might choosing Izuku…
I am still very skeptical about the fact that Overhaul is Eri’s dad… he could be lying, and Sir only heard about Overhaul being Eri’s father from Izuku and Mirio so there’s a chance that he’s lying.
But if he’s not lying then that means Eri must have inherited Overhaul’s quirk in a different form. She can ‘break’ quirks temporarily, so the temporary affect of her quirk must be the reassembling quirk that she inherited from Overhaul and the disassembling part was inherited from the destruction.
I’m not sure if these are more sketchy pages or if they’re supposed to look like that but I really love the fact that Mirio and Izuku both feel guilty here. They could have done something, they saw Eri’s state, they saw the bandages, and they saw the fear in her eyes, they could’ve done something, should’ve done something but they couldn’t (it wasn’t actually there fault anyway). And now after hearing the truth they feel a strong sense of urgency to protect Eri and thus…
THE ERI PROTECTION WAS FORMED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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It was a cold Autumn evening for the black cat hero as he ran across rooftops. Thankfully the cold never seemed to phase him. Right now he was running across rooftops to clear his head.
Today was the day he was going to finally confess to a certain Blunette designer that he had fallen so hard for. But like usual, he ended up chickening out at the moment.
Why was he so afraid of rejection anyway? He knew how kind hearted Marinette was. Worst case senario would be a soft rejection. That was what he wanted to think. But his mind had different plans.
‘What if she couldn’t face you afterwards due to the awkward result? What if she doesn’t want to hangout with you anymore? What if she thinks you are a creep because you still try to talk to her after the rejection? What if…’ and other dark depressing thoughts shrouded the blonde model’s mind.
Adrien was so distracted by these gloomy thoughts, he didn’t realized he had just missed one of the rooftops.
The sudden falling brought Chat noir back to reality.
“Damn it” he muttered as he prepared for a tough landing. But just as he was about to hit the street, a certain ladybug print yo-yo caught his waist, suspending him a few feet from the ground.
“Careful Kitty, you wouldn’t want to end up losing one of your lives on a fall.”
Chat noir looked up to see his partner in Crime fighting, Ladybug smiling above him.
“So what is causing you to be so clumsy tonight. You are usually slightly more graceful at night time.” Ladybug teased as they sat on the edge of the roof.
Chat noir laughed hollowly at the comment. Ladybug could tell something was bothering her partner tonight.
“Is something wrong Kitty? You would usually say something like ‘I was simply falling for you’ Did something happen?”
Chat noir shook his head.
“It is nothing My ladybug. I was… simply thinking about…. umm… how absolutely ravishing you look.” Chat noir says as he tried to hide his mental stress.
Normally Ladybug would take the compliment and tell him to quit acting so cheesy. But Ladybug knew him to well to fall for it. Ladybug simply raised her eyebrow incredulously at the black cat.
“Okay, Ill talk. But I wasn’t lying about how you look. You do look as lovely as always.”
“Talk first, flirt later.”
Chat noir took a deep breathe.
“Have you ever… had a crush on somebody?” Chat noir ask as he rubbed his temple nervously.
Ladybug felt her face heat up at the comment.
“I-I can relate. W-What did this have to do with what is bothering you.”
“Well there is this amazing girl I have my eye on.”
Ladybug felt her heart thump of the way the cat said that. She could see it plain as the full moon in the sky. The cat was smitten.
“Oh…” Ladybug sighed.
Chat noir turned to Ladybug as he noticed her trying to hide a frown.
“I see you are worried that this girl will steal me away from you. Not to worry, No one could ever separate me from my precious partner.” Chat noir said with a cheshire grin.
Ladybug looked at the goofy cat’s grin and felt her heart warm up a bit. Ladybug chuckled at the expression
“I am not worried about that you silly kitty. I am worried you will be too distracted in order to fight the bad guys, and we don’t need anymore hinderances for you.” Ladybug joked, hiding her slowly breaking heart.
“I wouldn’t worry too much. I haven’t even told her yet, plus I doubt she would actually go for the real me.” Chat noir sighed.
“Is your real self as much of a flirt?”
“Contrary to what you think. I am actually very mild mannered in the real world.”
Ladybug tried to imagine a calm Chat noir and began to laugh.
“Yes, yes, laugh at the kitty. I am so glad you are taking this seriously.” Chat exclaimed in over the top sarcasm.
Ladybug calmed down.
“You have to admit it is a bit hard to believe. But I will try to picture it. Please, continue.”
“Okay, Anyway I want to confess to her. But I just feel like if I get rejected, I will lose her entirely. We have just become good friends. I couldn’t imagine my normal life being as great without her…”
Ladybug placed her hand on the Cat’s shoulder.
“Chat… You are an amazing person. Sure you are a bit of a flirt, and you do go a bit overboard with puns. But I am 100% sure, that if you are even half as kind and sweet as you are as Chat noir, she will definitely go for you.” Ladybug assured the cat, despite how much saying that hurt her inside.
Chat noir felt her blue eyes on him and turned to Ladybug and smile.
“Thank you.” Chat noir said as he stood up now brimming with confidence. “Perhaps I can win this girl over. But even if I don’t. I still have the most incredible person to have my back.” Chat noir said as he winked at partner.
Chat noir was just about to go, but Ladybug stopped him.
Ladybug could feel that she might lose her partner to this unknown girl, so she wanted to put it out there in one last gesture, her ladybug persona giving her the confidence she needed for one final shot.
She kissed him. It only lasted a few seconds, it was powerful, passionate, and conveyed everything Ladybug wanted to say. As she released him Chat noir was indeed surprised.
“For luck.” Ladybug then swung off before Chat noir could say another word.
Chat noir was sitting on that rooftop as he touched his lips. His face blushed as realization struck.