i burst out laughing at this scene

6

have you heard the rumours about my rapping?
i have, actually!
come at me with a beat.
okay, yeah.

BECHLOE

OKAY BUT PICTURE THIS

The end scene of the movie shows the Bellas on the stage having a group hug and the camera pans to the crowd all on their feet and cheering and then it fades out.

Roll on credits.

After the credits, a scene of a door fades in.

There are thumping sounds in the background

The door suddenly bursts open with Chloe and Beca wildly making out still in their last shot clothes

Chloe stops mid-kiss

Chloe: *panting* “I think we should stop. That’s probably enough for them, right??”

Beca: *panting* “Yeah… totes”

And they just stare at each other intensely and then makes out again and then they fall to the floor

We hear Trish shout “CUT!” And we hear everyone laughing and Kendrick shouting
“I FINALLY MADE OUT WITH BRITTANY SNOW!!!”

Then Kendrick stands in front of the camera looking wild and shouts “THAT’S FOR YOU WORLD!! YOU’RE FUCKING WELCOME!!”

FADE OUT

I just want a scene somewhere in, let’s say, season 4 or 5, and Keith is grumbling about something Lance did, obviously annoyed. That is until he walks past the dining hall and catches a glimpse of Hunk and Lance in the midst of a conversation, only for Lance to just burst out laughing. Like, full, blown out laughing; there are tears threatening to spill and he’s clutching his damn stomach. Keith just…stops. He just stops and feels all the anger and frustration melt away because wow, Lance has a really pretty smile, and his eyes are sparkling, how did I not notice that before?

Damn It, Jared!

Summary- The reader is a teen actress on the show, she’s hanging out in the makeup trailer with Misha when he alerts her of some weird tweets.

Characters- Jared x platonic!reader, Jensen x platonic!reader, misha x platonic!reader.

Warnings- mild language, mentions of family problems.

A/N- I’VE FINALLY UPLOADED A FIC! it’s been a while but I’ve been busy revising for my exams so that’s a good reason;) anyways, I hope you enjoy this! It was really fun to write and made me chuckle.


You were lounging in one of the makeup chairs, Misha was sat on your left getting his hair done whilst you were stuffing your face with gummy bears. 

You had been on the show for almost two years, you were introduced as Sam’s daughter halfway through season eleven, you had just turned fourteen when you started filming and being so young meant the cast -past and present- were extremely protective over you and that’s something that never changed, and honestly you were grateful! You never really had the greatest relationship with your parents so it was nice to have a group of people who cared about you the way your parents didn’t

Jared took the roll of your father in real life as well, you just had that instant connection when you met, you both had similar interests and similar characteristics, you even looked alike: hazel eyes that seem to change colour, dimples, same length hair. He acted more like a father than your biological dad, lets just say you don’t have the ideal family life, you’d much rather go to Texas with Jared and Jensen than go home (which most of the time you do), whenever you visited you’d always help Gen and Danneel with the kids, they were grateful and loved having you around. 

The cast knew how much your parents would nag at you, they knew how down you’d get about the things they’d say, today was one of those days. You had argued with both of your parents, quite heavily, Jared walked into your trailer when he heard you almost shouting. He comforted you and listened whilst your ranted and cried about the argument, he held you whilst you sobbed, he hated seeing you so upset, it tore him apart, to him you were his daughter, he couldn’t handle seeing his daughter so torn up.

Your head snapped up towards Misha who started laughing, a lot, “what’re you laughing at?” You asked, he turned his phone towards you, reaching out you took it from his grip “maybe you should go and find your phone” he laughed. Furrowing your eyebrows you scrolled through your twitter, your eyes widened at some of the tweets before your narrowed them and let out an audible groan “damn it, Jared” you grumbled, you quickly replied back to one of the tweets before handing the phone back to Misha and jumping down from the chair, “good luck!” Misha called as you stepped out of the trailer, “i’m gonna need it” you mumbled making him laugh again.

You stepped into the motel set that you would be using for that day, the crew were getting ready to film, you saw Jared and Jensen leaning against one of the tables, Jared was still typing away on your phone, stepping forward you gained their attention, “give me my phone, Jared” you demanded holding your hand out, “give me five minutes” he replied turning his head back towards your phone, rolling your eyes you crossed your arms, “no, Jared give it back” you said, he sighed and passed it towards you, however when your reached out to grab it his hand shot in the air, “jump for it” he chuckled, you gave him a bitch face, “I am not jumping for my phone” you answered placing your hands on your hips.

You saw that his phone was on the table behind him, quickly, you leapt forward and grabbed it before holding it behind your back. He chuckled, “you don’t know my password, i’m not bothered”, you smirked and typed in his passcode before showing him the unlocked screen, “really? Your birthday? C’mon Jared, be original” you said, he went to reply but the director cut him off.

The director called for everyone to get into their places, you sat on the bed with your back against the headboard, you knew the camera’s wouldn’t be on you, it was just Jared and Jensen’s coverage. The director yelled “action!”, as the guys were doing their dialogue you started to tweet from Jared’s phone silently giggling to yourself, “Just ate some spicy ass Buffalo Wings, never again. My ass is going to hurt for weeks” you looked up and watched the scene for a bit before tweeting again. “Oh god, the smell! it’s everywhere!“ Misha who was trying to focus on the scene caught sight of you giggling, he pulled out his phone and went onto Jared’s twitter, his face immediately went red from trying to hold in the laughter, you started typing again, “SHOULD IT BURN THIS MUCH?!” you hit send, Misha looked back down towards his phone and closed his eyes and took in a deep breath as if trying to compose himself, you started typing again “I just burnt a hole through my underwear… shit… quite literally” that was the last straw for Misha, he immediately burst out laughing shortly followed by you, doubling over you were face down on the bed with tears streaming down your face, “what’re you guys laughing at?” Jared asked, “ch-check your twitter” Misha wheezed out, he furrowed his eyebrows and unlocked your phone, his eyes widened, Jensen took your phone from his hand, he started reading the numerous tweets out loud whilst simultaneously laughing, hard. Soon enough everyone in the room was howling of laughter.

You sat up, still laughing hysterically, wiping away the tears that were cascading happily down your face you took a deep breath, trying to calm down, “y/n, you little shit” Jared laughed causing you to start laughing again, grabbing his phone from your hand, he deleted the tweets and pocketed his phone. “Hey, you started it, I finished it” you giggled, “can I have my phone back now?” You asked, he shook his head before throwing it towards you, you caught it and tucked it in your pocket. 

“Okay everyone, take a ten minute break to cool off, god knows we need it” the director laughed, you stood up and walked towards the boys, “where did you come up with those tweets?” Jensen asked, you shrugged your shoulders, “honestly I have no idea” you laughed, whilst Misha and Jensen were talking Jared swung an arm over your shoulders, “you feeling better?” He asked, you nodded your head, “yeah, still feel a bit bummed about earlier but better nonetheless” you smiled, he squeezed you, “good” he replied, “I’m still gonna get you back from tweeting on my phone, you know that right?” He asked, you rolled your eyes and chuckled “yeah, even though what I did was completely fair” you said, he sighed “yeah yeah, whatever you say” he said playfully.


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K-I-S-S-I-N-G - Tom Holland One Shot

Pairing: Tom Holland X Reader

Prompt: You have yet to experience your first kiss when you are cast as Peter Parker’s love interest in the upcoming Spiderman movie. It doesn’t help that your character is the one who initiates the kiss and that you like your costar, Tom.

Word Count: 2500

A/N: I absolutely love Tom and Harrison’s friendship. In order to fit my idea for this imagine, I had to make Harrison kind of a jerk. So my apologies to anyone who would get offended over that. Harrison seems like a good person-please do not allow this fictional one shot determine how you see him.

~~~

“Rise and shine!” Someone shouted, their muffled voice ringing throughout your hotel room. You turned under your covers, planting your face into your warm pillow with a groan-not ready to start the day.

“Wake up, Y/N.” Another person insisted, knocking lightly on the door.

“Don’t make me come in there. Get up, you lazy butt.” The first voice threatened and the knocking got louder. You threw your warm covers off you and shouted back.

“I’m coming, Haz! No need to break down my door!” You replied. You yawned and rubbed your eyes.

“Hurry up.” Harrison stated.

“Take your time.” Tom said.

“No, hurry up. We’re going to be late.”

“We won’t be late.” The boys began to argue outside of your hotel door as you changed into decent clothes. You brushed your teeth quickly before combing out your hair.

“Are you ready yet?” Harrison asked impatiently. You opened your door with a tired smile. He sighed, “Finally!”

“We still have half an hour.” You stated, closing your door and beginning the walk down the hallway to the elevator.

“Y/N, I got you your coffee. Just the way you like it.” Tom said, handing you the hot cup. You smiled gratefully as you took it. He was always doing small things for you, such as getting you coffee almost daily as if he was your personal assistant.

“You’re a life saver. Thank you.” You replied, taking a sip of it. You kissed his cheek, missing how his cheeks flared as you did so. The elevator doors opened and the three of you stepped inside.

“Where are the others?” You asked.

“They’ve all got the day off. I wouldn’t be surprised if they all are sleeping in.” Tom explained.

“I wish I could be that lucky. So are we shooting mainly our scenes today then?” Tom was the star of the movie, playing Peter Parker aka Spiderman. You were portraying the love interest of Peter, which meant the two of you had a lot of scenes together. You both got along great and that chemistry transitioned onto the screen. You would even dare to say you had a developing crush on the dorky British actor. And oh how Harrison loved to tease you about it. He was like the annoying older brother that teased you and you would fire right back at him.

“Can we stop for breakfast on the way to the studio?” Harrison asked, “I’m hungry.”

“Hi, hungry. Nice to meet you.” You teased and he rolled his eyes.

“I really hate you sometimes.” He replied.

“No, you love me.”

~~~

After getting breakfast for the three of you on the way there, you were sat in the makeup chair, having your artist begin applying makeup to your face. A smirking Harrison came towards you from where Tom was talking to the director.

“What’s got you all smug, Haz?” You asked.

“Oh, nothing. I just figured out what scene you’re shooting today.” He beamed in excitement. You closed your eyes as your makeup artist began to do your eyeshadow.

“What scene would that be? Your cameo?”

“Nope.” Harrison replied, “Peter and Y/C/N’s kiss.” If your makeup artist hadn’t been working on your eyes, you were sure your eyes would’ve fallen out of your head. It’s not that you didn’t like the idea of kissing Tom, but it was that you had never kissed anyone before. A first kiss was something that little girls dreamed of and it had never happened to you. Now, you were being robbed of that experience because of your choice to become an actress. You knew you would have to kiss him eventually for the role since it was imbedded into the script that your characters would share one. It was even harder to think about the kiss because your character instigates it and not Peter.

“Really? The kiss scene already?” You questioned.

“Yep.” You could hear the joy in Harrison’s voice. Your makeup artist finished with your eyes and called it good. You thanked her and then grabbed your script, looking over the scene.

“Have fun with it. Shooting starts in ten.” He laughed even more smug than when he came over in the first place. A whole day of taunting was scheduled for you-you could just tell. You read over the scene again and again until the director called you into place.

“Don’t be nervous.” Tom tried to calm you down as your makeup artist applied one last touch of chapstick to your lips.

“That’s very helpful.” You replied sarcastically.

“It’s just like any other kiss, except you’re kissing me.” He stated and the confusion immediately spread across his face-wondering exactly what he just said and why. You two got into position on the set that was your character’s room.

“And action!” The director called.

“I need to go.” Tom said.

“Why? You just got here.” You asked, as Tom moved towards “your” bedroom “door”.

“I-I-I need milk.” He replied and you raised your eyebrows.

“Why are you lying to me?” You raised your voice a little.

“I’m not lying.” Tom stated in an unconvincing tone.

“Peter, we need to talk.” You said, standing from your desk.

“Maybe later, Y/C/N. I’m sorry-I’ve really got to go.” He put his hand on your door handle.

“Peter Parker, you listen to me right now.” You demanded and watched as his hand dropped. Your voice went into a whisper, “Are you Spiderman or is it a hobby of yours to get into fights and play with my feelings?”

“I-I-” Tom voiced. His voice and facial expressions clearly showing the internal conflict bubbling inside of Peter. “Yes.” He sighed, “But no one can know. Not Ned and especially not Aunt May.”

“How? How did this happen?” You asked, stepping closer to him.

“It’s a long story. Just stay inside tonight, promise?” He replied, meeting your eyes. You were supposed to pull him in for a kiss by taking him either by the shirt or the back of his neck, but, instead, you sighed and looked away.

“Cut!” The director yelled.

“I’m sorry.” You apologized, guilt and embarrassment eating you up. You felt guilty for ruining the otherwise great scene and you were embarrassed for letting your feelings get the better of you. It just didn’t feel right to you to initiate your first kiss with your cast mate in front of tons of cameras.

“Just take a breather. That was really good.” Tom stated. He was always the encouraging and supportive cast mate. If you struggled even in the slightest, he would be there to help you. You had spent several nights in each other’s hotel rooms, reading your lines and acting out scenes; but never once has this scene been brought up between you two.

“I’m good-I’m good. Let’s run this again.” You stated, trying to convince everyone, including yourself, that you could do it again. You and Tom went back to your original place to restart the scene.

“Action!” The director called and the cameras began to roll once more. The lines flowed from both of your mouths easily and then the important part came.

“Just stay inside, promise?” Tom asked. You inhaled a sharp breath before grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him down to you. The moment your lips locked, your mind became clouded with thoughts. Was this what kissing felt like? Were you doing it right? What was Tom going to think? Did he think you were good? Was it too much? Was it convincing? There was a loud laugh from off set, making the director call cut.

“Harrison!” Tom shouted, breaking away from you. You closed your eyes and dropped your hands to your sides to process what had just happened. You had just experienced your first kiss-now you could never go back.

“If you can’t keep your mouth shut Osterfield, you’re going outside.” The director said. Harrison nodded, trying to stifle his laughter.

“Two people kissing isn’t that funny.” Tom added. Harrison was ordered to leave because his laughter was not stopping.

“I’m sorry.” You apologized to Tom.

“Don’t be. You did fine.” He replied with a small smile.

“I haven’t initiated a kiss in a while.” You mumbled, embarrassed.

“You’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about. It wasn’t bad. I just didn’t kiss back because it’s not scripted for Peter.”

“Let’s roll this again!” The director shouted.

By the tenth take of the scene, you and Tom had to focus on not laughing. It began to stop being uncomfortable and awkward, but it was still an unusual thing for you. You pulled him in for the kiss as scripted and he started to laugh against your lips, making you burst out in giggles as well.

“Two people kissing isn’t that funny, Tom. Get a grip.” You teased while laughing all the same.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He repeated as he tried controlling his laughter.

The last time you and Tom had to do the scene was by far the strangest one for you. It was written that you would kiss him and then, after a moment, he would begin to kiss you back-right as you pulled away. But all of that did not happen for the last take.

The moment his lips hit yours he began to kiss you back. It surprised you at first, but you continued with it. You pulled away from him.

“Go get ‘em, Peter.” You said quietly, finishing the scene.

~~~

“I am so going to beat you.” Harrison said cockily to Jacob as the two began to play a video game in Tom’s trailer.

“Tom’s going to be so pissed at us for drinking all of his Dr. Pepper.” Laura laughed, sitting down beside Zendaya on the couch.

“Hey, you drank the last one.” Zendaya stated.

“I called dibs before we got here, so technically it was Jacob.” She replied.

“No blaming me for anything.” Jacob said, his eyes glued to the large TV screen. The girls watched as the boys played their game, waiting for the last of their cast mates to arrive. It was a common thing for the cast that had finished their filming to wait in someone’s trailer before going back to the hotel or grabbing a bite to eat. This time, they had all snuck into Tom’s trailer and (im)patiently waited for you and him to arrive.

“It’s always your fault.” Harrison responded. Their ears perked up as they heard the trailer door open.

“It was fine-I promise.” Tom said, walking into the room with you following him. He sighed as he saw the four others sprawled in his living room area.

“Really? You lot couldn’t just go to your own trailers?” Tom asked, kicking off his shoes.

“You have the biggest TV.” Harrison and Jacob replied simultaneously.

“Your couch is comfy.” Zendaya shrugged.

“My trailer is the smallest.” Laura stated. Tom rolled his eyes, “Can we go to dinner now?”

“No! I have to beat him first.” Harrison exclaimed. Laura got up from his spot on the couch and stood in front of the TV, blocking their view. You rolled your eyes at the boys who tried to see around her. You picked up the remote and turned the TV off, much to Jacob and Harrison’s dismay.

“You’re no fun.” Harrison pouted.

“I’ve been filming all day. I am more tired than you can imagine. All I want to do is eat and sleep.” You stated, standing by Tom in the doorway.

“Are your lips tired too?” Harrison teased making a kissy face at you. You took one of Tom’s throw pillows and chucked it at him.

“Aw, man. Was that today? We missed the kiss scene?” Zendaya whined.

“You didn’t miss anything.” You said.

“It was so funny. They were terribly awkward about the whole thing.” Harrison stated with a laugh, “Was there any tongue?” He asked, wiggling his eyebrows at Tom, “Kissing burns 6 calories a minute. How many did you two burn today? How chapped are your lips?” He continued as the others began to laugh and Tom rolled his eyes, “What’s the flavor of Y/N’s lipgloss? Strawberry or vanilla?”

“Do it again.” Jacob encouraged.

“Yeah, do it for our friends.” Harrison taunted.

“Harrison-” Laura started, being the one who saw the upset look flash across your face.

“Can we drop this?” Tom asked, feeling slightly annoyed at his best friend.

“You guys go to dinner. I’ll just eat on my own tonight.” You said, turning and leaving the trailer with all eyes on you. Tom’s trailer was silent as everyone’s attention shifted to Harrison, who was now looking extremely worried and guilty. It wasn’t unusual for him to make slightly taunting jokes; normally you would give him sassy remarks. Laura and Tom made eye contact and she sent him a silent look that told him to go after you. Wordlessly, Tom left his friends and went to your trailer that wasn’t too far from his.

He knocked on your door quietly. He listened as footsteps drew closer to the other side of the door.

“Harrison?” You asked with a unsteady voice.

“The other one.” Tom replied. His heartbeat quickened as the door slowly opened. He felt a pain form inside him as he registered the red color of your eyes-you had been crying and it had been partially his fault.

“Can I come in?” He asked and you nodded, allowing him to enter. He shut the door behind him as you went back to your small kitchen. Tom followed you in there.

“Cereal for dinner?” He questioned, acknowledging the empty bowl, spoon, milk and cereal box on your counter.

“It’s all I’ve got.” You shrugged.

“May I join you?” Tom asked and you nodded, getting another bowl for him and a spoon. You two sat down at the table and began to eat the cereal in silence.

“I’m sorry for what Harrison was saying.” Tom spoke up, breaking the quiet air.

“It’s not your fault.” You replied, “I’m just sensitive about it.”

“Why would you be sensitive about kissing?” It was an innocent question-he meant no harm. You paused for a moment before answering.

“Because I’ve never been kissed. I’ve never been in a serious relationship and I’ve never kissed anyone. Today was difficult because I had to initiate it and I had no clue what I was doing.” You said in a hushed tone. Tom’s spoon clattered as it fell into his bowl.

“You-you’ve never been kissed-like ever?” He asked in confusion.

“That’s the meaning of never, is it not?” You replied dryly. “I already feel foolish as it is. I don’t need you, Harrison, or anyone else mocking me for it.”

“No-no-I’d never.” Tom stated, “I was just confused because earlier today when we were-ya know-kissing, it didn’t seem like you were that inexperienced.”

“So you’re saying I didn’t completely suck? Thanks.” You commented back sarcastically.

“That’s not what I meant. I mean, you still need practice, but it’s only because you’ve never done it before. You are a good kisser-I wouldn’t mind doing it again. It probably would have been better if I kissed back as well.”

“What did you just say? You wouldn’t mind kissing me?” You asked.

“Of course not.” Tom paused, “The truth is: I really like you. I was excited then and I’m excited now to have you play Peter’s love interest.”

“You know, I wouldn’t mind kissing you again either.” You replied with a shy smile on your face. Tom placed one of hands on the side of your cheek and drew you into him, planting his lips on yours.

You have probably kissed him at least twenty times today, but it’s different than those kisses. There is a spark in it and it’s filled with emotion and passion. It’s not acting, it’s real. You pulled away breathless, feeling your lips buzz.

“Now that was a kiss.” You said.

“And I plan on doing it a lot more.” Tom mumbled against your lips, locking them with his in another kiss.

Going through Way of the Wicked for about a year now being a player. The party is a half-orc monk (me), a halfling Rogue, a half-orc barbarian, a human Oracle, and an elven sorceress (yasmine). The sorceress has made a series of terrible decisions that led her to lighting herself on fire and being imprisoned for about 8 sessions, but we eventually broke her out. Now the party performs their plan to destroy the keep they were supposed to so that bugbears can come in and help destroy the town. The plan included setting multiple fires, of course it was the sorceress’s plan. The plan went off fairly well on her part, but the guards and a guard captain became suspicious when she mentioned something she shouldn’t have known when disguised. Fight ensues, she runs to the farm she set on fire and somehow manages to kill the guard captain. This scene follows.

DM: So the guard captain is dead and you’re surrounded by fire. There’s 4 or so guards left. What do you do?

Yasmine: I’m going to intimidate them.

DM: Ok, roll for it.

*rolls*

Yasmine: Uhhhh, that’s a nat 1

*table bursts out laughing*

DM (confused look on his face): I don’t even know what to do for that. A burned elf surrounded by fire can’t fail to be intimidating.

Me: (suggests she stuttered or something)

DM: She’s still surrounded by fire though. How does this work?

A minute or so passes while the DM thinks about how a elf mummy surrounded by fire could fail to intimidate.

DM: The guards look at you in confusion and then continue trying to revive the captain. They know better than to run into the fire.

Glasses Fogged Up

Request: “Paladin’s reaction when they and their s/o are kissing- make out session is starting and s/o’s glasses starts to fog up from the heat? And after kissing a while s/o is like “babe I can’t see.. ”

“Hey I don’t remember if I sent this to you a while back or I just imagined it lolol. But I was wondering if you could do a fluffy scene with the paladins and their s/o like they are having a moment kissing but then their s/o just bursts out laughing?”

A/N: this is me…. my glasses fog up over everythingg

Their hands were in your hair, your lips moved in sync. Everything around you was gone, time stopped, and the world stood still. You felt your glasses sliding down your nose. You peeked out of one eye, and felt something build up in your chest. You pulled apart harshly, a series of giggles falling from your lips.

“Babe, I can’t see!”

Shiro

  • He’s a little offended and very confused
  • Whyy are you laughing
  • When he sees that your glasses are fogged up, he starts laughing, too
  • And then you’re both just sitting there cackling
  • It’s pretty great

Keith

  • Very offended, very confused
  • He sees that your glasses are fogged up, and like the suave man he is, he pulls them off and goes right back to kissing you
  • It gets very ~interesting~

Lance

  • He’s not so offended, and he sees why almost immediately, so he’s not so confused
  • He starts laughing with you
  • And then he takes your glasses and puts them on and starts kissing you again
  • “How do you do this I don’t understand”

Hunk

  • He’s so confused
  • Why are you laughing all of a sudden??
  • And then he sees your glasses
  • And everything is clear (lol i hate myself//punsss)
  • It’s very cute because he takes your glasses and wipes them off and gives them back to you
  • And then cute nose kisses

Pidge

  • She thinks it’s funnier than you do
  • She is about to die from laughter
  • Will never let you live that down
  • “Hey guys one time when we were making out-”
  • “PIDGE”
Naruto Actor AU

In honor of reaching 500+ followers, I thoughts I’d post a little something as a thanks. So a HUGE thank you to all of you! :)

~An AU in which the entire cast of Naruto are actors for the show~ 

Headcanons: 

- In the beginning, despite their characters’ rocky start and mild hostility towards each other, Naruto and Sasuke were actually really good friends IRL. They had an instant connection with each other and it is said by staff that they had ‘great chemistry.’ 

- About halfway through filming the first part of Naruto, the two began to develop a little crush on each other. By Shippuden, they were completely smitten with each other. Itachi saw it coming a mile away. And makes it a habit to tease Sasuke about it. (’How’s your boyfriend doing, little brother?’ ‘ Naruto isn’t my boyfriend!’ ‘Ah, foolish little brother, I didn’t say Naruto, did I?’ ‘…shut the fuck up, Itachi.’) 

- The Land of Wave Arc was the one of the most intense scenes they had to film during their younger years. The staff was worried they wouldn’t be able to pull ‘The Bridge’ scene off, however, they were pleasantly surprised when the boys managed to surpass their expectations. Kakashi may have even teared up a little when Sasuke ‘died.’ 

- Sasuke and Sakura are actually good friends off screen. Unlike her character, Sakura doesn’t pine of Sasuke, instead she considers herself his best ‘gal pal’ and was the one to convince Sasuke to ask Naruto out. 

- Hinata is far from the shy character that’s seen on screen. She’s very outgoing and friendly towards everyone on set. Sometimes it annoys her to have to play such a timid character. 

- Lee drinks about three grande sized coffees from Starbucks everyday before shooting in order to upkeep his character’s bountiful energy. Though sometimes he overdoes it a little. (’Pssst, Neji. Neji, guess what?’ ‘…’ ‘I can hear colors.’ ‘…yes, well, on that note, I’ll be calling you an ambulance.’)

- The Akatsuki are actually a close knit group. They go out for karaoke parties every Friday. You better believe Pein absolutely dominates.’ 

- Itachi is kind of the ‘mom’ on set and bakes muffins for the entire cast and crew every Sunday. 

- Sasuke is a huge nerd and still attends school because just because he’s a hot star now, doesn’t mean education isn’t important. He’s studying to become an architect. 

- All the actors do their own stunts on set and each of the cast members have a background in martial arts which makes fights scenes relatively easier to choreograph. Sometimes they even take creative liberties in their fighting scenes to provide better flow. 

- During the Five Kage vs. Sasuke fight, Sasuke actually got severely injured doing one of the stunts. Naruto was a nervous wreck the two weeks Sasuke was hospitalized. Naruto channeled those feelings into his acting during his breakdown in the snow. Needless to say, most of the cast and crew were on the verge of tears.

- Ino and Sakura are really gay for each other. Unlike Naruto and Sasuke, they don’t try to hide it. 

- The Team 7 reunion at Orochimaru’s hideout took about thirty takes to film because Naruto couldn’t stop laughing at Sasuke’s outfit. (’Oh my God, you look like a gay pirate!’ ‘Fuck you, Naruto! It’s called fashion!’)

- Off set when Naruto and Sasuke are alone, they often snuggle up to each other on Naruto’s couch and kiss away and accidental bruises they may have inflicted on each other during more intense fight scenes. (HC provided by @rei-scarlet)

- Itachi is seen profusely apologizing to Sasuke whenever they finish filming scenes together. (’I’m sorry I had to slam you into the wall, little brother.’ ‘It’s okay, Itachi, it’s just acting. I’m fi–’ *bursts out sobbing* ‘You’re so forgiving and pure! Here, take my wallet!’ ‘Itachi…what the fuck?’)

- Team 7 and Team Taka make it a point to hang out together every Saturday after shooting. 

- During panels and fan events, the cast sometimes re-enact some scenes from the show. Naruto and Sasuke get asked to re-enact their accidental kissing scene at least once a panel to which they kindly refuse. But make up for by re-enacting some of their other more, emotional scenes. 

- The entire cast reads fanfiction, occasionally if they’re feeling up to it, they’ll read out a few during panels.  If they do end up reading fics, Kakashi always manages to sneak a few rated ones into the mix. 

** And that’s all I have for now. Feel free to add more! ^^ 

anonymous asked:

I heard the Izetta Spring Event is today!! Anything interesting happened?

It looks like a lot of fun!! A lot of the attendees said they laughed so hard their stomaches hurt xD

A recording of the event might surface after some time, but from what I can gather from comments of the attendees so far: (I might get some of the details wrong here)

- There’s day and night event, each lasting for two hours (a fun fact is there are more female attendees at night. And the event’s also gayer at night rofl)

- The Eylstadt national anthem playing in the opening lol the event is called “Eylstadt Spring National Assembly”

- They did a skit where Fine visited Izetta and Lotte in their hut and Izetta kept looking out the window excitedly and asking “Has Fine arrived yet?”. When Lotte finally said she had, Izetta and Dorothee burst out of the house and fell into the lake in their hurry (with her wheelchair??). Fine could only stare at her with an exasperated “Izetta…-_-” . This is fucking canon, I can’t stop laughing

- They confirmed that Fine visited Izetta quite often

- Although this time in the weekend Fine actually ran away for three days to visit her.

- Needless to say Bianca was pissed

- It seemed they did a live dubbing of that scene from episode 11. A LIVE DUBBING OF *THAT SCENE* FROM EPISODE 11. At night. In front of a crowd of onlookers. On a huge screen like this:

Can you imagine

(It’s a bit unclear whether they really did this or an original skit or something else. Either way they did the “Fine” “Izetta” namecalling with aaaaall of its romantic undertones, while the broomstick scene is playing in the background) (They also confirmed it was meant to be romantic. Like anybody still needed more convincing)

- And the commentary after that is pure gold
Akaneya: “I was embarrassed because that scene seems to have a sexy voice.”
(ARENT WE ALL)
Hayami: “The princess here is a little S (lol)”
Hayami: “It’s embarrassing to watch, but it was fun as I was doing it ♪” ← S
(HAYAMI YOU S)

- Hayami demonstrating her painting prowess and Fine’s ikemen voice, making everyone swoon. She drew Izetta so well that Akaneya commented something like “Princess you’re always looking at me closely aren’t you”

- When they talk about Rickert and Bianca’s shiptease and the seiyuus were all “But Princess…!!” and end up shipping Bianca with Fine instead (Everyone is gay for Fine. It’s scientific fact)

- People screaming “HIME-SAMAAAA” from the seats

- There’s also a live voice acting of those hilarious “Izetta of the Weekend” 4komas, scene commentaries, a funny quiz and ad lib, and implication for a spinoff consideration based on sales, but it’s not really clear

- “See you in the next Fall event!”

Every time Holmes has laughed/chuckled

“Oh, that’s all right,” he cried, with a merry laugh. 

“I really beg your pardon!” said my companion, who had ruffled the little man’s temper by bursting into an explosion of laughter.

Holmes laughed and threw his card across the table to the constable.

The instant he entered I saw by his face that he had not been successful. Amusement and chagrin seemed to be struggling for the mastery, until the former suddenly carried the day, and he burst into a hearty laugh.

“Didn’t I tell you so when we started?” cried Sherlock Holmes with a laugh.

“Oh, didn’t you know?” he cried, laughing.

“You see, Watson, if all else fails me I have still one of the scientific professions open to me,” said Holmes, laughing.

Sherlock Holmes and I looked blankly at each other, and then burst simultaneously into an uncontrollable fit of laughter.

“Here it is,” said he, laughing, and pointing to an open newspaper.

As I exhibited the empty box he leaned back in his chair and laughed aloud.

Holmes laughed.

Putting his hands into his pockets, he stretched out his legs in front of the fire and laughed heartily for some minutes.

“Well, really!” he cried, and then he choked and laughed again until he was obliged to lie back, limp and helpless, in the chair.

“I do not wish to make a mystery,” said he, laughing.

Sherlock Holmes and I surveyed this curt announcement and the rueful face behind it, until the comical side of the affair so completely overtopped every other consideration that we both burst out into a roar of laughter.

“Never mind,” said Holmes, laughing; “it is my business to know things. Perhaps I have trained myself to see what others overlook. If not, why should you come to consult me?”

“There’s a cold-blooded scoundrel!” said Holmes, laughing, as he threw himself down into his chair once more.

“There is nothing more deceptive than an obvious fact,” he answered, laughing.

Holmes laughed softly to himself and stretched himself out upon the cushioned seat.

“Well, moonshine is a brighter thing than fog,” said Holmes, laughing.

Then, glancing quickly round, he straightened himself out and burst into a hearty fit of laughter.

“No, no. No crime,” said Sherlock Holmes, laughing.

Sherlock Holmes laughed.

A few yards off he stopped under a lamp-post and laughed in the hearty, noiseless fashion which was peculiar to him

“He seems a very amiable person,” said Holmes, laughing.

Then he broke into a low laugh and put his lips to my ear.

“Experience,” said Holmes, laughing.

“It is very good of Lord St. Simon to honour my head by putting it on a level with his own,” said Sherlock Holmes, laughing.

Sherlock Holmes leaned back in his chair and laughed heartily.

“Very good, Lestrade,” said Holmes, laughing.

Holmes thought a little and then burst out laughing.

Sherlock Holmes laughed.

Holmes, with a laugh, passed his hand behind the child’s ear, a mask peeled off from her countenance, an there was a little coal black negress, with all her white teeth flashing in amusement at our amazed faces.

“The fates are against you, Watson,” said he, laughing.

Sherlock Holmes laughed heartily

“I could see that you were commiserating with me over my weakness,” said Holmes, laughing.

Holmes laughed at my suggestion.

“With all our precautions, you see that we have cut it rather fine,” said Holmes, laughing.

He was quivering with silent laughter.

“The old shikari’s nerves have not lost their steadiness nor his eyes their keenness,” said he, with a laugh, as he inspected the shattered forehead of his bust.

Something in his tone caught my ear, and I turned to look at him. An extraordinary change had come over his face. It was writhing with inward merriment. His two eyes were shining like stars. It seemed to me that he was making desperate efforts to restrain a convulsive attack of laughter.

He was immensely tickled by his own adventures, and laughed heartily as he recounted them.

Holmes laughed good-naturedly.

Holmes raised the hind leg of one of them and laughed aloud.

He snatched one of them up, opened it, and burst out into a triumphant chuckle of laughter.

At last, however, on a wild, tempestuous evening, when the wind screamed and rattled against the windows, he returned from his last expedition, and having removed his disguise he sat before the fire and laughed heartily in his silent inward fashion.

Holmes laughed at the young giant’s naive astonishment.

Holmes burst out laughing.

He laughed at my expression of dismay, and laid it upon the table.

Holmes put his finger on his lips, replaced his hand in his breast-pocket, and burst out laughing as we turned down the street.

He laughed at my bewildered expression.

Then he burst into a hearty laugh.

He burst into one of his rare fits of laughter as he turned away from the picture. I have not heard him laugh often, and it has always boded ill to somebody. (This line is so fucking funny when you’ve been sitting for an hour counting the number of times Holmes has laughed)

Holmes laughed.

“Come, come, sir,” said Holmes, laughing.

He tossed it across with a laugh.

Holmes laughed good-humoredly.

He laughed heartily at my perplexity.

Holmes tore it open and burst out laughing.

“It won’t do, Watson!” said he with a laugh.

Holmes seldom laughed, but he got as near it as his old friend Watson could remember. (Yeah ok Watson)

Then, with the dry chuckle which was his nearest approach to a laugh, he tossed it over to me.

“I am a bit of an archaeologist myself when it comes to houses,” said Holmes, laughing.

Holmes laughed.

—-

Sherlock Holmes chuckled to himself, and appeared to be about to make some remark, when Lestrade, who had been in the front room while we were holding this conversation in the hall, reappeared upon the scene, rubbing his hands in a pompous and self-satisfied manner.

He chuckled to himself and rubbed his long, nervous hands together.

Holmes chuckled and wriggled in his chair, as was his habit when in high spirits.

Sherlock Holmes clapped his hands softly together and chuckled.

He chuckled to himself as he spoke, his eyes twinkled, and he seemed a different man to the sombre thinker of the previous night.

Holmes chuckled heartily.

I could see that Holmes was extremely pleased, for he chuckled and rubbed his hands together.

Holmes chuckled to himself.

Holmes rubbed his hands and chuckled with delight.

Holmes chuckled and rubbed his hands.

Holmes struck a match and held it to the back wheel, and I heard him chuckle as the light fell upon a patched Dunlop tyre.

He chuckled as he poured out the coffee.

Several letters were waiting for Holmes at Baker Street. He snatched one of them up, opened it, and burst out into a triumphant chuckle of laughter.

Once or twice he chuckled.

He held them on his nose, endeavoured to read through them, went to the window and stared up the street with them, looked at them most minutely in the full light of the lamp, and finally, with a chuckle, seated himself at the table and wrote a few lines upon a sheet of paper, which he tossed across to Stanley Hopkins.

He chuckled and rubbed his hands when we found ourselves in the street once more.

Holmes chuckled and rubbed his hands.

Holmes pointed with a chuckle to one of these, a row of residential flats, which projected so that they could not fail to catch the eye.

My companion gave a sudden chuckle of comprehension.

Holmes chuckled.

“And you might add of the attempted murder of one Sherlock Holmes,” remarked my friend with a chuckle.

Holmes knocked out the ashes of his pipe with a quiet chuckle.I heard his dry chuckle as he turned away.

Really? (Tom Holland x Reader)

I Can you do a Tom Holland x Reader where they are rehearsing a romantic scene and cause it like a cheesy one they’re both finding it really funny or something and Harrison just like telling them to improvise and Tom starts taking the lead but the reader can’t take it seriously and everyone loses the entire plot and they starts messing around. XD

Originally posted by tomhollandmemes


You’re driving to the set with Haz and Tom rehearsing the scene you’re filming today.

“Haz, this scene sucks,” says Tom. You nod in agreement as Harrison sighs. 

“I know it does. Improv! Do something!  Just try to get through the freaking scene!”

With a playful groan, Tom starts the scene for the fifteenth time in a funny voice.

“Oh, my dear (Y/N), when will you believe me when I say I Love You.”

With stifled laughter and an extremely put on southern accent you say, “But I do, Thomas. I do believe you.”

You both burst out laughing, Haz following close behind with a cackle. Maybe a break would help the two of you mellow down.

BTS: S/O Has To Do A Sex Scene For A Film

(I wasn’t exactly sure whether you wanted their reaction to their s/o telling them about it, or actually doing it in front of them, but I just made it to where she’s telling them. I hope you like it anon! (((: Very slight angst, slight smut, a lot of fluff. Enjoy c:)

Jin:

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Update: Sherlolly: A Male Newbie’s Perspective.

So…the long awaited Sherlolly: A Male Newbie’s Perspective, is on it’s way. Promise!! I had no idea my son and his friend’s comments would be received with so much interest. Live and learn, right? Truth be told, their response to His Last Vow wasn’t nearly as interesting as their previous thoughts. In my humble opinion. They watched with rapt attention, and offered - quite vocally - their thoughts on the overall episode, which was far more serious than TEH and TSoT. I’ll finish it up over the weekend.

In the meantime, for those who asked, and because it’s still fresh in my mind – here’s a few conversations that took place amongst my daughter and sister, after The Final Problem. Parts of the conversations are slightly paraphrased, although I did have a chat record with @swjmart about those conversations immediately afterward, while they were fresh in my memory.

I feel a bit silly posting this, but given all the crap Sherlollians have put up with over the years, I wanna add to this ship and see it turn into an Arc. Just sayin’.

I’ll start with my sister, who is the quintessential casual viewer. She didn’t start watching Sherlock until this past autumn, when she binged on Netflix. Lucky girl – she did not put herself through an agonizing three year hiatus. Whether she realizes it or not – she digs Sherlolly! Yay!


It all started with a late morning phone call….


Sister (which will be referred to by ’S’): So, did you watch Sherlock?

Me: Surely you jest.

S: Just thought I’d ask. Did you like it?

Me: Of course. You?

S – Oh gosh yes! T (her hubby), sat on the edge of his seat the whole time, even covered his face in a few places.

Me: God, he’s such a pussy.

S: What?

Me: Never-mind. So, what’d ya think.

S: It was excellent – I loved the whole season, but wish there was more than three episodes.

Me: Welcome to fandom.

S: Pardon?

Me: Nothing. Continue.

S: Can you even imagine having a sister that brilliant and insane? That was so heartbreaking. Really, T almost cried.

Me:  I know, completely mind-blowing, although there were clues in previous episodes that some shit went down. (silently begging her to get to the good part about Molly and Sherlock saying I love you, but not wanting to be overly obvious.)

S: I wish you’d stop swearing. (sister does not swear ~le sigh~)

Me: Do you know that recent studies showed people who swear —

S: Whatever, P. Those clues never indicated a child was murdered.

Me: I know, but even though it was ‘technically’ murder, I don’t think that was the intention of five year old Eurus. She wanted her brother to play.

Me: Hmmm. Weren’t you even a bit disappointed that nothing was said or shown about Victor Trevor’s family, or any investigation? (I’m not being serious, of course, just baiting for opinion)

S: No, it’s not that kind of show. It’s not CSI Sherlock.

(now I get to go in for what I really want to know!)

Me: But there were so many things left unresolved!

S: Like what?

Me: What do you mean 'like what?’ I thought you said you watched.

S: T and I thought the season finale was great – there was nothing left unresolved. I don’t know if they’re going to make another season, because all the actors are so in demand, but if not – I don’t know how it could have ended more perfectly. The only thing I’m really sad about is Mary dying. She was such an interesting character and I liked her a lot.

Me: You didn’t get put off that she shot Sherlock? At one point I found it very hard to believe how easily she was forgiven.

S: Of course shooting the protagonist was dramatic, but he didn’t mind, why should you?

Me: What?

S: You do know these are fictional characters, right?

Me: Don’t be ridiculous.

S: These characters are very dark and most of the time suicidal. Sherlock was on drugs probably all of season three and most of season 4, so of course he didn’t have a problem forgiving Mary. He probably admired her for it. They’re fun to watch, but you can’t think of them as normal – they’re not. Except for Molly. She is the only relatable character. I think she’s T’s favorite part of the show. It’s just too bad they didn’t give her more.

Me: Agree. But…but what about the Molly / Sherlock phone call dealio? I mean, what happened there? The only thing we got after that was a 2 second montage of Molly walking into Baker St.

S: So?

Me: So?! What happened? One minute she’s crying, Sherlock’s smashing a coffin and then she’s all smiles. WTF?

S: They’re not going to show that. I thought you preferred British television over American? British television is always more subtle.

Me: I know, but still – they could have given something more than a stupid montage.

S: They got married. That wasn’t hard to figure out.

Me: What? LOL!

S: Molly has always loved him, anyone who watched the show could see that. Sherlock is probably the most emotionally constipated fictional character ever written - Spock doesn’t count because he’s Vulcan - and he finally realized he loves her too. Probably always has. They’ve been building this up from the beginning. Didn’t you ever pay attention to all the stuff he pulled? Sabotaging her date before he knew that guy was his enemy? He told her to give up on relationships. It’s not like he was joking, although it was funny. He’s literal about that stuff. He didn’t want her to date because he couldn’t cope, it was about him, not her. T really loved that part – wished he would have thought about it when he was trying to date me. Then there’s Sherlock’s temper tantrums, and getting her to do things he could do himself. It’s typical stuff men do when they’re jealous or stupid. They think they’re being smart, like no one can see through all their crap.

Me: Looking at it that way, he probably broke up her engagement, too.

S: Oh, you know he did. T called it right away. What episode was that, where he told her how important she was and basically had eye sex with her. If it had been any other woman they probably would have burst out laughing. What a guy move.

Me: Ummm, the one where he came back, that one? And, btw, I wouldn’t have laughed if Benedict Cumberbatch was staring into my eyes.

(okay, this is literally the most surreal convo I’ve ever had with my sister. I had. no. idea. she even thought about stuff like this.)

S: Well, he’s not Benedict Cumberbatch, he’s Sherlock, lol! Not real life, remember? And, yes, that’s the episode. After that scene T said, 'her engagement just ended.’ Thought it was a smooth move. I’m telling you, this is typical guy stuff.

Me: He probably caused her to doubt herself.

S: It doesn’t matter, it wouldn’t have lasted anyway. It was over when Sherlock came back.

Me: So, why do you think they got married?

S: How old is Sherlock and these guys? Mid to late 30’s? What do you think he’s going to do? Start dating? He’s not going to do that. He can barely cope with what he does feel and Molly is patient and independent enough to be his partner and she’s not needy. Which is good because he is.

Me: So you didn’t see her as weak with unrequited love?

S: Where would you get that idea? Who cares if she’s loved him the whole time. It’s not like she sat around waiting for him to do something about it. She has life and must have felt he cared too, otherwise she wouldn’t have stuck around. She’s not one of our girlfriends who has no self-will or independent thought, and lives in a constant state of angst because her boyfriend or husband is horrible and we have to constantly tell her to leave. It’s not real life. Besides, Molly is sane and helps him connect to people and the world, like John does. Speaking of which, wasn’t it the episode before this one where John gave Sherlock that big speech about how a relationship would make him complete?

Me: Yep, he did. But, he was talking about Irene Adler.

S: Oh, she doesn’t matter.

Me: No?

S: He doesn’t love her. She’s every guy’s fantasy, it’s not real. T still believes Drew Barrymore will adore him if they ever met. Keep dreaming, big guy. Anyway, the writer’s set up some big dramatic relationship thing with John’s speech. So, you knew something was going to happen between Sherlock and Molly.

Me: It’s called foreshadowing.

S: Sherlock is completely ignorant about how to do relationships and love. He trusts Molly with his feelings and heart – she kept his secret for two years about being dead - and now that he knows how much he loves her, why would he let her go? He wouldn’t do that. The only way to keep her around is to marry her. At least that’s what I think. Or, maybe they live together forever…although if I were Molly he’d have to come to my place because it’s so much nicer and she can make him leave when he’s annoying or too clingy. Besides, his place is too dangerous and it’s more like an office than a home.

Me: I just read an interview this morning from Steven Moffat, the show’s creator and writer, who said that Molly was wounded by what happened, but Sherlock was devastated. He went on to say Sherlock apologized, Molly called him a 'bastard’ and they got over it. Then he added that Molly probably had a drink and shagged someone. What the hell, right?

S: That doesn’t sound like the character I saw, but then you probably shouldn’t take stuff like this so literally. I’m sure Sherlock apologized and you could see he was devastated. She almost died – I mean, I was holding my breath and wondering if they were going to kill her. Honestly, that was the most heart-pounding part of the whole episode. Of course he was devastated, but Molly was really hurt. She thought he was making fun of her and they both thought that whatever they did have together was over at the end of that scene. Maybe what the writer is saying is that they had sex together? That would make more sense after something this horrific. Wouldn’t you? I know it’s not real life, but if you were Sherlock and realized you loved someone and that person almost died, those emotions are powerful, overwhelming and mess with your mind. They probably had sex first and then he told her what happened. You know, like couples have sex after they argue.

Me: I didn’t realize you were such a romantic.

S: The whole show is a romance, with some mysteries thrown in. It’s not Hollywood, it’s very subtle. I thought you minored in English composition and literature? You should know this stuff.

Me: I do, but just thought I’d get your take. Hey, let me ask you one more thing…there’s this idea that John moved back into Baker St.

S: Why would he do that?

Me: Probably because he did that in the books, only it was very different because they (S / J) were much older and Mary had already been dead for a long time. Of course John didn’t have a kid in the books, at least not that anyone knew of. Although, I think there’s some pastiches that suggest, or give him, a child.

S: I can’t think why that character would do something so dumb and irresponsible. He’s smarter than that. Baker St isn’t safe for a baby and why would he or Sherlock want a baby around all the time?  It’s Sherlock’s office with a bedroom. His kitchen is contaminated and he keeps body parts around. They meet clients and really dangerous people come there. Plus, John has his own house. If he did anything, maybe he should experience what single mother’s go through and have to take care of his child after working all day and saying 'no’ to things because he has to put his child first. I understand people helping out right after Mary died. Mom had all kinds of help after our dad died, remember? But, this isn’t RL and he and Sherlock have their 'the game is on’ thing, so the baby is going to be sent to be with others.

*** Pretty much the end of of our convo, unless someone wants to hear about how we planned an outing at Sephora and met for lunch…. Probably not, right?


Phone call from daughter, who is known as 'K’ – another casual viewer.


K: So, did you watch?

Me: Of course. Watching it again, to be honest. What did you think? Just give me the Molly / Sherlock low down.

K: Wow, he really lost his shit, didn’t he?

Me: Yup.

K: I honestly thought they were going to kill Molly.

Me: I was a bit worried too. So, what do you think ended up happening between them? We were only given a few seconds.

K: They got married or living together.

Me: Have you been talking with your aunt?

K: No, why?

Me: Because she said the same thing.

K: It’s the only thing that makes sense.

Me: Why do people keep saying that?

K: What else is Sherlock gonna to do? He could barely do stuff without her before he knew he loved her, and now that he knows, it’s not like he’d let her disappear.

Me: Wow, I guess something’s just aren’t that obvious to me. (just kidding, of course)

K: Yeah, well, you don’t watch much television, so maybe you don’t notice stuff.

Me: You don’t think they’d date for a while, that sort of thing?

K: Why? Like Mike (her boyfriend) said – Sherlock just got played by two women.

Me: I don’t understand.

K: The evil sister set up the test for Sherlock to get Molly to say I Love You, right?

Me: Yeah.

K: But, that’s not what it was about. Molly wouldn’t say it until he said it first, because she thought he was playing a game and making fun of her. But, his sister had been watching Molly and maybe watching Sherlock too and knew Molly loved him but would never say 'I love you’ unless Sherlock said it first. But, Sherlock is thinking he just has to get Molly to say it, when the real game was about getting him to say it. But, he’s not going to say it, he won’t even consider it, because he’s an emotional dwarf. So, the only way to get him to say it was knowing Molly wouldn’t, thereby applying the appropriate pressure needed for him to grow the fuck up and get some balls. Well, that’s what Mike said, but I agree. Molly didn’t know she was being played, but his theory still works.

Me: So, his sister played Dolly Levi.

K: No, she’s just bat-shit, fucking crazy and didn’t care. She wanted the thrill of the ride. She doesn’t understand emotional attachment

Me: But, why married?

K: Maybe not married, but they’re definitely living together in a committed relationship for life. Sherlock isn’t capable of anything less. I mean, he could be, he is smart, but I doubt it. God, mom, he railroads her all the time. He would literally implode if she went off and found someone else. I mean, think about the few genius people you know. They have no idea how to do shit and need normal people to help them.

Me: I don’t think he’s that bad off.

K: Maybe not, but he was shooting up all last season because he couldn’t cope with the changes with his friends. John got married, Molly was engaged. He was able to be part of John’s life, but not Molly’s. And he spent most of this season high as a kite. He almost overdosed on the jet when they shipped him off for killing that guy.

Me: Part of that was because Mary asked him to save John.

K: Yeah, but not the jet part. He doesn’t cope with loss and there were other ways to help John. He was dying, mom – headed toward renal failure. Maybe now that he has those memories about his sister, he’ll be able to do better and won’t have the need to self-anesthesize. Plus, he finally understands he loves Molly, like really loves her and being with her helps him stay grounded – she keeps him centered. It takes a village to raise Sherlock.

Me: True dat. So the coffin part was pretty intense.

K: It was. But, he was scared, emotionally vulnerable and couldn’t manage what he was feeling. He had to vent and the coffin was handy. I also think he realized how much he’s hurt Molly. Not just the phone call, but all the other stuff he’s done. She couldn’t trust him and almost died because of it. He got to see what he caused, the consequences of his bullshit. He didn’t know that. He never connected the emotional dots about why she couldn’t say 'I love you’. So, yes, I think he married her and probably will never, ever do another thing to cause her any doubt. His life is too dangerous to put his bullshit on her, leaving her not knowing when he’s being a douche and doing his fakey mcfakerson shit, or being serious. And, why wouldn’t Molly want marriage or a committed life with him? She’s been on the ride since the beginning and it’s better for both of them to be on the same page. They’re both kinda lost without the other.

Me: Right on. So, the I love you was real?

K: Later, mom.

*click*


So, there ya have it. Two perspectives from non-fandom people. I love Sherlollians, even the ones who don’t know they’re one. : )

Evak Prompt: Song of Achilles

Personally, I blame @patrochillea for this one, as she just read TSOA and keeps reblogging stuff from it. And it brought back my feels.

And I think Isak would be all grumpy grumpy starting it and then really fucking loving the book as he reads on. Like there’s action and blood and gay? He’d be into it.

———————————–

So the thing is, Isak isn’t exactly a reader. 

It’s not that he can’t read- it’s just that he’d much rather be listening to music or, like, smoking with his friends, or maybe fucking his boyfriend. Reading isn’t the highest on his list of things to do when one is bored.

And yet.

“Here,” Sana said, sliding a blue and gold faced book on the blacktop of their biology desk. “This is for Even.”

Isak peers at the gift suspiciously, “What is it?”

Sana gave him a dry look, “Well Isak, it’s called a book. Sometimes people read them to transport themselves to like-”

“Yeah, yeah, Sana,” Isak rolls, his eyes, “I know what a fucking book is.”

“Then what are you asking stupid questions for?”

“I just-” He stops ans sighs, understanding now that there is no point in fighting this battle with Sana when he can so easily ambush his boyfriend at lunch.

He slides the book into his bag without another thought.

——

Even inspects the book almost as carefully as Isak had when Sana first gave it to him, “What’s this?”

Isak shrugs, “Sana told me to give it to you.”

Song of Achilles,” Even reads out in English, words forming much more smoothly than any attempts Isak could make, and traces the title. A moment passes and then he nods, “Oh. Aww Sana is so sweet-”

Sweet?”

“- I’m reading the Iliad in class and am hating it. She mentioned a book that would be more my speed.”

Even flips open the first page. But like- that would mean he’s no longer paying attention to Isak. 

And that would just not do. So Isak leans into him and kisses the shell of his ear until the book lays on the lunch table forgotten.

——–

That’s the end of it for like two days. But then there is a night that Isak can’t for the life of him sleep. And he’s tried everything- warm milk, counting sheep, Even fucking him into the mattress.

And yet the clock read 2:07 in the morning and Even is snuffling peacefully next to him. And Isak is stuck.

So he gets out of bed and rifles through his backpack, searching for nothing, but coming up with the little gold and blue book.

“Song of Achilles.” he mouths out and glances dubiously to Even.

He might as well, right?

Isak slides back in bed and turns on his desk light, thanking the gods for Even’s ability to sleep through a nuclear airstrike. 

——–

The book is really fucking gay.

Isak reads absently through the first chapter, onto the second, side eyeing the way in which Patroclus describes seeing Achilles for the first time. He reads through their childhood years, becoming more enraptured in the fucking descriptions.

And in the fucking gay? How did Sana even come by this book?

There is a groan from next to him, and Isak jumps, pulling himself reluctantly out of Patroclus’ musings about the past, “Huh?”

Even’s eyes are still shut, nose crinkling cutely in the morning and he rolls over just a bit, just enough for his forehead to rest on Isak’s bare chest and Isak thinks I could recognize him by touch alone; by smell. I would know him blind-

“The alarm is going off.”

Isak blinks and looks down at the clock: 7:45am.

Well huh.

————–

The school day passes in a blur. Isak doesn’t pay attention to it. Instead he thinks about the way in which Achilles juggles figs to get Patroclus’s attention. Or the way Thetis is so against her son falling in love with a mortal.

He thinks about Achilles and when he does, he’s confused as to why bright blonde curls turns into Even’s darker quiff. 

He’s fucking hopeless, that’s why.

“What’s this?” Even drops down at the lunch table next to him, nudging a piece of paper Isak had been scribbling on. Even peers down to read, “We were like gods at the dawning of the world?

Isak shakes his head and crumples up the paper. He leans up to give Even a kiss, “Halla.”

“Halla.” Even gestures to the crumpled paper, “Do I ask?”

Isak is silent for a few precious moments and then it all just kid of bursts out of him. “So you need to read Song of Achilles. Right when we get home. It’s important.”

“Important?”

“Important,” Isak confirms, “Like I might withhold sex if you don’t read it, important.”

Even’s eyes go wide and a strangled laugh escapes him, “That important huh?”

Isak nods, “I need to ask your opinion about Thetis and Achilles. And then, I need you to draw some stuff so I can have a clear picture about scenes in the book. 

“Alright?” Even’s voice is dubious, but Isak is mollified. 

He picks up one of Even’s fries and nods, “Alright.”

——–

I bet phil gives the best cuddles ever. he’s the gentlest of giants and his height is used to hold all the love he possesses and his brain is bursting with colors and scenes and ideas that are so unique and unheard of they’d almost seem to be from a fantasy universe. not to mention he screams gentle with his pale, dainty hands and the way he crosses them, one slightly on top the other, when he’s holding a coffee mug and his quiet little laughs accompanied by his tongue peeking out the corner of his mouth that he used to hide with his hand but, recently, has been showing without hesitation because he’s only become more confident with himself and his little quirks as the years pass. he probably smells like vanilla and cinnamon and all the sweet candle flavors he buys and lights. his eyes are bright but kind, seeming to grow even brighter when he laughs, and I’m (just a bit) in love with him

nolls  asked:

"man is there a story to tell about this line" WELL NOW YOU HAVE TO TELL US

The long and short of it is, Jen and I recorded that scene together. First time we’ve ever recorded in the booth at the same time. Jen and I are really close friends. When it came time for that line, I said it as, um, suggestively as possible. So suggestively in fact that Jen, Joe, everyone on the recording side, *burst* out laughing. For a good five minutes. It was awesome.