Ok guys so I have finally decided to talk about why I am fucking obligated to know think Cockles is real. I have a shit ton of exhibits to submit into evidence so let’s get started.
This is the post that started me on this rant. It is one of the main reasons I believe Cockles is real. They just GRAVITATE towards each other every time they are in the same space. Jensen seems to not be able to help wanting to be close to Misha. They obviously love to be in each others’ space and they definitely love to touch each other.
And if they’re not fucking or at least want to fuck, can someone explain this to me please?
Are you going to try to tell me that Jensen doesn’t look… hungry here? Are you?? Are you going to try to tell me that Misha doesn’t know exactly what he’s doing? Are you really going to try to tell me that? Look at this gif. LOOK AT IT and tell me they don’t at least want to fuck each others’ brains out. Look at it and try to tell me Jensen doesn’t want it and that Misha isn’t playfully teasing him. (If you want me to be honest, this really just makes me think of all the times Misha talks about being the bottom)
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!?! Oh Jensen wants it. I would venture as far as to say he’s had it. Look at that face, he’s had it, and he wants it again. LOOK AT HIS EYES! Those eyes are looking Misha up and down. COME ON PEOPLE! LOOK AT THIS AND TELL ME JENSEN DOESN’T WANT MISHA I FUCKING DARE YOU!
And oh look. He catches himself looking at Misha like that and stops.
I love it when Jensen catches himself doing things he thinks he probably shouldn’t be doing in front of other people.
And we cannot forget that time Jensen went in for the kiss.
Misha’s like “Babe no, hundreds of people watching” and moves his head way to the side.
Jensen looks disappointed. About not being able to kiss or about how he actually went in for the kiss when he wasn’t supposed to, I don’t know. But he definitely does look disappointed. And Misha looks like he knows but is promising “Later” with his eyes. Misha also looks a bit amused and teasing, but when does he not really.
They are so adorable together and have genuine affection for each other.
And let’s not talk about the fact that they are VERY comfortable being in each other’s space.
(Have yo noticed that they love to whisper to each other? Because I sure as hell have.)
And about THIS WHOLE POST. Are we just gonna pretend not to see all that grinding? Are we gonna pretend not to notice Misha swiping his hand across Jensen’s crotch while his other hand grips his ass? Are we?
Oh and can we discuss this please??
Did Misha really need to maintain eye contact with Jensen while kissing the stuffed… thing? Did he??
Can we also take a second to pay attention to the way Jensen looks at Misha?
Jensen’s eyes seem to love travelling up and down Misha’s body. But seriously though, what the fuck is this look? Can someone explain this look to me please? Because it sure as hell looks a lot like desire. I mean you can try to correct me, but I’ll be hard pressed to believe that this look is anything but desire and want (and fondness and affection).
And this one:
Like what? What the fuck is this Jensen? I need to know.
And OMG fucking look at this post and tell me what the fuck you see going on here. Because I see some shit. Oh yeah, I see all kinds of shit in that post.
And we totally did not catch Jensen checking out Misha’s mouth here. Nope.
Do you fucking realize I could go on all day with this? I hope you do because there are countless pics and gifs I could put here to show you that there is something fucking going on with them and it’s not just in my (and countless others) head.
OMG can you believe I almost forgot the CocklesRing? Ooops!
And please keep in mind That there is SO MUCH that I haven’t even talked about. Like all the stuff they say about each other, they do love to talk about one another. Or the looks and blushes they get (especially Jensen) while they are talking about each other. Or how one can’t help but to smile when the other is brought up in conversation. Oh no. That’s a whole other post in and of itself that I am way too lazy for. And I didn’t even bring up Jared in this whole thing because that too is a whole other post by itself. But Jared knows. Just like Sam, Jared knows you guys. Oh I wish I was less lazy (but seriously, this has already taken me more than 3 hours to put together) or I would definitely talk about all the ways in which I know that Jared knows.
But I’m done rambling (for the most part). I will leave you with this gem here. Freudian slip Misha? Alrighty then. (And BTW Freudian slip means “an unintentional error regarded as revealing subconscious feelings”. Just throwing that out there.)
Warning: Arguably, an OOC Sasuke (though not by much) and maybe even OOC Sakura. I didn’t really concentrate on the characterization, I just kinda wanted to get the idea out.
Disclaimer:I don’t own Naruto.
Sasuke is a strange man, she concluded to herself, after watching the man blatantly rejecting the nth woman that approached him tonight. He never even considers any of them. Never checks them out—he’s just seriously not interested. Pressing her cheek on her hand, Sakura swirled the ice cubes in her drink with the help of her straw, humming thoughtfully. Recently twenty, and I’ve never seen him so much as glance at a girl.
When Sasuke turned to look at her, she tore her gaze away rapidly and straightened herself up, clearing her throat as she pretended to contemplate the time through the clock on the wall.
“He’s not coming, you know,” she heard Sasuke mutter. “Says he’s busy with legal papers.”
Blinking confusedly, it took her a few seconds to realize he was talking about Naruto. “Oh,” she said. She nodded a little, as if she’d finally found the answer to the questions bothering her. “Ah, um… yeah, of course. Thanks.”
“Hn.” He passed her the bottle of sake before turning to the barman and ordering another. “You’ve been quiet,” he finally said after another moment of silence.
When she didn’t respond, he sighed and tipped his head back, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Sakura,” he called, tone expectant.
And maybe it was because of the alcohol running rampant in her system, or maybe it was something else, but Sakura couldn’t seem to stop herself from blurting out the question to which she had spent far too many nights lately pondering about, lately.
Summary:Farkle wakes up to his parents fighting and looks for an escape.
Note: This is a bit Random and it is part of my One-Shot Series. I am working on One-Shots for quite a few Ships and I wanted to take a step away from Happy/Romantic Type of Fic thus this Fic came to be. I tried making it as In Character as possible and I hope it came off as such.
[Sorry For The Mistakes]
Farkle hated when they did this. As much as he hated being in the house alone, it was so much better than waking up to their arguing…Again.
This time, he was the topic. And maybe he shouldn’t fault them. In their defense, he was supposed to be sleep. In their defense, he wasn’t supposed to hear that he was a mistake, that it was a simple lack of protection that caused him to be where he was now.
They continued arguing about the usual. Lack of time spent together. How she only cared about Money, How getting married was a mistake. And by 3AM he gave up. Piling on layers of clothes Farkle sneaks down the steps, past the sympathetic looks of the staff, past his parents and out the door. He didn’t have many options. Lucas was his first thought but he was halfway across town, Smackle was next but he knew waking her up would be a mistake. She needed her eight hours and he did not want to be the idiot who disrupted that. Before another name could come to mind he realized the direction he was walking in. Just a few blocks away he would arrive at the Matthews Residence.
Stuffing his hands in his pockets he trudged his way there. Inches of snow crunching under his feet
Riley is in bed, as usual, the window was left unlocked, something both he and Zay warned her about. But she left it open for this reason. Often times Riley would wake up with company most times that company was Maya, in fact, that was the only company that was allowed (Besides Smackle).
Walking around the bed he kneels down in front of her.
“Riley.” Nothing. “Riley.” Her eyes open slowly, adjusting to the absence of light Riley rubs her eyes, sitting up once she notices who is in her room.
“Farkle.” Not leaving time for questions he stands, making his way towards her closet. He hears no movement so he knows she’s still in bed, but he also knows in a matter of minutes she would be on his ass about why he was there at 4AM.
Picking out a random selection of clothes he walks out of her closet and tossed the clothes onto the bed.
“Get Dressed.” And she does. Without question, she begins undressing and being the gentleman he is he turned around.
“Farkle what hell are we going to do at 4AM.” He wasn’t sure. All he wanted was to get away he didn’t really have a plan beyond walking around Central Park. Mid-Thought, his eyes drift towards the window. The snow was still falling, harder than it was before. They were supposed to have 39 inches of snow by morning.
“Do you wanna build a snowman.” There’s silence. Riley suddenly appears by his side. Her eyes focused on the outside.
“That’s my line. ” Finally, she turns to him and he tries not to look. He doesn’t want to break down in front of her. He was the strong one, he wasn’t the one who came to them with problems.
But this was Riley. And if coming to her at 4AM wasn’t enough, maybe the tear falling down his face was enough indication there was indeed something wrong.
“Farkle. ” Taking his face between her hands. Even through the darkness of the room, she could tell she was giving him ‘The Look’ The same look she got when he was being bullied. And just like then he wanted to talk about everything but what little restraint he had kept him from doing so.
After seeing she was getting nowhere Riley smiles.
“Fine. I’ll bite. Let’s go build a Snowman.” Tossing on her snow gear she grabs Farkle’s hand and pulls him out through the Bay Window. And he tries to convince himself some time away was all he needed.
It is almost 5 when they finish up. Riley makes a nose with a Pen she had in her pocket and Farkle makes a mouth with Marbles.
It helped. Being around her helped. Even as early as it was she tried to maintain her positive energy. She was smiling, laughing, and joking as she usually did. And slowly everything was forgotten. That is until his brain reminds him of how crappy everything actually was. It’s when they’re making snow angels and her giggling is spreading down the entire block does he finally smile at the sound.
They lay in the snow after what seems like their Fifth Angel and to his luck she hadn’t brought the subject of him being there again. But he wanted to tell her, he just didn’t want to deal with the pity. He hated being pitied.
“You want some Hot Chocolate?” Caught up in his thoughts he doesn’t realize she stood up until after she speaks, her shadow looms over him. He doesn’t respond instead he stands and drags her to the steps of her apartment. Wiping off the snow off, they both sit down and she waits. He assumes she knows its coming.
“My parents are fighting. Dad just came back from a Business Trip. He’s leaving again soon and Mom is upset. Typical parent stuff.” Riley takes his hand in hers. Without missing a beat with his assistance she pulls him closer and leans her head on his shoulder. “Dad said he never wanted a Family so early. Mom thinks it was his fault because he didn’t come prepared…Pun Intended.” Riley lightly pushes him, a laugh escaping her lips. “So I was a mistake.”
“It’s not their fault. They thought I was sleep. I mean I guess I always figured I wasn’t planned. Who plans on having a kid that early. Especially my dad. I know he’s great but if I wasn’t here-”
“Farkle Stop.” She releases him and stands up, the warmth immediately disappears. And just like that, the look is back. “Don’t let them get to you. Maybe you weren’t planned. But neither was I. And that is on our parents. Not us. Don’t let them make you think you’re a mistake Farkle. They’re lucky to have you as a son and if they can’t appreciate that then they don’t deserve you. ”
“Don’t listen to them.” Why not? They’re right.
“I promise. I won’t. ”
“If that was true, you wouldn’t be here.” Taking a seat again, she rests her head on his shoulder once more. Her eye falling on their snowman. Farkle watches the snowfall. The silence somewhat comforts him. He didn’t want to go home, he couldn’t confront them today.
As if she were reading his mind Riley asks if he wanted to stay over. Though they weren’t sure if they would have school later that day he could use a day off.
“I still have some of your clothes here so while I make the Hot Chocolate you can change. Make sure you hang your stuff up. ” Riley walks out of the room, and his eyes never leave her. He thought about leaving, he knew she was tired and he knew she would try to hide it just so she could stay up and make sure he was okay. He had one foot out the window when he realized he had nowhere to go.
The sun would rise in a little over an hour. He could wait until then.
Just as he finishes putting on his shirt Riley walks in. Two cups in her hands.
“So I brought Empire Strikes Back the other day. I haven’t watched it yet. We can watch now if you want.” A smile spreads across his face.
“I’ll ruin the movie.” She shrugs. Handing him a cup she sits down on her bed, pulling out her laptop.
“Your commentary is better anyway.” There is a long pause and for a moment he watches her get everything ready.
“Okay.” He walks towards the bed and takes a seat beside her. Immediately she loops their arms and lays her head on him. While she gets comfortable under the covers he decides to stay above, just in case they get an unwanted visit from either Matthews.
Just before the movie starts she lifts her head up to look at him.
“I Love You Farkle.” He wants to question why it seemed like that was exactly what he needed to hear.
“And I Love You Riley.” And maybe the pain wasn’t completely gone. Scratch that it was there and on full blast but this was nice. Having some Peace was just about the only thing he could deal with at the moment. And being with Riley made it all a bit easier to deal with.
And That’s it. I think my next Fic will be a Riarkle/OT3 Fic Future Fic I don’t know. I want to try to post a Fic every week. So hopefully that can happen. I hope you enjoyed this Fic. I am not taking Prompts Anymore but I will take Ships Recs meaning I will write a Fic for a Specific ship if it’s requested.
Survivor - Season 31, Cambodia The Fifth Juror: Stephen Fishbach
Happy new year, y’all! What a nice hiatus. The season ended, Christmas happened, 2016 began, and now Cambodia portraits can finally get around to being posted because I forgot ooops. Pearl Islands after these ones, dudes! Before Kaoh Rong! FOR REAL! imeanit. itsgonnahappen. i swear.
But, back to our good buddy Stephen here. I don’t think I’ve ever cared about a contestant so much throughout a season as I have for Stephen here. Listening to the Know-It-Alls each week during any other seasons, it feels like he’s your friend out there and I wanted him to succeed so badly. While he didn’t make it to the end, I’m thrilled he got to be a jury member this season and wear a fantastic shirt and make great jury faces.
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