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anonymous asked:

Do u know any fics where Sherlock is jealous?

NONNNNYYYYYY YES. 

I love Jealous Sherlock so much. I know I’m missing a tonne of them here, but these are the ones I could quickly find or remember being Jealous!Sherlock! I’m also adding Possessive Sherlock here as well, because I LOVE LOVE LOVE “his / My John” SO SO MUCH and literally I fave every fic that has it in there. GUH. 

JEALOUS SHERLOCK

  • Unimpressed by 221b_hound (M, 3106 w.) – Sherlock has no intention of attending the Met’s New Year’s Eve party. The start of a new year is all but meaningless to him. But he ends up there anyway, having odd conversations, and John does not find Sherlock’s jealousy the slightest bit cute. And then there is dancing. Part 10 of Unkissed
  • Unforgiven by 221b_hound (M, 4721 w.) – Sherlock’s latest case is for his ex boyfriend, the brilliant and handsome Professor Victor Trevor. John is not too happy about that. But things aren’t what they seem, an old friend of John’s is involved in the case, and John has a few surprises up his sleeve. Also - a proposal! Part 16 of Unkissed
  • Mine (He Says While Still Being Smol) by beejohnlocked (E, 1,319 w.) – A suspect flirts with John. Sherlock gets a bit jealous. Okay, a LOT jealous.
  • Maintaining A Personal Life by Gingerhermit (E, 24,284 w.) – Sherlock and John discover some interesting revelations about each other’s sexuality, which lead them both to question the assumptions they’ve made about one another for years. In the midst of their mutual discoveries, a dangerous psychopath looms on the side-lines who threatens to destroy their new beginning.
  • For you, there’s only me by shock_blanket (E, 19,557 w.) – Sherlock realizes he has fallen in love with John, but believes he is unlovable. Cue lots of pining and jealousy on Sherlock’s part, followed by our favorite cuddly marksman making it all better. Because for Sherlock, there’s only John.
  • Matters of National Security by mistyzeo (E, 8,465 w.) – John starts dating a male client of Sherlock’s, and Sherlock can’t figure out why he’s so incensed about it.
  • Velvet by headlessjess (G, 1,155 w.) – It’s the day, the wedding day - John and Mary, getting married. And then there’s Sherlock, in pain and in love, without knowing how to deal with it.
  • 5 Times John Got the Girl (and lost her) and 1 Time John Got the Guy (and kept him) by LiviKate (M, 21,695 w.) – John has always had good luck with the ladies. He’s charming, friendly and funny, not to mention great in bed. However, his usual skill with the opposite sex is constantly being thwarted by Sherlock and his outbursts. How will John ever get a leg over when Sherlock is always cockblocking him?
  • Five Times John Noticed But Didn’t Really by ScandalousMinds (T, 6,383 w.) – 5 times John (thought) he noticed something peculiar about his and Sherlock’s relationship but really missed the obvious.
  • The Kissing Disease by cottonballz_of_death (E, 30,856 w.) – John brings home a boyfriend, shocking Sherlock, who long ago gave up hope that his straight flatmate would ever take a romantic interest in him. In a bid to reconnect with John, he tries to infect himself with a “harmless” virus. Neither of them is prepared for the emotional fallout that results.
  • Surety by hudders (G, 2,477w.) – “Sherlock is pissed because it seems that four pints of larger, two shots of tequila and a glass of wine has resulted in Lestrade becoming a little bit too friendly with everyone. And by everyone, Sherlock really means John.”
  • Butterfly, Pinned Under Glass by billiethepoet (E, 4,648 w.) – It started as a desire to keep John safe and whole, and ended up as just desire.
  • Correspondence by Cleo2010 (T, 8031 w.) – Sherlock’s been spirited away on a case for Mycroft. Part of the deal was that he and John could communicate via letter until the case was completed. Maybe the cliche is true, absence does make the heart grow fonder. Or perhaps something is growing on the feet in the fridge. Read their letters month by month. Written after series one.
  • Presence by LostGirl (M, 8625 w.) – Sherlock has recently noticed a shift in his own perceptions, but he can’t quite figure out when it started.
  • Obsession, Appassionato by shinychimera, Yeomanrand (E, 4,249 w.) – John is late, and he hasn’t called, and Sherlock works himself into a state. Part 1 of Love and Ysaye (FAVE!!)
  • Interlude by sussexbound (SamanthaLenore) (G, 2,837w.) – “Are you actually doing anything?” Sherlock scowls. “What?” “Are you busy? Because if not, I could use your help peeling potatoes.” “I’m not eating what you’re making. Why should I peel the potatoes?” John just shakes his head. “Because it might be a polite and thoughtful thing to do for the person who loves you. Just a tip.”Oh…Part 8 of The Homecoming
  • Understanding by sussexbound (SamanthaLenore) (T, 4,556 w.) – John’s face stretches into a smile that fades again, just as quickly. “It just comes like that, sometimes—all of a sudden. You don’t expect it.” He murmurs against Sherlock’s skin. “What does?” “Grief.” Part 9 of The Homecoming
  • Sibling Rivalry Or Fighting Over John Watson by Jessa7 (T, 8K+ w., Romance and Humour, FFNet) – Mycroft is just as much of a genius as Sherlock is. He keeps randomly kidnapping John for chats, and the locations get better. Cue Sherlock’s younger sibling complex rearing up and jealousy ensues.
  • Come Home by hudders-and-hiddles (E, 3,763 w. | more pining than jealous but close enough) – When John leaves for a medical conference, Sherlock tries to entice him back home.
  • The Semantics of Crop Circle Formation: a case study by Sherlock Holmes [unpublished] by canolacrush (M, 41,710 | Cockblocking Sherlock) – “Look at these photographs,” I said, gesturing to the wall of crop circles. “What do you observe?”“Crop circles,” John replied.“Obvious. What else?”“Are…are those intestines surrounding them?”“Yes. The majority are bovine and ovine in origin. The farmers who have acquired these crop circles in their fields have also had a tenth of their livestock murdered and arranged thus.”“Why?” John said, presumably in a rhetorical fashion.I detest rhetorical questions. “That is what I must find out, John.”
  • Down with this Ship by FrostedFlame (PinkOrchid) (M, 10,862 w.) – Sherlock drags John undercover to a gay bar - for a case, of course - looking forward to seeing John flustered by their surroundings (since you know, he’s NOT GAY). John decides that he has hidden both his orientation and his feelings for his daft flatmate for far too long. He is done hiding, time to be honest with his bloody best friend in the world. He just hopes it won’t change anything between them. And then it does.
  • That Partitioning of the Things of Youth by wearitcounts (Sher_locked_up) (E | 35,353 w.) - Victor Trevor is in town, and nobody’s happy. [[I really like this one. Jealous John AND Sherlock and lots of Angst]].
  • Paparazzi by SilentAuror (E, 10,543 w.) – John moves back into 221B Baker Street after his marriage falls apart and the paparazzi won’t leave him and Sherlock alone about the status of their supposed relationship. Sherlock, of course, never denies it, until one day he does…
  • Pattern Behaviour by SilentAuror (E, 14,835w) – Sherlock doesn’t even know why he resents John’s dates so much. Until the day he does know. Slight angst, unrequited feelings (but don’t let that scare you off!) (FAVE!) 

OBSESSIVE / POSSESSIVE SHERLOCK

  • Perdition’s Flames by i_ship_an_armada (E, Treklock, 63,435 w., | mild Possessive Sherlock) – Sherlock would do anything to save him. Risk anything. Give anything. His money, his life. His soul. What he does, though, is change both of their destinies forever. Genetic re-engineering is the only option left. It turns out researchers underestimated the life expectancy and potential abilities of genetically re-engineered subjects. The British government and what would eventually become the United Federation of Planets, however, had not. Part 1 of PF Universe
  • The Things You Hide *Adult Edition* by verityburns (E, 10,821 w.) – Sherlock and John have been working and living together for nearly a year, each finding the other’s friendship to be the one thing they would not risk or want to live without. Until something happens to disturb the status quo…
  • Let Go by thisisforyou (G, 2,743 w.) – In the end, separating John’s things from Sherlock’s in the chaos of their sitting room is like pulling a limpet from a wet rock. Especially when the rock is clinging on for dear life, because Sherlock doesn’t want to let go. 
  • In the cherry blossom’s shade by Eliane (M, 3,934 w.) – “This isn’t new. Sherlock has already done this – has gone through cities, and dingy hotels, and sleepless nights but it was different before. John wasn’t there before. They’re in this together.”
  • The Marriage Proposal Negotiation by Goddess_of_the_Night (G, 2161 w.) –  Sherlock hasn’t ever really done anything the traditional way, so of course it wouldn’t bother him to propose to John even though they’re not even dating. And the fact that John is already on a date with someone else when he decides to do it? Tedious. Marrying John was the only thing he could do to ensure John was his.
  • The Light of Day by allonsys_girl (M, 7297 w.) – Rewrite of the end of Sign of Three. John actually notices Sherlock leaving the reception early, and chases after him. Angsty Johnlock. Happy ending, for sure. Part 1 of The Light of Day
  • Let the Sun Fade Out by nothingislittle (E, 2711 w.) – “He could warm the sun itself, Sherlock thinks, could heat their flat with just his presence, could brighten the room with one dazzling smile or just the sparkling in his eyes. Everything hurts when John looks this beautiful, but it’s a dulcet, aching pain, one that consumes Sherlock from the inside, that sends soft pangs through his abdomen and lodges a lump solidly in his throat. John glows, he glitters, he’s light itself, Sherlock thinks, and doesn’t even bother to scold himself for exaggerating, because he’s not, he’s not, John is everything, he’s beautiful and he shines, he’s everything.”
  • On a Sunday Morning by SD_Ryan for jimmytiberius (G, 3136 w.) – Sherlock has a little problem. He can’t stop obsessing about John Watson.
  • His by I’m Nova (T, 1K+ w., Humour & H/C) – Sherlock doesn’t share what he’s fond of. (FAVE!!)
  • Foresight by niffler09 (K, 2K+w) – It’s raining and neither John nor Sherlock have an umbrella so they huddle under Sherlock’s coat. And then Mycroft walks past and makes smartass remarks. (FAVE!!)
  • Possessive by Fang323 (T, 850w. H/c & Friendship) – His John did not belong. Not here. Not in this blasted hospital. It simply was not logical.

As I’ve said in the past, all my rec lists are of fics I’ve read, so I’m sure I’m missing a tonne more that are probably on my MFL list, but please feel free to add your own recs! 

anonymous asked:

Why stop posting photos of humans entirely? Why not only take down the ones that upset people?

Not sure where you’ve been, but everything I post ends up upsetting someone, either genuinely or because they’re trolling. Usually a mixture of both. I can’t rely on my own judgement of people’s likelihood to misinterpret my intentions.

For instance, I’ve kept a “freckles” tag for a few years with photos of people with dramatic freckles in it, ‘cause I think they’re cool and appreciate their aesthetic. People have repeatedly taken this to mean that I have a sexual fixation on scattered patches of skin pigment, and therefore reblogging studio photographs featuring minors or children in that tag is “sexualizing minors”, even that I am “grooming my followers”.

In the last five months, I don’t think I’ve reblogged a single professional-quality artistic photograph of a black person without getting criticism about it in one way or another… either overt racism, suggestions that I’m fetishizing black bodies, accusations that I’m reblogging the photos out of white guilt, or that I’m demonizing dark skin by tagging photos the same way that I tag similar aesthetics featuring white people.

Explaining myself is exhausting and pointless. Ignoring it is also exhausting. Asking myself, “What are all the possible reasons people could find fault with me for posting or reblogging this?” is futile. Deciding to reblog only aesthetic portraits of cis white people to avoid well-meaning controversy strikes me as cowardly and worse than not reblogging any human models at all. I might make a side blog or something so I can maintain art references without inviting constant criticism.

anonymous asked:

headcanon where the rfa-v-saeran are in love with MC but they're in an unhealthy relationship with someone else where suddenly physical abuse happens for the first time and MC is so traumatized that they end up flinching at something that the rfa+v+saeran do, that's how they find out about it. you choose if you want everything to end platonically or romantically~ gracias!!

I’m sorry that this took me so long, but I hope you like it! This one was definitely interesting for me to write. However, I would like to say that most of these end on lighter notes, even though they deal with abuse. I’m sorry if that comes off as romanticizing it in any way, but I assure you that that was not my intent. As it is a request based around the topic of abuse, there’s obviously abuse warnings


Yoosung:

  • You and Yoosung were going to hang out for the night and you were on snack duty, so you came to the dorm after stopping at the convenience store
  • He shouted a greeting through the dorm saying he only needed another five minutes while you were setting your wallet and keys down
  • When you walked over to his desk, it looked like he was playing rough map and he had headphones on, so you decided to stay quiet and look through a book that was on an end table
  • Once you had settled in to the other chair and started the novel, you noticed that he was banging his mouse slightly with how much he was clicking it
  • You tried to ignore it but then he started to practically yell at the monitor
  • At this point, you were curled up into the chair, an instinct to make yourself smaller
  • Yoosung turned around in his chair in exasperation while taking off his headphones then noticed how you were sitting as his eyes widened slightly
  • You were trying to speak but you couldn’t without stuttering slightly
  • “S-sorry, Yoosung. You just s-scared me a bit-t” “Nononono, MC! I’m really sorry for getting angry. Are you alright?”
  • Taking a few breaths before you were to explain, you started moving to sit normally
  • “Yoosung, please don’t think any different of me when I tell you this, alright?”
  • In response, he just nodded wildly, forgetting about his game
  • “So remember when Zen asked me if I was dating anyone, and I said I just got out of a relationship? Key words, got out. I was, well, it was abusive, and I didn’t want to talk about it. You’re the only one of the RFA I’m telling for now, so please don’t say anything yet. Anyways, they would always yell at me before they would physically hurt me, so I associate someone yelling with that. I didn’t, I didn’t mean to freak you out or anything. I’m sor-“
  • Yoosung was not having this, but didn’t want to make you any less comfortable so he tried to keep his face straight
  • “MC! Don’t apologize! It’s, it’s not your fault at all. I should be really sorry, and I am. I got annoyed, because I’ve been in this area for the past four hours, and I haven’t been able to get a drop. I’m really really sorry! I’ll try my absolute best to not yell around you again, MC” “Thank-thank you, Yoosung” “Can I, can I hug you, MC?”
  • You nodded slightly and he practically teleported he went so fast to the chair you were on to hug you
  • “You’re really strong for going through that, MC, and I promise I won’t tell anyone else unless you say it’s okay”
  • Nodding again, you let him stay like that for a few minutes before offering to get up and get the food so you could watch the movie
  • Once you noticed he was crying ten minutes in, you laughed slightly thinking about how considerate he could be and how he wouldn’t hurt you
  • Nice to know for our, I mean, the future
  • dAMMIT, MC

Zen:


  • You were staying at his home since he got injured again, mindlessly watching some random soap opera while chatting in the messenger
  • Jaehee: I can’t believe that Zen is doing three roles in different productions at once.
    MC: Yeah, he’s not home much, and when he is, he’s practicing lines
    Jaehee: He can only work so much. I hope he doesn’t work too hard.
    MC: It’s more promo pictures anyways lol
    Jaehee: Very true! The ones that came out today are already saved on my phone

  • The front door opened with Zen finishing up a phone call
  • MC: Be right back, Jaehee. He just got back, and he looks a little pissed
    MC has left the chatroom

  • “-Yes, have a good evening, Sir” “Hi, Zen! How was tonight’s rehearsal? You sounded exaspera-“ “It was awful. Nobody could get their shit together while starting the dance numbers, and the director kept yelling”
  • He went on for a few minutes, ranting while putting his jacket and bag up by the door and waving his hands around
  • While he was turning around to face you with his hand still moving, you flinched slightly
  • Zen stopped talking instantly and put his arm down just as quickly
  • “MC! Babe, I would never hit you. I’m so sorry that you would think that! I promise that I’ll never go off aga-“ “Zen, it’s fine. I didn’t think you would,” you paused to word this correctly, “It’s just what I’m conditioned to do. Like a habit”
  • Half of you wanted for him to drop it, another part wanted him to ask so that someone would know
  • Besides, you trusted him the most out of RFA anyways
  • Back to the present, Zen looked downright personally attacked by what you said
  • “Why,” he stopped to fathom what would make you think any of this, “Why would someone hurt you? Who made you act like this, because I swear I will-“ “Hyun, please stay quiet, so I can explain”
  • He stayed quiet and led you to the couch so that you could both sit down
  • “It-it’s my significant other. When they hit the bottle, they, well, they hit me. I just flinch now whenever it’s similar to that. Not-not saying that you’re like them-“ “No no, I know what you mean. I swear that I won’t treat you like that ever. Could you maybe tell me who they are, because I’ll fight them outside the Wendy’s”
  • (I’m sorry, I know it’s meant to be serious, but my mind went no. Wendy’s is a fast food chain that’s established in around thirty countries)
  • Laughing slightly, you pointedly told him no and said they were in jail anyways
  • After your conversation, you noticed Zen was being quiet and you knew something was up
  • Rather than push it, you just sat with him and continued to watch your shitty soaps
  • “Hey, ah, MC?” “Yeah?” “Would you maybe like to go out with me? I just, well, I realized that I thought you deserved far better than what your significant other is giving you, and I’d like to try to help. This kind of helped me realized how much I’d like to date you. I swear that I’ll take on any repercussions that they make”
  • well, hE Ck
  • Again, two parts of you were weighing your options
  • You may’ve just gotten out of a bad relationship, if you went with this, and it seemed like a pretty okay idea
  • “That sounds good, uh, yeah, yes, Zen. However, it might take me a bit to be fully okay with everything”
  • This boy looked sO HAPPY
  • “Really? I mean, yes, of course. No worries if you need time”
  • You both ended up crashing on the couch that night, with the dramatic shows still looping in the background
  • After you had been dating for a few months, you noticed that Zen hadn’t been drinking any alcohol whatsoever
  • You just smiled, content with the new life you were living

Seven: (Route spoilers right off the bat. I’m sorry! Based on what actually happens in the route, this’ll probably seem ooc, but I’m trying my best!)


  • After Seven’s acclaimed twin had left, you were pretty shaken up by the ordeal
  • Seven was acting really distant as well, and that wasn’t helping
  • Since he acted much differently on the messenger, you were sure it was your fault he was acting so cold
  • Trying to do something that could lighten his mood, you made some lunch
    It may not be a bag of chips and a can of soda, but you figured this would be better
  • You walked up behind him and tapped his shoulder since he had his headphones on
  • He turned around far too quickly while yanking one half of his headphones to the side
  • “MC! Don’t bug me, you have no reason to, so just stop!”
    Around after he said your name, you dropped the plate at the slight outburst and he didn’t realize it until he stopped
  • “S-sorry, S-sev-seven!” you spoke hurriedly with a heavy stutter while you were getting on your knees to clean up the food and plate shards, “I-I didn’t mean t-to make you mad-d. I’ll, I’ll get this picked up as soon as possible”
  • You were surprised when he silently got off his chair to help but finished cleaning up what you could with shaking hands
  • Going to get a trashcan, you heard him mumbling “stupid” and “an idiot” and thought the worst then subconsciously prepared to get yelled at while dragging it to where the plate was dropped
  • Seven, on the other hand, was trying to figure out why he was clouded enough to not realize that you had been abused earlier
  • Granted, you didn’t talk much about it through any messaging service or social media and didn’t join any support groups or the like, but he still should’ve known to avoid all this
  • “Seven? I, I know you’re angr-“ “MC, it’s alright. I didn’t mean to make you panic; I didn’t realize what had happened for a few seconds. I’m an idiot for shouting when you were just bringing me food. Even stupider for having you pick up most of it”
  • He smiled sadly for just a second before bending over to get all of ceramic and food mess into the bag while you were silently standing, stunned
  • “MC? Is everything alright?” You nodded as if you were shaking something off “Yeah, yeah, I just thought you were going to slap me or something. I mean, I made a huge mess and you were already pissed at me and I was getting in the way and-“ “MC. I would never, ever slap you, okay? You’re never in the way, alright? I’m trying to keep all of this together right now, and I shouldn’t have snapped when you were trying to take care of me”
  • You were confused because you were certain that he was only going to start yelling in a few seconds
  • “But you were calling me stupid and an idiot when I went to get the bin?” “No! Nononono, MC, I was calling myself that, because I hadn’t put it together until then and I make you panic” “Put what? Oh, uh, yeah” “Yeah, I won’t ask you anything about it unless you’d like to tell me, but I understand. Personal experiences are shitty”
  • Seven offered another slight smile before going to speak again
  • “I’ll try my absolute hardest to not do something like that again, I swear to God. Nobody deserves to go through that, and especially not you. I’m going to drop whatever stone cold bitch façade I was using to tell you this right now, I care about you a lot, MC. Like a whole fuck ton, and I was pushing you away, because I’m really, very dangerous. I know that I keep saying that, but with the people I’m working with, I can’t have someone that I care about. However, I promise you that once everything is sorted out, I’ll be able to act better for you”
  • Once again, you were silently stunned at the apology and confession he just gave
  • You moved to hug him and he did just that, keeping you as tightly as he could for a few seconds
  • “Thank-thank you, Seven” “Absolutely”

Jumin: (Also one filled with route spoilers, sorry)


  • While you were staying at his apartment, he noticed that you were frequently texting someone and you always seemed to be wincing whenever it sent
  • As a matter of fact, he saw you wincing a lot whenever you bumped into something or got up
  • Jumin didn’t want to push it, but when he kissed you in front of the Chois and you tried to push him away as fast as possible, he decided to ask once they left
  • “MC, I am so deeply sorry for doing that. I pushed myself onto you, and it is completely unforgivable. Even though I want to keep you safe here, you can most definitely leave if you wish. I can’t believe I would do that to you, but I don’t have a good grasp on reading your emotions and I sincerely apologize for my actions” “No, it’s alri-“ “MC. What I did was horribly wrong. Don’t feel bad for leaving whatsoever” “Jumin, listen for a second. My reaction made it seem like I was disgusted, but don’t get the wrong idea. I’m sure this is confusing, so just give a little bit to explain”
  • He looked really confused but just nodded and gestured to the living room so that you could speak sitting down
  • “Jumin, I’m going to straight up tell you that I didn’t mind that you kissed me. It was how. I’m currently in a relationship-no, don’t freak out over making me “unfaithful” or anything-that’s quite abusive. My partner constantly forces me to do things with them. They’re who I’m texting, because they’re angry that I haven’t seen them in the past week. They’re also the reason I’ve got bruises on my sides. It scared me a bit when you did that randomly, but I don’t want you to think that I want leave right now, especially when it’s to keep me not dead”
  • Jumin nodded in response, but he didn’t look confused anymore; he looked both downcast and angry
  • “I can’t believe someone would do that to you, MC. Please tell me you’ll get away from them soon. I can’t stand to think of you getting hurt that way and forced to do things like that for them. If you need me to help with contacting someone or lawyers, I assure you I’ll find the best internationally for you. If you’d like to continue whatever we’re doing right now, I swear that I’ll always ask before I do anything and make sure it’s alright”
  • At the moment, you didn’t realize you were crying silently, but it wasn’t out of sadness, no, it was joyful
  • “Thank you, Jumin. That’s more than enough. Could you help me write a script of sorts for when I call them to dump them?” “Most definitely, MC. Anything I may do to help” “And Jumin?” “Yes?” “I’d quite like to continue what we’re doing”
  • He looked slightly surprised at what you said and eager to help you draft your phone call
  • After nearly an hour of deleting and rewriting what you were to say, you collectively decided to fuck it and just call
  • You were greatly anxious but Jumin’s presence was calming, especially the fact he was whispering encouragement while the phone rang
  • “Yes, hello…No, that won’t be necessary…I called to tell you to go fuck yourself…You heard me perfectly well…Because I’m not putting up with this anymore…Not only is it disgusting, you can’t do anything to stop the fact I’m leaving or the fact I found someone else…Yes, he’s quite nice. Would you like to speak to him?”
  • You swore that you had never heard someone monotonously swear that much and you were silently laughing while Jumin was using explicits every other word in the Business Guy voice
  • He hung up after you gave a “Bye, bitch!” and you broke down into laughter and speaking in between it
  • “Thank-oh God-thank you, Jumin. You-fuck, that was hilarious-you helped me out more than I can imagine, and this is probably the hardest I’ve laughed in months. Seriously, thank you,” you decided to mimic his Business Guy voice, “Mr. Han”
  • This time he started laughing too and that fueled you to continue
  • Definitely something to remember
  • After you both had calmed down, you were both silently looking at the other fondly
  • “MC?” “Yeah, Mr. Han?” “Sh-shut up” “Make me”
  • You stopped for a second, thinking about the invitation you just put out there
  • “Can I kiss you?” “Yeah, you dork”
  • Scratch what you said before, this was something to remember

V:


  • While you were at the party, V had noticed that you had someone else with you, but assumed it was your current partner
  • The fact that you had someone had him crestfallen, but he reminded himself that they made you happy and that’s what matters
  • Oh boy
  • Little did he know, you were getting yelled at outside for interacting with one guest and that “cotton candy-haired asshole” too much
  • That is, until a security guard came up to him mid-conversation and informed him of two people outside
  • He decided that he wouldn’t be told if they couldn’t take care of it, so he followed them out to see you trying to get absorbed by the outside of the building and someone yelling at you
  • “Excuse me? Why are you harassing, MC, the coordinator of this event?”
  • “Wouldn’t you like to know, you blue-haired fuck” “Yes, I quite would like to know if you could stop being a jackass
  • No matter the fact that this was serious and you weren’t a six-year-old, you snickered quietly at the fact he swore
  • “Actually, you’re not worth my time. MC, could you explain please?” “Oh, uh,” you glanced at your partner and smirked just a bit, realizing you finally had witnesses, “Jihyun, this is, this is my abuser. They were trying to act possessive by shouting at me out here. Actually, they were telling me that I can’t talk to you or take care of my job
  • V had already blanked at the word abuser, now fueled with hatred but keeping the calm appearance
  • “They, they’re your what? Never mind, I already heard it. MC, I’m getting you out of that arrangement as soon as possible”
  • He simply nodded to the guard that had brought him to the scene then offered his arm to you so that he could take you back inside
  • While you were walking back, realization of what you had done was settling in and you started to visibly shake
  • “MC? Is everything alright? Never mind, another stupid question. Hold on for just a second”
  • He had you sit at a table that was near the entrance where the least people were and got you a glass of water from a server walking by
  • “What you did was really brave, alright? You were able to do in a couple of seconds what I couldn’t throughout an entire relationship and then some. I promise that I’ll keep you protected from them,and they will never be allowed to come into contact with you again, okay? I swear that on my life”
  • Nodding with a shaky smile, you drank some of the water and thought everything over again
  • “Thank you, really, V, thank you. For helping me end that and helping me calm down”
  • After you conversed about random things for a while just to calm down, he escorted you back to the main area where everyone else was
  • Seven walked up to the two of you with a grin on his face
  • “What were you two up to? Screwing in the bathroom?”
  • You glanced over to see a red-faced Jihyun and you could’ve swore you heard him mumble “I wish” to which your face also heated up
  • “L-Luciel!” “That’s my name! Plus, I heard what you just said, V!” “No, you didn’t” “Keep lying to yourself!”
  • Seven left with a cheeky wink and the both of you blushing wildly like awkward teenagers
  • Hmm, not a bad idea, though, Seven
  • wait shit
  • You said that aloud
  • “Yeah, not bad at all, Luciel”
  • You ended up getting winked at again with your face feeling hotter than before

Saeran:


  • You came over to hang out with Seven at the bunker while Saeran was staying there
  • Turns out, Seven got assigned some new project and had to start it right away, but you didn’t feel like going back to your apartment
  • “Hey, Saeran?” “What do you want now?” “Bitch, I walked through the door and I haven’t even spoken to you today” “…Fair point. Continue”
  • “Since your brother’s working, do you wanna do something?” “Like?” “Watching shitty movies with ice cream?”
  • Ice cream was the way to Saeran’s heart so he agreed upon the mention of it
  • You were at least 87% sure he wouldn’t have agreed if there wasn’t ice cream involved
  • Going to the kitchen, you noticed Seven brought his equipment out into the living room
  • You were kind of confused, considering he’d probably want to be somewhere with no distractions
  • Saeran, on the other hand, glared at him
  • You were going to the freezer get a gallon out while you heard the brothers bickering
  • “What’re you two talking about?”
  • Seven flatly said “You” while Saeran hurriedly said “Nothing!”
  • The red-head earned another glare when he gave a thumbs up to you
  • You just shook your head with a smirk while getting a scoop from a drawer along with two bowls
  • “Seven? You want any?” “Only if I’m allowed to put chips on it”
  • Half-laughing and half-sighing with a smile, you got another bowl while Saeran walked into the kitchen after telling his brother to “just fuck off already”
  • You were getting the bowls filled when Seven started yelling out and swearing at his laptop
  • The scoop clattered to the floor when you had jumped at the sudden outburst
  • Saeran looked bored by it, but when he saw how panicked you looked, you couldn’t quite place what emotion he was displaying
  • “Uh, you alright there?” “What? Oh, uh, yeah, yeah, the yelling just sorta reminded me of something” “Are you sure you’re alright?” “To be honest, no, but can I tell you later?”
  • He nodded and bent down to get the scoop before rinsing it off and finishing getting everyone’s food
  • You brought the bowls to the couch and set Seven’s next to him cautiously while warily looking at him
  • Saeran made an assumption, but decided to just wait for you to explain
  • Seven gave a quiet thanks and you still looked slightly panicked but Saeran tried to distract you
  • “MC? Come sit by me” “Al-alright?” “What do you want to watch?” “Oh, whatever you pick is fine”
  • He shrugged and flipped through channels until deciding on some psychological thriller type movie
  • Once he noticed his brother put his headphones on, he decided to ask about it
  • “Could you explain now? I don’t think Asshat over there is listening if that’s what you’re worried about” “Yeah, I-I can; just please don’t react harshly. Right now, I’m in a relationship that I’ve kept from RFA, and Seven shouldn’t have been able to tell either. It’s fairly abusive towards me, and when your brother shouted, it reminded me of last night’s beating. I, well, I get kind of worried when I mess stuff up, so I thought he’d be mad at me even though it was only his work. But, yeah, that’s why loud noises make me react like that”
  • He stayed quiet for a few seconds before speaking quietly but clearly
  • “I will fucking kill them, MC” “Saeran! No, it’s-“ “Don’t say it’s alright; we both know it isn’t.  How dare they hurt you?” “Saeran, I’ll get out of it soon. It’s just-“ “MC, as much as I would like to stay calm about this, it’s not ‘just’ anything. You shouldn’t be treated like that, and I want your abuser six feet under”
  • Knowing that he could very easily murder them, you tried your best to get him to stop thinking about it
  • Finally, he got quiet again and you were able to relax back into the couch
  • “MC?” “Mhm?” “Could you-I can’t believe I’m asking this-could you lay by me? I would just hug you, but I don’t want to hurt you, since you’ve got injuries” “You’re a fucking dork, you know that right?” “Just be quiet and come over here…if that’s alright” “Of course it is”
  • After setting your bowl to the side, you moved over to be by him
  • “Is this better, Saeran?” “Much” “Good, ‘cause I feel safe like this” “Really?” “Mhmm, its nice to be by someone that has a comforting presence” “MC, I literally kidnapped you” “Yeah, but okay, yes, you kidnapped me” “See?” “I can’t explain it, but I like being by you” “Me too”
  • You both stayed like that until the credits rolled and Seven was giving his brother another thumbs up
  • Once you were sure Seven wasn’t paying too much attention, you spoke again
  • “Thanks, Saeran, for giving me someone who I could confide” “Anytime, MC. Though the murder offer still stands” “I don’t need you winding up in prison, alright?” “Seems fair.  Can we still at least trash their car?” “Oh, hell’s yeah” “Now?” “Now”
  • You both got up while smiling wildly and Seven just stayed focused on his work
  • Saeran grabbed his jacket by the door and told his brother that he was going to go slash some tires
  • Walking to your car, you opened his door and bowed sarcastically before going to your seat and starting up the car
  • Smashing those windows and scratching in words and cutting up tires made you feel the happiest you had been in a while
  • After you both got back in the car and headed back to the bunker, it was nearly two am, so you decided to stay over
  • “Hey, MC?” “Yes, Saeran?”
  • You noticed that he stayed quiet and looked up to seeing him with a slightly red face
  • “Mind staying with me tonight?” “Not at all”

I really hoped that you all liked this one, but I will gladly change anything that isn’t right or add something that you would like. I hope you all have good mornings/afternoons/evenings, and much love to you all!

anonymous asked:

I'm so worried tho because Jemma said that dying in the framework is v v bad and well we saw where Jemma ends up so THIS IS NOT LOOKING GOOD

well, but that’s you dying WHILE IN the framework - I’m really not sure what this means in terms of her arriving there like that. 

it suggests to me that in the Framework, Jemma isn’t actually dead - she’s hiding her identity for some reason or something

because if AIDA prepared the Framework with the intention of including Jemma within it, she wouldn’t have like… made it so she was dead already there, you know? idk it’s puzzling and intriguing

anonymous asked:

Do you have any idea why there's a lot of people/critics who won't let go of 06' and trust the new games quality? Yeah it almost killed the franchise but some still treat it as if it was relevant.

Because many “professional” critics in the gaming industry have what is for all intents and purposes a bias against Sonic, no matter how many people try to deny it.

There have been a lot of instances in which a Sonic game will get a very low score, while a non-Sonic game that has just as many if not more flaws gets a higher score. And that’s just the start of it.

I think part of it might be born out of projecting as well. Because I’ve noticed that whenever some hyped-up-the-ass triple-A game ends up not doing that well, the vitriol directed at Sonic tends to grow even larger during those periods, as if by magic.

Friendly reminder that

this scene happened.

Some people still claim that Victor wants to return to competitive figure skating and I just wanted to remind all of us of this scene from episode 2 because this alone is a good indication of Victor’s intentions.

When Yakov tells him to stay, Victor only smiles

A defiant, but nostalgic smile.

But what happens next is crucial.

Yakov tells Victor in no unclear terms that leaving now means the end of his career.

And what does Victor do?

Yes, dasvidaniya - goodbye. Victor kisses Yakov, his career, his entire life in Saint Petersburg goodbye.

Victor had already made up his mind. He left knowing that he may not be able to come back. He knew the consequences of his decision and didn’t even hesitate.

He really doesn’t care anymore.

To Victor, his career is already a thing of the past.

He moved on in order to find a new path in life.

That path being Yuuri, in more ways than one.

If the anime ever clearly showed that Victor isn’t returning to his competitive career, then it did so here, as explicitly as it was possible.

Yuri!!! On Ice + Colours Analysis

So thanks to an anon, I ended up looking into Yuuri’s past costumes a few days ago, and noticed something that I couldn’t get off my mind: 

They’re all blue or black, really. I would find more examples to prove myself, but honestly, there isn’t a lot of colour variation. Even in the canon timeline, Yuuri’s costumes are black and then blue: 

I could have screenshotted any moment but I just like to look at the viktuuri kiss okay 

So, what does this mean? Well, in western culture, blue is a colour of coldness, serenity, perhaps sadness too. A colour rather appropriately then often associated with Yuuri, a character who makes these traits apparent. But was this intentional? 

It turns out blue means the same thing in Japan 

Well, kind of. I’m an English clueless who kind of purposely sets my fanfics in countries that are not Japan because I know I’m going to mess the culture up somehow. But basically, a bit of swift research told me that blue means calmness and serenity, but also largely purity. With the added bonus that blue is a feminine colour over there which is kinda cool when you think about Eros

So, Viktor next: 

We’ve seen him in blue and black in his past, but here for a mature Viktor we see him dressed in pink. Because I’m only going to do a brief colour analysis, I’m hence forth going to be referring to him as red (close enough considering pink is a colour on the red spectrum). 

Red is perhaps more universal in meaning than blue is. In Japan, it represents energy, heat, power, love etc. Also the red on the Japanese flag represents the sun apparently so there’s that.

Red and blue: opposite colours for what are, on the surface, opposite characters. 

Blue, the flame that was never lit

Red, the flame that burned too brightly 

And this is incredibly intentional because look, even in the OP:

EVEN IN THEIR GODDAMN TRACKSUITS 

And then we have the final moments of the anime, where the spectrums meet

P U R P L E 

Purple combines the calm stability of blue and the fierce energy of red.” 

Sounds perfect to me.

A Curse on Donald Trump

You will need:

A black candle
string

How to:

Charge the candle with your intent. Think about what a xenophobic fascist sexist capitalist prick Donald Trump is. Channel that rage into your candle. Think about how desperately you want him to fail, how desperately you want to see him ruined. Envision his glorious fall, his humiliation, his destruction. Believe that he will fail. Know that he will fail. Oil the candle with an appropriate oil if thats your thing.

Light the candle.

Pick up the string. Say:

Donald John Trump Senior, son of Fred Trump,
I place a curse on your head


tie a knot in the string

Your racism, greed, and fascism
will be the key to your undoing
every time you open your mouth
you inspire your own failure

tie a knot in the string

May your boasting and compulsive lies
be found out and unravelled,
may your political campaign end in humiliating ruin
You will never be president


tie a knot in the string.


Release your intent into the universe. You can tuck the string away somewhere, or simply throw it away, though for best results I recommend mailing the string to Trump Tower, 725 5th Ave, New York, NY 10022

Do you see what happened?? Whether or not you see it as intentional doesn’t matter. The last few minutes of The Final Problem – did you see what happened?

Sherlock and John rebuilt 221b together. Mary narrated the adventure.  They go off to solve crimes together, picking up right where they left off. No questions asked whatsoever. 

It’s the perfect ending to a casual viewer. It’s the “warm paste” Mark Gatiss says BBC Sherlock would never be. It glosses over plot points and questions, literally hundreds of them, and the casual audience doesn’t even notice. 

But the loyal fans – and I don’t mean us conspirators, I mean everyone who claims to love this show – feel cheated. They were robbed of explanations. 

You can’t go back to the beginning as if nothing matters and as if nothing happened.  You can’t rebuild and go back to the way things were.  There are too many things left unsaid, too many loose threads.  They can never go back.

But they did. Somehow. And that’s why the audience feels robbed.

There was no resolution.  There was no climax.  

And you wonder why so many people think there’s another episode coming out. It’s the only logical conclusion.  

bluebelladon  asked:

So i had an Idea but I can't think of anything past the concept (+ yr writing for this kinda thing is like 200% better than mine) but what if the Lads founded the Fake AH crew and recruited the gents?

Ooh that’s fun – i’ve seen versions where they were two little gangs who combined into the FAHC but the idea of the actual Fake’s starting as the Lads is definitely interesting.

There were a lot of names tossed around at the start; it’s the part of forming a crew no one really talks about, the vaguely embarrassing period of building an image, choosing a name, defining yourselves. Like band names there is a lot of bad before the good. Like band names ‘good’ is wildly subjective, particularly when determined by a pack of teenage boys. The humour behind ‘Fake Crew’ isn’t particularly high brow and not a single soul outside the original four Lads, including and especially their future members, have any idea at all what the AH could possibly stand for. Most think its mysterious, assume something clever or at least meaningful, but the shifty looks the boys shoot each other when pressed tell a different story.

Still, they’ve made something of a name for themselves in Los Santos – the FAHC, who pull off unbelievable stunts, who lack any semblance of respect, dangerous in the way of feral animals, of wildfire. In the foolhardy way of children, who care far more about making sure you hurt than they do about protecting themselves. It’s enough to keep other gangs wary, to buy themselves a little breathing room with reckless gestures and bared teeth, but not exactly the glory they are looking for. Not quite the trembling respect they’ve dreamed of.

For that, it seems, they’re going to have to think bigger, smarter. Be clever not just in the tricks they play and jobs they pull but in the way they twist their image, they way they recruit, build their crew. Just being more won’t do it, added thugs for the sake of numbers; it would take an astonishing amount to really match the size of some of their rivals and the Lads don’t exactly play nice with strangers. No, they have to be strategic, have to select a few choice additions who can help them rise, and after much discussion they settle on three names they’d like to pull in; Ramsey, Patillo and the Vagabond. Lofty goals to be sure, but then, delusions of grandeur or not, the Fake’s have always considered themselves to be rather magnificent.

Everyone who’s anyone knows about the Vagabond; none of them will admit it (Ray will admit it, Ray doesn’t give a fuck) but the Lads all have hearts in their eyes every time the Vagabond slinks around, all follow every rumour, gossip over every job. Something between hero worship and healthy respect, without any of the fear normal self-respecting individuals feel, is the perfect cocktail to have the four of them plotting outlandish ways to pull in the mercenary. Patillo has an incredibly solid reputation for someone with no real ties, invariably thought to be smart, dependable, one of the best drivers in the country and definitely not a woman to be trifled with. That she and Ramsey seem to have some kind of relationship, worked together back in the day and while going their separate ways don’t appear to have had any kind of blow up, will hopefully work in the Lads favour. Last, but certainly not least, there’s Geoff Ramsey; the rouge Rooster who’s been traversing the country, constantly on the move and pulling all kinds of jobs from hilariously wacky to darkly perverse. Maybe the Lads are looking a bit outside their paid grade but with Ramsey reportedly looking to build his own crew they can’t not try, not after realising that their crew is unfortunately in need of a proper leader.

Because none of the Lads are leaders, not really, especially not back then. They aren’t incapable, are clearly wildly talented and loyal enough to one another to defer a certain kind of leadership to whomever has the best idea or the most experience with whatever task they’re facing, but no one individual is capable of being the permanent boss. No one individual actually wants that role, not really, they’re all too young, too impulsive, too eager to abandon necessary goals at the drop of a hat.  

Ray, who has arguably the least interest in being the boss of all, is less leader than lone wolf; when he’s taking point a lot of his orders tend to involve stealth, hanging back while he picks off targets, only charging in when long-distance is no longer an option. Necessary for particular jobs, and it’s certainly not an easy task keeping the other three in line until it’s their turn to burst into action, but it’s not a method that works for every task.

Michael makes a magnificent leader, fierce and fearless and unwaveringly loyal, protective of his crew until the bitter end. He is, unfortunately, utterly devoid of tact, of the patience to put up with any kind of shenanigans from anyone he doesn’t personally like, the ability to create and maintain necessary relations with anyone outside his crew. Michael himself knows he makes a far better Lieutenant, busy with duties he actually cares about, walking the line between following orders with absolute obedience and unapologetically calling out anything he disagrees with, reliable and relentless in equal measure.

Jeremy is meticulous, when he’s in charge he plots and plans and double checks, the very image of the perfect boss except for one flaw; more often than not he’s easily swayed. Will put together the perfect stealth plan only to agree when Michael makes a convincing argument for the importance of rocket launchers, conduct an ideal heist until Gavin begs to go after something shiny or Ray inquires about abandoning the sensible get away car for hilarious motorised scooters.

When Gavin is on his game he is fucking glorious, a flashbang of reckless laughter and terrible ideas none of them can resist, the promise that come hell or hand-grenades they will all be going home with a story. When Gavin plays leader he needs a lot of faith, needs the others to trust in things that don’t seem remotely feasible, but the payoff is always worth it. Except for the days when his words are too sharp, his eyes too cold, when he wants nothing more than to pick a fight with the most dangerous crook in the room, to swagger around the LSPD’s station unmasked, jump from a plane without checking his parachute; dancing with death just to see if he can. If they’re not careful on those days, if they missed the clues, the rest of the Lads would follow him down, unable discern between Gavin’s usual absurd genius and those streaks of genuinely aimless apathy until they’re all careening towards destruction.

So, as grating as it seems, there is an undeniable argument for a permanent leader, someone to keep them all on course, to take the responsibilities they don’t want, someone who can captain their ship without trying to push them all overboard. Still, you can’t just walk up to one of these infamous criminals and hand them an invitation; selling yourself – your dream, your crew, your city – takes time, takes planning, so in the end the FAHC’s first recruitment isn’t even one of those big three.

It’s pure luck when Michael meets Lindsay; finds her twirling a nail-studded bat in the wreckage of a bar, sipping a cocktail like she hadn’t just caved a man’s head in, and really nothing on earth could have stopped Michael from offering her a place in the crew. From talking them up in a way he’d never really bother with normally, because honestly how could he not. It doesn’t take much to get the other three onboard, Lindsay was a perfect fit, a seamless addition, and with her the FAHC is unquestionably more efficient.

Strangely the Vagabond is actually far easier to get on board than any had anticipated. After they start actively seeking his attention Ryan can’t help but watch the Lads. Not because their jobs are impressive (they are, actually, but Ryan’s in high demand, so very many crews out there are impressive enough) but because they are endearing eager; nothing like the pathetic begging of so many others, no attempt to convince Ryan he should be desperate to work with them, just genuine enthusiasm to prove themselves worthy of his time. They’re funny, something akin to a pack of reckless puppies; certainly capable of outrageous damage but equally likely to trip over their own oversized paws in their excitement, and in this business Ryan really shouldn’t find it as charming as he does. They take to leaving him all kinds of gifts; generally intriguing , often amusing and near always utterly gruesome, and after a month or so of hanging around the city toying with them they manage to get a former Rooster onside to run the show and Ryan’s run out of reasons to say no.

Gavin’s the one they sent after Geoff, when the Lads decide they’re ready to try to bring the notoriously creative, fortuitously crew-seeking man into the FAHC. Gavin’s first approach, full of deferential respect playing to Ramsey’s ego, is a complete bust; Geoff thought he was sweet, called him kid, laughed in his face and sent him out the door with a crack about coming back when he was old enough to drive. The second approach involves pulling a full blown job on Ramsey, one that starts with the man unknowingly buying Gavin a supercar and ends with the priceless tailored suit he’s wearing being pinned to the wall with a nail gun, Gavin grinning away like a particularly bloodthirsty shark, and all of a sudden Geoff can’t say he isn’t tempted. Deigns to finally listen to the recruitment spiel, as though he’s got any other choice right now, and despite himself is quickly sold on the whole crew.

Jeremy goes out one day and comes back with a handful of people, some they’d been discussing as a group, some the others hadn’t heard of, but all perfectly capable of holding their own agains the Lad’s disgruntled dissent. Steffie, who takes a look at their set up, rolls her eyes, then pulls out her phone and starts making a list, talking dealers and bases and possible new hires. Trevor who immediately sets to soothing ruffled feathers, sidling up to Gavin and gushing about some ridiculous theft, questioning Michael about his preference in heavy weaponry, ignoring the way Ray is skulking around behind him. Matt they’d all agreed on, welcoming the chance to push off all computering nonsense onto someone else, and Mica assures them all that she’s got no interest in sticking around, will work contracts as requested but isn’t about the stationary crew life. In the end no blood is spilt, no tempers flare too badly, and Jeremy is reasonably sure he isn’t going to wake up with a gun to his temple, so all in all it goes pretty well.

The last missing piece, Jack, is actually tracked down by Ray in the end; he wanders off one day and comes back with a very amused woman in tow, decked out in a hideous Hawaiian shirt and driving an obscenely nice Lamborghini. Apparently after finding her, not particularly difficult considering she wasn’t trying to hide, Ray simply told Jack all about Geoff’s fumbling attempts to simultaneously familiarise himself with the mess that is Los Santos, integrate himself into, and begin to take control of, an already close-knit, functioning crew, and do it all while pretending he’s not at all rattled by the Lad’s unwavering fascination with the horrifically notorious assassin who insists on sticking a straw through his mask to pound down a truly irresponsible number of diet cokes. It took a while for her utterly joyous, completely uncontrollable laughter to die down, but when she finally calmed Jack immediately started packing.

#100daysofproductivity and #100studytips

STUDY TIP! THINK LIKE A TEACHER

So I tried to recreate the nerd teacher emoji and ended up with an egg-head with glasses and a bow-tie. Disclaimer: It is not the intention to portray all teachers as male nerdy egg-heads. Right, random comments aside. Here’s the tip…

Why would we ‘Think like a Teacher’.. and how does that even work.

1. CREATE TEACHER-TYPE QUESTIONS. When you’re studying a specific subject create as many probable questions that you may find in an exam, and as you do this ‘think like a teacher’. By doing this, you are hugely immersing yourself in the scope of the whole topic and looking at it from all angles. This preps you to learn the subject fully.

2. CREATE NOTES THAT ANSWER THOSE QUESTIONS. When you write your notes from the textbook, class or other sources, ensure that your notes are comprehensive enough to be able to answer the questions you created. You can even write your notes under specific questions. And go even further as to replicate an exam situation as you study by answering those questions fully without checking your notes. If you can do this without any issues, then you should be fairly prepared. 

3. IF YOU WERE THE TEACHER, WHAT WOULD YOU TEST ON. Try to crawl into your teacher’s head (that sounds weird, but you know what I mean), and really analyse what they would prioritise as the important aspects of the subject. Also try to recall what they emphasised in class, or what they repeated constantly. This would be a huge hint. 

4. RAISE YOUR STANDARD TO TEACHER STANDARDS. Be able to write and provide answers to questions as if you are an authority on the content, and simply raise your standard of knowledge of the content. Go beyond the scope of your teacher’s expectations, by reading and researching even more on the subject. The more you know, the more you will elevate your knowledge and standards. You can’t go wrong by doing this. You may even enjoy digging deeper into the subject matter. 

Hope this helps!! 

Misha HousCon 2017 Panel Summary

Misha just came on stage and everyone held up #IwishForThis signs and he said he was going to cry.

He’s wearing a #IwishforThis button.

About Cas’ speech in first blood: Misha said he was really tired, had been up all night, and the pain in cas’ face was his real pain. Cas‘ scene was true heroism and Misha was excited to play a big scene like that.

Misha on that emotional end scene in first blood: “Well I had to fart.”

Misha made up his favourite line: „He who hesitates disintegrates“. Other fave is „I learned that from the pizza guy.“

Misha worked as a pizza delivery man.

His kids love pineapple pizza.

Misha says as the person who knows him the best, he can say Cas is always trying to do the right thing.

Is anything ever going to work out for Cas. Misha: “Spoiler. No.” Nothing will ever turn out right for Cas despite his best intentions.

Misha’s response to torture on set is laughter.

When SPN wraps Misha will be in assisted living. And he doesn’t know when that will be and what he’ll do.

Misha says that Jared is the girliest on the cast. “He has the longest hair and the largest breasts, so…”

Misha’s favourite thing to do in the entire world: “I’m not supposed to talk about that.”

Misha thinks we need more listening and less talking in this country

Misha wants to do politics and then maybe architect and now he doesn’t know what he wants to be when he grows up.

Misha says he’s a terrible knitter. But he can make a pair of socks.

Misha had a terrible time at college. So, he took a year off and came back energized. His tips for college: Take a year off.

“Trying to make lemons out of lemonade”

If Misha could be a Disney princess, he would be Snow White. He says to a young fan: “Let’s run away and be Disney Princesses together!”

Misha: “At one new school my mom sent me in cowboy boots and pink tights. Which I thought was awesome”

Misha “I am shy and introverted. But I’m in an environment that forces me out of it”

“Enjoy where you are now. Being shy gives you a chance to have a fertile imagination.”

Misha once carried a huge burlap bag of yarn, which he was planning to sell, from Nepal all across the world – on his head. People were like, put it down man, and he was like “No, we’re gonna make a million dollars. When he got home he was full of sticks and dung.

Misha: “Jared and I were good at words with friends. We bet $10 a point and he blew me out of the water. When I finished weeping I dumped what I owed in his trailer. In nickels and pennies.


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its always the person who you won’t think will ever hurt you that always does and its always the best friend thats “forever” that ends up being the one whose not.
Nothing is fucking predictable, and you can’t predict anyones intentions in your life, you can only live through them. And these past couple weeks I’ve been feeling so damn alone, I seem to forget that I am surrounded by people.
All I can do is replay every single word you’ve said to me over and over again, and I still feel the same way I did, when I first heard those words.
And I can’t make sense of anything anymore. Everything that I thought made sense, stopped and everything that I thought I knew turned into everything that I didn’t know at all.
I used to think that we were forever. I mean, we’ve been through worse, and we were still side by side after it all and now nothing has even happened, we just stopped telling each other everything and then we just stopped telling each other anything at all, and then before i could even make sense of it, there was so much distance between us that there was nothing to reach for anymore. Your so far away, and there is no point in reaching over anymore because we are not the same people we used to be.
I used to think that when somebody said they loved you they’ll love you forever. i used to think loving someone was something that would never go away. the words “I love you” were so raw for me, but none of that makes sense anymore because the truth is, people lie.
Sometimes “i love you” is just a lie, and sometimes its not. But when do you know when its real?
the answer is, you dont.. and sometimes someone will love you one day and then completely ignore you the next for no reason at all.
nothing about anything makes sense anymore. people are here one day, their gone the next. sometimes you don’t even get a reason, you just get to stay up night after night wondering where the fuck did it all go wrong?
and it just doesn’t make sense. nothing makes sense, and I don’t know how to take in the fact that, there are no reasons for why things happen, and sometimes you get no reason to why someone just stops loving you and stops being there for you. You just get to live through it.
—  We used to stay up on the phone talking for hours, now I cant even get a text back.