i know i could be more clever

You know, if I could change ONE thing about Moffat’s Doctor Who run, just one thing that I think would honestly make it more watchable (though certainly not save it completely) 

-Do not make River Song and Melody Pond the same person. 

Like, I know Moffat thinks that this twist was really clever. But it’s not.

River Song: Badass time traveler who meets the Doctor out of order and they have a flirty, whirlwind romance? Really fun idea.

Melody Pond: The child of his companions, stolen in infancy, raised to be an assassin? Maybe a little harder to sell, but has potential to be a real sympathetic antagonist. 

But meshing them into the same person? Totally defangs Melody’s potential as an antagonist AND makes River’s romance weird and gross. 

But I guess having more than 2 recurring female characters in the cast wouldn’t have been wibbly wobbly enough for DipShit McGee. 

46 Quotes from David John Tennant ❤️❤️:

1. “I see nothing wrong with having an unhealthy obsession with something.”

2. “If they find what they expect, the physicists will party, if not, the physicists will party anyway, physicists are odd like that.”

3. “The audience is the final cast member.”

4. “I was still just the wee boy frae Paisley.”

5. “When you think about it, many aspects of how we look, the way we act…” [looks in mirror] “Or my insufferable vanity, are determined genetically.”

6. [while nuzzling the fur of Arthur the horse, which he is severely allergic to] “Are you going to be my friend?”

7. “Science is as much the pursuit of beauty as it is the pursuit of truth.”

8. “How long can you keep smiling?”

9. “The Doctor is based on who I would be if I had more confidence and didn’t care so much about what people think.”

10. “It’s time to positively rebellious and rebelliously positive.”

11. “I’m only looking at the twinkle of their soul in the starlight.”

12. “I suppose It’s only boring if you don’t have a washing machine.”

13. “Everything’s scripted! The air molecules are scripted!”

14. “We’re just matter. We can dream of flying across the universe, but what it comes down to is just a hunk of bone… The trouble with a cliché is that it loses its meaning.”

15. “But I wasn’t talking to myself. I was making up stories.”

16. “Everyone everywhere has the right to be happy and free… There are so many of us humans squeezing onto this wee planet and there’s no TARDIS coming to spirit us away. We have to look out for each other.”

17. “If I had to be stuck in a parallel universe with one fandom it would be the Doctor Who fans. I think they’re the cleverest. Quickest wits in the internet.”

18. “Sometimes I’m haunted by it, sometimes I’m enlivened by it, sometimes it weighs me down, and other times it’s like a drug and I can’t wait for the next sniff.”

19. “85.3 percent of actors are down-to-earth and reasonable.”

20. “You have to be careful with Shakespeare, because people tend to know it.”

21. “Some of my earliest memories are of being tucked up in bed while mum or dad read to me.“

22. "I have no real ambitions, just to live and fulfill myself, whatever that means.”

23. [about falling down on set all the time] “I would always get up and keep going, but nobody else would.”

24. “I don’t think anyone that is perceived as a villain sees themself as a villain.”

25. “A perfect idea, I suppose, it fires the imagination in such a particular way. Something to do with the fantastic and the futuristic coming together. The TARDIS is the most extraordinary vehicle you could imagine and it’s wrapped up in a scruffy blue phone box. The Doctor is the most clever, extraordinary being, and yet he is scrappy and anarchic. There is something more identifiable with the geek hero. We have to accept that somethings are sprinkled with fairy dust and we won’t know why.”

26. “If you could isolate the elements that turn something into gold you would be an alchemist, wouldn’t you?”

27. “A long table scattered with scripts, water bottles, and paper name plates stretched the whole length of the room. What felt like hundreds of people milled about expectantly, chatting, checking Blackberries, casting sideways glances as I tried to keep breathing and affect an air of insouciant calm.”

28. “In a suburban house in Paisley, a wee boy was sticky-taping his oft-snapped spectacles back together. He couldn’t remember a time when they hadn’t been augmented with at least one area of peeling sellotape.”

29. “I’ve always seen theatre as my natural mode of being.”

30. “I love you all passionately… And possibly carnally.”

31. “I would get to the point where I was rehearsing what I was going to say next: ‘excuse me, ladies and gentlemen, terribly sorry, but I need to go throw up in the dressing room.’”

32. “I’ve chosen to follow my own spirit.”

33. “Shakespeare’s plots and characters are catnip to actors… It sings to us.”

34. “I’ve been to lots of alien planets. You’d be surprised how many of them look like quarries in Wales.”

35. “There is quite a lot of science in Doctor Who, some accurate science, some of it quite elevated, and some of it that’s completely made up.”

36. “I’m always chasing the script that I need to be worthy of.”

37. “I would wander around, pretending to be all the characters. My parents would tell lots of stories of me wandering around the garden, talking to myself.”

38. “I was the one delivering flowers for people who were in actual relationships with actual human beings.”

39. “He’s cleverer than me, he’s quicker witted than I am, he’s more intelligent than me, he’s a better sword fighter than I am… I like to think I have at least a twinkle of all those qualities.”

40. “It’s difficult to describe your own personality… Happy, mostly, maybe a bit bewildered.”

41. “Suddenly, and quite without warning, there was a rupture in the fabric of space and time.”

42. “I thought that would be a very witty and expedient way to exit the room.”

43. “Other hair products are available.”

44. “I always get worried when adults say children don’t understand the difference between reality and fiction, because they do understand.”

45. “Hopefully I’m not as pathetic as I think I am at four in the morning.”

46. “A dream, while it’s happening, is as real and valid an experience as anything else. Until it stops.”

You Love Me Really - Peter Parker

Originally posted by spideycentral

Warnings: None

Words: 556

A/N: Just a short one people :)

“You are an absolute IDIOT!” You said storming into Peter’s room.

He was sitting on his bed with ice held up to his face and he looked at you innocently.

“Oh don’t look like that!” You continued. “Do you understand how worried I’ve been!? A week a ago I was told that my best friend was Spiderman! Which naturally increased my concern for them because death is permanent, Peter, do you understand that? People are out to kill you!”

Peter just pursed his lips and continued to stare at you.

“So when I hear, not from him may I add, that he is going to Germany with Tony Stark then I put two and two together and realise that he must have a death wish because he could have got killed! The Avengers are dangerous! That’s their job - to kill things! So when I hear that you are fighting half of them I can’t even believe it! What happened to the clever Peter Parker, huh?”

You waited for Peter to say something, but like before you got nothing. You sighed.

“Who gave you that?” You asked in a more calmer tone pointing to his black eye.

“Captain America.”

“Great.” You said sarcastically, sighing. “I hate you. ”

“You love me really.” Peter said.

You shot him a look.

“Do you know how worried I’ve been? And I haven’t been able to tell your Aunt exactly what you were doing because then I would have to tell her you are fricking Spiderman, Peter! And I can’t do that to you.”

“I’m sorry.” He said sincerely. You could tell by how he was looking at you that he was.

“Okay I’m done and sorry too.” You said closing your rant. You moved to sit on the edge of Peter’s bed.

“I am fine really.” Peter justified. “And they would not have killed me. They weren’t out to kill each other.”

It was your turn not to say anything now.

“Are you hurt anywhere else?”

“Not really.”

“You are an idiot though.” You said laughing lightly.

Peter smirked.

“So what exactly happened?” You asked.

Peter started to relay the events to you: who was there, who was on what team and why, who fought who etc.

“Don’t think I’m not proud of you though.” You said after Peter had finished.

“Proud? Why?”

“Well Tony Stark clearly needed your help and you were able to hold your own, yes?”

“I guess I did.” Peter said sitting up a little straighter.

You laughed softly.

“Of course you did tough guy.” You said and kissed him on the cheek. Instantly you stood up and crossed the room to the door.

You grinned as you opened the door and watched Peter just stare at you in surprise.

You poked your head round the door to say, “You still owe me one though. Don’t forget that.”

You winked and left, leaving Peter Parker speechless behind you.


Beauty and the Beast (Remake) Review

This is going to be a spoiler free review, so I won’t be able to go into too much detail, but let me give you a short preview of what I feel about the movie: It was utterly and undeniably magical!

I just left the cinema and instantly made my way home and to my laptop to write all this down so I would not forget a single thing I wanted to share with you guys, because let me tell you there is so much to say about this movie and all of it is good. Over the past couple of weeks I have seen so much negativity surround this movie, so many people threatening to boycott yet another movie they haven’t seen on the sheer basis that a character was supposedly gay and once more mistreated for it.

I write this to share with everyone willing to read just what an amazing experience it was watching this movie. I want to preface the following review by saying that both my best friend and I are not overly emotional people. Neither of us cry at the drop of a pin, especially not in the cinema. Yet in the matter of ten minutes both me and my friend had our first tears in our eyes. I say first, because the movie takes you on quite the emotional ride and it is magnificent. Now, I’m no professional, but I’d consider my opinion rather objective and trustworthy. Of course, I’d suggest you go see the movie yourself nevertheless.

Let me begin with the basics such as scenery, music and cast. The scenery was quite literally breathtaking. The second Emma Watson stepped out of her little home in that little village of France you are there with Belle. I had the pleasure to watch the movie in 3D IMAX and it was absolutely worth it. I’d recommend for anyone to pay those extra bucks, because I feel it really added to the tone of the movie.

While the CGI was certainly visible at times and slightly over the top for my taste here and there the overall feel of the movie is not damaged by it at all. Wherever the movie takes you, it seems real despite of it. The camera work is to thank for it as well, as it really helps to set a specific tone. All in all the movie does great in making you feel a certain emotion at the appropriate time by using all the means they are given to do so; including the sets and the way the camera is handled.

The music and especially the musical numbers were quite mesmerizing. Amongst the familiar classics like Beauty and the Beast itself the movie offered some new pieces as well. Especially one towards the end – sung by Dan Stevens as the Beast – caught my attention and heart in particular. They use the songs not only to entertain, but also to convey emotions and a deep insight into the characters themselves. Some performances I liked better than others – I was disappointed by the audible autotune used on Emma Watson herself – but overall the numbers were all equally entertaining.

As for the cast I have to admit I had my doubts. I was especially worried about Josh Gad as Le Fou as I’ve gotten to know him as a pretty poor comedic actor. I say poor as most jokes are at the expense of him and his weight rather than made by him. After watching the movie I can say that I could not be more pleased with the casting, even Josh Gad. I was honestly surprised as to how well he handled the role and happy to see him take on a more serious side. Of course he was still funny, but this time the humour wasn’t at his expense, but rather due to his wit and clever sarcasm.

Now I want to tackle the characters, specifically taking the accusations into account, and talk about how the movie performs in comparison to the old classic we all know and love. While a lot of the original story has remained untouched and recognizable, there still have been quite a few tweaks and they were for the better. They made the story more understandable, the characters more memorable and real. I am happy to note that the characters are granted a new depth they were lacking in the original. Thanks to that the story is much better fitting for our time, age and new audience.

Gaston I was especially pleased with, for multiple reasons. Towards the beginning of the movie I found him to be rather charming which was a clever move to make. It only made him seem worse when finally his facade dropped later on the movie. It makes you truly detest his character and therefor the movie managed to create a good villain in him. Despite being the bad guy, however, his relationship towards Le Fou is in no way hateful. In fact, their friendship is one I considered to be one of the most interesting in the entire movie!

As for Le Fou, I dare say he was one of my favourite characters. Contrary to his original counterpart he is in no way a fool. In fact, he is the one keeping Gaston in check, knowing his best friends behaviour, trying to keep him in line while simultaneously taking his jabs and making fun of him as well. Compared to the original, their relationship is much more equal and lighthearted. Gaston is still the dreamy guy everyone is into, but he doesn’t treat Le Fou as a peace of shit for it. In fact, despite his obviously homoerotic undertones, even towards Gaston, the latter never once ridicules him for it. Not only that, but Le Fou undergoes great character growth over the course of the movie and it was a pleasure to watch.

As for the Beauty and the Beast themselves, there is not too much to say. The characters themselves weren’t changed too much and yet there was still a fresh air about them. It’s hard to explain without giving too much away. However, I can say that both of them are obviously flawed and both of them undergo a growth as well. Not only the Beast but Belle too. Instead of brushing their flaws off once the plots wants them to be in love they are openly addressed and worked on. Both parties realize their mistakes and even admit to them. It certainly was a nice, little change and I happily watched their relationship develop step by step.

As for a direct comparison of the original to the new one I can say without doubt and guilt that the new movie is better. A lot of the flaws of the original – whether due to ignorance or because of the time it was created it – were taken care off in this movie. The Stockholm Syndrome people accuse the original of is handled better and I say this with a particular conversation in mind that directly addresses the issue of freedom there is for Belle. The movie also works much better in establishing the character, their relationships and especially their pasts. You get to know more about Belle and the Beast that give you a better insight into them and explain, to a certain extend, why their relationship develops the way it does.

So, in conclusion, the movie does great in sweeping you away into a beautiful, magical world. It has a great tone, the music is catchy, the scenery is breathtaking and it hits home in just the right places. While the original was beautiful and unique to experience and is an irreplaceable part of many childhoods, it was extremely flawed. While it isn’t to say that this version is not flawed – it undeniably is – the new Beauty and the Beast managed to give you nostalgia without making the same mistakes as its predecessor. It adds a new depth and strength to our already beloved characters that make me happy in the sense of knowing that another generation will grow up with a better version of our childhood heroes.

I know you guys are probably tired of hearing this but I’m honestly so fascinated by every possible iteration of Prokopenko’s story. He barely shows up in The Dream Thieves and yet Kavinsky calling him his favorite forgery is so compelling?

And I don’t mean that in a “let’s dissect the word favorite” way. I mean, Kavinsky is desperately trying to get Ronan’s attention. He’s baiting Ronan, trying to get any response, and he settles on something so bizarre we can only assume it’s true. And it’s clever. Kavinsky doesn’t say “I forged a person”. He chooses to phrase it in a way that practically demands a response. Proko? Proko’s your favorite forgery?

Of course, Ronan doesn’t respond and we never get a confirmation on Proko’s story. For all we know, Kavinsky could have been lying and Proko is as human as they come and the crash put him into a coma and Ronan never cared to follow up. For all we know, Kavinsky could have shot him and remade him and I don’t care because I am so much more interested in knowing why and how Joseph Kavinsky was able to recreate a human being so well passing acquaintances couldn’t tell the difference.

I mean, I know I’m showing my colors as someone obsessed with minor characters but The Dream Thieves hints at this incredible backstory and I don’t know why more people aren’t interested in knowing it.

anonymous asked:

I liked the houses as Ron quotes. Would you mind doing the same but with Hermione's quotes?


“Books! And cleverness! There are more important things — friendship and bravery and — oh Harry — be careful!”  


“This sort of thing is exactly what Dumbledore was talking about. You-Know-Who’s only been back two months, and we’ve started fighting among ourselves. And the Sorting Hat’s warning was the same — stand together, be united.” 


“I mean, you could claim that anything’s real if the only basis for believing in it is that nobody’s proved it doesn’t exist!”


“Yes, Harry, but all the same, there’s no point pretending that you’re not good at Defense Against the Dark Arts, because you are. You were the only person last year who could throw off the Imperius Curse completely, you can produce a Patronus, you can do all sorts of stuff that full-grown wizards can’t.” 

Rumors [Part 1]

BTS x EXO x NCT x Reader

Genre: Mafia AU

Word Count: 2,075

A/N 1: This is a story from a one shot I wrote a long time ago. You can check it out here, if you want to.

Originally posted by t-yong

You sipped your drink and it made you frown. The drink was quite bitter but you still preferred it this way, rather than sweet. You were sitting at the bar again, relaxing music was playing in the background. You liked spending your weekend or day off evenings here. After all you didn’t really have any friends as most of the people who know you are scared of you. You are aware that some rumors are spreading around about you but you don’t care. You know that they probably started because people were jealous. You are smart, rich enough to not work and didn’t have any family that they know of and therefore lived alone. You didn’t like talking and sharing information about yourself  to others, so they started speculating where you got all that money from. It’s none of their business, so you just ignored the rumors and distanced yourself from everyone, it’s better this way, other people are just a burden, you preferred being alone.

“What is a lovely girl like you doing here alone?”

You turned around to see who was trying to flirt with you this time. Things like that always happened. While most of the time you refused their offers to buy you a drink, sometimes, depending on your mood you enjoyed trying out your persuasive skills on them. And today was one of these days. The man behind you was handsome to say the least, he had short brown hair and was wearing a grey sweater with black ripped jeans and brown combat boots but when your eyes met his dark brown ones you immediately sensed that he is not an ordinary guy and if your hunch was right that meant trouble for you again. But you were interested and decided to just roll with it.

“Mind if I join you?”

“Sure.” you said as you turned around on your chair to face the bar again.

“That’s a pretty cheesy line to start a conversation.”

He was not expecting you to say that and you could swear you saw him blush a little.

“I know right!” he exclaimed. “I was thinking all evening what to say when I approach you but all the clever words just escaped my mind when I finally did.”

“How cute.” you replied, trying not to sound sassy. But to your surprise he just laughed.

“So can I buy you a drink?”

“Go ahead.”

After ordering the drinks he leaned on the counter and turned to face you.

“So. I’m asking this one more time, what are you doing here alone?”

This time however you noticed how for a second his look became really serious. He had this presence around him that you just couldn’t fight his look and answered him.

“Just drinking.” maybe he was satisfied with your answer or maybe it was just your imagination but somehow the atmosphere became less tense and after a few more drinks you actually relaxed and started talking about all kind of different things. You were actually having a good time but you still didn’t trust him completely so you kept your guard up. After you started getting a little bit tipsy you decided it was enough and that it’s time to go home.

“Should I call you a taxi?” he asked.

“No thanks. After a night out I prefer walking.”

“Can I take you home then?”

You stopped to think things over. You didn’t want him to know where you lived even though he seemed like a good guy and you actually enjoyed his company. You checked your thigh, your small dagger was still there and you decided to give it a shot and just ditch him if anything came up.

“I guess you can.”

He helped you put your coat on and you both exited the bar heading in the direction your home was. You knew this part of the city like the back of your hand so your turned corners and alleys to reach your destination faster. You could you see on his face that he was surprised how good you are at maneuvering around the city and you just laughed to that. Now that you think about it you never once asked if he was local. When you turned another corner expecting to finally reach the park you came to a halt. Two black classy suits wearing male figures were leaning at the gate. You did not expect to meet anybody at this hour so decided to just ignore and quickly go past them but as you started walking the two figures pushed themselves off the gate and headed in your direction.

“Taeyong-ah! We know it’s you!” the taller one of the men shouted.

As you were turning around to look at him you felt how Taeyong grabbed you by your arm and pulled you closer.

“What do you think you’re doing?” you asked trying to pry off his arm. You looked up and saw how serious his face has become.

“What are you doing in our territory?” the other man asked.

“Since when is this your territory?” Taeyong replied.

“Since when we took it back.”

“What are you all blabbing about. This is a city. This is no one’s territory.” you stepped in finally free from Taeyong’s grasp.

“Oh you have a brave one there.”

“Shut up, Chanyeol.”

You glanced between Taeyong and the other two. So they know each other and your hunch was right, you could practically smell trouble.

“Well you can deal with your shit on your own, I want no part in this” you stated and approached the men, evading Taeyong as he tried to grab you again. As you stepped under one of the street lights you saw how the one called Chanyeol froze in his tracks.

“It’s you.” he said.

You didn’t even have time to react as they quickly came up to you and the other man seized your shoulder and almost dragged you in the direction you came from. He stopped midway and grabbed your thigh.

“I will take this.” he said, pulling out your dagger from under your dress. “Knew you would have one.”

“How did you-” you wanted to ask but were interrupted.

“Where did you find her, Taeyong?”

“Let her go, she has nothing to do with this.”

You were now in the middle of the three men and didn’t know what to do. You checked around to see any escape routes but his grip on you was strong and no way would you be able to get away from them as you already witnessed how fast they are.

“Oh I think she does, you are not the type to trespass if nothing is going on.”

You saw Taeyong pull a knife out of his jacket pocket and were surprised you didn’t see it before.

“Ready to fight? So something really must be going on. Hold her.” the man passed you over to the one called Chanyeol.

“Are you really in a good shape to fight? Let me do it, Baekhyun, it will be just like in the good old days.” Chanyeol said as a big smirk spread on his face.

“No, I’m good. I hadn’t fought him in a long time as well.” Baekhyun replied taking his jacket off and getting into a fighting stance.

At this point you had no idea what’s going on.  

“This is going to be good, just watch.” a shiver went down your spine as Chanyeol whispered in your ear.

“Hey!” a voice came from behind you. You glanced back and saw a mint haired man standing at the entrance of the park.

“Oh shit, it’s Yoongi.” Chanyeol said and you felt how his grip loosened and you tried to use this opportunity to escape but he quickly grabbed you again.

“Not so fast darling. Baekhyun, what do we do?” he turned to Baekhyun who know had Taeyong pressed on the ground. When did that happen? You saw Taeyong looking at you with worried eyes.

“We talk.” Baekhyun replied.

“What’s going on over here?” the one called Yoongi asked, getting closer.

“Just some friendly chit chat.”

“Doesn’t look like that to me.”

“It’s not can’t-“ you started talking but were soon shushed by Chanyeol who covered your mouth with his hand.

“I think you are in the wrong part of the city, am I right?” Yoongi asked.

“Are we now?” Baekhyun replied. “I thought we agreed this is a neutral territory now.”

“I never agreed to that. Besides that meeting was 2 weeks ago, times change.”

“Well we wouldn’t like to start any trouble now, would we?” Chanyeol asked.

“I think you already have.” Yoongi said and looked at you. “Why do you have her?”

Great. It seems that everybody knows you but you still have no idea who these people are.

“She’s our responsibility.” Chanyeol told him.

“Is she now?” Yoongi asked. “Then you didn’t take care of her enough if the whole city’s gangs are looking for her.”

They what now. You wanted to ask what the fuck is going on but remembered that Chanyeol’s hand was still on your mouth.

“I think you should go.”

“Maybe we will.” Baekhyun replied picking Taeyong up, your eyes meeting his as Baekhyun shoved him in the direction of sleek black car. Chanyeol grabbed you by the arm and started walking towards the car as well.

“What do you think you’re doing? I have no intentions of coming with you.” you quickly stated.

“You heard the lady.” Yoongi said.

You saw how Chanyeol and Baekhyun glanced at each other, seemingly communicating only with their eyes. Baekhyun nooded and Chanyeol let you go.

“Suit yourself.” he said. You didn’t expect it to go this smoothly so as he pushed you away from him you tripped on your own leg and fell down on the ground. You just sat there on the pavement wondering what happened as Chanyeol got behind the car’s wheel and sped way.

“You good?” Yoongi asked, giving you his hand.

“Yes.” you replied harshly standing up, ignoring his help.

“Okay then.”

You two continued to stare at each other for a while, now you could see that he was dressed pretty casually, he had a leather jacket, plain shirt and suspenders on and you could swear that you know him from somewhere but instead asked the question that’s been bugging you since the encounter.

“Where do you know me from?”

“I don’t.”

“It didn’t sound to me like you were bluffing.”

“Maybe I’m really good at it or maybe you should mind your own business.”

“If it concerns me then it is my business.”

Yoongi sighed and fell silent. You didn’t feel like talking to him either. It was finally time to go home. You turned around and headed towards the park. You stopped at the gate to look back at the man, you now realise, had actually saved you.

“Thank you.” you say unwillingly. You hadn’t said these words sincerely in a long time.

“What? I didn’t hear you!” Yoongi shouted.

“I said thank you, you idiot.”

Another silence. You stood there waiting.

“Just gonna leave me hanging like that? I said I was thankful.”

“Yeah, I heard you.” you saw a small smile appear on his lips. “No problem.”

Now was your time to sigh. That’s why you don’t like talking to people you thought but actually found this whole evening very intriguing, what happened to Taeyong? Who are those people? So many questions but you were so tired you just wanted to take a warm bath and go to bed. Oh and that smartass took your dagger, it was one of your favourite as well. You will have to find answers tomorrow, so you finally enter the park and head in the direction of your house.


Yoongi watched you disappear behind the trees.

“No problem. Yet.” he thought.

He took out his phone and quickly scrolled through his phone book to find a number. After a few beeps a man on the opposite side of the line picked up.

“She’s heading your way. I ran into some trouble so I wasn’t able to stall her longer. Be quick with whatever you guys are doing and get out.” Yoongi commanded and hung up. He looked up. The night sky was beautiful. Staring at it for too long made him sleepy, what a shame he had to take care of a few more things.

A/N 2: I had this in my drafts for ages now, I don’t even remember what I wanted to write in part 2 😂 Anyhow, I also write scenarios, reactions and stuff like that, so feel free to request 😃

insecurities ( a danisnotonfire smut)

fic for my dear chubby anon and anyone who has ever felt insecure about their weight being too much or anything like that . Throughout this fic I had shape of you by ed sheersn stuck in my head sdjkjkds. Also every time I type the words “pussy” and “clit” and “coc” I have to stop writing for a second and cringe really hard :))))

Are you ready yet?” Dan called from behind the door. You both were preparing to go for a YouTube party dan had been invited to and you’d saved up a lot of money to buy a dress you fell in love with while shopping, but as you stood in the bathroom actually wearing said dress, you felt like you had made a horrible mistake. It didn’t seem to fit how you imagined it to, and didn’t highlight the curves you wanted. You stared at the mirror, vision blurring as your eyes brimmed with tears.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” Dan said as he opened the bathroom door slightly, poking his head in. When he saw you were crying, he opened the door fully and stepped in.

“What’s wrong baby?” He asked, his eyes full of concern. He came closer to you, snaking an arm around your waist and pulling you against his front, placing his head on top of yours.

“I don’t think I want to go to the party anymore” you began, taking in a shaky breath. “I um- I don’t feel so well”

“That’s okay, we can just stay home. But why are you crying?” He questioned, turning you around to face him.

You stayed quiet for a second, not knowing what to say. You closed your eyes so you wouldn’t have to look in his big brown eyes. “Why are you even with me?” You finally asked, opening your eyes again.

“What?” he replied, his eyebrows shooting up in confusion. “Because I love you. Why would you even doubt that?”

“I don’t know” you answered, sighing. “It’s just… you’re such a great person. You could get any girl you want. Someone prettier, smarter, friendlier, thinner-”

“Is that what this is about?” He interrupted, looking even more surprised. “You’d think I’d pick someone over you just because they’re thinner?”

“I wouldn’t blame you, to be honest. I don’t get it. How can you love this?” You said, gesturing to your reflection in the mirror.

“Because you’re funny” he began, taking a step closer to you and holding your waist. “and interesting, and clever and cute” he continued, kissing your forehead. “You’re not pretty, your fucking beautiful”

He tilted his head down and connected his lips with yours, kissing you tenderly. You kissed him back just as softly, running your hands through his dark brown hair and tracing a finger down the nape of his neck which made him shiver. He bit on your lip before pulling away from the kiss. He trailed his kisses down your cheek and your jaw, sucking lightly on the skin there. By the time he got to your collarbones, you were a moaning mess. “Sh, I’m going to show you just how much I love every inch of you” he whispered against your skin before continuing his venture down your body. He kissed your cleavage lightly, before reaching behind you and pulling the zip down.

It felt weird to be the one being worshipped like this. Usually, you enjoyed pleasing the fuck out of Dan but you had to admit, it was amazing switching roles.

He gently pushed the sleeves of the dress down your shoulders so it dropped to your ankles, revealing the special lingerie you had bought just for the dress. “Fuck, you’re so hot” he breathed out, eying you up and down. “I don’t understand how you could think you are anything less than perfect”

He leant in again to the cleavage the bra exposed and left a trail of kisses from your torsos to your belly button, going on his knees. You were feeling impatient now. It took everything in you not to grab him by the shirt and ride him into the sunset. But Dan had other ideas. He placed another gentle kiss on the panties you were wearing, before pulling them down with both hands. “You’re so perfect” he said, admiring your pussy. He looked up at you, making eye contact as he licked from your entrance to your clit. It was exactly what you wanted and you couldn’t help but let out a content moan.

Dan smiled at this, before backing away. "I want to try something” he declared, holding your hand and leading you to the bedroom. He lay on the bed and beckoned you to come closer. You obeyed, straddling his jean clad lap but this didn’t seem to be enough for him. He pulled you towards his face until you wre hovering over his mouth. "Dan! I’m going to smother you” you warned, feeling the urge to leave again.

“No you won’t. Besides, it would be an honour for me to die with my fave in between your gorgeous legs” he said, before yanking your hips with his large hands.

All of a sudden, his mouth was everywhere at once and his tongue was working wonders on areas you didn’t even know were pressure points. You are an absolute mess over him, but he seemed to be enjoying your distress. You looked down at him , watching as he ate you out like an animal, desperately trying to get you off. You were so close, so incredibly fucking close, but you didn’t even have the energy to warn him. Subconsciously, you began to gently rock backwards and forwards on Dan’s mouth. It was all too much. Just one more lick, one more kiss and you’d be done for.

Dan groaned against your core which sent vibrations everywhere and before you knew it, you were coming on your boyfriend’s face. He finally loss ends his grip on your hips and you scooted off him, grinning sheepishly. “That was amazing” you said, unbuttoning his jeans. “Now it’s time to repay you”

“No, y/n. Tonight it’s all about you” he said, taking your hands away from his belt buckle. You watched as he took of his jeans himself, the obvious erection making you cross your legs in anticipation. He pulled his member out of his boxers, stroking it a few times before lining himself up with you. “I’d only ever want to do this with you, y/n. You’ve got me head over heels in love with you”

With that, he pushed inside you, making you yell out from your sensitivity. He didn’t give you time to adjust as he started a steady rhythms of thrusts, rocking his body against yours.“Fuck, you’re so t-tight” he stutters, eyes closed in euphoria. You moaned in response, nails scraping down his back. You were both incredibly close, you because of your sensitivity and him because he had been turned on for so long.

“Dan- fuck!- I’m close again” you managed to say, breath coming out in uneven pants.

“Don’t cum until I say so” he instructed, getting a bit of his dominance back. You whimpered at his words, trying your hardest not to explode over him.

“Fuck! Okay let go, princess” he whispered. Without hesitation you came hard, this time stronger than last time. He came with you, face buried into your neck. After you both caught your breaths again, he rolled over beside you and held you close. “Repeat after me: "I am perfect just the way I am” he ordered, nuzzling into your neck.

“I’m not saying that” you replied, rolling your eyes at him. You felt him bite at your neck, which made you giggle. “Alright, alright, I am perfect just the way I am”

You felt him smile against your neck. “You better believe that, okay? I wouldn’t want you any other way”

You drifted to sleep with these words ringing in your ears and his strong arms around you, making you feel protected, safe. Making you feel like maybe everything was going to be okay.

Mofftiss’ Masterpiece

(Or: How The Watson’s Marriage Was Done So Right, It Hurts - A Johnlock Perspective)

When Mary was first introduced into the show, we very graciously welcomed her into our hearts, trusting that the writers had some kind of plan. We knew that they were facing the difficult task of staying true to canon while further developing the relationship arc between John and Sherlock. Not an easy feat, but we had faith: Eventually, we would see Mary’s true colours, John would return to Baker Street - all would be well.

But, alas, it did not happen. And the fandom was flabbergasted. What were Mofftiss playing at? However, there are actually two really good reasons for doing what they did:

One, you can’t just turn one of the very few original female characters into something negative. I mean you can, but I really don’t think Mofftiss wanted to. Two, there was a much, much more beautiful route. And Mofftiss took it. 

Because what do you do, when you can’t make a character lovable due to the risk of heteronormativity, and you can’t make her unlovable due to risk of misogyny? The answer is: You make her awesome. You make her the best, most brilliant hero ever. And then you let her make a really strong case in point: No one can compete with Sherlock Holmes. 

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Have some Cherik Emma AU, in which Charles has invested a great deal of time in (successfully) getting Raven excited for the attentions of the respectable Mr. Azazel, a much better match for her than bumpkin country doctor Henry McCoy, only to find that he might have miscalculated somewhat.

A lightly alpha/omega universe, mostly because much of Regency culture stops making sense without strict gender divides of some sort.


Charles wasn’t sure how he’d ended up alone in a carriage with Mr. Azazel; it was quite improper for him to ride unsupervised in the company of an unattached alpha. He could only blame the chaotic shuffling about as they all hurried to leave the party before the snow trapped them there. Charles longed for solitude, but that being impossible, he would have chosen to ride in a more crowded carriage rather than find himself here. He could not be entirely comfortable in Mr. Azazel’s company after the man’s bizarre and uncharacteristic behavior tonight. How could the man be so uncaring toward the welfare of one whom he was courting? Not that he had done anything to harm Raven, of course—Raven was not here to be harmed—but that was the very problem. Raven was sick at home, and Mr. Azazel had not appeared to care at all.

“What a lovely party,” Charles said, and, making one last effort to let Mr. Azazel return to normal, added, “It is such a shame Miss Darkholme could not attend.”

“I would have been sorry if she had,” Mr. Azazel said. “Doubtless she would have ridden next to you, Mr. Xavier, and then we could not have had this time alone.

Charles stared in utter horror at this singular pronouncement. Mr. Azazel, perhaps mistaking his silence for some more pleasant form of surprise, took the liberty—Charles could not believe he took the liberty—of leaving his seat to settle himself next to Charles on the other side of the carriage.

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Requested: The Reader is confident, cool - everything Reid isn’t. When she asks him out, he assumes she’s trying to be mean, and immediately rejects her, only to discover he’s completely mistaken. 

Pining: (verb) to yearn deeply, to suffer with longing.

That’s exactly what he feels. A deep longing, one that stings. He’s been pining after Y/N for ages now. She works alongside Agents Anderson and Sharp, assitsting the various BAU teams with their work, which means he doesn’t get to see her as often as he’d like. But god, when he does, that yearning hits him like a tidal wave, and he’s been drowning far too long.

Surely he’s not alone it the feeling though. Y/N is funny, witty, and confident. At any office party, she can be found in the middle of a conversation or telling a joke to a host of her colleagues. There’s a natural confidence she exudes, and that magnetic pull brings everyone into her orbit.

The good doctor is not immune to the effects of gravity.

Much to his surprise, she actually seems to enjoy talking with him. Weeks ago he discovered she had a love for all things superheroes and magic, much to the amusement and chagrin of Morgan, who listened to them ramble about it for nearly two hours.

“Don’t you two have work to do?” he asked, with mock annoyance.

“Now, Derek, I don’t recall Reid here asking that when you were discussing the office March Madness brackets in depth with me last week,” she replied. She winked, adding, “And if I remember correctly, we’re both still kicking your ass. That’s what you get for saying your alma mater would win it all.”

Morgan raised an eyebrow. “Oh that’s how it is? Tell me, when’s the last time Columbia won an NCAA championship?”

Y/N shrugged. “Couldn’t tell you. Maybe you should ask our eighty-two Nobel prizes.”

He loved that easy confidence she had, the way she could laugh and the whole room would found themselves smiling too. The way she could tease people like Morgan so easily, and yet her jokes never felt mean-spirited. Effortlessly cool, he’d fallen for her hard. Head over heels, tripping over his own feet.

By the time he realizes it, it’s too late. Far too late. A girl like that could never like him. There’s no way she’ll ever look at him the way he glances at her each time he knows her head is turned. It is a secret he guards with the utmost care. If she found out, he’d be devastated. The rejection isn’t something he thinks he could handle. In high school – even in college – he fell for girls like her. It always ended poorly, and while he can tell she’s far kinder than those of crushes past, he doesn’t think she’s that kind, kind enough to feign interest in someone like him.

Geek. Loser. Nerd. Freak.

He can’t stand the thought of words like that falling from her lips, followed by a sharp giggle, the kind meant to create a wound, not a smile. So he pines in silence.

But months pass, and there’s never any teasing or cruel laughter. Something very different comes from her mouth, when she perches on the edge of desk and grins at him. “Hey Reid, what are you doing Saturday?” she asks. He says he has no plans. “Well, how would you feel about taking me out to see that new Logan movie? I’ll buy the popcorn.”

He tilts his head, confused. “Like – with the team?”

“No, genius.” A hint of pink tinges her cheeks, the first time he’s ever seen her blush. She’s beautiful. “Like a date. A real date, you know?”

Oh. That’s what’s happening. The words alight a fire in his chest, and everything is painted red for a moment. He’s been tricked again. How could be so stupid as to fall for this once more? No, scratch that. He’s not falling for it this time. He’s done putting up with being the butt of the jokes.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” he exclaims. Y/N pulls away, startled. “How dumb do you think I am? A date? That’s really clever. Like I would ever go on a date with someone like you. I’m not giving you that satisfaction. Nice try.” He’s the one who laughs this time, a sound as sharp as a knife, looking right into her wide eyes as he does so.

“You could’ve just said no,” she whispers. Without saying another word, she jumps off of his desk and runs out of the room. Likely shocked by his unexpected answer. He turns around with a huff, trying to sift through the anger and betrayal he feels from her.

She decided to make fun of him, in the meanest possible way she could. She knows of his past failures in relationships, the bullies he faced in school, and she’s decided to throw all that trust in his face. Maybe it was a bet. Who would’ve put her up to it? Morgan? Anderson?

“Agent Reid? Do you know where Y/L/N is?” Gina Sharp has come over, carrying a stack of paperwork.

“Why are you asking me?” The question comes out a little too gruff, and Sharp frowns.

“Well, I mean, she said she was going to see you. To ask you out, I assume. She swore she was finally going to do it.”

Reid spins around in his chair to look at Sharp, his arms crossed and eyes narrowed. “So what? Were you involved in that? Does the whole office know she was trying to pull a prank on me?”

“A prank? Agent Reid, what on earth are you talking about? She said she was going to ask you on a date. God knows she’s had a crush on you for ages, she never shuts up about it when we’re together. I mean – she did already ask, didn’t she?”

He swallows hard, acutely aware of his heartbeat thudding in his ears. That can’t be right. That just can’t be right. There’s no way. “Wait – she – she was serious?” Sharp nods, and he bolts up from his chair, brushing past the agent as he runs down the hall, swearing under his breath.

She was serious. The girl of his dreams actually asked him out, and he thought it was a mean joke. If there’s a god, he prays it’s not too late to fix this.

The door to Garcia’s office opens, and when Y/N steps out he practically crashes into her. “There you are!” he cries. “I need to talk to you!”

She clenches her jaw and shoves her hands into the pockets of her cardigan. “I don’t really want to talk to you right now,” she says, her voice soft. This woman, this enchanting whirlwind of a person has never looked so vulnerable. And he knows that it’s his fault she seems so sad.

“Please, just hear me out. Y/N, I’m sorry for what I said. I thought you were joking. I – I thought it was just a mean prank. You know I haven’t had good experiences with romantic relationships, and I just never thought that someone like you would ever want to be with someone like me. That’s all. I’m really, really sorry. But I’ve liked you for so long, and nothing on this planet would make me happier than to go out with you. You have to believe that.”

“What I can’t believe is that you actually thought I was someone who would do something so mean! Reid, we’re friends! We’ve been friends, you know me better than most people do. I would never hurt you like that.”

“I know you wouldn’t,” he says, so desperate to get the words out that he trips over them as he tries to speak a mile-a-minute. “I know. But you’re so cool, and so confident. You’re everything I’m not – I’m weird and annoying and unattractive, and you liking me goes against all odds and all explanations. The math was never on my side, so I assumed the only possible outcome was that you weren’t genuine. I am sorry. Really.”

Logic has ruled his life, and all logic said his feelings would never be returned. He would be left pining until the end of his days. People like her don’t end up with people like him. When he ran the numbers, they didn’t add up. No theory ever led to a happy ending for him. It’s completely irrational. And yet, here she is.

She walks towards him, so close he could reach out and touch her. “I’m not some experiment, Spencer.” Her use of his first name sends a thrill down his spine. “I don’t fit into equations like that.”

“I know,” he murmurs. They stand in silence, and he can feel himself getting lost in her eyes. A rush of longing overtakes him, and forgetting where he is, he moves half a step closer. Another irrational thing, as he reaches to cup her cheek, to press his lips to hers in the way he has wanted to do for longer than he cares to count and just as they’re about to touch –

She steps back. Reid opens his eyes, dismayed, but finds her smirking at him, eyebrows raised. “Not so fast. I’m still mad at you.” Starting past him towards the bullpen, she turns around to add, “But I should be over it Saturday. In case you’d like to try again.” Before disappearing around the corner, she winks at him, and the air around him warms by ten degrees.

The promise of Saturday is enough to restore hope. Somehow, the most irrational thing in the world has happened to him, but he welcomes further paradigm shifts if it means that the universe has finally decided he’s allowed to be happy. Saturday is still three days away. Each time she glances his way, he can see it in her eyes, in every coy smile she gives him. Three days. She certainly intends for him to suffer with longing for the weekend to come.

He doesn’t mind pining. Not anymore, knowing that he won’t be lovesick much longer.

Saturday can’t come soon enough.

About why INFPs aren’t always pure and sometimes downright dangerous

I usually don’t post anything about MBTI on this blog, but there’s something I really need to get off my chest about INFP.

I’m INFP myself, and what I hate the most is that we’re mostly portrayed as kind, daydreaming beings, too good for this world, too pure. No. We aren’t.

Our dominant Fi means we’re lead by our own ethical agenda and our corresponding emotions - in a lot of cases, this makes us understanding, peaceful, and mindful of others because we believe that’s the right thing to do. We are perceived as Good Beings™ because society values compassion.

But remember, it’s because we believe in this agenda, and made it our very core.

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Leave The Angels, Join Me (Moriarty x Reader)





SUMMARY: You’re captured by the world’s only consulting criminal to gain information on the SYSTEM, a secretive global organisation ran by Mycroft and a few others. Unfortunately, Moriarty’s torture gets to you and you spill. Unexpectedly, Moriarty then offers you a deal to join him? After all, who needs angels anyway? 

A/N: Because everyone liked the sherlock x reader I put up I decided to write another. Moriarty was such a good character and I firmly refuse to believe he is actually dead!! 


A small lamp in the corner of the room lit the room. The yellow light cast shadows around the room creating huge looming monsters of black across the walls which all stared down at me disapprovingly.

I lay on the floor completely still. Barely moving. Barely breathing. Silent tears rolled down my cheek and onto the floor as I stared at the black steel door in front of me.

I was tired. I was hungry. I hadn’t slept for three days, too scared to shut my eyes for more than a second and I did not trust the food they gave me. My clothes were dirty and felt disgusting on my even dirtier body. I hadn’t seen sunlight for days, in fact, I hadn’t seen anyone other than my torturer for the entire time I’d been here. But I had heard him. Moriarty spoke to me occasionally. His evilly melodic voice coming through the speakers in the room occasionally giving me words of advice, taunting me, threatening me.

Eventually, I broke. All it took was a threat to kill my sister. After three days of physical, emotional and psychological torture that was all it took for me to part my lips and give him what he wanted.

I’d betrayed my friends. John, Sherlock, Mycroft. Secrets just spilt from my lips like a waterfall and Moriarty took them all in.

I had no idea what he’d do with all the information I’d given him. I didn’t want to know. I just wanted to get out of here, run away as far as possible and never ever look back.

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Return The Favor // Na Jaemin

Pt. 1

the prompt: your cuddle best friend jaemin was so cuteeeeee,,, I was wondering if you could do a “follow up” where you get sick and he takes care of you?.??

words: 974

category: fluff

author note: i miss jaemin so much it’s painful man, I hope he’s staying healthy and happy. my little star ✨

- destinee

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Musical Theatre Themed Ask

Some musical theatre related questions I often find mylsef thinking about:

1. What was the first musical you saw?

2. What musical got you really  into theatre?

3. Who was your first Broadway crush?

4. Name three of your current Broadway crushes.

5. Name four of your dream roles.

6. Favourite off-broadway show:

7. Favourite cast recording.

8. 2013 Tony opening number or 2016 Tony opening number?

9. Favourite show currently on Broadway.

10. A musical that closed and you’re still bitter about. Rant a bit.

11. Best stage to screen adaptation?

12. Worst  stage to screen adaptation?

13. Favourite #ham4ham?

14. A musical you would love to see produced by Deaf West?

15. If you could revive any musical, which one would it be and who would you cast in it?

16. If you could go to a concert at the 54 below, who’s would it be?

17. Do you watch broadway.com vlogs? Which one is your favourite?

18. Make a broadway related confession.

19. What do musicals mean to you?

20. Express some love for understudies and swings!

21. Best Disney musical:

22. Which Disney movie should be made into a musical?

23. Which musical fandom has the funniest memes?

24. Name a character from a musical you would sort into your Hogwarts house.

25. Name a Broadway star you would sort into your Hogwarts house.

26. Best on stage chemistry?

27. A Broadway duo you love.

28. What book, tv show, movie, biography, video game, etc. should be turned into a musical?

29. If you could make a jukebox musical, what artist or genre would you pick?

30. Favourite role played by _________________?

31. What musical has made you cry the most?

32. What musical has made you laugh the most?

33. Current showtune stuck in you head:

34. A musical that has left you thinking about life for a long time or deeply inspired you.

35. If you could perform any ensemble number , which one would you pick?

36. Name a musical you didn’t like at first but ended up loving.

37. What are some customes you’d love to try on?

38. Favourite dance break.

39. Favourite Starkid musical:

40. What’s a musical more people should know about?

41. What are some lines from musicals you really like?

42. Name a Tony performance you rewatch and rewatch.

anonymous asked:

im confused about the milk in isak's trailer - what do you think that is supposed to be about?

anon! the question i have been waiting for!!!

okay so not to self-promo but this is going to be grounded in the previous post i made about isak’s trailer, so it might be worth reading that just for background with some of the concepts i’m going to reference.

so the major point i’ve talked about before with the s3 trailer was its camerawork and construction of the camera as occupying/embodying a gay male gaze in how it looks at the scene. this is super fascinating in part just bc it’s so novel to see done ever within media filmed for a mainstream audience. however it’s also really interesting as a characterization tool, in that the use of that gaze also works to show us where isak is wrt his sexuality at this point in the story (end of his second year, judging by his haircut and the presence of william and p chris in the locker room).

this isn’t to say that the camera here is meant to be isak’s gaze–far from it, since we not only see him as a subject under observation by the camera, but we also see him seeing the camera/his observer in the ending shot, which indicates that the gaze of the camera is one he is confronting, not occupying. but even before that last shot, we get plenty of hints in the trailer that the subjectivity of the camera–its desire for the image of men’s bodies, its fascination with them, its eagerness to linger on them, and perhaps most importantly its surety in its own ability to do so–do not match with how isak feels as an observer of the scene, within the scene. he is watching but not comfortably, legs crossed awkwardly and his own body contorted in a way that suggests discomfort with rather than ownership of the fantasy he finds himself in the middle of. he looks but always out of the corner of his eye and never for too long before glancing away, likely bc he doesn’t want to be caught looking by the other people within the scene.

so what we have is a noticeable gap in the types of looking we see in the trailer. otoh we have the camera as an invisible and omnipotent observer, the concentrated focus of gay male desire, seeing and also fully enabled to see what it wants to see. and otoh we have isak, who is clearly aware of what he wants to see, but also just as clearly uncomfortable with actually allowing himself to see. he’s interested in the visuals around him, but unlike the camera, he isn’t an invisible observer in this scene. there is a possibility of getting caught, and as a result of having his looking (and all that implies about his desires and his sexuality) exposed, and it is that possibility that sets him on edge. it is that exposure, rather than the desire itself he is experiencing, that he fears.

and this is where i think the milk comes in: as an expression of that fear. obvs the milk, as a white fluid splashed over isak’s face, has some uh, distinctly sexual and homoerotic connotations. but for me what’s more significant about it is its contrast from the water. remember, isak isn’t the only one in this scene to get wet; the whole scene is about the boys having a water fight and splashing each other, and the gaze of the camera makes this all have a sexual undertone. but where everyone else can, once they’re done playing, towel off and go about their day unchanged, isak’s situation is different. milk sticks. it’s white, it’s more viscous; compared to water, it’s shockingly opaque. even when it dries, it leaves a residue. it leaves a mark, and that mark is exactly the thing isak wants to avoid in this moment.

there are other things i could get into here too–the fact that isak’s seated observation is what sets him up to get the full face of milk, the fact that jonas (the first boy we know of isak having feelings for) is the one to throw the milk, etc. but what i want to focus on more is the way this image, the end of the fight and isak the only one left with a lasting mark, pairs with the lyrics of the song. we’ve talked a lot in this fandom about how clever skam’s use of music is, how the soundtrack acts almost as a character in its own right, straddling the fourth wall in a way that allows it to comment tongue-in-cheek on the action of a scene just as much as it underscores it. in this scene, though, i’d say that the soundtrack is unique within skam’s own pattern of music use bc it has just one, crucial role: to embody isak’s perspective. if we look at the lyrics of the song, the first verse of nils bech’s “waiting,” they’re basically a summary of isak’s position in the moment of the trailer:

I am the last one
Everyone knows how I tried
Love, let me meet you
When everyone has to
Have someone to love
I never met one
What’s so strange about me
What’s so strange about me
Can’t I be loved, loved, ooh, ooh
Loved, loved, ooh, ooh

what we’ve seen of isak in the show to this point, up to and including the trailer, is a lot of confusion. he’s had feelings for his best friend that drove him to do things to hurt another close friend that he still can’t explain. he’s tried dating girls but still not felt the same connection or pull the rest of his classmates seem to. if being a teenager (at least as skam depicts it) is about two things–1) figuring yourself out and 2) using the experiences of your first stabs at adult relationships, be they romantic, platonic, or otherwise, to do so–then isak’s concern in this moment is that he truly is the last of his friends to get anywhere with that. he’s figuring out that there’s something different about him, but still not in a way where he’s comfortable talking about it. where that’s left him is a position of perhaps not isolation, but definitely a sense of being the outsider, the one stranded lingering on the edges.

the trailer visually renders this in a very literal sense. isak is the only one seated in a locker room full of action, and as a result, he’s the last one to be pulled into the game by getting splashed. and what he is splashed with is, again, something that leaves a mark in a way it does for no one else. there’s no more hiding, after that milk hits him, no more watching without consequence. whether he’s ready to or not, it’s time for him to finally look everything about himself he’s been tangled up in for the last two seasons straight on. it’s time for everything he’s been keeping bottled up to come out.

Worried - Part 3 - Request

Originally requested by anon:  can you do one where Sherlock comes home from a long case which he finally solved but is beaten up and and bruised and he doesn’t understand why is reader is so worried because Sherlock + human emotions = ?
Winner of Sequel Friday #2

Pairing: Sherlock x reader

Word count: 2,690

Warnings: None, I think.

A/N: I know I said I would add a bit of smut, but I couldn’t find a way of doing so because it would be too rushed. Sorry! Maybe, if you want a third part I will focus on that.


To say that her behaviour changed after Sherlock’s strange confession would be a lie. (Y/N) was still the same professional, friendly, caring girl Sherlock had fallen for within an instant.

She had made sure to take good care of him, and so his bruises were healing and his limping was almost gone. Sherlock was afraid that her interest would be soon lost without his wounds and so he would try his best to get rid of the ice and heat packs whenever she wasn’t looking, or faked to drink the medicine just so it would last a bit more.

“I don’t know, John.” (Y/N) sighed to the phone, “He was fine and now he… He sunk.” She stood silent for a while, and Sherlock observed her from a slight creek on the door. “Yes! I’ve done everything; the bruises are still there… I’m getting worried, John, what if it’s something else?” Sherlock rolled his eyes, “Fine… All right, thank you… Bye.” She hung up, and Sherlock rushed back to the bed before she saw him.

“How’s John?” He asked innocently as she entered the room.

“He’s good. Mary and he are taking the baby to the park for a while and then they will come over.” She replied softly.

She looked bad. Her eye-bags were pretty big by then and her hair was messy, her usually pink lips were pale and her whole complexion seemed to have changed. She looked skinny, and sad.

“Why are you still worried?” He inquired tiredly, “I’m good now.”

“You’re not.” She stated, staying at the door. “The bruises are still there without a single change… It’s like you haven’t been on treatment or something.”

Sherlock hesitated to speak. He knew it was his fault, his own envious fault, wanting to stay ill just for the sake of having her focused only on him. Sherlock knew he had to tell her the truth, he felt bad when seeing her like that, but what if she lost interest?

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Title: Boss

Anonymous asked: “Sherlock x reader. Mycroft doesn’t like the reader as he can’t find anything about her past. Little does he know. That she works high up in government”

Characters: sherlock, mycroft and you

Pairing: sherlock x reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 409


“I told you she doesn’t exist!” Mycroft said, slamming the empty file on the desk in front of Sherlock. “have you been spying on my girlfriend?” Sherlock asked astonished. “naturally brother mine. Who knows who she could be. We don’t want any incidents like the Woman again, do we?” Mycroft smirked. “Irene is dead” Sherlock simply stated. “so you say. So tell me Sherlock, who is Y/N L/N exactly?” Mycroft asked him. “she is none of your business, Mycroft. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a client” Sherlock said, opening the door to reveal you standing in the opening.

“I don’t understand why you make such a big deal about it” you said to Sherlock. “I don’t, my brother does. I know everything I need to know about you but he is just frustrated that the British government doesn’t know something” Sherlock said, resting an arm around your shoulders. “how about we change it then” you gave Sherlock a devious laugh.

“hello Mycroft” you said as Mycroft entered his office. “Y/N? How did you get in here?” he asked you. “I have my ways. Sherlock told me you wanted to get to know me better” you said, eyes glistening. “that would be preferable” he admitted. “ask away then” you said, taking the chair behind his desk and sitting in it. “who are you?” he asked curious. “you would have to be a bit more specific” you said. “what’s your name?” he asked you. “you already know that” you replied. “your real name” Mycroft said impatient. “it really is my real name” you admitted. “where do you live?” he asked. “just outside London” you said. “what’s your profession?” he asked. “I can’t believe you haven’t guessed it already” you said, smiling up at him. “I’m actually disappointed my government doesn’t know how to…” you were cut off before you could finish your sentence. “your government?” Mycroft asked curious. “finally, took you long enough. Who do you think runs the British government? You? Surely not one of those idiots you work with. This country needs someone more precise, cleverer and someone who knows how to function. I am your boss Mycroft” you confessed. “you can’t be” he stuttered. “even though I’ve loved our little chat, I’ve some important business to attend” you said, about to leave his office. “oh and Mycroft, if you ever have more questions, please just text” you smirked, leaving a dumbfounded Mycroft alone in his office.

Originally posted by enerjax