thievd  asked:

alt! (:

          ‘          i  do  not  understand  why  you  are  asking  me  something  you  should  already  know.          ’          not  a  barb  of  any sort,  no  ill  -  intent  colouring  edges.  it’s  simply  a  statement,  an observation  that’s  offered  from  behind  straight  brows  and  softly  pursed  mouth.          ‘          did  you  not  do  the  reading  you  were  supposed  to  ?          ’          arms  folded,  back  straight,  chin  cocked  just  so  –  mako’s  the  picture  of  disapproval,  though  her  expression  belies  hardly  anything  at  all.

❪  ♡ — WHOM TF ARE YOU? :  ❫  accepting !


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“Do you always understand everything you feel?” Cas asked, one day.

He thought, obscurely, that Spring was the right time for a question like this; or at least this Spring was - a Spring that felt fresh and light and hazy, still dazed by the wonder of Winter’s passing. Dean, sitting in the car beside him, looked washed out by it - or rather, washed clean, Cas supposed he meant. Softened, in any case.

“How d’you mean?” Dean said. He turned to Cas, the bright sun shrinking out the darkness in his eyes - turning them green. Green like go-lights, green like mazes - no, gentler than both of those; green like the water-full leaves of succulent plants. Green like book covers, like peppermint-flavour candies.

“I mean… do you ever feel something that you can’t explain? Something… ineffable?”

Dean pressed his lips together. Cas wondered if he needed to explain the word ‘ineffable’.

“Nah?” he said. “I guess most of what I feel, I know what to call it. I don’t always like it, but at least I know what it is.”

Cas nodded seriously. Dean let the silence rest for a while as they cruised down the Spring-morning road.

“What about you?” he said eventually.

Cas lifted a shoulder.

“I… have a thousand words for how things feel,” he said, “and a thousand things to feel within me. But I… I cannot make them match.”

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Sorry for the half-assed sketch, but I would take forever to make a proper drawing. And I wanted to wish Jumin happy birthday~~

“Amo” the Voices whispered, while he was tortured

Why does this sound like something Sherlock has hidden deep in his mind that is now crawling its way back into his conscious?

“There’s something I want to say and never have”

This could work on a subtextual level or with canon emp. But if you read Ajay as a Sherlock mirror, “Amo” was the word Sherlock concentrated on, while he was tortured. His brain decoded the original words into Latin afterwards. So what Sherlock made himself (subconsciously?) listen to over and over again while being tortured was “I love you”,  “I love you”, “I love you”, “I love you”, “I love you”, “I love you”. The mantra that kept him alive during the two years of undercover work: “I love you” - “There’s something I want to say and never have”.

filmbite said: I don’t know if it’s significant but ‘amo’ on its own only means ‘I love’ so the 'I love you’ in the trailer might not refer to Amo

You’re absolutely right! (I know this, but it somehow slipped my attention… ;-) ).

I didn’t wanted necessarily to imply, that “Amo” will translate later into the “I love you” from the trailer. I just think that (subtextually) “amo” is something Sherlock has burried in his mind. The knowledge that he is able to love and that he loves John. “amo” and “te amo” - “I love” and “I love you” (John implied) for Sherlock is probably all the same.