person A: *has a black eye*
person A: i-i’m sorry!
person B:
person A: *is super sad*
person B:
person A:
person B: *clears throat* did you win?
person A: *perks up* fuck yeah!

Momentos Wigetta 😋

FAST & FURIOUS 8 con Willy GTA V (Vegetta 777) min. 5:37…
V: Me puedes llamar como quieras. Me puedes llamar hasta para comer.
W: *Inentendible por el audio*
V: Tenemos que comer ahora, luego. Sabes que voy a comer hoy yo?
W: Macarrones, los voy a hacer yo.
V: Ah! vale, te iba a decir gulas pero bueno…
W: Aquí se come, lo que yo se… *Risas*
V: *Risas*
W: Aquí se come lo que yo diga!…
V: Vale, porque es muy bueno para los músculos de Toretto la pasta, la pasta!!!

(Aaaaaayyy!!! Que bonito que es Willy haciendo de comer, me sonó a la típica madre preocupada por la alimentación o como el clásico matrimonio en plan: Tu vas a comer lo que yo prepare!!! Que bonito lo) 💚💜💚💜💚💜💚💜💚💜💚💜💚💜💚 TOY STORY CON LUCKY BLOCKS! (TheWillyrex) min. 5:18… W: No tienes armadura ni nada? V: No, no tengo armadura… Tengo flechas, no pasa nada no te preocupes W: Es que me preocupo por ti la verdad. V: No necesito más.. 💚💜💚💜💚💜💚💜💚💜💚💜💚💜💚 ACROBACIAS FAST & FURIOUS EN GTA V, EN PRIMERA PERSONA! (Willyrex) min. 1:53… V: Es que tú siempre me hablas por Whatsapp cuando estoy grabando, y dije: igual le pasa lo mismo a Willy W: No a mi no, yo siempre lo tengo apartado para editar. V: Yo igual lo tengo apartado, pero me vibra y es Willy diciendo: Bueno Vegetta vamos para comer… W: *Risas* V: Tienes un don… 💚💜💚💜💚💜💚💜💚💜💚💜💚💜💚 Huuuuuy que son chiquitos pero bonitos estos momentos!!! En GTA se les salen sus momentos chacheros… Y bueno ademas de estos hubo uno que otro entre que Confirmamos? Y Casualidad? Bueno, bueno…. En fin que bonito es lo bonito!!!

Sherlock doesn’t approve of embellishing how incredible a person is, so in The Sign of Three, all of those poetic things he says about John are exactly what he really thinks. He doesn’t think he’s being romantic because he’s just saying the truth. This is why when the audience (and John) are crying after Sherlock’s speech, he seems confused. Almost like ‘Why are you all doing that? I’m just saying how he is.’ He doesn’t realize how in love he seems on the outside. 

John loves it when Sherlock falls asleep on his stomach. He loves it to watch Sherlock’s face when he’s sleeping. Sherlock looks so young then. His face relaxed and peaceful. He loves it when Sherlock’s mouth falls slightly open and when he snoars a little bit. He also loves it when Sherlock starts to murmur something.
And he loves it to give Sherlock gentle kisses on the forehead. Because then Sherlock always sighs in his sleep and it sounds happy.


└ Sakumoto x Oguri Shun x Okada Junichi~~  What more can I ask for?!?!

Cr: Arashi ni Shiyagare 13.05.2017 Preview

Okay, but I gotta ask… Why do people actually CARE what other people ship? I mean, really, I don’t care if my neighbor ships Dumbledore/Sorting Hat or Tony Stark/Rocket Racoon or something equally as strange. Sure it’s not my cup of tea. I’m not going to read it, and I’m liable to go WTF if I see it, but whatever floats your boat, man.

It’s perfectly fine to ship Sherlolly, Johnlock, Sheriarty and so on and so forth. It’s perfectly fine to ship Stucky, Stony, Iron Panther, Frostiron, Iron Husbands, Pepperony, Tasertricks, Thorki, Clintasha and so on and so forth. *insert countless other names of Marvel ships. It’s fine to ship Drarry, Snarry, Hinny, Snilly, Jilly, Tomarry, Harrymort, Wolfstar etc. *insert countless other names of HP ships. Multi-ships are fine.  

Just ship what you want and let other people do the same. It’s not difficult. Even if you have a NOtp, it might be someone’s OTP, and that’s okay. 

P.S. I mentioned this examples because these are the fandoms I’m most active in. Same goes for everyone else :)

ggaypilot  asked:

I wish you would write a fic where Sherlock and John go out, the two of them hoping it was a date, and really, it IS a date!

also on ao3 here.

It feels different. John had suspected something but hadn’t dared to hope when Sherlock oh so casually mentioned he’d booked them in to Angelo’s. There definitely wasn’t a case on, there was no special occasion (unless a random Friday counted as one), and John tried to stop himself, but surely the only logical solution was…

And then, oh thank God, his hopes aren’t raised in vain. They sit down at their table, and John notes the lit candle that’s been placed on the table, next to their reserved sign.

Sherlock puts the  sign onto the floor, but his hand stays hovering over the candle.

John gathers his courage. He reaches across the table and covers Sherlock’s hand with his own.

“No, just leave it there,” he says, certain and smiling.

Sherlock looks up. “Oh,” is all he replies with. And there’s a smile tugging at his lips, one John can read so well, now.

Sherlock had been hoping, too.

“So,” John leans back, and winks. “Nice place for a date.”

Sherlock’s smile widens. He looks down, then back up coyly. “Do you come here often?” he asks. His words take on the most atrocious attempt at an American accent, and John snorts into his wine.

“Really, Sherlock. This is… sweet of you.”

Sherlock wrinkles his nose. “I’m not sweet.”

“Oh, and there’s gullible written on the ceiling.”

John playfully kicks Sherlock when he dramatically cranes his neck to look up.

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