i AM biased bc im generally disinterested in dudes and have higher standards for them than most ppl but like………. sometimes i see posts on here where ppl are losing their shit over boys doing such mundane things that are basically “when a boy takes a big bite of a sandwich and gets mustard on his chin 😍” “when a boy sneezes loudly 😩😍💦💦💦💦” “when a boy ties his shoes 😍😩💦😍💦💦😩😩😩😩💦💦💦💦💦💦”
and it’s like…………………………. objectively i cant begin to comprehend what youre getting that excited about but glad youre having fun
I mean despite being so fucking much the whole movie and LITERALLY holding each other in their arms, and looking at each other constantly, and being close to each other; it’s a classic BLUE and RED ship.
Ok Sherlock but you didn’t? You didn’t even know if it was Moriarty: ‘Maybe it’s Moriarty, maybe it’s not’.
Then as soon as he spotted the AGRA flash drive the story changed to forget Moriarty and focus on Mary.
The Lying Detective had nothing to do with Jim. Finally we get Jim in TFP but the whole Moriarty thing was apparently done by Eurus, even though it was never expressed how she hacked every screen in London, and why Jim was wearing a different suit. It just DOESN’T MAKE SENSE! I’m losing my mind over here.
'captain america: the winter soldier' starter prompts
❝ On your left. ❞ ❝ Don’t say it. Don’t you say it. ❞ ❝ Need a medic? ❞ ❝ You should be ashamed of yourself. ❞ ❝ It’s your bed, right? ❞ ❝ You must miss the good old days, huh? ❞ ❝ I’ll put it on the list. ❞ ❝ I’m sure they have a good reason. ❞ ❝ Relax, it’s not that complicated. ❞ ❝ You doing anything fun Saturday night? ❞ ❝ You know, if you ask Kristen out, from Statistics, she’d probably say yes. ❞ ❝ Too shy, or too scared? ❞ ❝ You seemed pretty helpless without me. ❞ ❝ You want to be a hero? Is that it? ❞ ❝ Well, this is awkward. ❞ ❝ I think that’s overstating things. ❞ ❝ You just can’t stop yourself from lying, can you? ❞ ❝ I’m not obliged to do anything. ❞ ❝ It’s called compartmentalisation. ❞ ❝ Nobody spills the secrets, because nobody knows them all. ❞ ❝ I do share. I’m nice like that. ❞ ❝ I thought the punishment usually came after the crime. ❞ ❝ We can’t afford to wait that long. ❞ ❝ This isn’t freedom, this is fear. ❞ ❝ For as long as I can remember, I just wanted to do what was right. ❞ ❝ You’re always so dramatic. ❞ ❝ The world has changed, and none of us can go back. ❞ ❝ Sometimes the best that we can do is to start over. ❞ ❝ I’m here to ask a favor. ❞ ❝ You lose someone? ❞ ❝ What makes you happy? ❞ ❝ If you want, you’re welcome to use my machine. Might be cheaper than the one in the basement. ❞ ❝ Well, I’ll keep my distance. ❞ ❝ I don’t remember giving you a key. ❞ ❝ My wife kicked me out. ❞ ❝ I didn’t know you were married. ❞ ❝ There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me. ❞ ❝ You’re a terrible liar. ❞ ❝ He told me not to trust anyone. ❞ ❝ Anyone gets in my way, they’re gonna regret it. ❞ ❝ It kind of feels personal. ❞ ❝ I only act like I know everything. ❞ ❝ I’m not gonna ask you again. ❞ ❝ Bye-bye, bikinis. ❞ ❝ First rule of going on the run is don’t run, walk. ❞ ❝ My fiancé was just helping me with some honeymoon destinations. ❞ ❝ I have the exact same glasses. ❞ ❝ Shut up and put your arm around me. Laugh at something I said. ❞ ❝ Kiss me. ❞ ❝ Public displays of affection make people very uncomfortable. ❞ ❝ I just wondered how much practice you’ve had. ❞ ❝ Nobody special, though? ❞ ❝ Believe it or not, it’s kind of hard to find someone with shared life experience. ❞ ❝ You just make something up. ❞ ❝ The truth is a matter of circumstance. ❞ ❝ That’s a tough way to live. ❞ ❝ You know, it’s kind of hard to trust someone, when you don’t know who that someone really is. ❞ ❝ Who do you want me to be? ❞ ❝ Who’s the girl? ❞ ❝ You need anything before I leave? ❞ ❝ Want some milk? ❞ ❝ I thought I knew whose lies I was telling, but I guess I can’t tell the difference anymore. ❞ ❝ There’s a chance you might be in the wrong business. ❞ ❝ If it was down to me to save your life, would you trust me to do it? ❞ ❝ I hear the crab cakes here are delicious. ❞ ❝ That is a terrible, terrible idea. ❞ ❝ I wasn’t sure who to trust. ❞ ❝ Your work has been a gift to mankind. ❞ ❝ You shaped the century. ❞ ❝ Society’s at a tipping point between order and chaos. ❞ ❝ If you don’t do your part, I can’t do mine. ❞ ❝ See, it’s stuff like this that gives me trust issues. ❞ ❝ I just kind of wanted to be alone. ❞ ❝ We can put the couch cushions on the floor like when we were kids. ❞ ❝ I’m with you to the end of the line, pal. ❞ ❝ I don’t know if I can do that. ❞ ❝ I think it’s time you know the truth. ❞ ❝ The price of freedom is high. ❞ ❝ Did you write that down first, or was it off the top of your head? ❞ ❝ You smug son of a bitch. ❞ ❝ I’m sorry, did I step on your moment? ❞ ❝ Are you sure you’re ready for the world to see you as you really are? ❞ ❝ Did you get my flowers? ❞ ❝ You’re the best and the most ruthless person I ever met. ❞ ❝ You know, you’re a lot heavier than you look. ❞ ❝ I had a big breakfast. ❞ ❝ Please don’t make me do this. ❞ ❝ Unless you want a two-inch hole in your sternum, I’d put that gun down. ❞ ❝ This is gonna hurt. ❞ ❝ Man, shut the hell up. ❞ ❝ You know, there was a time I would’ve taken a bullet for you. ❞ ❝ You’re out of your depth, kid. ❞ ❝ I’m not gonna fight you. ❞ ❝ You’re my friend. ❞ ❝ You’re not going to put me in a prison. ❞ ❝ You’ll know where to find me. ❞ ❝ I’m headed to Europe tonight, Wanted to ask if you’d come. ❞ ❝ You might not want to pull on that thread. ❞ ❝ This is the age of miracles. ❞ ❝ There’s nothing more horrifying than a miracle. ❞
anyway i don’t know what y’all’s motivations in voting in these things are but if it’s just your love for malec then i don’t really think that’s enough tbh so i propose what seems to me to be the best fuel and driving force and that’s anger. pls get angry that magnus being a bisexual asian man is a too unique and too important character to be overlooked like this (again), or get angry that poc in shadowhunters fandom have to watch malec, an interracial couple, losing to a white ship for the second year in a row, or be angry because ev//ak, as wonderful as they are, being a new white couple, never should have become so much more popular then the already well-known and interracial malec in such a short time, because none of this is a coincidence and it’s not fair and we shouldn’t just be satisfied with whatever ship wining just because they are both m/m and we still have hours before the poll closes and we can win this so pls
Can we have a real talk about touching celebrities?
I’m talking specifically bandom, specifically specifically Frank Iero and the Patience, but I’m sure this happens a lot with all kinds of people.
-Find out whether or not that person likes hugs or touching before you meet them, please. If it’s a random encounter, just play it safe and don’t touch.Askat the least if it’s a random meeting, but if you know you’re meeting someone or hope you will, ask around for that shit.
For the Patience, what I know is:
——–Frank Iero does not like hugging people. He’ll do it, he won’t be aggro about it, he’ll pretend it’s all fine, but he’s said before in tweets that he doesn’t like hugging people he doesn’t know. He shakes hands and puts his arm around you for photos.
——–Evan Nestor is too nice for his own good. I don’t know how he feels about hugs and touches but I’ve seen people just assume they can hang on him and he definitely doesn’t reciprocate whatever his feelings are. Don’t hang off this sweet man, don’t touch him every sentence; it’s not something you’d do to regular strangers, and he’s too good for that.
Oh my god I am so mAD I FORGOT ABOUT STARKQUILL OH BOY
listen I need me some Guardians giving Tony love and respecting him and thinking he’s just so good and doesn’t deserve the shit he gets and Tony trying to use as many metaphors as possible so he can laugh when Drax takes them literally, bonding with Rocket and Groot over building stuff and being sarcastic and Tony can undERSTAND GROOT WHEN HE SPEAKS BECAUSE HE UNDERSTANDS HIS BOTS and Gamora talking to Tony about weapons and Tony respecting the shit out of Gamora cuz you know that man loves a badass woman who don’t need no man isn’t afraid to kick a man’s ass and put him in his place
And PETER AND TONY BONDING OVER MUSIC AND 80S THINGS THAT PETER MISSED AND MAKING JOKES AND WORKING ON PETERS SHIP TOGETHER AND PETER TREATS TONY WITH CARE AND APPRECIATES THE SHIT HE DOES FOR THE WORLD AND TONY THINKS PETER IS JUST AMAZING AND KIND AND FUNNY AND JUST BEING GENERALLY ADORABLE AND FALLING IN LOVE
AND TONY FUCKS OFF INTO THE UNIVERSE WITH GUARDIANS AFTER INFINITY WAR I NEED THIS
Can you do a story where Scully is sick and tearful and Mulder comforts her? I love vulnerable Scully, there is not enough fanfic like that. Or do you know any tumblers that do XF sick fic or Scully sick fic? I am new to tumblr so not very good at navigating it, thanks
I have a fairly long fic where Scully’s sick, Mulder wants to comfort her, and she learns little by little to accept it. It’s cancer arc, and it’s called Between Sorrow and Bliss.
As for vulnerable… this is an idea that’s been kicking around in my brain. Set in S2, immediately after Irresistible.
She stands frozen in the motel bathroom, unable to make herself walk towards the bathtub along the far wall. It’s like an open mouth threatening to swallow her whole, to finish the job that Donnie Pfaster had begun, hours before.
Scully had hoped hard that the motel would have rooms with just shower stalls, but they’d had no such luck, and she doesn’t want to go out into the room where Mulder is waiting and ask him to leave and find a different place to stay the night. If she does, he’ll want to know why, and the last thing she wants is for him to know how deeply all of this is still affecting her. It’s bad enough that she’d broken down in his arms at Pfaster’s house; she’s not willing for him to know she’s in here losing her mind over a bathtub.
You have to get clean, she tells herself sternly. You will feel much better once you’ve washed the dirt and blood out of your hair. She takes a single, tentative step towards the tub, and right away, her chest seizes up and she can’t breathe. The tightness in her lungs is painful, she’s lightheaded immediately, and she sinks back against the closed bathroom door with a loud thunk.
In seconds, Mulder is right outside, knocking at the door. “Scully? You okay in there?” She opens her mouth to call out yes, she’s fine, everything’s fine, stay out there, but her voice is strangled in her throat. She can’t draw enough breath to get the words out. “Scully?” Mulder’s sounding panicked now. She gives him about fifteen more seconds until he breaks the door down, and it’s the thought of having to explain to Skinner why the FBI is being billed for a destroyed bathroom doorframe that finally forces her to move.
Scully wraps a towel tightly around herself and unlocks the door. She opens it and steps back, looking down, still trying to force air into her stubborn, traitorous lungs, knowing that the moment she looks up at his face, he’ll see it in her eyes.
“The, uh….” She takes a deep breath, managing to keep it from sounding like a gasp. “The shower wouldn’t turn on.” She risks a look at his face to find he’s frowning at her skeptically. He crosses the bathroom, leans over and flicks the tap, which, of course, works immediately. But the deep booming of the water rushing into the tub sets Scully off again, and before she can stop herself she’s backed against the wall, sinking down to the floor. She’s dimly aware that her towel is slipping, but she can’t bring herself to care.
“Turn it off,” she hisses, and Mulder hastens to comply. He crouches down in front of her, concern written all over his face. He doesn’t need to ask what the problem is; he went through Pfaster’s entire house before they’d left the scene. He saw the tub that had been prepared for her. He reaches out and gently fixes her towel where it’s begun to gap at the bottom.
“Tell me what to do, Scully,” he urges her, his voice low and soothing. “How can I help?” She shakes her head.
“You can’t,” she says. “I wanted… I just wanted to shower, that’s all… but… I just froze.” She covers her face, ashamed, but Mulder’s having none of that. He reaches out and takes her hand.
“Scully,” he says, “there’s absolutely nothing for you to be embarrassed about here. I told you before, agents with way more experience in the field than you have folded on cases like this- and that’s without any of them having actually been abducted by the killer.”
“I just wanted to get clean,” she whispers, and she hates how weak her voice sounds. Mulder nods. He looks around, and, standing, he takes a small stack of washcloths down from the rack above the toilet. He reaches down and takes her hand, pulling her to her feet.
“How about this?” he suggests, leading her out of the bathroom. The motel room is the sort that has the tub and toilet in the bathroom proper, with a sink and vanity in a little area off the rest of the room. “You can fill up the sink and use the washcloths to bathe.” He shuts the bathroom door behind him. “You won’t even have to look at the bathtub at all. And if you want, I’ll go to my room and give you some privacy.”
“No!” The cry is out of her mouth before she can stop it, and she blushes. “I mean… you don’t have to go.” She hunches her shoulders. “I’m not ready to… I don’t want to….”
“You don’t want to be alone?” There’s no judgement in his voice, only kindness, and she nods. “Well… I’m not ready to leave you alone, so that works for me.” And looking at his face, at the fear that hasn’t yet fully left his eyes, she realizes: this has shaken him badly. He had to have been terrified when she’d gone missing, so soon after the last time.
“Okay,” she says. “It’s a good idea.” He nods and gives the hand he’s still holding a squeeze, then releases it.
“I’ll be right over here watching TV,” he says, and he leaves her to it.
Scully gets herself cleaned up quickly, taking extra care with the bruised and abraded patches, and she immediately begins to feel better. Once her body has been scrubbed clean, though, she’s presented with a problem: her hair. In order to wash it, she’ll have to somehow get her entire head into the sink, and it’s not very deep. She’s not sure how she’ll be able to rinse out the shampoo without dumping water over her head, and she’s likely to make a mess.
“Everything okay?” calls Mulder from his place on the bed. She wraps the towel back around herself and goes out to him.
“Yeah,” she says. “I think I’m just going to have to skip my hair, though. I can’t figure out how to do it without soaking the carpet.” Mulder looks thoughtful.
“I could help you, if you want,” he suggests, and as Scully blanches, he backtracks. “But if not, that’s okay,” he says quickly. “If it would make you uncomfortable-”
“It’s not that,” she says. “It’s just… he wanted to wash my hair.” Mulder nods, thinking. “I’m not sure how I’ll do with someone else doing it.”
“What if I talked to you, the whole time?” he offers tentatively. “So you would know it was me.” He goes over to the table by the window and seizes one of the chairs there, dragging it over. “You can sit in this, on a couple of pillows, and lean back against the counter. That way you can see my face the whole time.” Scully bites her lip, thinking, weighing the possibility of panicking with the potential relief of getting the blood and dirt out of her hair. And even if she does lose it, she realizes, Mulder isn’t going to judge her for it. She takes a deep breath.
“Okay,” she agrees. Mulder takes the pillows from the bed and puts them on the seat of the chair. He folds a towel and lays it across the counter to cushion her neck, and unwraps one of the plastic drinking cups from the counter. Scully sits down gingerly and leans back as he runs the water, fiddling with the hot and cold taps until he’s got the temperature right.
“Remember, you’re supposed to keep talking,” she prompts him, and he smiles down at her.
“My mom used to do this for me when I was a kid,” he tells her, as he uses the drinking cup to wet the hair around her hairline. “I swam all the time- in the ocean during the summer, in the pool for swim team the rest of the year- and I was always getting ear infections. So my mom would have me lie across the kitchen counter and she’d wash my hair in the sink to keep the water out of my ear.” He squeezes her shampoo onto his hand and begins to work up a lather. The scent wafts into her nostrils, and for a moment, her chest begins to constrict again. She trains her eyes on his face and does not look away.
This is Mulder, she tells herself. Mulder, who would never hurt you, who cares for you deeply, who doesn’t want to let you out of his sight tonight because he was so frightened of losing you. Gradually, her breathing returns to normal, and Mulder smiles encouragingly at her.
“Samantha, on the other hand, almost never got ear infections,” he continues, rinsing the shampoo out of her hair, studiously guarding her eyes with his other hand. “She didn’t do swim team, though, so she had less exposure to the water than I did. One time, though….” He smiles wryly. “She did get one, after a nasty cold. And my mother, for one reason or another, was out for the evening, and it was bath time, so I figured I’d wash her hair for her.” He rubs conditioner on his hands and spreads it through her hair, massaging her scalp in a way that has her nearly groaning with pleasure. “I had her lie on the counter, just like I always did… only, her hair was long, unlike mine, and I never thought to make sure to keep her hair out of the drain. It got caught in the gears of the garbage disposal, and no matter what I did, I couldn’t work it free.” He rinses out the conditioner. “So I went for the kitchen scissors, and… well… let’s just say our mother had to take Sam the the hairdresser’s first thing in the morning to fix the worst haircut she ever had.” Scully laughs, and most of the remaining tension leaves her chest.
“It’s a good thing you didn’t tell me that story before you offered to do this,” she says. “I might not have agreed.” Mulder laughs.
“Nah, there’s no garbage disposal in this sink,” Mulder says. He turns the water off and hands Scully a dry towel. “Okay, you’re all done.” She sits up and dries her hair off, smiling at him gratefully, shyly.
“Thank you,” she says. “I know hair-washing doesn’t really fall into the list of expectations partners should have for each other.” Mulder’s expression softens, and he reaches for her hand.
“Scully,” he says, “you can expect me to have your back, always. No matter what that entails. You need me to cover you while you’re charging in to save the day? You got it. You need me to play beauty shop late at night in a cheap motel room?” He reaches over, towel in hand, and catches a stream of water dripping from her hair down her neck before it reaches her shoulder. “I’m there. Whatever you need, Scully, I wanna be there for you. Always.”
*tour guide’s voice* and over here you have the SKAM fandom losing their kollektiv shit because the trailer for next sesong might drop at any time but they have no clue when *pauses, places a hand on their heart* aren’t they something special?