I know people are discouraged that sherlock didn’t just say he’s gay in the scene about irene but the one thing to remember is that it wasn’t his moment. sure, john was putting the focus on sherlock but it wasn’t actually about sherlock, it was about john expressing what he needed to express. not only was it narratively not the time yet, it also would have been emotionally inappropriate to confront any of this in that moment. instead, sherlock went along with it as far as john needed to say his piece and begin to heal. they will get there but they’re not there yet, there’s still a whole lot more for us to get through first.
Friendly reminder that Ladybug not having romantic feelings for Chat Noir doesn’t mean she’s pushing him away. It just means she doesn’t have romantic feelings for him right now. The fact that most people here think that’s somehow equivalent to not wanting to be close with him is really annoying, especially on a website that constantly has posts about how romantic love is not a more powerful bond than friendly love.
This is why she’s consistently written as not appreciating their partnership as much as Chat Noir. Somehow her showing little interest in the idea of dating him has been twisted into her putting up these walls between them, as if she could only ever have a really strong bond with Chat Noir when she finally stops being stubborn and opens her heart to the idea of him romantically. Well, that’s crap. I think Ladybug has shown time and again in season one that she trusts Chat Noir a great deal, and she displays a special bond with him that she has with no one else. Not responding to his flirtations 100% of the time doesn’t mean she’s not open with him. That sounds like an awfully typical premise of a sexist rom com.
Inspired by my personal fave Kureith interpretations in fics written by @fenri @lycoria @Ithiel_Dragon@eunzos, and special thanks to @captainkogane / @naou who introduced me to the perfection that is Howl <3 and who listened to me whine non-stop while working on this…
does anyone remember that touch meme from like 2 years ago?? bc back then i did that w jm and for a while ive been wanting to redo/update it bc idk for whatever reason drawing visual headcanons like these are my favorite thing to do???
so here we are time to kinkshame them straight to hell afsgdhfjh
EDIT: DAMMIT the underside of marco’s arms is supposed to be yellow for the friends one just save me my sanity and pretend it is please rip
THE HEROIC LEGEND OF ARSLAN: SEASON 1, VOLUME 4 BLU-RAY DVD TITULAR COVERi. Arslan & Hilmes poised against the sun-bathed vista of Peshawar.
ii. Illustration jacket by Ogiso Shingo.
*CHAPTER XI, ‘The Road to Peshawar’
*CHAPTER XII, ‘A Knight’s Loyalty’
*CHAPTER XIII, ‘Two Princes’
i ain’t even see The Night Of but I know for a fact that Riz Ahmed was better in it and more deserving of the Golden Globe than T Hiddles, and also Riz’s acceptance speech would have been straight fire instead of whatever that Mess was
The pocketbook that comes with this month’s G-Fantasy is super cute! No new art (thought as much), but what surprised me is the whole thing is very current-arc focused, no reapers, all S4 and P5, Bravat, Nina, Ciel and Sebastian, and Lizzy. Mey-Rin made it to December with that Christmas dancing picture. I also thought it would be more like a weekly planner, but I prefer calendar format things anyway so I’m happier with this than that
Like Ships In The Night (you keep passing me by) (5/?)
Enchanted Forest AU-Princess Emma does a reverse Cinderella and meets a Captain in a tavern instead of a Prince at a ball. It should have been a one-time thing but fate had other plans and they just keep meeting. Originally a one-shot birthday fic for @spartanguard but now a full on multichapter Extra thanks to @phiralovesloki for being a stellar and fast beta!
The woods were darker than Emma had expected. Clouds obscured the moon and stars and the trees were little more than shadows against the black. It was the kind of night that called for curling up by a fire, not tromping through the forest looking for an escaped pirate.
There was a pull on her wrist from the black fabric wrapped around it. Emma adjusted her direction, trusting the locator magic to lead her through the darkness. She fingered the rough cotton in the dark. The scarf Hook had used to keep her from calling Elsa’s guards hadn’t been a bad idea but with a locator potion added, it had become Emma’s personal pirate finder. Her father and his knights had clattered off toward the port assuming, as Emma had, that the pirate would commandeer a ship. By the time she had poured out the potion, it was too late to tell them that Captain Hook had fled to the forest and not the sea. Determined not to let him get too far away, Emma had set off at a gallop on a horse only to abandon it when the scarf pulled her into the deep woods.
She didn’t know where Hook was going, only that, once again, he had betrayed her. This time she was going to throw him in the dungeon where he belonged, where her father had wanted him to be from the beginning. Her mistake had been to think that she understood him, that because they had both been hurt by love they were similar. She had thought that his encounter with the Dark One had changed him, made him recognize the futility of his vengeance, made him want to be a part of something. She thought she had sensed it that night in her room and later in the council chamber, but she had been wrong. After Neal and Walsh, she should have known better, but the damn pirate had made her forget herself and forget the lesson she knew all too well–the only people she can trust is her family.
Suddenly the pull on her wrist stopped and Emma paused in confusion. Then she heard the crack of a twig from behind and on instinct, she ducked. The momentum of her attacker took him over her body and to the ground. In a flash, Emma was on top and sliding up to pin his biceps with her knees. She put her full weight forward and he hissed in pain. She grinned in triumph but the smile fell as a sharp pain pierced her thigh. She had forgotten about the hook.
“Ah! What the hell!” She rolled off and away, her right hand going to her thigh and her left pulling her dagger. She hadn’t expected an actual fight, hadn’t believed he would really hurt her despite his escape, but of course she had been wrong.
“Emma? Bloody hell, Emma! Are you hurt?” His shock and remorse made her loosen her hold on her dagger but not on her anger.
“You stabbed me with your hook! Of course I’m hurt,”
There was movement and suddenly he was beside her, his shadowed form becoming something recognizable close-up.
“Where?” Then his hand was on her knee and sliding upward as he probed for her wound. Heat flashed through her and she slapped his hand away. He drew back as if she had slapped his face.
For making me feel so fucking welcome and accepted in the Sterek fandom. I know I’ve never (or barely) talked to some of you, but I’ve seen you lurking in my notifications and I love you all. Thanks so fucking much guys <3