Bon’s Midnight Screechings: 3x06 ‘A Malcolm’ (3 of ?)
THE FERGUS REUNION WAS
E V E R Y T H I N G
I FREAKING LOVE CÉSAR. I honestly had no clue what to expect from him but he really DOES have that boyish innocence and sincerity that reminded me of Romann and I LOVE HIM AND WANT TO SQUISH HIS FACE
You’ve grown up into such a handsome young man!
-FERGUS YOU WEE FOX !!! YOU KNOW HOW CUTE YOU ARE
-ALTERNATELY YOU AWKWARD GOOBER WHO CAN”T GET WORDS RIGHT AT THE MOMENT BECAUSE YOUR MAMAN JUST CAME BACK ON THE SCENE AND SHE LOOKS SO BEAUTIFUL AND OMG MOMMMMMMMM
Oh my god i LOVED how Claire reacted to his wooden hand
Firstly, can we just all back up (because this has been known for a while) and take a collective HALLELUJAH that the writers 86ed the whole hook-hand thing?
I shit you not, I’ve had a pet peeve about fake hooks for a LONG time. IT MAKES THEIR FUCKING ARM LOOK LONGER AND IT’S SO FUCKING OBVIOUS UNLESS YOU’VE GOT CAPTAIN-HOOK FRILLY SLEEVES AND THAT”S JUST ABSURD AND URGHHHHH IT BUGS ME LITERALLY EVERY TIME
So for me the wooden hand is a MAGICALLY WONDERFUL adaptation
OKAY BUT MOVING ON
I just adore that moment where Claire acknowledges the hand, and then touches it, just like she would a real one, as if to say ‘hey, i’m here. This doesn’t scare me. I love you.”
OH, and then Fergus’s moment after Claire’s talking about America, where he’s just staring and grinning again because it’s all too much and he’s so happy I just I JUST SIMPLY CANNA, YOU GUYS!!! I DON’T KNOW WHY YOU THOUGHT I COULD. I C A N N A
AND THEN HE HUGS HER AGAIN AND GRINS LIKE A FOOL
OKAY…… ACTUALLY MOVING ON THIS TIME
So, THE WILLOUGHBY STUFF!
I was so pleasantly surprised by Willoughby! He has such a sweetness and a friendliness that I didn’t really get from the audiobook reading. So wistful and wonderful!
HE LICKED MY ELBOW!!!!! I was HOWLING!!!!!! This is was so bloody hilarious. The hoor played this magnificently
Claire Ran—MALCOLM. Bet ya thought he was gonna say Fraser
I’m a little nervous about Jamie’s sternness with Willoughby. Hear me, I know it’s true to the book, but yikes, I so much want show!Jamie and Claire to show a lot more cultural sensitivity and correctness in this regard. Claire calling him YI Tien Cho is a really nice touch in this regard, though, so hopefully Claire will be able to school her man a bit
Oh, I LOVE that the ‘first wife’ thing is said in Chinese. It always seemed to me in hindsight that it should have rung ALL the alarm bells for Claire, hearing that.
Rollin’ up to the hoorhoose
WOWZA there are literally people fucking in the background! FUN TIMES!
Watching Jeanne’s reaction (BTW, this is my actual middle name, spelled right, too!), Claire is secretly thinking JESUS CHRIST, these French bitches always hanging all over my Gingernut muffin. Stick with your pain au chocolat. This spicy treat is SPOKEN FOR
Climbing the stairway to heaven, i like, i like
LMAO HAI MOANING NEIGHBORS. SO FREAKING AWK
The awkwardness over the brothel conversation. I love Sam’s delivery of that “Oh, nah!”
“I have burned for you so long, do you not know that? But I am no longer the man you once knew. […] No, I don’t want you to go.” THIS DELIVERY. IS. SO . MUCH. BETTER. THAN. I. COULD. HAVE DREAMED.
“Whoever you are James Fraser. YES. I do want you.”
COCKBLOCKED BY DINNER!!! ((THE LOOK SHE GIVES JAMIE ON THE WAY OUT IS BEYOND PRECIOUS. HONESTLY, SHOUT OUT TO ALL THESE SUPPORTING ACTORS IN THIS EPISODE, I”M ENJOYING THEIR LITTLE TOUCHES SO TREMENDOUSLY)))
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A/N: Here you go guys. I received more likes than I thought. So I upload the first part. I hope you like it as much as I do. Also Ereena Valenza is an OC of a friend of mine and besides the known characters of Sherlock every other perso mentioned in it is imagined by me.
Word count: 2140 (sorry for mistakes you may find) Warnings: None (I think)
= Your Name Your Last Name (Y/H/S) = Your Hair Style (Y/H/L) = Your Hair Legnth (Y/H/C) = Your Hair Color (Y/E/C)
= Your Eye Color
A cold wind blew in the air of Paris. It was in the early evening of
October 1929. Cars were driving in the muddy roads of the French
city, a few horses here and there were also seen, rare in this time
when you had the money for one of this useful vehicles.
of these vehicles drove near the old Opera House, which held an
auction of all the reminding items in the old building. Out came a
Lady in her 40‘s with blond hair that already had a few little grey
strands in it. She wore a green coat that ended by hear knees and had
brown fur at the end of it. Together with a Nurse she helped an elder
men out of the car and helped him into a Wheelchair. „Thank you
love.“ the man said in a gruff voice. The blond Lady smiled to the
man. „But of course Father. It is time for me to return what you
gave me all your life.“ With that the Woman walked first to the
Opera followed by the nurse who pulled the wheelchair.
You stared at the man in front of you. Your eyes were locked in his gaze. His wide brown eyes looking at you with such intensity, it made your blood flow faster. Your eyes wandered through his features- his beautiful dark skin, his long nose, his full lips, and the facial hair that rested on the bottom half of his face. God, any other man could have the same features, but how did this man look like those features were created to be on his face? Everything was so perfect, you couldn’t help but stare. How did it come to this? How did this happen? How did you end up in the front step of Thomas Jefferson’s estate, having the most intense staring competition in the history of time?
i swear this fucking fandom… at first i was all like shut up y’all this is a dream sequence and now here we are a day later theories through the roof (which i love) and i swear if this is sarah pretending to be cosima i will just lose my entire mind
A notification lit up your phone while dinging. Rolling over, you mentally smack yourself in the face as the time read ‘1:00 AM.’ Checking the notification, a “Youtube” logo took over the screen then followed by a black and white screen. “Hello mes amours!” a stunning man appeared on screen. You fiddled with the volume so your roommates, Eliza, her boyfriend Alexander, and your freckled friend John Laurens, wouldn’t wake up. The video continued on after you pressed play. “Exciting news! I get to go to America to visit mon meilleurs amis (my best friends)! Oui! Je suis très excité (I am very excited)!” the man beamed on, smiling a wide, toothy grin. “There is Eliza, elle est une femme très intelligente et merveilleux (She is a very intelligent and beautiful woman) and she is letting me stay with her so I don’t have to travel far from my two other friends Alexander and John!” You couldn’t decide if you were to grin or let your jaw go slack. “Is Lafayette, the man I’ve been talking to everyday since last year, talking about MY Eliza and MY John Laurens!? The grinning, French heart throb is going to be rooming with us!?” You unknowingly, let your jaw go slack. In the room next to yours, you hear a man verbally groan then slam his fists against the wall.
My favorite Septic boys in the order of most favorite to least favorite
Sean/Jack (( dude means the world to me ))
Anti (( he’s a very close second and was the first ego I was properly introduced to. I had known about him for a while but didn’t really care till I came across some music videos done of him. They peaked my curiosity and I then came across CartoonJunkie’s and Deadperson’s/Maskman’s Anti’s and really started getting into him then. The events that happened in October were what got me fully into the Anti fandom. ))
Chase (( he’s just so full of the goofy, childlike wonder and innocence in Jack that I love. ))
Marvin (( I see him as acting a lot like Jack, just more feisty and sarcastic. Plus, I love magic ))
Bingsepticeye (( not many people seem to care about this fan made ego but I adore him. Again, similar to Jack but with a sweet, sunny disposition that matches his dandelion colored hair ))
Robbie (( the sweet little zomboy has really wormed his way into my heart ))
Shneeplestein (( who doesn’t love a zany German doctor? ))
Jaques Septìc (( most people seem to think he’s Schneep but I see him as Schneep’s half french cousin, or perhaps an alternate reality of Schneep we’re he followed his dreams instead of becoming a doctor. Either way, I like his sass. He don’t take shit from nobody ))
Jackaboy/Jackieboy Man (( a silly, but well meaning superhero, what’s not to like? ))
Angus Samuel Hunter aka The Survival Hunter (( his appearances in videos always gave me a chuckle ))
S-3-4-N (( finally got some ideas for him. An android given the memories and personality of a young detective who died way before his time ))
Think that’s all of the ones I’ve heard of. I love them all, don’t let their position on the list say otherwise.
Are you still taking fic tropes? If so, "Fake date for some stuffy formal event"
AU where Emily isn’t the easy solution to this XD
“Oh, come on, Dr Z! You’re the only one who isn’t already going with someone!” Lena leant half her body across the counter of the medical bay, her fingertips curling over the other side of it.
Angela, who was in the middle of adding some figures to one of her studies on the far wall, glanced briefly at her. She seemed pleasantly entertained. “Don’t you think I might be a little too old for it to believable, Lena?”
“No!” Lena told her, her breath fogging up the counter in front of her. “Plus, you’re coming with me so it’s not like all those pompous old snobs are going to be, like, carding you at the door or something. I wouldn’t worry about it.”
Lena could see the reflection of Angela’s smile in her vid window as she kept tapping away at the screen. “I still don’t see why you can’t just go alone. Amelie might not even go to the dinner.”
Pfft, in Lena’s dreams. “She most certainly will go,” she said immediately. “Now she’s dating that horrible CEO, she’ll definitely want to rub it in my face.” She put on her best French accent. ‘Hon hon, look at me, I’m shagging a man who owns half the world, and you still live in that dingey little flat in East London with your one-eyed moggy cat’.”
Angela still looked entertained. “I still don’t see what me arriving on your arm is going to achieve. Amelie knows us. She knows we wouldn’t have, well…” She searched for a polite description.
“Shacked up?” Lena offered.
Angela grimaced. “Well, I wouldn’t have put it quite like that, but yes.”
“Then we can make her believe it?” Lena said, and when Angela got that kind of soft, sympathetic expression she always put on before she said ‘no’ to something, Lena pushed herself up on the counter, hurdled it, and then hopped down the other side and blinked up to her. “Please?” she asked, hanging heavily off Angela’s arm. “Please, Dr Z? Widowmaker was dead awful the last time I had to go to one of those things, and it’s not like I can’t just not go, I’m getting an award! But it will look really tragic if I show up by myself, she’ll tease me the whole night.”
Angela opened her mouth to say what was a very gentle ‘no’, but when she saw Lena’s eyes, her own softened, and her shoulders relaxed a little. She spent a moment considering Lena. “Is it that important to you?” Lena nodded, and Angela took a deep breath.
Lena could feel her spirits lift as Angela’s resolve melted. “Please? I’ll dress up all posh, I promise. No sneakers!”
Angela gave her a sigh, and got back to her data. “Well, alright, then. But I’d like to be home by midnight, if that suits you. I have a lot of work to–”
“YES!” Angela got clamped around the middle by two very enthusiastic arms. “Thanks, Doc! You’ll have fun, I promise. These things always have simply amazing food, and loads and loads of really nice wine!”
Despite the prospect of those things, Angela didn’t look any more enthusiastic. “Well,” she said as Lena detached from her middle. “I suppose you’d better start calling me ‘Angela’, then.”
Well, looking for international people to chill, chitchat and have some
conversations about existence and shit. I hope we can meet one
day also! This is my repost btw, because well, I’ve met truly awesome
people and since I’m super bored lately, why not.
Anyways, hmm so let’s start with in which house I am lmao, thus
Slytherin. Slutherin whatever. You can add that slut part with the
language slut part since I love learning languages a lot! I wouldn;’t
mind speaking French with you. German is for me still a pain in the arse
and not decent enough lol. I’d like to learn and improve some
Vietnamese, Arabic, Russian and Spanish!
Besides that I love lightning gazing, making my own mixtapes, I lowkey
love parties, taekwondo and man travelling of course. I’m going to
Barcelona this year wooo and I hope Paris too because I miss Paris
goddamn very much. I’m that kid who thinks she can read maps and knows
the way but nOOoo whoops we’re lost again. I can be impulsive sometimes
and I’ve got zero planning when it comes to travelling so yeah. I don’t
know where we eventually end up with this attitude. (But it’s
About my future plans uuhmm complicated shit because besides zero
planning, I’m also very very bad at deciding. Like taking a gapyear or
not? Working during the gapyear or leaving for the whole year? Studying
abroad or not? What. To Study? (Although I’ve been thinking about
International studies and music stuff and something with the Middle East
and Africa) Dilemmas mate. I’m gonna be so gratefull if you’ve got
advice and shit and if you’re gonna be my tutor or something haha. Don´t
let your dreams be memes guys.
I think that’s it I guess. I mean there’s probably much more. You’ll
figure it out once we’ve chatted. Oh and btw, I prefer chatting on
Whatsapp over Tumblr and email so feel free to ask my number!
Uhm 18 or older would be nice oh and I can´t do snail mail because I´m broke. My bills man
- white dresses, green fields, dripping fruit, french countryside, bare feet, flushed cheeks, black and white photographs, laughter, red bandana in my hair, farmers market
- deep reds, black nail polish, taking no shit, drunken nights, piercing eyes, snake symbolism, leather jackets
- dreamy 70s eyes, everything is rosy, sweet lips, heavenly voices, dizzy and day dreaming and free, flowers in my hair
- laid back, geeky, nerdy movie tshirts, messy hair, stacks of books, ponytails, collectors items
- water nymphs, naked by the ocean, shimmering in the sunlight, singing sweetly, untouchable by man, one with the water, deep dark seas, seaweed in my hair, freckled skin
I was sleeping, when somebody opened my door, shuffled through my desk, stole something, then left. (My room did not look my my actual room, but that is typical for dreams.) I then heard men talking in the hall with French accents. I got out of bed, then took off my pants, thinking that the sight of me nude would help me startle them. I went to the door, threw it open, and shouted, “What’s up, assholes?”
One guy was sitting in a chair. He had a beard and a hat. He was wearing a jumpsuit, as were the other men. There were a lot of them, milling about. Nobody ran away. The sitting man looked at me lazily. My stomach dropped as I realized this was not a simple burglary. “Where…where are my parents?” I asked.
He gestured to the kitchen. “They are this way,” he said, although I didn’t believe him. Then he said, “We are building an empire.”
This scared the shit out of me, and I woke up for real.
REQUEST: Edward nygma falling in love this you imagine please and also your blog is teally good
FANDOM: Edward Nygma [Gotham]
AUTHOR: MK (purityimagines)
TAGS: Ed’s POV, Y/LN/ = your last name
I didn’t bother giving out any more riddles to Ms. Y/L/N. Poor girl needed a break from all the hard work and almost got attacked by a criminal that the officers were trying to strangle back. The funny part was that one of the officers sprayed their cologne on the culprit and he flew behind the bars before uncovering his eyes.