Every time its always Dean who ‘makes the call’ to Cas, how Sam knows this is the deal.
Every time Dean moves away from Sam, or waits for him to go, then calls.
How Dean was so confused in 10x21 when he picked up Sam’s phone and Cas was calling it. How when they do talk have clearly been on the phone for a while and right at the end, when in front of Sam, Dean switches to the case and ends with a perfunctory ‘ok let us know’ or ‘keep us posted’ (most recent example 12x13) ….
It reminds me of how open Dean was on the phone with Cas when Sam wasn’t there in 12x02.
How it’s been shown that they clearly call and text in between those that we see on camera.
It reminds me of his physical reactions, side glancing at Sam when they’re on speakerphone, straightening himself and the conversation out when it might digress because Sam is there….
Exactly how he reacted when he was caught off guard and grinning over the idea of cute fluffy koalas and had to immediately pull his face back to neutral once he realised.
Sooo I finally watched the “denial” interview. I think I hyped it up so much in my head that I expected it to be awful but it really wasn’t that bad. Here’s a few things that stood out to me:
1. Cait looked like she wanted the ground to open up and swallow her as soon as Rik mentioned the letter, even though she was the one who originally brought it up. I wonder if she regretted saying that as soon as the words left her mouth.
2. The way Sam said “myself and Caitriona are oBvIoUslY not together” reminded me of this;
3. What was this reaction? What’s soOoOoOo hilarious?
4. Tobias knows.
5. This look…………
6. Sam saying “we wanted to reveal today that me and Rik are…” That’s an interesting sentence. Were you reading reveal talk on Tumblr, Mr Heughan? Or did you come up with that all by yourself?
Nothing else really to say. I definitely don’t think it was a genuine denial. Sam acted as if he was reading off a script but his mannerisms gave him away. It was clear that L*nette intended on getting them to talk shit about fans, which isn’t okay, especially at a fan event. She seemed as though she was just waiting for them to go on a long rant about shippers and I’m sure if they did, she would have rammed it down our throat for months. The whole topic just seemed unnecessary to me. Great interview otherwise. Hopefully next time they’ll have something more positive to say about their supportive and dedicated fans who do so much for them.
during the rpg scene I feel that Charlie, Frank and Dee are aware that what they are witnessing is actually a really intimate moment between Mac and Dennis. Dennis is constantly looking back at them as if he’s uncomfortable with everyone watching
and the only one who’s 100% okay with this is Mac, because Mac is always so… open with his emotions, really?? he’s not ashamed of his feelings, even if others might think he’s desperate or needy (think about the way he asks for love from his parents). and the only thing that was stopping him from acting on his feelings for Dennis was not being out, but now that he is he doesn’t conceal anything anymore (that s12 finale, god!!). BUT compare that with Dennis’s reaction. he’s trying so hard not to cry or smile too much, lowering his voice and making the weirdest facial expressions. it reminds me of Dee’s reaction to Charlie’s song in this episode: she’s about to cry but she starts mocking him to cover up her feelings
you are 👍👍💯💯👍👍💯💯👏👏👏BEAUTIFUL dont youmind what everyone says or does you ARE PERFECT THE WAY YOU ARE you got 💯💯💯👍NATURAL BEAUTY, child, the other princes GOT NOTHIN ON YOU you are PERFECTION PERSONIFIED SO YOUBETTER WALK WITH YOURCHIN UP SKYHIGH WITHORWITHOUT MAKEUP YOU ARE FREAKINAMAZING
So i just started watching the kdrama Scarlet Heart (Ryeo?)
Other than being on the badminton team to get out of having to take a gym class, you steered clear of sports. You hated the people, the double standards, and most importantly the fact that most of the school’s budget went to sports. You took part in theater and choir and dance and art and practically any visual/performing arts activity the school had to offer. By the end of your freshman year, you were helping out at the local elementary and middle schools that were putting on plays. Star basketball player, Zach Dempsey’s little sister was apart of play productions at her school.
After coming to one of her plays that you’d helped put on, you noticed Zach has made an effort to come over and speak with you. He seemed a little shy, but the two of you carried on a conversation perfectly fine. The week after that, you noticed Zach making an effort to talk to you every day. You didn’t think anything of it on the first day. Or the second. But things got suspicious after that. His friends started being nice to you. Justin started walking you to some of your classes, Sheri complimented your makeup. Marcus even offered to help you study. None of these people had really talked to you before. You stayed guarded. Your best friend had a history of dating jocks, but other than that, jocks had nothing to do with your personal life.
On this day, your best friend had gone home sick, the two of you didn’t drive, so you usually walked home together. With her absence, your earbuds became your friend for the walk home. You were still walking down the street in front of the school when you were jolted by a honk. You looked over to see a car driving by you slowly. The back seat held none other than Zach and Marcus. Justin filled the passenger seat, while Bryce drove.
“Need a lift home, Y/N?” You hear Bryce say, laughing under his breath. All the boys were staring at you, obviously waiting for an answer.
“Um, I’m fine, but thanks.” You went to put your earbud back in and continue on your walk.
“Got homework to do?” Justin asked. You swallowed. Not making direct eye contact with any of them.
"A lot, which is why I’m gonna get going.” You put the earbud in quickly this time. Walking off at a fast rate. They were, of course, in a car though, and you couldn’t exactly speed walk away from a car under most circumstances.
"We could get you there faster.” Marcus laughed. You could hear their various comments no matter how loud you played your music. Finally, you yanked both earbuds out.
"I’m really not trying to be a bitch. Really, I’m not. And I know none of you are used to hearing the word no. But there’s a first time for everything. No, I do not want to ride with you. I want to walk home, alone, listening to the music I want to listen to. I’ll see all of you at school tomorrow.”
You looked up at the sky, dark clouds were taking over, as well as winds. You, being in a short sleeve T shirt, crossed your arms over you chest and sped up, wanting to get home before the rain started. A minute later, you looked over and they were gone. You breathed a sigh of relief.
"Uh, Y/N?” You jump, startled once again. You look up to see Zach walking next to you. He grinned at you.
"I’ve been here for a solid minute, and you haven’t noticed. What is that you’re on, twitter?” You glared at him, walking even faster now.
"This could probably qualify as harassment. Where’d the car go?” You look around in the surrounding Parking lots and on the streets.
“I told them to go on without me. I wanted to talk to you.” He rubbed the back of his neck nervously, still looking at you.
"Yeah, okay.” You mumbled, staring at the ground. You suddenly felt drops on your arms and on your head. It was beginning to rain.
“Shit.” You found yourself mumbling again.
You walked faster, not wanting the papers in your backpack to be completely drenched. You soon realized that Zach was a lot faster than you and could keep up with you. And suddenly, you had his letterman jacket draped over you.
"I’m fine.” You grumbled. He simply chuckled.
“You’re soaked.” He corrected. You rolled your eyes.
"And now you will be to.” He was in a tight blue T shirt, his arms crossed like yours. He smiled at you.
"Better me than you.” You gave him a side eye glance. He wanted to play gentleman, did he?
"Since when do I exist to you?” You adjusted the jacket to where it covered your head.
“What are you talking about? We’ve been friends since elementary school.” You scoffed, pursing your lips.
"Aren’t we friends?” You could feel him looking at you. You walked faster, he knew you weren’t friends before this. He knew you hadn’t talked since you’d been paired up in seventh grade science for a project.
"Do you really think we qualify as friends, Zach? Do you really think that?” You looked up at him. He looked a little hurt, but maybe like he knew you were right.
"Look, I know we just started hanging out but-” you stopped abruptly, catching him off guard.
"Hanging out? You call you and your friends following me around for a week straight ‘hanging out’? I call it creepy.” His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. He hadn’t expected you to be so harsh and brash.
"I’m sorry okay? It’s just, my sister loved working with you so much and it just reminded me of some stuff.” He pushed his now sopping hair out of his face. You were a block away from your house, so you started walking again.
"Stuff being?” You persisted, though you walked ahead so you couldn’t see his reaction.
"It reminded me of why you’re the only girl I’ve ever really had a crush on.” You stopped. Sure, you were in front of your house, but you also couldn’t move. Zach Dempsey had a crush on you? Key word being had, but still.
"How? When? Where? W-” he cut you off this time. You were still in front of him but you heard him let out a sigh.
"Justin and them- they’re better than they seem. But they don’t get biology, or why I love it. Do you remember when we were paired up in Ms. Milton’s class in middle school for a project?” Zach looked at you. You opened the white picket fence that shut you away from your yard, walking inside the property.
"You can come in, Zach.” You held the fence open. He shuffled quickly inside. He looked surprised that you’d even invited him in. You walked up the path way and up to your porch, unlocking your front door.
"It’s not fancy like yours, but it’s home.” You held the door open for him once again and he walked inside, looking around.
"I’ll get you a towel.” You ran up the stairs, soon coming back down, handing him the towel. You gestured for him to follow you as you walked into the living room to sit on the couch. He sat next to you.
"What were you saying about Ms. Milton?” You didn’t want to let on that you knew exactly what had occurred in Ms. Milton’s class.
"Well- we were partners for a project. And- I let you pick the animal we’d do the project on. You picked whales. And I became so interested in sea life after that project. Now I wanna be a marine biologist. It all started in Ms. Milton’s.” He stared at you. He was serious. He’d been in love with you since the seventh grade.
"Yeah? Well you stopped talking to me in high school. I stopped mattering to any sports player once high school hit.” You didn’t make eye contact with him.
"Okay. Well, I thought I’d never have a chance as soon as I became a basketball player. But I’ve liked you so much- ever since middle school.” You looked up he was scratching the back of his neck.
"You do that when you get nervous.” You pointed out. He laughed a little.
"Oh yeah? When you’re anxious or nervous, you pick your nail polish off.” He was right. That was a nervous tick you had. Maybe he wasn’t such a liar after all.
"Listen, I’m sorry if the boys started to bombard you. They just- they hook up with a ton of girls and they were worried because I wasn’t into any girls they sent my way. When I finally told them about my.. thing for you, they went a bit nuts.”
You laughed a little. Justin and Marcus fucked anything that walked at parties. Bryce’s dad set it up so he could order strippers and prostitutes to come whenever he wanted. Zach was different from his friends. Everyone in the school knew it.
"Do you wanna stay for dinner Zach?” You blushed a little as you looked his way.
"Sure, but can I take you out for some food tomorrow night? Just us?”
You felt yourself blushing again. Defensive? Sure you were. But your heart was already fluttering at the idea of going to dinner with Zach Dempsey.
You saying “I love when you kiss + hug me because it reminds me you love me.”
Got7 reaction when their says “ I love it when you kiss me and hug me because it remind that you love me ” .
The first thing he would do is laugh a little, but not, because he thought it was funny. He’d be a little embarrassed, but overall he would try to come up with some kind of “snarky” remark. However after his remark he’d kiss you and then giggle a little after.
“Yeah well I have been told I give the best kisses, you need to up your game.” *then he proceeds to kiss and hug you*
He would start giggling all happily after you told him. He’d give you kisses all over your body (in a non-sexual way) and he would keep making comments about how cute you are. Then he’d hug you from behind, still wearing his cute big smile saying,
“No amount of kisses or hugs in this world could add up to how much I love you baby.”
He would get kinda quiet. Like he was a little shocked that you liked his affection. Although I don’t think he would be a person to give much affection, he would start trying to give more. Just because he wants to make you smile and laugh.
“Hmmm, jagi did I kiss you today?”
*kisses you* “There”
At first he’d joke about how cheesy it sounded. But then he’d look at you closely and smile when he realized you were being serious. He’d find it the cutest thing, in fact he’d even put reminders on his phone for you.
“Look, these are your daily kiss/hug times but I still feel it’s not enough hmm.” *shows reminders for every hour of each day*
This boy would get so happy. He’d be smiling so much, and laughing a little. His arms would wrap around you and he’d pull you in really close to him. He would start leaving kisses all over your face too.
“I love your kisses more than you could ever like mine.”
His face would instantly turn into the biggest happiest smile ever. He would start questioning you like ‘Really? Me?’ and when you said yes it would make him even happier. He would start giving you really sweet kisses, while he was still smiling with his extremely happy grin.
“I can’t believe you love my kisses jagi!”
*proceeds to radiate sunshine*
This baby would start smiling so hard. He’d nuzzle his face in your neck & give you a quick peck. Then he would pull you closer and give you like forty kisses on your forehead.
“Ill give you a million kisses and hugs to show you just how much I love you jagi.”
Exo Reaction #14 - You wear a shirt with another members name on it to sleep in
Reaction from BTS EXO and Monsta X when they see you wearing a shirt with another member’s name on it to go to sleep
a/n: I just love when Tumblr Deletes all my work once I’ve completely finished so I have to start all over again .-. SO MUCH
Xiumin: He’s just glaring at Baekhyun every chance he gets now, knowing Baek doesn’t know why but secretly thinking he does.
He just gets a little paranoid and makes sure you two don’t spend too much time alone together
Suho: the gif is him watching you unwrap ALL THE SUHO MERCHENDISE he got you
“Oooh babe here’s another one!! There’s so much clothing here that you might not have room for your other clothes! Especially that Yixing shirt that you have hahahaha”
Kai: Kyungsoo is his best friend, but that won’t stop him from trying to get all your attention on him whenever he sees you two together. He doesn’t want to be jealous, and he isn’t really but… He just wants you to pay attention to him too!
They ate in pleasant silence. The
only noise in the flat was the movie, and occasionally Rosie’s whines for some
of Sherlock’s food. She found her place back in his lap and decided to join
them in their movie-watching. The men laughed at her lip covered in drool from
the sight of their food, eventually, Sherlock gave in and let her have some of
the rice which he softened for her. Every other bite, John would put his fork
down and watch Sherlock. He looked on fondly as the man would sigh and give
Rosie more rice, when a particularly exciting scene happened in the movie and
Sherlock stopped moving to watch it, he was happy to see Sherlock happy and
content. He was excited at the fact that Sherlock was happy and content with him.
The lights were off and John couldn’t help but bask in Sherlock’s silhouette from
the TV light. How could a man be so beautiful and find someone like him worthy
of their time?
“The dragon is starting to grow
on me, John…John?” Sherlock turned to face him and John’s cheeks reddened at
being caught staring.
“Oh um…yeah, Smaug. He actually
reminds me of you.”
Sherlock smirked at John’s
reaction and replied, “Oh yes, because I too have a penchant for breathing
fire, and, as others so helpfully point out, my voice is quite deep.”
“Well, yeah, that stuff too but I
think, for me at least, it’s because you protect things so vehemently. You go
through all these lengths to protect things that are important to you, whether
it’s a person or thing.”
“If we’re drawing parallels then,
just like Smaug, I’m protecting just one thing with my life.”
John’s eyes met Sherlock’s and
they both stared at each other smiling, Rosie the only one firmly attentive
with the movie. John turned to the television and shoved another forkful of
food in his mouth. “Or, you know maybe it’s because you’re just a hotheaded hoarder.”
Sherlock snorted and took another
helping of his food. “Maybe, John.”
It was then that John realized
that he missed Sherlock so much. The house felt different without him, even
when Mary was still alive. There just wasn’t that banter that he was so
accustomed to with Sherlock. The thought left him smiling into his food for the
rest of the film. John took care of the food as Sherlock put Rosie to bed. She
had fallen asleep halfway into the marathon, but the two were so comfortable
laying on each other that they didn’t move until after the third movie. John
stood in the doorway of his daughter’s room and watched as Sherlock gently set
her down in her crib and rubbed her back when she stirred. Thankfully, she
stayed asleep and John could let the breath out that he was holding.
“Ready for bed, Mr. Holmes?”
“Just let me change and I’ll join
John perked up at the very real
and very exciting prospect of sleeping with Sherlock Holmes. He nodded and walked
into the room to prepare the bed. It had been so long since he’s slept with
another person in the bed, and the fact that it was Sherlock, his best friend,
best man, the…the man he loved, it made the man simply giddy. Was Sherlock just
as excited as he was? He hoped so. As soon as John was dressed and ready for
bed, Sherlock came in wearing his classic grey t-shirt and striped pants.
“So, this is where I’ll be until
further notice?” Sherlock was joking as he walked to his side of the bed and
lifted the covers.
“There’s always the sofa, if you
want to be picky.” John was just as playful with his response.
They settled in under the covers,
and John closed his eyes letting the warmth from his bedmate lull him to sleep.
It would have been the fastest he’s ever fallen asleep until he heard Sherlock’s
small voice whisper, “John?”
“Yes?” Their voices were made
gentle and soft by fatigue.
He could see Sherlock’s form sit
and he too propped himself up on his elbows to listen to what the man had to
After a long bout of silence, he
heard Sherlock say, “You called me great today.”
“I did.” John then thought back
to the context in which he said it and then immediately he felt like an ass,
maybe they weren’t back to that level of joking yet, he overstepped his
boundaries, he fucked up, he fucked up bad… “I’m not great, John.”
“Sherlock I’m sorry…”
“Let me finish.” Sherlock’s voice
sounded so painfully raw and John’s instinct was to sit up fully and place a
hand on his back. He would listen to whatever it was that Sherlock had to say, they
would stay up all night if that made him feel better.
“Yeah, of course, whatever you
“…You called me great today, and
I’m not, John. I’ve never been great. No one’s ever referred to me as such,
therefore I must not be. But I’ve never truly felt ‘great’ until I met you.”
John’s breath hitched in his
throat at that.
“From the day we met you never
once failed to call me every variation of the word ‘brilliant’ or ‘extraordinary’.
You’ve always made me feel like I belonged, like it was okay to be me, that I
am doing good…even when I have trouble believing it some days.”
John bit his cheek to prevent any
noise from escaping his body. Sherlock wasn’t finished.
“When I’m with you John, I think
I really am ‘The Great Sherlock Holmes’, and it makes me happy. But then I
realized…I wouldn’t be great if you weren’t amazing.”
John cupped a hand over his mouth
to let Sherlock finish. Even in the darkness of the night he could see Sherlock’s
smile, so warm, so bright, so wonderful. God, he was so pretty.
“So, let me say this now. John
Watson, I think you’re the most amazing, and bravest man that one could ever
hope to meet and how lucky I am to have met you.”
John didn’t respond. How could
he? What did he, a worn-down war vet, ever do to make a man like Sherlock
Holmes, find him worth his time? As if Sherlock knew what he was thinking, he simply
wrapped his arms around John’s small body and pressed a kiss to his forehead
when he heard John’s tiny whimper into his shirt.
“You don’t have to say anything
right now, I just wanted to tell you that before I scared myself into never
telling you, like so many other things I’ve been meaning to say but never have…”
They fell asleep like that,
embraced and inhaling the scent of the other. The last thing that John
remembered thinking was that he didn’t want Sherlock to leave.
Oh boy, this was 1k words guys! Hopefully you guys were satisfied with this chapter, it was a pleasure to write, and hopefully the next parts will be just as good!