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Bnha fic recs

(warning, lots of shipping alert)mostly for @everyday6

But you got to get up at least once more by simkjrs | Izuku never gets a quirk, but pulls a one punch man without losing any hair, but with a shit ton more anxiety.

By far one of my absolute favorite bnha fanfics. 10/10, half read one too many times as i wait in suffering for the next chapter. Such great characterization and development, and they are literally tearing apart Katsuki’s and Izuku’s relationship until it’s healthy

know what i’ve made by the marks on my hands by simkjrs | otherwise known as the My Spirit Academia AU, where Quirks are actually powers bestowed upon people by spirit guardians. No one but Izuku can see them, but then again, he’s apparently not even supposed to exist ???

If you can’t tell, this author is by far one of my favorites. There’s only two chapters, but it’s already taking a turn that has me investing my soul into it

One Life for Them All (If That’s What It Takes) by AthanatosOra | Izuku, 11 years old, and he’s already begun training himself, with a knowledge of what’s to come that no one else has. And he runs around making friends with all of class 1A before they’re supposed to even know each other

This … this fic. So pure. So good. I’m in desperate need for more.

Daymare by IntrospectiveInquisitor | Izuku was born with a quirk, but being born Quirkless would have been better than living a life of fear - of himself. But that isn’t gonna stop him from trying to be a hero, to stop being from being afraid … like him

I only just recently discovered this fic, and it’s definitely super SUPER dark, very psychological, but i love it. And i sit and wait for the next beautiful update. It’s definitely amazing, but it’s probably not for everybody.


Sound Of You (With Me) by linkami1379 | Speech impediment Izuku transfers into the class, and Katsuki can’t seem to control the words that come out of his mouth. [Katsudeku}

Short and sweet and makes me gush every time i read it

daisies bunches and heather branchesby halcyonwhispers | Tattoo artist/florist AU. Need I say more to draw you in? [Katsudeku]

It’s literally so pure and wholesome and how can you not love the dynamic of the soft hearted florist and the tsundere tattoo artist

On The Run by Justaperson1718 | AU where All Might loses to One for All and a world now ransacked with villains, Izuku and Katsuki have to more than survive while also working out their differences - along with Izuku learning to pick up where All Might left off, and Katsuki slowly growing beyond his bad habits. [Katsudeku]

incredible relationship development and extremely accurate characterization, it brings me to near tears with how beautifully it’s written. 

I feel you by soulstring | “I don’t always take questionable substances from strangers but when I do I end up getting a second hand boner from my childhood friend’s feelings” - Midoriya Izuku, most likely. [Katsudeku]

Words cannot describe how much i adore this fanfic. It confronts so many issues while also being incredibly entertaining and 10/10 ok

 Falling by soulstring | He knows that Katsuki is cruel, and for the sake of looking down on him he could do something like this. But even so, if it was just to mess with him, Katsuki of all people should know better than to expect years of punches and cruel taunts will make him say yes. [Katsudeku]

Just … just go read this. It’s so so beautiful. It follows our main story, but with a bit of a twist to it, and I just love it so much. 

a boy and his dog: a wolf’s tailby Ramabear (RyMagnatar), TheatricalPlacenta | Au where everyone is at least some sort of supernatural beings, and Izuku is still just human. And manages to capture the attention of an Alpha werewolf. [Katsudeku] [Also warning, super explicit]

I love this fic so much, but every time i read it i feel like i need to go to church cause my god.

In Which Bakugou Finds His One Tru Luv by Erina | Welcome to the Explodo-kill agency! We can destroy your buildings, crash your cars, and help you solve one of the seven mysteries in life: who is Bakugou Katsuki’s mysterious boyfriend?! [Katsudeku]

this is literally one of the funniest fics I think i’ve read, EVER. Super entertaining with a lot of shenanigans from other characters, with Deku entering in as a sun child later

Press 1 To Fall In Love by Erina | Happens along side “In Which Bakugou Finds His One Tru Luv”, but best read secondly.

Also ridiculously hilarious, I had to add it in.

[There is an entire series in this universe, go read all of their fics on their account]

May I take your order, dipshit? by supercrunch | So, like, maybe Bakugou wasn’t really the best choice for this whole pizza delivery shindig. (Midoriya in love, Bakugou in denial, and way, way too much cheese. A BakuDeku romance in thirty minutes or less. )

I’m a damn sucker for these kinds of things, and I just freaking love all the little details in this fic, and the characterizations and YESSSSSSSSS

Midnight Tales

Pairings: David 8 x Reader
Words: 640
Warnings: None, it’s pure fluff
Summary: David finds himself confused while reading one of the books the reader borrowed him. He wants to clarify some things.
A/N: Me posting new stories earlier than expected? Can’t be! I had a blast writing this part so I hope you’ll enjoy it as much as the first one! (Repost, tumblr is being an ass again)
Thank you @delightfulsepsis for requesting the next chapter

Originally posted by dailyaliens

“Y/N?” David’s soft voice woke me up. He was kneeling by my bed with an apologetic smile on his face.

I sat up and wiped the rest of sleep off my eyes. I glanced at the alarm clock and frowned a bit. If it wasn’t for his smiling face I would begin to worry. After all, David shouldn’t be waking me up in the middle of the night.

“What’s wrong?” I asked yawning, I couldn’t bring myself to be angry at him. There was a spark of curiosity in his eyes, even bigger and more noticeable than usual. Just another thing that the rest of the crew wouldn’t focus on.

“Nothing,” he answered and handed me a book that he borrowed a while ago, “I just wanted to clarify a few things.”

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We realize when it’s all too late. Standing in a hall full of people, so-called ‘hello-hi’ kind of peers and some really caring friends, I realized how lonely I had become. Everybody was having fun, clicking pictures, selfies, laughing, goofing around, sharing stories, eating food and singing for themselves. The couples were sitting together, the boys were probably making fun of someone, and the girls were checking out random guys. And somewhere there was me, constantly looking for him. I sat there, at the corner hoping to see him. Just once, if only he had come, even if he chose to overlook me, but still if I could see him once. So, I realized, but late.
Sometimes there is an utter loss of words to describe how I feel when I look at him, maybe he understands, maybe he knows when he looks into my eyes, though that’s rare now. He doesn’t want this ‘me’, so he avoids. Well, why wouldn’t he and I cannot do anything about it.
But there is this one person, he, who is capable of changing everything and then there is me, who is afraid of changing anything. So we never meet.
—  BINI //if and only we meet
You bring me home (Part 6)-Newt Series

A/N: This story is very dear to my heart, and is by far my favorite one. I’m a sucker for angst and war. I know it isn’t my most popular but I adore it to death. I hope you like! ❤️

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“Dear, Y/N,

I cannot describe the joy I felt upon reading your last letter. I never thought a few simple words from you could make my days feel all the brighter…

Yesterday, I visited a POW camp, trying to discern enemy from friend is becoming more and more tiresome. The look upon their faces at the sight of me was something I cannot soon forget, should I feel treasonous to think such things?

Forgive me…I know speaking of such topics cannot be the letters you expect from me.

You spoke of a young man in your letter last time, is he well? It’s the strangest thing, I can’t seem to get him out of my head, I think of his family. He’s far too young…probably joined with a soldier’s passion, then realized the hell hole he had been driven into. But, I know in your hands his chances of survival are high.

You healed me after all. In more ways than one.


Newt Scamander
05, July 1915”

***

Your fingers ran along the crumpled parchment, teeth worrying at your lip. His letter had taken a while to get to you, no surprise. Post was hard to receive these days, and truthfully you merely thankful to receive word from him at all. You could already picture his face, the tone of his lovely voice coming right off the paper. Yet, there was a tiredness there, one that broke your heart for the young soldier. Newt was a constant thought for you, and no matter what you did or where you went he was always heavy on the back of your mind. It had been weeks since you last him, and every letter you received was a relief.

With all the hope you had, you held the letter to your chest, looking out at the horizon as you sat upon the broken down stone wall. Smoke rose in the distance, and you could hear the faint sounds of gunshots. But, even so, you braved the open air and waited all morning until you finally saw the one vehicle trudging along the muddy road, carrying the mail. It took all your dignity not to cry when you were handed his letter, and you only hoped yours would reach him as quickly.

***


“Dear, Newt


I was glad to hear from you, your lack of response worried me. I admit, shamelessly, upon receiving your letter I nearly wept tears of joy and relief. I can already hear you chuckling at my pathetic nature.

As for the boy, he’s doing well. At least, as well as one can hope. He won’t walk again, but he had his life, and I believe that to be enough for him, and his family. I sit with him often, reading him stories, he seems content during those times. I’m sure in time he will heal.

You’re quite gracious to compliment me so, but you seem to forget your own strength. That’s what’s carried you this far.

Sincerely,
Y/N
17, August 1915”

***


“Scamander!”

Newt glanced up from the letter, quickly rising when his superior came striding into the tent. He saluted him, fixing his hair as best he could. “Sir.”

“Get your things ready.”

“Sir?”

His lieutenant turned to him, a deep scowl on his face as if he wasn’t in any mood to be questioned. “The French are currently breaking through German defenses, along with our other western units. We have our orders, we’re moving to the western front.”

Newt felt his face run pale, and while things had been relatively tame the past week, save for a few casualties and bombs, he knew the battle on the western front wasn’t something to be desired.

“Yes, sir.”

The lieutenant sighed, and as much as he wasn’t one to let emotions cloud his duties, he turned to Newt. “Finish whatever you need to, then head out with the other unit. They’ve already prepared the Iron Bellies. Besides, your brother should be stationed west, no? Perhaps a family reunion will do you some good.”

Newt gave a half hearted smile, nodding and saluting one final time as the flap to his tent closed. He sat back into the makeshift chair he had, rubbing at his tired eyes before reaching for his paper and quill.

***

“Dearest, Y/N


I suppose life is all we can ask for now days. One could consider themselves lucky to escape with that…please do not weep for me though. Knowing I cannot be there to hold you….forgive my boldness, I’m already overly romanticizing what we have. I know I cannot ask much of you, considering the only thing I have to offer is my heartfelt promise to care for you at the end of all this.

Regardless of the fact, I want you to know if another man offers you a better life, that I wish for you to take it. I know you may think this odd, that what I’m telling you seems cruel. But, I fear my time may not be as long as I hoped, and I only tell you this because I do not want your heart to wait for a man who can only bring you pain.

I move to the western front tonight, if you’re not fully aware by now, A battle has started there. The French and British seek to destroy the German defenses in Artois, though I hear that battle may already be a loss for allied forces.

I must end this letter, though not happily as I wished it’d be. Know that I carry you in my heart always, and May safety follow you.


Love,
Newt Scamander
25, September 1915”

***

There are few times in a person life when emotions are so strong everything else ceases to exist. And the only thing that can be heard is the beating of one’s heart and the crushing weight of reality that threatens their very existence. And as you slowly laid Newt’s letter on your cot, you fully experienced that heart breaking moment.

Tears flowed freely down your cheeks, silent sobs wracking your body. You were far too gone to rationalize, to feel anything but pain, and as you sank to your knees you leaned over your small bed, letting out a loud scream that conveyed all your anguish.

Days would go by, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do much else but cry, your work kept you busy enough, but whenever you sat to write, nothing came out. Your mind only lingered on Newt’s wellbeing, yet somehow, thinking of writing him only made your heart ache. It was like confirming he was already gone.

“You should write him.”

You looked up from your coffee, meeting the eyes of your friend as she dusted dirt off her smock. You exchanged exhausted smiles, and she took a seat across from you.

“Write him, Y/N.”

“I can’t….what if-”

“He’s alive.”

“How do you know that?”


“Any man would do everything it took to be able to come back to you.”

A laugh escaped your lips, and you wiped at the tears that spilled, smiling over at her in thanks.

***

“My dearest, Newt


While it is my dearest wish to fulfill every one of your desires, I cannot promise you those ones. You ask too much of me, Scamander. I will not, nor will I ever, cast you from my thoughts or heart. You’ve fully taken them from me, and I willingly let you.

I am deeply, and forever will be, in love with you. From the very moment you took me upon your horse, to the kiss you placed upon my cheek. I am yours. And I will wait through a thousand wars for you, if I must.

Sincerely,
Y/N
11, October 1915”

***

“I’ll be back, Meredith!”

You rushed passed your friend, smiling widely when you saw the post heading down the road. Your heels clicked along the concrete of the makeshift hospital you were stationed in, and you excitedly turned around the large pillars, waving at the soldier who was dropping all the mail off.

“Good morning, sir.”

He nodded at you, grabbing a bin from the back of his cart. “Ma'am.”

He placed the bin on the ground, rummaging through it and handing you a pile of envelopes that had twine around them. There was only about 10 letters in hand, and you furrowed your brow.

“Is that all?”

With a sigh, he rose back up, removing his cap and scratching his head before putting it back on. “That’s all, ma'am.”

He moved quick enough, replacing all the bins back properly before moving to get in the vehicle again. You undid the twine, sifting through the letters until you came upon your own. It had a red stamp on it, and all it said was ‘RETURN’.

“Excuse me….”

Dread filled you, but with the slightest bit of hope you held your letter out. “I sent this out weeks ago…”

The war weary soldier glanced at you, shrugging his shoulders as if that wasn’t the first time he’s heard that. “If we can’t find the soldier the letter is addressed to it gets returned when possible. Good day, ma'am.”

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A/N: Don’t hate me! Lollllll TBC

Originally posted by overboardmisha

Today two of my favorite stories came to an end and I cannot find the words to describe how happy and complete I feel right now!

The Walled Garden by @moonbeammadness is so amazing and left me at the edge of my seat from the first chapter on. For months, your story had me refreshing my email non-stop on a daily basis. This story makes you feel SO freaking much!! I’m so happy to have discovered your stories a while back and I know I’ll read everything you write from now on.

Compliments to the Chef by @xambedo is a story I cannot find the words to express my feelings towards it. It’s just so heart warming and brought me close to tears several times. You are an amazing writer and I’m so happy I found your story a couple months back. I can’t wait to read your next stories :D

To both of you: Thank you so much for your excellent work and for sharing your talent with the fandom!

Thoughts on the Season Premiere

***No spoilers in this post. Just a small post about my thoughts on the premiere. Please watch out for my more in depth review/thoughts/analysis post on the premiere.***

Words cannot describe how I feel about the season premiere of Wynonna Earp. This premiere has to be one of the best that I have ever seen. There was action, laughter, angst, drama, romance and sexiness. Emily Andras and Co. hit the ground running with this episode and that momentum will for sure continue on in the the remaining 11 episodes. With Emily and the writers, I would guarantee that we will not be disappointed with the story. With our wonderful cast of characters, they will for sure not disappoint us as well. 

I am so ready for the rest of the season and I hope we can keep the momentum going when it comes time to show Syfy and it affiliates that we want more Wynonna Earp. 

nobodys-baby-now  asked:

Hey i just read Good Neighboors in less than an hour or so lmao. You are truly an amazing writer, I love you so much, you're my hero, words cannot describe how your stories make me feel 😍 ughhkgkb please, never stop writing Barba fics (unless you want to of course, I'm a writer myself, I know how it is lol). Best wishes xxx

YEEEE oh my goodness thank you so very much!!! *all the hugs* 

Originally posted by eighthmark

you are such a peach, I tell you what, thank you thank you thank you for being so sweet to me- I am so glad you liked the story!! Good Neighbors was a real fun one to write and toss tons of Fluffy Rafi-ness into lol, I shall not be stopping writing with Barba anytime soon haha. <3. <3. <3. Thank you for making my morning!!!

Tamlin and Redemption Arcs

I apologize in advance if this gets a little confusing, my thoughts are whirling so much I honestly cannot coherently say what I want to say. Discussions of abuse hit close to home, and it hurts me to see so many people treating it as less dangerous than it is. Please bear with me.

I fell in love with “A Court of Mist and Fury” as soon as I read it. Here was a story about a girl who was me. I cried my heart out when Tamlin trapped her in that house. Sarah J Maas did a flawless job of describing that feeling of terror. Feyre was curled up in a ball and every word I read physically hurt me. It was spot on.She was pulled out of that situation, and she slowly came to realize she was being abused. She became healthier the longer she was away from Tamlin. ACOMAF is an empowering story that shows the path of an abused, traumatized girl as she realized she was being abused and began to heal.

Let me take a second to talk about my own life. My father is emotionally abusive and manipulative. He has been my whole life. I did not, until about a year ago, have enough courage to even accept that abusive was the right word to describe him. I still flinch when those around me remind me that he is abusive. After 18 years of putting up with mistreatment I know that the word to describe him is abuser, but I still hesitate to use it. Because one day he will be yelling at me, and I will be shaking and crying so hard I can’t talk, and he will begin to yell at me more because I am just “crying to get out of having this discussion”. Afterwards, I won’t remember what we were talking about, just the terror I felt. The next day, though, he might tell me how proud he is of me, that I am smarter than he ever could have predicted, and that I can do anything I want to in life.

The reason I describe my personal experiences is to demonstrate how messy abuse is. It is hard to recognize and so much harder to remove yourself from the situation. Sometimes it isn’t possible to cut off your abuser. Okay I swear I’m done talking about my own life now.

This post actually concerns the possibility of a Tamlin redemption arc. I was originally going to write this as a comment on a post, but I did not want to be overly rude and put my two cents in where they aren’t wanted. I will reblog the post I’m referring to before I post this for anyone who wants to know what caused me to finally write this. Keep in mind though that this is not the first time I’ve had these thoughts or seen posts that send me into a similar fury.

Tamlin is an abuser. I figured I would start with a statement most all of us agree on. His actions are not excusable. They are not mistakes, either. No matter how traumatized someone is, it does not give them leave to abuse others.

The tricky thing concerning Tamlin’s redemption arc is that as far as I can tell, it usually involves Tamlin doing something grand and heroic out of his love for Feyre and his guilt for hurting her, and being forgiven, or at least acknowledged for his grand gesture. It seems like a happily ever after. Feysand live happily together, Tamlin can be forgiven by the audience, and everyone feels less bad about liking Tamlin in the first book.

In truth, a redemption arc can be incredibly dangerous. It would set some precedents I’m not comfortable with. For one, it would put pressure on abused persons to forgive their abuser. That is something that could potentially be very dangerous for anyone in an abusive situation. As I said before, abuse is messy, and it is so hard to tell when you are in an abusive situation. Once you figure it out, you can continue to constantly forgive your abuser, and it might not sink in that your abuser is truly abusive. That is what I described above regarding my own personal situation. I constantly use my father’s insecurities to forgive his behavior towards me. When I catch that I am forgiving him, I have to stop and remind myself that his repeated actions do not need to be forgiven. The pressure to forgive already exists, and a narrative where someone forgives their abusers just reinforces that pressure.

Secondly, it reinforces the idea that love makes it all okay. A redemption arc, even when it does not end in Feyre forgiving Tamlin, reminds readers that Tamlin really does love her. That leads to the conclusion that he is in the end a “good guy” because he loves Feyre. Just imagine it. Because he loves her, he realizes how awful he was and changes his ways. He comes over to the “good” side and stops hurting people. All in the name of love, the same thing he used to cover up his abuse in the first place. Everything is okay now. He turned himself around because he loved her so much. That kind of “love fixes everything” view is what blinded Feyre from Tamlin’s abuse in the first place.

Finally, it lets Tamlin off the hook. He abused someone, plain and clear, but then he makes it up to her and eases his own guilt. It sets the precedent that abuse is just another mistake that can be forgiven through a grand enough gesture. Like I said before, abuse is not a mistake. When it is classified as a mistake, the abuser is considerably less responsible for their actions.

A redemption arc for Tamlin perpetuates ideas that are harmful to the abused. I understand the reasons behind Tamlin’s actions, but I do not think those reasons should affect our judgement of his actions. What he did to Feyre is inexcusable, as is all abuse.

To be clear, I’m not trying to attack anyone who thinks that we should understand Tamlin’s actions, or those who have sympathy for him. He was also in a traumatic situation, and I understand feeling for someone who has been through hell. I do not understand being sympathetic to someone’s abusive actions, no matter how linked to trauma they are.

So yeah. These are my many thoughts about Tamlin and redemption arcs for abusers. Thanks for bearing with my impassioned rambling.

#Favorite Book Review

(Doesn’t contain spoilers)

**The book is in Romanian(my native language), that’s why the name may sound a bit strange.

        I got the book for my birthday – that’s a way to treat myself. I still had some books to finish and I put Red Queen on my shelf while I was finishing my current read. The next day, after I finished the book I was previously reading, I took Red Queen in my hand, I hopped into the bed and I start reading. ”I hate First Friday.” – that’s how the story began.

        Trust me when I say it, I finished the book in the exact same day and I cannot find words to describe how I felt and how I still feel about it. So many feeling were rushing through my blood and veins, pulsing with every beat of my heart. Happiness, love, anger. All of them were there, fighting with each other, trying to win. My body was like a battle field, with me in the middle, destroyed.

        Mare Barrow lives in a world divided by blood – Red and Silver. The Red blooded are the slaves of the Silver – the ones that have unimaginable powers. Mare – Red – tries to find a way to survive and somehow gets to the Silver court. While the King is trying to find a wife for his son – Cal, Mare, surprised just like everyone else, discovers that she has powers as well. The King, The Queen and his sons are trying to hide the fact that Mare is Red by keeping her captive, turning her into a princess and the future wife of Maven – the other son of the King. While being there, Mare tries to find a way to free the Red from their cruel fate.

        In my opinion, the whole concept of the book is about how brave and strong women are. How much a woman can change just by having hope and potential. I won’t ruin anything by saying more than that. I want everyone to feel what I felt while reading it.

        Have a nice day, loves!

So as some of you know already, I’m a writer. 

I’ve had this story I’ve been writing since I was a freshman in high school. It started as a dream, the climax of the story was all I’d gotten before waking up, and when I woke up I knew for some reason I had to write it down.

This dream evolved, grew, and had stuck with me since then, morphing into an actual story with a beginning, middle, and end, and two main characters I hold so near and dear to my heart. 

These characters, these two monsters just trying to do their best with the lives they were given, have been with me through everything. They mean so much to me that mere words cannot describe how I feel about them. 

Lately, I haven’t had much if any free time to give to them, to draw them, or write their story. It’s been something that’s made me feel guilty and sad. I was able to finish their first book (which I need to reread and edit someday…), the longest story I’ve ever written at over 70k words (likely to increase with edits), and have even started a second one, a continuation. But… I haven’t been able to move on from there. 

The lack of attention I’ve been giving them had me feeling nostalgic and I contacted my favorite artist and great friend @faragonart to commission her to draw these little weirdos and man alive did she deliver. 

The emotions that I felt seeing her draw this and seeing the final picture cannot be described. I cried so hard, man, I’m not even going to lie. 

So here they are, Genny and Avyn, brilliantly drawn and gorgeously colored, not just fuzzy images stuck in my head but real true clear people for everyone to see. 

Thank you so much, Fara. Thank you. 

fic rec 2016 - fics that own my ass

I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time, but saying that real life is a bit hectic lately would be a huge understatement. This year has been a challenge and a struggle, and I can honestly say one of the bright constants through the whole time were both fics and fanfic writers. 

Also, I want to say I have read a lot of fics this year. And I mean A LOT, and there were so many amazing ones, which is why I usually shy away from these kind of recs in fear I’ll write a list that’s going to turn out way too long, or that I’ll accidentally forget someone. 

However, there are a few stories I feel the need to mention, because as the title suggests, these fics seem to own my ass. Big time. 

Every single one of these hit me like all the best books always do, right in the gut. They tell you you’re not alone, or show you the mistake you unknowingly keep repeating, or describe a feeling you yourself cannot find words for, or just run you over with the sheer amount of feelings that overwhelm you. And I needed all of that, this year maybe more than ever.

(Also, a huge part of this post was obviously written before 2017 started. It was supposed to be posted before too, but my chaotic schedule and a bad cold delayed my perfect plan a bit.)

(This turned out to be a long post, so I’m putting the rest after the cut)

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Letter to Myself

I haven’t checked myself for a long time, but now is a perfect time to do so. I would like to tell you that I felt so distracted everytime we had misunderstandings, fights and etc. I became too dependent on you to the point that I would like to be with you everyday but we can’t and I can’t resist. I would like to give myself a big slap for not respecting you and your feelings for me, because the only word that can describe myself is a mess. A big fucking mess. I felt that my life now has no sense from the time my lola died. I felt so hurt - deeply wounded. I cannot even cheer myself up just like how I bring joy to others everytime they needed a friend. Now, I am alone, again, for real. I have to step up the game and stand up. I know it takes time but I hope I can. Our story was a huge roller coaster and now the ride has come to an end. I was very joyful everytime you make me feel like a precious stone everytime I am with you. You were the second person next to lola who made me feel important. I have to be dependent to myself and the things I am passionate about. Please bring back the Arvy that I’ve used to be - Joyful, Kind, Respectful, Humble, Honest and Sensitive. I would like to end this letter by saying goodbye. Not to my life but to my old self. Hoping that this thread would not continue. I have to stop this. I have to slowly pick up the pieces of my life that is broken. So goodbye, old Arvy. And say hi to the cheerful Arvy. Just that. That’s enough. I don’t need to be the smartest, the strongest, the cutest, and all; I just have to be me. The inspiring Arvy that I’ve used to be. I want to inspire others based on how I live my life. And this will not inspire them. So do good, be good, stay happy.


Love,

Arvy Rito, CTT 😍

archiveofourown.org
All Life is Yours to Miss

Rating: Mature
Length: 117K~ words
Themes:
angst, postwar, EWE, paralysed!Harry, original characters
Summary: Draco and Harry have always had fun playing pranks on each other, even as teachers at Hogwarts. But when something goes terribly wrong, it is up to Draco and his six-legged companion to fix things. A story of love, loss, and letting go.
Comment: No words in the English language could describe how I felt reading this fic. No matter what I say, no matter how much I praise it, it will not be enough. Every moment, every dialogue, every character, was written flawlessly. The author has taken the time to characterise EVERY character, and her original characters are also incredible. I was overwhelmed with happy feels for this story, and I could not take my eyes off my laptop all day. (Probably not the best thing for my health, but there you have it). I cannot emphasise enough how much you all need to read this right now. Lots of fluff, angst, SO MUCH BUILD UP OH MY GOD PLOT AND CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT IS PERFECT, everything is wonderful. Teacher!Draco, loveable Draco, everything Draco. Yes, it’s long. Yes, your shoulders and neck hurt by the end of the day, and you might go blind. Yes, you may shit your pants because you don’t wanna go to the toilet because you can’t stop reading. And yes, it’s worth it.

OC one word meme

I was tagged again for the one-word OC meme by @princessdejamars. Thank you, darling! The rules: Pick any or all characters in your current story/generation and use one word to describe them. Words cannot be repeated!

The next few chapters of my story are going to be centred on Isla Paradiso post-Surf Competition, so I thought it might be opportune to do the meme for a few of the characters who are going to be featuring in that particular arc:

Mia: Indiscriminate

Jackie: Tolerant

Milo: Phlegmatic

Coby (above): Virile (Coby is of course @caterpillarsims‘ OC, She’s just very generously allowed me to borrow him!) 

David: (above) Careless

Bridget (above): Meddling

Natalie (above) : Scorned

Tagging anyone who feels so inclined!

Owl City potentially finished, new project “Adam Young Scores”

“Dear friends,
Not long ago, I found myself reminiscing the last half decade of my career. I recalled what it was like writing my first songs, recording my first album and touring in a 15-passenger van. Then I went back further and remembered being 16-years-old and what it felt like discovering something that would ultimately allow my dreams to become reality. It was then that I stumbled upon a world of music that did something to me no other type of music had ever done before — it inspired me.

The revelation of a person’s first love of music is different for everyone, but for me, it was film scores — original music written to accompany motion pictures. These types of atmospheres and anthems spoke my language and I remember experiencing a feeling of wide-eyed wonder while listening to my favorite composers. The talent and prowess of John Williams, Harry Gregson-Williams, James Horner, Thomas Newman and Alan Silvestri exposed me to a creative canon I’d never experienced before. I felt as though I’d stumbled into a universe that was made just for me. It spoke to my heart, moved me deeply, and gave me the confidence to drop everything and say, “That. I want to do that.”

And so, as a 16-year-old with little knowledge of composition or audio production, I followed my inspiration blindly and simply began to paint with music. I didn’t have a long-term goal, I just knew I’d unearthed a creative drive that would not rest until I gave it my all. So that’s exactly what I did.

The years have flown by, and here I am today — the same 16-year-old at heart, filled with more motivation and creativity than ever. Along the road, I’ve experienced my share of highs and lows and I’ve learned the mainstream pop music industry can be a frustrating place for everyone. It has a way of coaching one to adopt a creative process that may or may not come naturally, depending on the individual. As I found myself looking back on my own story, I realized the ups and downs of the mainstream music space have, at times, given rise to a degree of personal frustration and stress that affects everyone in the industry. By pausing to muse on the way things are in such a place, I find myself greatly inspired to use such trials and tribulations as the means to ignore any such “rules” the industry embodies. I consider myself fortunate enough to see the big picture from several angles, and after stopping to study over it, I suddenly feel a deep indwelling desire to make music for the sake of creating nothing but pure, bold, trailblazing art. No speed limits, no safety nets, no rules.

And so, as I listen to the works of the composers I first fell in love with, I feel a great longing to create my own version of that same wonder and euphoria that moved me as a young impressionable musician. I want to create worlds of sound that tell stories and tales in ways that cannot be described with words. I want to explore a vast, wild universe of storytelling and create in others the same fascination and curiosity I felt.

Stories are infinite. They offer us the ability to retell them according to the way we imagine them. Thus, I want to create musical narratives that aid in the telling of stories that move Adam Young, according to his imagination.

And I want to share them with you.

Starting February 1st, 2016 for as long as I feel moved to do so, I will release a conceptual “film score" each month based on my interpretation of stories that mean something to me. They will live at ayoungscores.com, available for you to listen to or download for free, or consume via your preferred online platform (Apple Music, Spotify, etc.). Each score will be accompanied by a visual companion, created from scratch by a visual artist I admire (2016 will feature the work of the incredible James R. Eads). The visual piece will also be released in the form of a limited edition movie poster, signed and numbered by James and myself.

I hope you are as inspired by the music as I have been to create it. I wanted to let you know as you’ve been a fan of Owl City. You won’t receive future notifications from me about this project unless you sign up now.

With love,

Adam"

The Celebrity Magazine with Eunhyuk and Choco

The ‘tap tap’ sound of her footsteps that approach him as he’s falling asleep for an afternoon nap; Eunhyuk says he feels more comfortable when she lies next to him on the sofa. Even when they look at different directions for a moment, their hearts still look towards each other. The Story of Eunhyuk and his animal companion Choco.

We had a bit of trouble because Choco kept looking at you during the shooting when we were trying to make her look at the camera.
-EH: She is a bit like that. Choco is shy with strangers, so when there are many people around, she comes only to me and sits only on my lap. It’s a bit embarrassing but when she does that, I’m a little proud.

How was the photoshoot today? It was your first photoshoot with Choco.
-EH: I wanted to share many experiences with Choco, so that’s why I asked to try doing a photoshoot together. I was able to do the photoshoot more comfortably than usual, and I think it will become a memorable memory. But I think it might have been hard on Choco, since tens of strangers called for her, “Choco-ya~”

Is Choco your first animal companion?
-EH: She’s the first one I’ve raised since its a puppy. I did take care of other families dogs for a short time before. But she is the first 'our dog’. In another words, she’s a 'family’. When I was in first grade in high school, my sister had a boyfriend. He gifted her Choco. And I think that’s when Choco became a gift of my life. Once, when I was in second, or third grade in High School, Choco ran away from home when we left the door opened. I had to go to practice, but I didn’t go because I was looking for Choco. Our next door neighbor found her for us, but I spent the entire day that day crying while looking for Choco

It’s already been over ten years. When was the day that Choco was most like a 'gift’ in your life?
-It might be a small event for others, but this was a really happy day for me. I once took her to the studio when I was doing (Super Junior’s Kiss the Radio) with Leeteuk. It happened to be a pre-recorded day, and she didn’t bark nor move for two hours. She just quietly sat in my lap, and listened to me laughing. All the staffs that were with us that day were surprised, saying 'How can there be a dog like this!

Other Super Junior members also have animal companions. Kangin, Sungmin, Donghae, Siwon.
-EH: Yes. F.Y.I, Siwon didn’t have any thoughts on raising a pet, but I think he (wanted to) while watching me and Choco. That a puppy and a man can become as close as a man to man. I once took Choco to a broadcast filming, and Siwon came up to me and seriously asked me a question. “Is that friend an abandoned dog?”* He was so serious, I didn’t know how to reply. He said that Choco’s eyes are really clear, and that it looked pure and sad. Anyways I’m sure he got the (thoughts of raising a pet) after looking at us! – *Like was Choco an abandoned dog before she was adopted by hyuk family lol

I heard Choco stays at your family’s house. And that you live in the dorm.
-EH: There are times when I can barely see Choco once in a month. So there are times I want to see her more than my family. I can hear my family’s voice if I call them, but Choco cannot call. So whenever I have time, regardless of if it’s day or night, I rush home to see Choco.

It feels like I’m listening to a love story between lovers
-EH: I think the word 'Love’ cannot describe all the feelings between us. It’s a kind of love that you cannot feel with a human. A being that loves me without expecting anything in return, and regardless of how I act. I think I miss Choco more when I am lonely. When you are facing a human, there are times you think 'This person has changed’, and feel upset and sad, but puppies aren’t like this. It feels like they’re always relying on me.

Are there moments that you communicate, like comforting you when you’re sad?
-EH: I think everyone who has an animal companion have their moments. When I look in her eyes, I get this feeling that she understands me. You know those scenes in movies or dramas. (Where the actor) breaks up with (his) girlfriend, and goes “The unni who really showered love on you; she’s not coming back anymore. So you should forget about her too.” and talks with their animal companion.. It’s also the same for me. But I think Choco really understands what I’m saying. I guess I could say that her expressions change slightly.

Then has your ideal type changed after meeting Choco? For example, (you want her) to love animals.
-EH: I hope she doesn’t hate dogs. I think it’s a stretch to expect (her) to love dogs. But I hope 'Choco likes (her)’. If Choco likes her, I think she’d be a good person. It’s just an intuition.


Your trust and communications with her that you’ve built for 12 years is amazing. You must want to be with her for a long long time. Do you take care of Choco’s nutrition in special ways?
-EH: We do not give her special meals or strictly manage it. Our family thinks 'If we pour love to them, they will be healthy and will have a amicable personality.’ Thinking now, it’s really amazing because we didn’t take care of her in any special ways, but she’s grown up well and very healthy. So I realize 'They are no different than humans. It’s really important to receive love’

Do you have any thoughts about doing volunteer work for dogs or animals in future?
-EH: To be honest, it’s not that I love Choco because she’s a dog or animal, but just that the Choco that I love, just happened to be a puppy. In far future, when a lot of time has passed, and Choco has left my side, I might start something while remembering Choco. But right now, I want to pour all my love only on Choco. Choco is still just 12 years old; She’s still a young puppy to me.

pic by natkal
transate by : youngwoonjungsu

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The Celebrity Mag. Is Choco your first animal companion?

EH:She’s the first one I’ve raised since its a puppy. I did take care of other families dogs for a short time before. But she is the first ‘our dog’. In another words, she’s a 'family’. When I was in first grade in high school, my sister had a boyfriend. He gifted her Choco. And I think that’s when Choco became a gift of my life. Once, when I was in second, or third grade in High School, Choco ran away from home when we left the door opened. I had to go to practice, but I didn’t go because I was looking for Choco. Our next door neighbor found her for us, but I spent the entire day that day crying while looking for Choco.

It’s already been over ten years. When was the day that Choco was most like a 'gift’ in your life?

-It might be a small event for others, but this was a really happy day for me. I once took her to the studio when I was doing <Super Junior’s Kiss the Radio> with Leeteuk. It happened to be a pre-recorded day, and she didn’t bark nor move for two hours. She just quietly sat in my lap, and listened to me laughing. All the staffs that were with us that day were surprised, saying 'How can there be a dog like this!’

How was the photoshoot today? It was your first photoshoot with Choco.

-EH: I wanted to share many experiences with Choco, so that’s why I asked to try doing a photoshoot together. I was able to do the photoshoot more comfortably than usual, and I think it will become a memorable memory. But I think it might have been hard on Choco, since tens of strangers called for her, “Choco-ya~”

Other Super Junior members also have animal companions. Kangin, Sungmin, Donghae, Siwon.

-EH: Yes. F.Y.I, Siwon didn’t have any thoughts on raising a pet, but I think he (wanted to) while watching me and Choco. That a puppy and a man can become as close as a man to man. I once took Choco to a broadcast filming, and Siwon came up to me and seriously asked me a question. “Is that friend an abandoned dog?”* He was so serious, I didn’t know how to reply. He said that Choco’s eyes are really clear, and that it looked pure and sad. Anyways I’m sure he got the (thoughts of raising a pet) after looking at us!

*Like was Choco an abandoned dog before she was adopted by hyuk family lol 

We had a bit of trouble because Choco kept looking at you during the shooting when we were trying to make her look at the camera.

-EH: She is a bit like that. Choco is shy with strangers, so when there are many people around, she comes only to me and sits only on my lap. It’s a bit embarrassing but when she does that, I’m a little proud.

The 'tap tap’ sound of her footsteps that approach him as he’s falling asleep for an afternoon nap; Eunhyuk says he feels more comfortable when she lies next to him on the sofa. Even when they look at different directions for a moment, their hearts still look towards each other. The Story of Eunhyuk and his animal companion Choco.

I heard Choco stays at your family’s house. And that you live in the dorm.

-EH: There are times when I can barely see Choco once in a month. So there are times I want to see her more than my family. I can hear my family’s voice if I call them, but Choco cannot call. So whenever I have time, regardless of if it’s day or night, I rush home to see Choco.

It feels like I’m listening to a love story between lovers

-EH: I think the word 'Love’ cannot describe all the feelings between us. It’s a kind of love that you cannot feel with a human. A being that loves me without expecting anything in return, and regardless of how I act. I think I miss Choco more when I am lonely. When you are facing a human, there are times you think 'This person has changed’, and feel upset and sad, but puppies aren’t like this. It feels like they’re always relying on me.

Your trust and communications with her that you’ve built for 12 years is amazing. You must want to be with her for a long long time. Do you take care of Choco’s nutrition in special ways? 
-EH: We do not give her special meals or strictly manage it. Our family thinks ‘If we pour love to them, they will be healthy and will have a amicable personality.’ Thinking now, it’s really amazing because we didn’t take care of her in any special ways, but she’s grown up well and very healthy. So I realize ‘They are no different than humans. It’s really important to receive love’ 

Do you have any thoughts about doing volunteer work for dogs or animals in future?
-EH: To be honest, it’s not that I love Choco because she’s a dog or animal, but just that the Choco that I love, just happened to be a puppy. In far future, when a lot of time has passed, and Choco has left my side, I might start something while remembering Choco. But right now, I want to pour all my love only on Choco. Choco is still just 12 years old; She’s still a young puppy to me. 

It feels like I’m listening to a love story between lovers 

-EH: I think the word ‘Love’ cannot describe all the feelings between us. It’s a kind of love that you cannot feel with a human. A being that loves me without expecting anything in return, and regardless of how I act. I think I miss Choco more when I am lonely. When you are facing a human, there are times you think ‘This person has changed’, and feel upset and sad, but puppies aren’t like this. It feels like they’re always relying on me. 

 

Are there moments that you communicate, like comforting you when you’re sad? 

-EH: I think everyone who has an animal companion have their moments. When I look in her eyes, I get this feeling that she understands me. You know those scenes in movies or dramas. (Where the actor) breaks up with (his) girlfriend, and goes “The unni who really showered love on you; she’s not coming back anymore. So you should forget about her too.” and talks with their animal companion.. It’s also the same for me. But I think Choco really understands what I’m saying. I guess I could say that her expressions change slightly. 

 

Then has your ideal type changed after meeting Choco? For example, (you want her) to love animals. 

-EH: I hope she doesn’t hate dogs. I think it’s a stretch to expect (her) to love dogs. But I hope ‘Choco likes (her)’. If Choco likes her, I think she’d be a good person. It’s just an intuition.

I heard Choco stays at your family’s house. And that you live in the dorm. 

-EH: There are times when I can barely see Choco once in a month. So there are times I want to see her more than my family. I can hear my family’s voice if I call them, but Choco cannot call. So whenever I have time, regardless of if it’s day or night, I rush home to see Choco. 

It’s already been over ten years. When was the day that Choco was most like a ‘gift’ in your life? 

-It might be a small event for others, but this was a really happy day for me. I once took her to the studio when I was doing (Super Junior’s Kiss the Radio) with Leeteuk. It happened to be a pre-recorded day, and she didn’t bark nor move for two hours. She just quietly sat in my lap, and listened to me laughing. All the staffs that were with us that day were surprised, saying ‘How can there be a dog like this! 

Is Choco your first animal companion? 

-EH: She’s the first one I’ve raised since its a puppy. I did take care of other families dogs for a short time before. But she is the first ‘our dog’. In another words, she’s a ‘family’. When I was in first grade in high school, my sister had a boyfriend. He gifted her Choco. And I think that’s when Choco became a gift of my life. Once, when I was in second, or third grade in High School, Choco ran away from home when we left the door opened. I had to go to practice, but I didn’t go because I was looking for Choco. Our next door neighbor found her for us, but I spent the entire day that day crying while looking for Choco 

Are there moments that you communicate, like comforting you when you’re sad?
-EH: I think everyone who has an animal companion have their moments. When I look in her eyes, I get this feeling that she understands me. You know those scenes in movies or dramas. (Where the actor) breaks up with (his) girlfriend, and goes “The unni who really showered love on you; she’s not coming back anymore. So you should forget about her too.” and talks with their animal companion.. It’s also the same for me. But I think Choco really understands what I’m saying. I guess I could say that her expressions change slightly.

cr:@youngwoonjungsu | pic by: natkal

anonymous asked:

I know Olicity is a journey and it's hard to find this moment, but when do you think was the moment when Oliver REALIZED he was in love with/had strong feelings for Felicity?

You’re right - it is really difficult to pinpoint the exact moment that Oliver realised his feelings for Felicity. Especially with him being such a closed off character for most of season 2. I think I’d start with the clues that we were given by the writers. Marc G says that in 2x06, Oliver came really close to telling Felicity his feelings. 

I think if we look at this scene in Keep Your Enemies Closer, we see, for the first time, that Oliver’s feelings for Felicity run deeper than perhaps even he realised: 

That look on his face when she sees Isabel walking out of his room, the way she brushes off that hurt, the fact that he can see the disappointment reflected in her eyes - all of that serves to show us how Oliver has only just realised that there is more to his relationship with Felicity than being just friends. When Isabel confronts him about Felicity being promoted to his EA for reasons other than her merit, he is legitimately astounded that anyone could think that way, to the point that he later asks her to clarify if everyone else also thinks the same. So why, when this happens, does he react in this way? After all, he, Felicity and Isabel are all free agents and free to sleep with whomever they like. I don’t have a gif for it, but after Felicity walks off here, he closes his eyes in pain. He knows he’s made a mistake, and he’s only now realising that it was a mistake, and why. 

Later of course he gives Felicity his “because of the life I lead” speech, in which it is fairly obvious to anyone with eyes that he is talking about her. 

In the very next episode, we see exactly how far Oliver is willing to go for Felicity. And I think that is a moment that truly scares Oliver: 

Now he realises the extent of what he feels. If in the previous episode he was essentially saying that he’s not allowing himself to feel that way about anyone - her - then in this episode, we see how wrong he was. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stop himself from loving her. The fact that he would kill for her, that there was no choice even when faced with the vow he made to honour his dead best friend, it all proved to him - as well as to us - that he was too far gone to go back. 

I believe then that this is the moment that he realises he has strong feelings for Felicity. But there are other moments of importance too. I still maintain that Oliver first began to fall in love with Felicity in Sacrifice. Look at his face in this scene: 

Felicity’s just said “If you’re not leaving, I’m not leaving.”

Now, maybe Oliver doesn’t know yet that his feelings for her are becoming more than platonic, but I firmly believe that in this moment, he fell a little bit in love with her. Who wouldn’t, really? Here is this girl, someone he only went to because he needed some help with a laptop, someone who joined him only because she wanted to help find his stepfather, someone who is innocent and a little naive about the world in which he lives and operates. Someone who has no experience whatsoever of real danger and tragedy [as least as far as he knows; since 3x05, we know different]. And this girl, this pretty, sweet, brave girl is telling him that she will stand shoulder to shoulder with him in his darkest hour. Like I said, who wouldn’t fall in love? 

Then of course there’s the moment that Oliver finally stops skirting around his feelings for her and opens up that dam and rushes headlong into love. That is, of course, the scene in City of Blood

This is the moment that he realises that it’s no good trying to force his feelings back; there’s no point in pretending. He loves her, and he needs her

The truth of it is, Anon, there are countless moments we can choose to demonstrate how Oliver feels about Felicity. This is why I never understand the people who complain that Olicity has “come out of nowhere”. What show have they been watching all this time? All the clues are there. You just have to open your eyes. 

There’s a line in one of my favourite novels, Pride and Prejudice that I think describes Oliver and Felicity’s love story incredibly well. When Elizabeth asks Darcy when he first began to fall in love with her, he says: 

I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look, or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun.

— Chapter XVIII, Volume III

I think that perfectly encapsulates Olicity, doesn’t it? 

I Believe in SasuSaku

Words alone cannot describe how much I love the idea of these two fictional characters, Sasuke Uchiha & Sakura Haruno, being together.

To me, their story is one of determination, hope, regret, and unspoken feelings.

I’ve been shipping SS for a good.. 8 years.

It all started with light feelings, on my part. I was a child who simply loved the idea of the spunky pinkette and mysterious hunk being friends.

Whenever they interacted, or even shared the same panel/scene in the series, I’d squeal and smile to myself. They were so cute.

Sakura’s obvious crush on the boy made me root for them even more.

But as I got older, I saw the bond between Sasuke and Sakura grow to heights I would’ve never imagined.

I asked myself many questions the more I continued reading/watching.

And I noticed more, too. I noticed little things - like how Sasuke smiled when he cheered Sakura up. And how he began to act more like her friend rather than just a teammate.

To me, the more I saw them grow, the more I supported them being together.

I don’t really recall when Sakura’s crush developed into love - but I speculate that it was during the Forest of Death Arc, when she embraced a violent and raging Sasuke.

I would think that most girls would be scared to even go near Sasuke in the state that he was in. He could kill at that time, I’m sure.

But Sakura wouldn’t let that happen.
The Sasuke she knew wasn’t a killer, even if he spoke of revenge.
No matter how cold and dark he was, Sakura knew that that monster was not who Sasuke was.
And I think she must’ve loved him a lot to have the courage to stop him.

That particular embrace is a key scene to the SS development because I think it truly shows the emotions of both characters.

Sakura’s love and the effect she has on the boy.

That, of course, was not their only great moment. The list goes on and on, the reasons why I adore SS.

And I truly think that that they deserve each other, and that they would be happy together.

It’s true that Sakura filled Sasuke’s lonely existence once before.

I believe she’ll do it again.

There are so many questions left unanswered, and so many doors to be opened for SasuSaku.

The fact that the fandom is in a state of doubt and sadness shocks me.

Don’t you remember why we fell in love with SS?
Don’t you remember that Sakura loves Sasuke?
Don’t you remember Sasuke’s words before he left Konoha?

Ask yourself and remember what made you believe in them.

Sakura loves him, yes? And she has for years.
In the Narutoverse, she confirmed her feelings about Sasuke just yesterday.

It’s unbelievable. And it gives me hope.

All of this wonderful and carefully thought-out development won’t be wasted.

I’m telling you, the reconciliation, the answers, and so much more is in store for these two amazing characters.

So stand up, SasuSaku fandom.

Believe in Kishimoto.
Believe in Sasuke and Sakura.
Believe it.

I was just asked if there is a trick to writing a great Sherlock Holmes pastiche. Apart from being honored I was asked that question, I was honored to answer it, and here is what I said.

In order to write a great Sherlock Holmes pastiche, you have to love the characters first.  Passionately.  That is the only absolute requirement, in fact, but one can go further.  You need, as well, an eye for detail–a dog cart is not a hansom, and a gasogene is not a tantalus.  You need to know the terminology.  Next, you need to understand that John Watson is the most important character in the series, period, full stop. Finally, you cannot listen to a word John Watson or Sherlock Holmes says when describing themselves, or you will run into trouble–you need to pay attention to how they act in their actual lives.  People screw up pastiches constantly by making Holmes a misogynist when he is actually very kind to women and feels quite chivalrous toward them.  They screw up pastiches when Holmes is constantly angry and brooding, forgetting that the man plays pranks for the sheer joy of surprising people and is more of a showman than an iconoclast.  But this last bit harks back to my initial advice–love the characters and read the stories often enough, and you will already know that about Sherlock Holmes.