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āSherlockā just manages to make me emotional in ways no show has ever done before.
I mean yea, other shows make me cry, etc. too, but Sherlock is just different
Since it is going to be leaving Netflix in my country at the end of this month, IĀ“m ready for the ultimate Sherlock rewatch. And yet, I am so not ready to have my heart broken again by TRF. Wish me luck, IĀ“m gonna need it.
My life: falling apart under an incredible amount of stress My brain: It is time to become addicted to yet another cute gay couple
And this is the story behind my new obsession with Steddie.
JOHNLOCK FANFIC CULTURE IN A NUTSHELL
Cases: NO TIME FOR REAL CASES. THEREāS PORN ON THE HORIZON. (Either story begins just after a case, or incorporates a few legit-sounding details.)
Anderson: Not usually in story but inevitably mentioned with appropriate scorn.
Mycroft: Usually either very for or very against Johnlock. Either way heās kinkily watching the CCTV.
Tea: Everyone drinks at least half their body weight in tea during the course of a story. Even drabbles. You see that 800-word story? 400 of those words deal with making tea.
Milk: Getting the milk is a thing. Itās practically a euphemism at this point. If Sherlock gets the milk, heās DTF. Or apologizing, and then offering his body as an extra form of apologetic-ness.
Mrs. Hudson: Ships Johnlock like a beast. Hell, she usually has some kind of Johnlockfucking-sense. She just KNOWS when theyāre hooking up and is determined to facilitate this/make it kind of embarrassing for them in a cute way.
Mummy Holmes: For not actually being in the show, sheās surprisingly mentioned a lot. Sheās everything from a horrid bitch to actually a really loving rich lady who somehow just has these two weirdo sons.
Moran: Ditto, kind of. Moran is sometimes a woman, sometimes a man, sometimes seduces Moriarty/John/Sherlock/all of the above. Also somehow capable of holding 7 laser pointers I mean snipers in TGG.
Jumpers: JOHN WEARS JUMPERS ALL THE DAYS AND SHERLOCK SECRETLY LIKES IT.
Boredom: The best way to cure Sherlockās boredom to sex him vigorously. Or somehow get him hooked on James Bond and/or Doctor Who.
Sexytiems: This is the fun part. There is so much beautiful variation here. John is everything from secretly gay, to comfortably bisexual, to not even really wanting to fuck Sherlock but kind of wanting to anyway. Likewise, Sherlock is everything from purely virginal, to wholeheartedly asexual, to secretly shagging half of London for a case. Their sex ranges from WE ARE GODS OF LOVEMAKING to it goes where?
Common Situations: Being outed at crime scenes, very thorough medical investigations, post-case-compulsion-to-fuck, the Scotland Yard has a betting pool, heartfelt realizations during kidnapping, gratuitous casual high-functioning sociopath nudity.
Violin: Totally a euphemism. He took dat bow in his hand like some kind of musical god slut and handled it with sexual precision.
AUs: Dude, I donāt even understand this crazy shit. Thereās wings and cats and Greek alphabet letters thrown all over the place.
Genderswap: Love it, but itās really funny because we never know what to call Sherlock other than Sherlock. Sherlockā¦ina? Sherlockette? Dafuq.
Avengers: They show up a lot, somehow. I think itās because weāre all from tumblr and Hiddles is love.
Conclusion: I fucking love this fandom never change.
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i cry about how much i love alec hardy at least once a month and i'm sure that it's definitely a sign of a mentally healthy person
I just realised that since the Doctor can time travel, there's still a possibility that the Tenth Doctor will one day show up at my doorstep and take me on an adventure. And I just don't know it yet because it hasn't yet happened in my timeline.
New scenario for falling asleep unlocked.
Steven: It's pretty cold outside.. wanna hold hands? We should stay close.
Layla, blushing: Okay.
Marc: It's fucking summer.
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can we talk about that scene where layla kills that zombie thing (i canāt remember what itās called) and she is laying on the ground afterwards and screams? because HOLY SHIT. not only is may calamawyās acting fucking incredible in this whole episode, but itās also one of the first times we see someone not be okay after something horribly traumatic like that??
like usually the hero or whoever will just continue along and ignore their feelings on the matter, but she doesnāt. we get to see her feel what happened to her and i just think it was incredible.
also the fact that she didnāt play it pretty. like, she was in agony and she played it as such. her grief throughout the episode is so well portrayed, itās amazing. i am in love with her.
Maybe it's not a good idea to read angsty and smutty Good Omens comics at work. People might see what I'm reading. And question my sanity.
watching the oscars tonight...
i'm gonna hate myself in the morning bc i have school and i won't get a second of sleep cause i'm from europe so they start at 2am monday for me but hey who cares...
i have to get up at 5:50 and they end at 5:20 here so who knows maybe i'll get twenty minutes or sth...
tbh i'm just so excited because i know most of the movies and actors nominated and i kinda want them all to win so we'll see
Am I gonna regret watching the oscars too because I am also from Europe and have to wake up early to go to school? Yes. Am I going to watch the oscars anyway? Also yes.
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Today is movie night according to my new schedule I keep in order to feel less depressed and I could not decide what movie I want to watch so my brain was like: "Hey, letĀ“s watch something with Michael Sheen in it!" So I was like - "okaayy I like him as an actor, it will be great." So I searched for a list of movies he did and I found out that he actually was in the Kingdom of Heaven, and this fact left me completely in shock cause I love the Kingdom of Heaven, I watch it regularly, so how can I not remember him in it? So I googled which character he played and it said priest and I was like - "wtf, there are many priests, it is a movie about crusades so of course, there are going to be priests." So I decided to watch the Kingdom of Heaven again because I just had to know what priest he actually played and I feel so ashamed now because he appeared on the screen literally in the first minutes of the film and I never noticed it until now. Also, his character died 10 minutes into the movie, but the priest he played was a bad person so I donĀ“t blame OrlandoĀ“s character for throwing him into the fire. Anyway, two things - I never believed it but it is true, Michael Sheen is a chameleon. And the second thing, I donĀ“t know if there is a point in continuing to watch that film. I love it, but today I started to watch it just to find out where did Michael Sheen appeared in it, and now that his character died I have my answer, right?
Oh god, I just wanna go somewhere and run downhill and pretend to fly. And also I want to dance uncontrollably and I want to sleep and never wake up. Send help.
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Tenth Doctor x Reader
Word Count: 1920
Warnings: Angsty, cause you knowā¦ thatās my style āØĀ
Request: āTenth Doctor + 15 from the prompt list āI remember kissing you. Why do I remember kissing you?ā please?? Like a scene with the doctor thatās like a reunion? He had erased all your memories of him to keep you safe but now he lets you get your memories back because itās safe again. Angst with a happy ending š¤§ p.s. youāre getting me through the summer with your fics Iām so grateful for your writing and so excited for all the works youāre preparing for this celebration!!!!! šā Anon
Iām so glad youāre excited about the 1k works! Iām just as grateful for having a reader like you š hereās to a great rest of the year
Prompt:Ā
15. āI remember kissing you. Why do I remember kissing you?ā
A/N: The Doctor returns to find you still without memory of him but also not thriving like he wanted you toĀ
There she was. Just over there.
All he had to do was cross the street and heād be toe to toe with her. It seemed like a simple feat, but he somehow struggled with the idea.
There she was. So close and yet so far.
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I'm really thankful for my face mask right now because I'm reading this on train and I can't help it but I have to grin with manic happiness ahhhhhh
I have this theory that every thought that Alec Hardy has during the S1 starts with: *sigh* bitch-
Nearly midnight venting post
I went to study digital graphic design because I realised that it is the best way for me in the matter of materialising the things that are in my head. Or I should say, it was and still is the only way in which I can find satisfaction with my work and I am not that bound to perfectionism. But during my years in uni, I started to focus more on the matter of income. Of course, I worry about my future and I want to have enough money to live well, but focusing more on creating logos and branding identities and marketing, in general, is honestly killing me on the inside. I went to study it to be creative, do use my power of imagination, to tell stories. Yet now I am being pulled more and more towards the business part of all of this and I hate it, I hate it so much it makes me want to scream.
My parents taught me that I cannot do only the things I want in life. That I also have to do the boring things and frustrating things because that's life. So of course I am gonna lean more towards using digital graphic design in marketing. Because that is where you can earn money, good money if you are good at what you do. The fact that it is making me feel more depressed than I already feel is probably negligible.
When I was young and during my teen years, I wanted to be an actor. But I was always so shy to pursue this dream because I always thought that I would not be good at it. I finally gathered my courage to sign myself in theatre class at the end of my second year at high school. And guess what, I was good at it. Or I presume that I was good at it, my teacher said so, so I hope that he was telling the truth. Although I played mostly older women (I was grandma twice and mother once lol, but I was the oldest in the group so it doesn't surprise me) and sometimes it was hard and frustrating, but looking at it backward, I enjoyed it. But I didn't have the confidence to pursue an acting career and I still don't have the confidence. It is mostly because I don't believe in myself (thank you depression and anxiety) and because everyone is saying that it is a tough industry and only a few people make it and it doesn't pay well. And there is this statement set in the stone in my mind that I have to have money to live well, to be happy. When did I allow money to determine my sense of happiness? But at the same time, would I be happy with less money, knowing that I canĀ“t afford things? It is really hard to distinguish my true emotions about things. Depression and anxiety are constantly affecting my feelings and decisions and experiences and it is really frustrating not knowing how I truly feel about things and situations.
Okay, this post is taking a completely different turn, so I will return to the main point. I want to tell stories, I want to be creative, I want to free and materialise the things I see and feel. I want it and I fear it at the same time because I know that pursuing this would mean losing the comfort state that I am currently in. Marketing and the world of money are killing me, yet I need them to survive. I canĀ“t tell if this longing to be creative, be an actor, a writer, an artist, having this creative outburst is only achievable in my fantasy world or if it is possible also in the real one. I want to live in my fantasy world, yet I know I cannot, and knowing that is making me feel utterly sad. I am too wise for my own good and too foolish to still dream about being free and happy.
Maybe the main point of this post is that I have a lot to talk about with my therapist tomorrow.
not to sound like a total slut but oh boy it would be so nice to have a really long hug and some reassuranceĀ
Yesterday's night I dreamt about hugging my current comfort person. We shared a hug many times alongside words of comfort. It healed my soul but at the same time it stabbed me in the back when I woke up and realised that it wasn't real and probably never will be.
