Hi everyone! I'm italian, i'm a woman. I like a lot of things: Disney's movies, Marvel's movies...a lot of different type of movies and I really like TV's series of different types. In particular in my dash you will find my shipps and otps from my fandoms...the majority are gay shipp. I've talked too much....so enjoy!
I LOVE the headcanon that Charles fell in love with Erik the moment he felt his mind. It makes so much sense with him jumping into the ocean within a minute of knowing Erik exists. Like yeah we know Erik is a badass nazi hunter at that point but Charles is just a twink academic LMAO he has no business jumping into the ocean like that!!! genuinely like one of the most romantic scenes I've ever seen in a movie, I melt every time I watch it. Charles really felt Erik's pain and trauma and said THATS MY MAN
I really do love how Stereks have just adopted Eli into the Sterek canon. Instead of ignoring him we made him ours completely. Like I always forget his name isn't actually Eli Stilinski-Hale.
teen wolf: the movie two. stiles has a daughter who acts just like derek. he bought himself a black camero just like dereks but instead of his daughter wanting it to herself she keeps trying to get rid of it bc she thinks the love stiles has for it is weird.
It's unhealthy.
There's taking care of a car and then there's lovingly calling it sour wolf jr, acting like any noise it makes is it arguing with him or dragging him around, ending up in life threatening situations.
Why is her dad threatening to let the cars gas run out and leaving it on the side of the road, but smiling softly and gripping the stirring wheel that tight?? Its not normal. The car needs to go. And whenever she meets who made her father like this, they're gonna get their throat ripped out. By her teeth.
Derek and Stiles loudly arguing in Spanish and Polish. Neither of them actually speak the other’s language but it doesn’t matter because the argument is actually happening in eyebrows and body language
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John leaned back against the cushions on the window seat … Rosie fast asleep against his chest. The London skyline staring back at him, an unseeing eye, always awake.
He was surrounded by piles of their letters. Rosie had grown tired of sounding out the words after several hours of laughing and giggling … and had begged John to keep reading them out loud.
. And so he had …
.
Until her little eyes had fluttered and eventually shut tight. Her breathing, the only sound punctuating the small room.
.
John smiled.
Once, he would have never imagined his life to include a child.
He and Mary certainly hadn’t planned on having a family. She hadn’t even retired when he was invalided out. He hadn't wanted her to.
But they were together as often as the work allowed, and they could not have asked for more.
On nights like these … he couldn’t help picturing her there … sitting across from him …
. Smiling that soft smile … as she sipped a cup of tea … and made room for him to join her?
He held her inviting gaze for as long as her ghost would stay with him … He knew it would not be long …
.
“Oh, Mary,” he said with a soft exhale … as he held their child close,
. “I miss you so much sometimes … it hurts.”
.
Then he blinked; A light flickered;
And just like that …
. She was gone.
.
John closed his eyes and knocked his head back against the wall. Fighting, again … the emotion that threatened to overtake him.
She couldn't stay.
. No matter how much he begged her to. Each night.
.
He had to move on, didn't he? Or risk becoming a ghost himself.
.
They sat there, for a half hour or more … before John's leg began to ache … nearly as much as his heart … as he allowed himself to imagine what it would look like … moving on …?
He examined with new eyes, their modern flat. All glass and metal. Windows from floor to ceiling. Stainless kitchen. White marble counters. Harsh Angles. It had all somehow seemed … softer … with Mary here …?
. But now he realised, he didn't want to bring someone into this space. Their space. To share with him.
. He and Rosie.
.
No.
If he had to move on … he needed a change of scenery too. Something drastic.
.
Rosie murmured in her sleep,
He pulled her close. Rocking her as he hummed.
Then, reluctantly, he lifted her - watching as the letters fell away from each side and spilled out from where she had tucked them into her blankets - and carried her up to her room. Planting a soft kiss on her forehead.
“Goodnight, my little dragon,” he said. Sweeping her curls away from her forehead. Knowing she couldn't hear him. But he would say it anyway, "I love you, and you're right... It's time."
He made his way back down through the silent flat, stopping on the littered stairs, to gather a stray page or two ...
It had been fun going through the letters. He had to admit it. A pleasant distraction. And it had cheered Rosie up.
To imagine him finding his true love … buried somewhere in all of this lot …?
.
. But John knew, it didn't work this way.
.
One didn't find love in a random letter, from a random stranger … like in the movies.
. One found love on the subway. In a local pub, getting fish and chips. At the shops. In a shared cab ride home … and in a bombed-out building in the desert sand …
Love was a wild thing.
Only showing up when you weren't looking. Only growing where you never expected it to be ...
.
He sighed. Grabbing a handful of correspondence that he remembered setting aside as being rubbish ... and binned it.
Then grabbed up another, larger handful indiscriminately, for good measure … and chucked it too - thinking - perhaps he should just bin them all?
.
… But the thought of Rosie's face, at the sight of all those letters gone …? Made him hesitate …
.
He pulled the handful back out of the bin and bent over to drop them. Unaware ... in the process, he had kicked the one with a little love heart ... further underneath the settee ...
Then he went about the room, collecting up the remaining torn envelopes and random pages they had turned into paper aeroplanes, and crumpled balls, and generally tidied up the place. A mountain of untouched letters still waiting there for Rosie. Yet to be explored.
He would leave those for her.
But Dr. Irene was right …
. It wasn't just Rosie that needed someone.
. He needed too.
.
John picked up his mobile and scrolled through his list of acquaintances. He didn’t keep contacts with women that weren't currently work related;
There were a few new nurses, a colleague and a cute receptionist at the office, he remembered. He hadn’t been paying enough attention to recall why? or when? he had added them? Possibly when they texted, requiring his response?
Maybe he should give one a call?
God, how did one do this? Offer them coffee? Something casual?
. And see how it went …?
.
John thought about which one was most likely to have been flirting with him, lately ... and pressed the button.
Never giving himself a moment to second-guess.
.
After all …
The best way to test the waters …
. Was to dive right in.
.
. “Sarah? Hey … I was wondering
. would you like to-?
. Coffee? Yeah? Tomorrow?
. 7am? Great. Sure. Yeah ...
. That ... sounds ... brilliant. I'll-
. Meet you there. Then. Yeah.
. I'm - Looking forward to it.
. Thanks. Yeah. 7am. I'll ... see you then.
. G'night. Night.“
.
John set the phone down.
He stared at it.
.
Sarah sounded almost like ... she had expected his call? Or was he being paranoid?
.
He wondered, feeling a bit nauseous ...
... Had they heard him ... on the radio? ... The ladies at the office?
"Well I think, you should accept that, in a black and white world, we are a colorful rainbow." This isn't mine... but i think this one have to be Shere
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So... i was reading some Johnlock fic and while searching a new work to read i saw a Irene/Molly fic, i wonder why some people ship this...but If We think about the #Mirror in BBC Sherlock and the fact that in the show Molly is in fact a Mirror for John and in the same way Irene is it for Sherlock...Well to me is pretty clear why someone thinks tha they could be a couple...even when they didn't shere a single scene in the Tv series.
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