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i'd love to see you do a 'bts as [insert thing]' if you'd like - maybe every member as a song/lyric/quote you like? alternatively, what's a movie you'd want to watch with each member? 💕
crossing my fingers for everything to go well with your cat ❤️❤️
eline!!! thank you for this angel 🥺💗 i’m putting these under the cut bc i got carried away these answers are LONG DJFKD
AHH SHARIKA IM SO LATE BUT HAPPY BIRTHDAY 💖💖💖💖💖💖 i hope you had a wonderful day with good food and presents, and that you felt loved 😌 i don't even remember when i started following you but im so glad i do, you're such a lovely, talented, kind and funny presence (on both blogs :')) i also absolutely love your gifsets and tags and takes on things. here's to a great year (which i guess almost starts with a bts concert, which is not too bad at all) 😌💖
eline thank you so much 😭😭 this message is so sweet pls you’re so kind!!! i adore seeing your tags and takes on things as well 🥺 still manifesting us and yoonjin and rooftop pics w a self timer 💞 ily thank you!!!
HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KASIA!!! 🎉🎉🎉🎂🎂🎂🤗🤗🤗😚😚😚 I hope you're having a great day (despite the, y'know, world) and that you feel deeply loved (you so deserve to). i hope this year (birthday year, that is) will mark a start in giving you everything you could wish for, and that you'll feel more content, loved, and at peace than ever. i hope you smile loads and cackle loudly and get to cuddle your dogs as much as you want. (1/2)
"(2/2) i hope your favourite people continue to make you smile & sometimes roll your eyes, and lastly, i hope you love yourself just as much as I've seen you love others. i love your presence and humour and fandom-hopping, and your thoughtfulness and insight, and I'm always happy to see you online doing your thing. it's a joy to get to have you in my life, and to get a glimpse of yours. basically, i love you, and i hope you have a wonderful day and an even better year 💖💖💖 you deserve the best"
ELINE WHAT. 😭😭😭😭😭 you and marie both came STRAIGHT FOR MY THROAT TODAY TBH! the best friends vibes of the two of you!!!! iconic!!!!!!! i've said it to her too, but I COULD QUOTE THIS BACK AT YOU, MA'AM. thank you SO MUCH for being in my life and for enriching it!!! i'm so glad to have got to know you!!!!! thank you for being so wonderful always!!!!!! and these wishes are truly just! so thoughtful. 🤧 THANK YOU!!! i love you!!!!!!!
SO GLAD YOU REBLOGGED THAT. 40 and Tosh/Owen or 22/23 with them 👀💞
literally no one else but YOU will be interested in this on this blog but here we go a fucking tosh/own drabble!!! never written anything for tw so idek what tf this is.......... i hope some of yall like torchwood ??????/
40. because the world is ending
The world is ending. Well, Owen thinks bitterly, in their line of work, the world is always ending, but it truly feels like it now.
It’s felt like it ever since Owen got shot, plunging into the darkness decades early, fastfastfast, blinking and gasping one second, immobile, dead, the next. It made sense really, Owen thought in his last moments, scared and alone – and no matter who is there to hold your hand, in the end, it’s always just you and Death, if there’s one thing Dr Owen Harper knows, it’s that. He was never meant for a long comfortable life.
It’s felt like it ever since he got trapped into the neverending weight of nothing that comes after death, and even more so ever since he was dragged from it, breaking through the surface without a gasp, given a lifeless lifeline, an empty second chance he never asked for but always wanted.
Surely the world should be on fire right now? Every stupid cunts he’s ever put his life in danger for should be in the streets screaming in fear of a new alien invasion. There should be torrential rains and tornadoes, the whole bloody world gone to shit because there’s no way in hell he should be the only one feeling this. The world should be fucking ending right now.
But it’s not.
Owen ended and the world carried on and every second of every day, his heart doesn’t beat and he’s reminded that he’s nothing but a ghost, finite in all the ways that matter except one, dragging his stupid animated corpse around. Owen never would have thought of his heartbeat as reassuring, but he misses it now, misses the comforting thud of it deep in his chest, misses the days he didn’t ring this hollow.
It’s funny really, Owen never used to be afraid of dying. He’d seen too much of it as a doctor to truly fear the process, even before joining Torchwood. Besides, he was too busy enjoying every single excess this life had to offer to fear the end of it.
Turns out all it took was for him to find out what lies beyond the veil to be filled with nothing but terror. Anger and terror in the pit of his stomach, gnarling at everything he is, eating him alive, transforming him into nothing but a shadow of himself. A ghost.
“It’s going to be okay,” Tosh whispers to him, late at night in his flat, keeping him company because she loves him, or doesn’t trust him not to do something stupid, or both, and Owen hates her a little. Because she means it, she really does, and she’s so earnest, so fierce, that she thinks she can make it so just by saying it.
They’re lying on his bed on top of the covers, side by side, a chasm between them and he wants it to be true so badly. So he closes his eyes, swallowing back down the sarcastic remark on the tip of his tongue. The last thing he wants to do is hurt her. Again.
She reaches for his hand across the bed. Timid at first, hesitant when her fingers slide down his palm. He knows his hand must be cold, unnatural, but she doesn’t flinch.
Thank fuck, Tosh doesn’t flinch.
“Owen,” she whispers, tangling their fingers together when he opens his eyes and tilts his head to look at her.
He’s left a lamp on though it’s past too late, even for them who keep unconventional hours, and she looks soft in the golden light of it, her dark eyes a beacon.
“Tosh, I –” Owen begins, but she shakes her head and he falls silent. Hollow, Death whispers in the back of his mind, they can’t see it yet but you can.
He’s always been a fraud. He’s never deserved this. But when she leans forward to kiss him, lips soft and careful on his, Owen closes his eyes and pretends that he does. Owen closes his eyes and lets himself have this.
Just for now, just this once. After all, the world is ending.
☕☕☕ Amsterdam right back at ya!! 👀 aaand feelings on feminism? favourite things you learned in your studies?
Feelings on feminism, apart from that I am one, you mean? 😂 No, I hate that it’s commercialised, that it’s often reduced to #feminism T-shirts and it’s killing the meaning of it all. Fastest way to reduce the impact of feminism is to let capitalism get its hands on it and render it less impactful than it is by making it a fashion statement that the big companies that already earn money make more money with. And I hate that my grandmother was a feminist, and so is my mum, but my mum refuses to call herself one because it’s too “extreme”, even though all I am I learned from her. And I hate that even coworkers of her generation will make fun of current feminists because it’s “too much”, when they prove exactly why it’s still necessary. It’s complicated.
Favourite thing I learned during my studies... I don’t know, really. Not one thing specifically. Hated academic philosophy, though I loved philosophy in general (still have nightmares about De Saussure or Foucault’s Panopticon), but I remember that class on the male gaze when I was 19 changed my life. I could never look at anything the same way. On the other hand, what I dislike for sure is that I can’t watch movies or shows anymore without looking at it through my academic lens, they really fucked me over with that one. My bachelors was the best time of my life but I have zero interest in dissecting movies and shows like I used to for the papers I had to write, mostly because I just want to watch it and enjoy it without getting hung up on the kind of dolly they used or why they chose to portray it in a certain way. My journalism classes were most helpful though when it comes to my writing though, and I really enjoyed the class I had on popmusic. Can’t say I learned a lot in that class, but the professor was so enthusiastic and so eager to teach us that it was one of my favourites — who teaches you, and how they teach you, really matters.
As for Amsterdam, what can I say that I haven’t said a thousand times before? It’s my home, it’s where most of my happiest memories lie, it’s where I found myself and got to know myself and learned to trust myself, and it’s where I made all my biggest mistakes because I always felt safe enough to make them. We all know I love the UK and desperately want to live in London if even for a few months, and as free as that place makes me feel, as much as it’s necessary for my own happiness to be there once a year at least, there’s nothing like coming home to Amsterdam, where I’m welcomed with open arms. Sure, there’s too many fucking tourists, but that makes finding the right spots all the more satisfying. Amsterdam is chaos, Amsterdam is rebellion, Amsterdam is expressing yourself and culture and late nights rolling out of bars with people you love. I was born here, my entire family from my mum’s side was born here, and I’ve come here for 28 years, but still I get these moments where I walk by a bruine kroeg after work and I can smell the beer and hear the laughter and I look across the water and I just get hit with this feeling that I’m so happy to be a part of it all. It makes me feel alive, not in the way that the UK quiets my brain, but in a quiet but buzzing reassurance, that it’s here, and I’m a part of it, and I’m grateful for it.
23 and any ship you feel like!! 👀
23. …in relief.
(my very first instinct was to do Belinda Blumenthal/herself, but then I decided to go with something serious and do fem!Johnlock but in a universe where Phoebe Waller-Bridge would have written the show)
“You’re absolutely mad.” Sherlock stares at John, stares at the loose strand of hair, fingers itching to tuck it behind John’s ear. “Told you.” John is rolling her shoulder, grinning from ear to ear. “I told you it was him doing the killings. Simple psychology. He was literally talking to them, and I-”
Sherlock’s heart is in her throat. “You utter madwoman.”
John clicks the safety switch on her gun and something in Sherlock stirs. Donovan interrupts the moment as always. By her side towers Lestrade, eyebrows raised. “Haven’t we told you enough times not to go off on your bloody own?” Chief Inspector Donovan says sharply.
“Is that a rhetorical question?” John hands her gun over to Donovan, nods at Lestrade. “Sorry for causing trouble.”
Lestrade clears her throat. “You could have been killed.” Police officers bustle around them and London rain sets in, the faint drizzle clinging to Sherlock’s coat and skin.
“I’m glad you are alright,” she says after a beat, ignoring Lestrade and Donovan for the moment. John’s eyes are warm as she looks at Sherlock. “Likewise.” John’s hand lingers on the small of Sherlock’s back. “Gentlewomen.” She bids Lestrade and Donovan goodbye, and then leads Sherlock onto their way home. There will be consequences tomorrow. Very likely. A cab driver is behind bars and John Watson is possibly the most dangerous woman Sherlock has ever met. Science cannot fathom the extent of her.
“How did you even-” Sherlock begins, and shakes her head. “It would have been perfectly fine to turn in our evidence tomorrow, we had all the data collected, and-”
John stops them in the middle of the street. “Hey. I’m okay.” She places her hands on Sherlock’s arms, holding her still. “We’ve done this for quite a bit, haven’t we.” Her hand slides down Sherlock’s arm and then she takes her hand and presses a kiss against her palm. “I’m okay, Sherlock.” Sherlock sighs, leans in, kisses John’s lips, thumb brushing over the pulse on John’s neck.
“You’re impossible,” she tells her as they pull apart. “But not improbable.” John counters and Sherlock rolls her eyes. “Whoever came up with that load of nonsense.” John tucks her arm in hers and laughs. “Probably some wanker.”
Sherlock hums in agreement and relief rushes through her. A delayed response to the emotional shock earlier. “If you run off again on your own, I will kill you,” she mutters as they continue their walk home, cars rushing past them. “Oh I count on it.” John sighs. “But hey, since I’m not dead yet. How about we have dinner?”
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but!!! what did you watch?
Daredevil. Me and my Marvel problem. Now I’m gonna start Peaky Blinders, now that I’ve gone down the tv shows rabbit hole again.
oohhh HMM 20-22, 42-45, 66-68, and 97-100 please!! (if you haven't done them yet!) [insert heart emojis bc i don't trust tumblr to send this if i type it out on laptop]
(omg the one screenshot so far that technically doesn’t include any bts songs how exciting)
thank you angel 🥰💗💗💗
send me a number 1-100 and i’ll tell you the song it corresponds with on my 2021 top 100 playlist!
