#I have a use nooooww

[wendy-darling23]

Behind the scenes

People: Ler! Sneeg and Lee! Ranboo, a little bit of implied ler!charlie at the end.

Summary: They had just finished filming an episode of Genloss and Ranboo and Sneeg at hanging out. Let’s just say Sneeg’s hands had minds of their own.

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“Well! That’s a rap, you guys did good!” Ranboo said, appreciating everyone’s hard work. “Hey Sneeg! Wanna chill out in the coffee room?” (Ima assume they had a coffee room)

“Sure, By the way can we go over the script real quick?” Sneeg replied, kinda confused on what he was supposed to do.

“Yeah, duh, of course.” Ranboo said walking into the room. They sat down and chatted for a bit. Sneeg could see that Ranboo was a little bit stressed about how things were going to go. Sneeg wanted to get Ranboo to ease up, suddenly, he got an idea

“Yeah then we- we go into the room and-“ Ranboo cut off after hearing Sneeg groan.

“AH- DUDE RUN, I THINK IM GETTING BRAIN WASHED- AH” Sneeg shouted, dramatically falling to the flour. Ranboo got up at this in a slight worry. Sneeg shook everywhere like he was seizing.

“DUDE RUN, OR YOU’LL REGRET IT-“ Sneeg suddenly fell limp, like he died or something (just like he did more than once in Genloss). Ranboo slowly crept up to Sneeg.

“…Sneeg?” Ranboo softly said, genuinely confused.

“Sneeg is no longer here…. I AM NOW THE TICKLE MONSTER!” Sneeg- or should I say the tickle monster- jumped up and pinned Ranboo to the ground.

“AH- um Snehehg we can tahahlk about thihihis.” Ranboo said, already giggling with anticipation.

“Nah dude, I sensed your stress, I had to take over and fix that.” Sneeg said like it was a totally normal thing. With that, he dug his hands into Ranboo’s sides.

“Snehehehehehg nohohohohoho, dohohohohohon’t” Ranboo said, immediately bursting into giggles.

“Don’t what? Don’t stop? Well I guess If you asked for it I just have to oblige I guess.” Sneeg teased, moving up to his ribs.

“NOHOHOHOHO- Yohohohohur sohohoho mehehehehahahn!” Ranboo giggled out, suprised at the sudden rib tickles.

“WHAT? Me? Dude I’m the one trying to make you feel better,” Sneeg said, moving down to Ranboo’s hips, “Besides, I didn’t even hold your hands down, you had alll the power to stop me, and you didn’t! What about that huh?”

“SHUHSHSHSHHEHEHEH” Ranboo Managed to get out.(nah he was like ‘DONT EXPOSE ME SSSHHH’) Sneeg smiled, knowing he had enough he slowed down the tickles. He helped Ranboo back onto the couch and sat beside him.

“You know, if you ever feel stressed or worried, you can talk about it. We’re here for you dude.” Sneeg said in a semi-serious tone.

“Thanks, I kinda needed that…” Ranboo said looking down. Sneeg poked his side. Ranboo shrieked and shuffled away. Sneeg chuckled putting his hand on Ranboo’s shoulder.

“Don’t worry, I’m done. But you will definitely be getting it from him.” Sneeg said, pointing at The doorway. Ranboo was confused until he saw Charlie at the doorway.

Let’s just say, Ranboo’s stress was long gone.

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I think it was a little short. But I’m happy with it!

I hope the anon is happy with it-

Anyways PLEASE GIVE ME MORE REQUEST SO I CAN HAVE SOMETHING TO DO WITH MY LIFE.

#ler! Sneeg #lee!ranboo #genloss #I have a use nooooww

[bibliocratic]

drunken nights

jonmartin, scottish safehouse, drinking wine and card games

fluff. just fluff. 

His lips and teeth stained purplish, Jon finishes his drink with an extravagant flourish and beckons impatiently for the corkscrew. 

Martin's put it down somewhere, so by the time he's uncovered it from down the side of the sofa, Jon's sourced a new bottle, digging into the soft flesh of the cork with the metal implement Martin's passed over.

Their second evening in the safe house has wound down grim and blustery, the creak of the cottage like a laden floorboard, and Martin is discovering Jon drinks exactly like a uni student.  

“We should play a game,” Jon proposes grandly and decisively, holding up a finger like he wants to illustrate a  particularly salient point in a lecture.

“Like what?” Martin says, content to let the words form and fall out of his mouth lazily, half-moulded like a cushion against the back of the sofa. Like some indolent Caesar, he holds his mug out, shaking it at Jon until he gets the message. Jon gives himself a triumphant and satisfied nod when he manages to top up both of their mugs – there was no glasses in the cupboards that they've yet found, and Jon seems content to fill the mismatched mugs up like he's pouring tea – without spillage.

“Let's do questions,” Jon says, passing back Martin's topped-up drink. He's gone blotchy around his throat, but he fixes on Martin with wine-bright eyes, bearing one of those smiles on his face that Martin never knew could come so easily.

“Don't you have.... y-your omniscient mind powers f'that?” Martin says, squinting as Jon, who had just sat down and sunk against him, in a resolute gear-change becomes a spiky thing with a mission, all elbows as he pushes himself back up to a wavering stand before lurching in the direction of the kitchen cabinets.

“I'm serious!” Jon replies, making a god-awful clattering racket as he pushes aside cutlery and tin opener and spatulas from their home in the top drawer that apparently holds everything, either kitchen-related or not. 

Finally, with a little 'ah!', he brandishes like a dog-eared grail a grimy looking box of playing cards. “Daisy left these.”

“Makes a nice change from gaffer tape an' weirdly stained rope,” Martin burbles back, using the divinely-granted opportunity he's been bestowed to give Jon a shameless and fondly admiring once-over before Jon swivels around on the balls of his feet and Martin schools his expression mild and dopey. “Anyway, you want t' do questions, why don't we jus' play Never Have I Ever or summin'?”

Jon makes a face that is either currently remembering some beer-soaked student days or trying very hard to forget.

“My game's better,” he says, bee-lining back to his position squashed against Martin's stomach. He throws himself down heavily, and Martin gives a grunting, over-dramatic ooof as his favourite hedgehog-human elbows him while he reconfigures his seating. “'s fun.”

“You know the meaning of the word then?”

Jon sticks out his tongue. Martin tries to poke it with his finger, and Jon reels back with another one of those wine-laden expressions, earnest and open as a window.

“I want to know everything about you,” he says, struggling with finding the opening at the top of the pack, before  he pauses, dutifully following up with a no-less sincere and concessionary: “But not if you don't want to.”

Martin takes the cards off him, not wanting to watch Jon martyr himself for hours trying to open something for the second time in as many days. (The raspberry jam was still unopened and apparently fused shut for later civilisations to one day come across. Martin had caught Jon trying to pop the seal with a knife and there had been words).

Jon sways and folds his limbs cross legged, body leaning towards Martin as he unpacks the cards into his palm.

“What questions then?”

Jon huffs.

“I'm not going to tell you, that's not the game.”

“What if you cheat though?”

“I won't!”

“'s what a cheater would say.”

“Martin...!”

“Tell y' what,” Martin grins, “Rules! You like those. Right – er – kay, if you use your ominous eye powers – ”

“I'm not going t – ”

“If. Then, then there's a penalty. 's fair, right?”

Jon grumbles another petulant 'not gonna' into his wine mug, the protestation echoing.

“I think...” Martin says slowly, blinking heavily, taking a big swig and sloshing it around his mouth. “...you should hafta take a drink.”

“I'm drinking anyway,” Jon replies impishly, with one of his own-brand smug expressions, and Martin shushes him with a shoulder-shove and a grinning 'another drink then!'

Jon takes the cards out of Martin's hands, almost folds the lines in his forehead in concentration as he tries to shuffle them, and then promptly fans them all over the sofa.

“A-and!” Martin says with a pleased smirk. “A-and I get another question!”

Jon makes the kind of sigh that implies he is possessed of saintly, near beatific patience for agreeing to such unreasonableness.

Martin leans forward and sloppily kisses Jon's hairline, and this seems to appease him. He tries to sit straighter up, fails and gives up up as a bad idea anyway.

The game is decided. It's simple and easy for their lubricated minds to parse – if a black card is turned over, Jon asks Martin a question. If a red, Martin asks Jon. Number cards are easier, more playful questions. Higher number cards and picture cards are more serious or personal questions. Any card can be refused at any time. Jon repeats this with an anxious frown until Martin nudges him with an elbow, sensing a spiral starting if he doesn't intervene, and demands the game be begun.

The rules go out of the window just as simply. Often they'll get tangled in the bramble-patch of some question, mouth full of reminiscences, clarifying or expanding questions batted back and forth like a casual and amenable round of some racquet sport. But, equally likely, debate will spring up over the numerical value of the question and that will cheerfully eat up the time as they spiritedly disagree on what sorts of information is worth what number.

“That's an eight at least, y' - you can't ask that until you've got at least an eight.”

“But I've not got an eight, I’ve a six.”

“Then tough, you better wait.”

“But you could tell me nooooww.”

Jon draws a nine of spades, and spends an over-long amount of time pondering the question.

“C'mon, hurry up.” Martin nudges him with a socked toe, and takes another gulp of his rapidly depleting wine.

“I'm thinking,” Jon pouts.

Martin stretches out, yawning, and then awkwardly manoeuvres himself so he's on his back, half lying on Jon's crossed legs, the rest of him stuck out over the arm of the sofa to dangle.

“You look silly upside down,” he says, following the line of Jon's jaw, his vision getting a little less concrete now but perfectly happy to float in his tipsy haze for a while.

Jon trails a hand through Martin's hair rhythmically while he ponders.

“I've got – yeh, yeh, I've got one,” he says finally. “Ok, here you go, right – when was your last relationship?”

“I had a three-week fling about five years ago with a guy called Manoj,” Martin replies, loose-lipped, riding the easy slide of the words slicking out of his mouth. “He's some high-flying investment banker now. Not good boyfriend material, you know, but we kept in touch, text sometimes if we wanted to hook up.”

The static in Martin's head fades enough for him to frown and shake himself free of the urge that just swept him along.

“Shit,” Jon swear.  Martin doesn't like the blank expression of horror that's begun to creep like ivy rash, pushing aside his reddening inebriation.  “Shit – Martin – I...”

“You're a cheat!” Martin declares quickly, efficiently sweeping all concerns about Jon's mild lapse from his mind in favour of smugly finger-pointing. “Cheat! That's – More wine! That's t'rules.”

“I – er.”

Martin's stumbling fingers reach down to the side of the sofa, and he sits up enough to fill Jon's mug again. It overflows a bit and drips on Jon's jeans and neither of them notice.

“You promised no mind powers,” he sing-songs, pushing the mug back at Jon.

Jon's expression seeps from heightened and horrified to a cautious mild embarrassment, and Martin feels a warm wash of a job accomplished.

“'was an accident,” he says as he sinks his face into the mug.

“Penalties are penalties.” Martin grins.

“You really have hook-ups with an investment banker?”

“Had. Past tense. Don't judge me.”

“I'm not – you can do what you like with your own body. Jus' they tend to be a bit...” Jon makes a most definitely judgy face.

“Stuck up?”

“I was going to try arrogant.”

“Maybe that's my type,” Martin says with a goofy wink, and Jon rolls his eyes. “And that was a sip, Jonathan, that's not a penalty.”

Jon drinks a little more. Martin bestows a graceless kiss against his cheek as a reward for his pains.

“And now my question,” Martin says.

Jon has the habit of drawing his eyebrows intensely together as he waits for each question, as though readying to give the enquiry the entirety of his attention.

“Alright. Go on.”

“Which one of my poems is your favourite?”

“I'm not answering that.”

“Why not?”

“Martin...”

“Fine. Another one. Non-morose answers only.” Martin bops Jon's nose. He's struggled through the reticence of his unruly limbs to sit up properly, and enjoys the fruits of his labours in that he can now more easily look at Jon while he's talking. “What do you wish you were better at?”

“Well, under such strict and unnecessary restrictions,” Jon says, who has taken advantage of Martin's more upright position to lean against him like a capsizing boat,  his mug hugged against his breastbone. “Dunno. I've always quite liked the idea of – of getting into astronomy. There's all of the visually observable stuff, and it's fascinating, like it's – 't's really cool, the sorts of things you can see, even with reasonably cheap equipment, but then – then they've got this – this thing called radio astronomy, an' it's where you detect things like pulsars and stuff using radio waves, and it's really amazing, you know and – why're you smiling at me like that?”

“I'm dating such a nerd,” Martin laughs and fails to disguise how charmed he is, how wide his wine-stained lips are pulled. “That's adorable.”

“What about you then?” Jon says. He's going for affronted, but his hair is sprouting up fly-away, there's a strip of darkening skin over his nose and cheeks, and he has honest-to-god dimples that even his scruffy patch of beard doesn't mask when he smiles with his whole mouth. His happiness is a thoughtless, reckless thing and Martin thinks it's stunning. If he can figure out how to word it, he's definitely going to tell Jon, just blurt it out because Jon deserves to know, should be told how much his happiness means to Martin.

Jon swivels his body to drape his legs over Martin's knees, fidgets like a cat before he finally stills.

“Maybe baking?” Martin muses. He strokes the knobbly bone on the side of Jon's ankle, the skin fading smooth from the dark hair down his legs, and Jon twitches like he's ticklish. “I've never really...”

“Martin!” Jon says suddenly. Sitting up so fast in fact that he sloshes a blood-coloured stain onto his shirt.

“What?” Martin says, a buzz of threatened sobriety at whatever has broken their languid, lazy peace.  Jon's putting his mug down and leaning forward.

“Martin,” he stresses again, and his face has filled up with a torch-bright light, dimples deepening. “There's flour in the kitchen. Martin, th-there's – I think there's... Eggs! We've eggs, 'n you got milk – let's make – let's make a cake!”

Martin blinks.

“What now?”

“Yeah, sure, now.”

Martin snorts.

“That oven's seen the Blitz, Jon! We'll need tetanus shots before we go near the thing.”

“N', n' it'll be fine, Daisy used it to make bread to disguise the smell of bleach.”

“God, that's not the ringing endorsement you think it is.”

“Hush, c'mon, let's go look,” Jon tries to stumble up and nearly drop-kicks his innocently placed mug. Martin breaks into a tipsy peal of laughter, squawks when Jon nearly collapses back onto him, almost headbutting him before he squashes his face with a petulant, slightly-off-the-mark kiss.

“Fine,” Martin half-slurs as Jon squirms, trying to separate them and drag Martin up from where he was entirety committed to being dug in for the evening. “F'ne, we'll look, kay, you pr'lly can't get rabies anyway with your mind powers.”

Jon staggers and nearly slips. Martin, feeling that it'll be better for all concerned if Jon is not allowed to do much walking for the moment, instead feels that now is a perfect moment to demonstrate every expression of chivalry he's always rather sappily wanted to shower a loved one with.

This firmly in mind, the idea growing better by the moment, Martin valiantly attempts to lift Jon in a wonky bridal carry.

Jon near shrieks with something that is both primal and delighted, but also rationally terrified: “Martin, your back!” Your back!”

“'s fine,” Martin grunts.

“You're going to do your back in!”

“If you keep squirming around, lemme get a good grip.”

“You're g-g-goin' to drop me, M-Martin!”

Tears are rolling down Jon's cheeks, his chest heaving in short-breathed gasping laughter that makes their small cramped living room seem bigger than it is.  Martin does nearly drop him, but the sofa is still there for Martin to plant the hiccuping, giggling object of his devotions down upon safely. It takes a few minutes, but he convinces the leggy, laugh-shook drunkard he calls his own to clamber onto his back like a leggy koala, and this is more successful as Martin swayingly carries him into the kitchen.

(Their cakes are flat, lacking in sugar and near carbonated by the time they remember to take them out of the oven. Martin wakes up with Jon's hair in his mouth and a thundering pity-party of  a headache made worse by Jon's snoring and he cannot for the life of him stop smiling).

#tma #the magnus archives #fic #jonmartin #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #fluff #i absolutely love that headcanon that jon and martin just spent one night at the safehouse just getting slaughtered and having fun #give them something happy #cw alcohol

[n2y88]

YOU

CAN

FIGHT

WITH THE DIVINE BEASTS

HELLO I AM OVER-SOLD PLEASE LET US HAVE THE GAME NOOOOWW

#hwaoc #hyrule warriors age of calamity #age of calamity #BOTW #WELP

[yourlocalfandomfreak]

Any dating headcanons for Zim?

Oh you better believe I’ve got some headcanons for this boy-

 Zim x Reader Dating HCs

👽 Dating Zim is very.. interesting, to say the least.

👽 Even after the whole mess with Tak, he wants to use you to study about love, affection and relationships. Congratulations, (Y/N), you’re Zim’s new love pig.

👽 He demands you show him how love and relationships work, so naturally you tell him that you’re now a ‘couple’, that you two have to go on ‘dates’ with each other.

👽 “Love pig, now that we are a ‘couple’, I demand that you take me on one of these ‘dates’ IMMEDIATELY!!! Also, what is a ‘date’?”

👽 So you two go on various different dates for him to experiment with: to the park, a restaurant, the beach, a local boardwalk fair, and this whole time, he’s closely studying your behavior.

👽 You notice this, so you have to tell him to just have fun with it, and not be so serious for once. “Fun?? I AM HAVING FUN! The most fun I’ve ever had IN MY LIFE!!! I’m FULL of fun!! More fun that you, HUMAN!! .. what’s fun? Is it dangerous?”

👽 When you two come back from your dates and he asks what else couples do, you answer that couples sometimes cuddle and talk to each other, about each others feelings.

👽 “I see.. love-pig, cuddle me and talk to me about your feelings! Do it NOOOOWW!!”

👽 You scoot closer and snuggle up to the alien boy, who kinda retracts in disgust, but stays put. It’s gross to him that you’re so close to him, but your warmth on him feels kinda nice.

👽 You slowly pull his arm and wrap it over your shoulders, and Zim just kinda sits there, a bit uncomfortable. “Relax,” you tell him. “Let go of your worries for a minute.”

👽 He tries to relax, trying to loosen up his shoulders and lay back on the couch with you. Eventually, although he would never bring himself to admit it, he really, genuinely starts to enjoy cuddling with you.

👽 “It’s so odd.. Irkens aren’t known to ‘cuddle’ as far as I know, let alone do all those things we did today.” He would muse to himself, absentmindedly leaning his head on your shoulder.

👽 “Well.. maybe we can change that?” You lean your head back to look up at him with a kind smile. He gives you a funny look before looking away all flustered, leaning into you more affectionately.

👽 You two end up talking for hours, about Earth, humans, how much Zim hates Dib, and it’s pretty peaceful, both of y’all chilling and cuddling on the couch together until GIR decides to start throwing potato chips at you guys, “WHEEEEE!! IT’S RAINING CHIIIIIIIPS!!!!”

👽 R.I.P GIR lmao-

#invader zim #invader zim headcanons #invader zim x reader #zim #zim x reader #headcanons #anon

[roseyotter]

A French Song I Wrote Titled; My Lovely, Sweet Heart

Come to mee... My sweet melody My lovely, lullaby... The moon is out The winds, they shout But please don't cry  For I am here, by your side Standing tall, against the tide You and me, we're against the world But don't think it will crumble me... Because I am with you Mon beau cœur doux The skies have nothing against us nooooww... Because I am with you Mon beau cœur doux We will go up, the sky will fall down... But I am with you... Mon beau cœur doux Mon beau cœur doux Mon beau cœur doux...  The days are hard But I'm your guard Against the terrors and cries For when you're with me It's all clear to see Our love will neeeverrr die But life is so cruel, it threatens our love It pulls, it rips, it snaps, it does whatever because You and I are against the world But I don't think it will crumble me...  Because I am with you Mon beau cœur doux The skies have nothing against us nooooww... Because I am with you Mon beau cœur doux We will go up, the sky will fall down... But I am with you... Mon beau cœur doux Mon beau cœur doux Mon beau cœur doux... Looooooove can be a fool It can make us cry It will threaten to die But know that IIIIIIIII can be with you No matter the cost No matter the lost Because when I'm with you... I see your eyes I know you stumble and faaaaalllll But know that with me, your tears will dry Because I am with you...  Because I am with you My sweet... butterflyyyyyyyyyyyyyy... Never ever crrryyyyyyyyyy... Mon beau cœur doux... You are mon beau cœur doux You'll always be mon beau cœur doux Never forget you're mon beau cœur doux Mon beau cœur doux... Because I am with you Mon beau cœur doux The skies have nothing against us nooooww... Because I am with you Mon beau cœur doux We will go up, the sky will fall down... But I am with you... Mon beau cœur doux Mon beau cœur doux Because I am with you Mon beau cœur doux The skies have nothing against us nooooww... Because I am with you Mon beau cœur doux We will go up, the sky will fall down... But I am with you... Mon beau cœur doux Mon beau cœur doux Mon beau cœur doux... Mon beau cœur doux... My Lovely... Sweet Heart.

[daenerys-targaryen]

hi Leah! how do you add a gif to an image on photoshop?

Hello! I assume you’re referring to the current header being a still of Miss Swift while having a butterfly gif on top of it.

Here is an in depth step by step tutorial on how you add a gif over a still image.

We’re going to make this today my friends.

I’m sure there are other ways to do this, and of course you don’t have to follow this tutorial step by step... but this is my process.

So, first you have your ‘still’ image open and ready to go (we’re gonna call it image #1)

You’re going to open up the gif that you’re going to put over the still (we’re gonna call this guy image #2)

In order to do this right, both pictures must be the exact same size and have the exact same number of frames. Otherwise, things will just not work out. Make image #2 the same size as image #1. In order to make them have the same number of frames, you’re going to go back to the still image you have open, go down to the bottom and hit ‘create frame animation’

(If it says something along the lines of ‘create timeline’ all you have to do is hit the arrow down button and change it to create frame animation)

it’s going to create a single frame animation, see below.

Go to the far right and hit this

It’s going to open up a dialogue box you’re going to select ‘copy frames’, 

click ‘ok’, then the box will disappear.

You’re gonna hit this box once again

The dialogue box will pop up again, this time you’ll select ‘paste frames’

this box will pop up and you’re going to select ‘pate after selection’, then this will happen

Now you have two frames! Woot! From here, you’re going to keep copying / pasting the frames until you have the exact same frames in image #1 as you do in image #2.

Once you have the same number of frames in both, you’re going to go back to image #2, select the first frame of the set

then scroll aalllll the way over to the very last frame of the set, HIT SHIFT + click the last frame. This should have selected each frame from 1-100

then select this

the dialogue box will appear again, hit ‘copy frames’. Go back to image #1, follow the same steps of selecting frame 1 to the very last frame. Hit this once more,

then hit ‘paste frames’ in the dialogue box. The same box will appear

You’re going to select ‘past frames over selection’ this is crucial.

It will now look like this

It went on there not centered at all, in order to center is you have to select everything but pressing CTRL + A (control + all) and now you’re image will look like this

I always think of this as little dancing arts surrounding the image lol. Anyways, now that everything is selected, you’re going to hit this button on the left side

This is the ‘Move’ button. Then, at the very top you will see this

In order to center it, you’re going to hit both of these

And that will perfectly center your image.

Nooooww you’re going to go over to the ‘Layer’ section on the right and they should look something like this

You’re going to select the very top layer (layer 100 for me), then scroll all the way to the first layer at the bottom and once again while pressing the Shift button, select ‘Layer 1′. This will select every layer of image #2. Now you’re going to find this at the bottom right

select this

This will ‘Group’ your layers together. Now, it should look like this

You’re going to highlight / select the Group 1 layer, then near the top you’ll see this

You’re going to use the drop down arrow and switch the layer settings, you can chose lighten, screen, really whatever works best for the look you’re going for. I’m going to use ‘Color Dodge’

Now my image looks like this.

The snow falling is a bit too strong for my taste, so I’m going to go to Layers area and find the opacity.

It’s currently set at 100%, but I’m gonna change it to 60% so it’s not so extreme.

Now it looks like this.. it’s a bit softer in my opinion :)

Now we’re going to add our ‘transition’ (the things that makes it look fancy on mobile)

To do this, you’re going to go back to this section

instead of pressing the group button, you’ll select this one instead

This is going to add a new layer. Make sure to keep it at the top, and it should look like this.

Now you’re going to go over to the left side and find the brush (or press the ‘B’ key as a shortcut)

and while on the new layer, draw whatever pattern you wish!

This is my final product.

If you guys have any further questions, you can reply to this post or send me a direct ask about it and I’ll try to help you best I can.

#yeahps #chaoticresrouces #allresources #photoshop tutorial #overlay tutorial #gif tutorial #gif overlay #header tutorial #I really hope this makes sense lmao #I took like 30+ screenshots alskdjflaksdj #anyways #hope this helps. game of thrones header #got #Anonymous

[juliajoybell]

Mr. Murdoch's Neighbourhood

Hi everyone !!! I’m back for another review this week. It’s always a good moment when we can watch a new episode, don’t you think? 

So this is just happened in ‘” Murdoch Mysteries “ 

. Julia is digging and William is watching . 

Huh...I know Julia is a feminist and all , and that William never dig, but...that’s not very “ gentleman acting” from him. No? Let’s think he actually made the hole and she just recover the body...still...Wetland is a waaayyy heavier than dry land. Just sayin...No I’m not used to buried corspe. 

. The Murdoch buried dead people for fun/science in their own private land . 

Ah...Well, if it is for the name of the science then...I find this a little creepy tho, but that’s our nerds, we love them that way ;). 

. Julia is teaching . 

And that made me happy. With te stupid smile on my face and the “aaaawww”, serioulsy who wouldnt have a teacher like Doctor Ogden?! 

. Julia is eating . 

No, I will not only write about what Julia is doing in this episode, BUT THIS IS IMPORTANT !!!!! Julia is eating, guys, am I the only one that noticed that they barely show her eating in the seasons and William says someting about her appetite in this episode?? TELL ME SHE IS EATING LIKE THAT BECAUSE SHE IS PREGNANT AND NOBODY KNOWS IT AND WE WILL LEARN IT BEFORE THE END OF THE SEASON !!!!!! Yeah, I know you will say ; “ That’s stupid Julia, she can’t ( well actually she can be pregnant but that is another debate we have since years ), and George is eating too and he can’t be pregnant etc... But well, I “know” them, and if I’m wrong...I don’t know what I would do, but I smell it like a big chocolat cake !!! We will see...still...Julia is eating and that is an important detail... 

. Higgins . 

Should I really develop this?? No because, you know Higgins ! 

. Ooops . 

Ah that wasn’t the right corpse. 

. Ooops again . 

Try again, not this one neither. 

. That’s a lot of Ooops . 

And bodies ! I’m not sure I would build my house here Mr. and Mrs. Murdoch! No, because, they weren’t the only ones having fun burying corpse it seems. :S 

. Jackson . 

Jackson !!! <3 

. Euh...Miss Cherry at Nina’s brother garage? . 

Oh yes, nobody seems to care, that’s ok then. How pure and innocent George is. But I like more and more Miss Cherry. Yes I know I think I said the first time I saw her that I did not, but we can be wrong sometimes, no? ;) But Julia eating.... 

. The dream team . 

I loooove to see William and Julia working together . But you already know that. 

. Murdoch x 3 . 

That’s funny to see Lachlan Murdoch’s father with his son in Murdoch Mysteries. And actually, they have the same eyes, OMG. 

. Welcome in the  Neighbourhood . 

Huh, perhaps not after all? Imagine the barbecues !!! I’m glad William and Julia came to the same conclusion. 

. Oooops Jackson . 

Aaww that was cute :) I’m glad Jackson is flirting with the young lady. 

. Flirting Jilliam . 

If you haven’t made that baby ( but I think you already did ) MAKE THAT BABY NOOOOWW. Fade to dark -- > Like usual :/ 

I personaly enjoyed that episode even if the plot was a bit unlikely. It was really a good time I spend watching this one and I didn’t get bored at any minute. I like the fact we see a lot Julia, of course, and that they are a lot outside of the Morgue and the Station Four. I like the fact we learn more about the characters history, like Jackson, and that investigation meet fun, love and mysteries. : ) 

See you next week for another review !! For more go on CBC.CA to re-watch the episode, I myself go on the Academy Website now to vote several time for Hélène Joy at the Fan’s Choice Awards > https://fanvote.academy.ca/#/fans-choice-award  Because, let’s face it, she is the best and she proved it to us once again this week !! <3 

JJB 

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