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#and then seeing BABY
pyjamacryptid · 1 year
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BBC Sherlock
oh anon I am so sorry to disappoint: I have unfortunately seen this show
HOWEVER. I haven’t seen season 4. Or the — was there a special? idk. idc.
So Sherlock’s plane does a u-turn with cartoon skid affects and lands back on the tarmac - since he’s been called to deal with moriarty stuff again or something??? And he and John have a very awkward oh hey haha funny seeing you again wow it’s been so long yeah like 2 minutes. Let’s Forget That Weirdly Emotional Goodbye. There is now a baby and Mary is now….. gone? So now john’s a single dad but not really because Sherlock is becoming dad number 2 which is very inconvenient when you want to avoid feelings and have a mad genius wanting to be the joker to your Batman. Well, well, well, look who it is— John’s stuck in a well. But it’s ok because Sherlock used his mind palace to include the well and construct a mind ladder to retrieve him, and Moriarty is now either dead or locked away and John and Sherlock can go back to bantering over crime scenes while raising the baby together but they don’t kiss. Or something.
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hey don't cry. 7,401 species of frog in the world, ok?
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mydairpercabeth · 4 months
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season 4 is gonna hurt me i fear
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aduckwithears · 3 months
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Periodically, it hits me like a ton of bricks that this scene exists:
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With the windows framed as their wings, the hand fluttering to the back, the most emotionally devastating kiss ever to be filmed...
I am still not well.
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the-holy-ghosted · 8 months
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Girls will say "this is my beautiful wife" and their beautiful wife is just a weird looking man
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ryukatters · 6 months
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bf!bkg ignoring you because you won’t call him baby or handsome or whatever nickname you usually call him
“Katsuki— have you seen my charger? I can’t find it anywhere.”
You call out as you make your way down the hall from your bedroom. Your boyfriend is sitting on the couch, having a rotting party all by his lonesome to really live out his day off. It’s a rare occurrence for him to be so inactive, but you surmise even pro heroes can be lazy every once in a while.
“Kats?”
Still nothing. You know for a fact that he can hear you, because you can see the way he subconsciously perks up the minute you say something. Definitely charming, but not enough to quell the growing mix of irritation and worry (mostly worry) brewing inside the pits of your stomach.
You make your way across the living room, standing in front of his place on the couch. He’s still not looking at you. No matter, you just decide to straddle him instead. His hands automatically find purchase on your hips, fingers just a few millimeters shy of your ass.
“Katsuki. What’s wrong?”
“Dunno who that is,” he huffs, head turning to the side so you can’t see the way his lips quirk down into a pout. (Because he swears up and down that’s something he never does.)
“Kats?”
“No.”
“‘Suki?”
“Close, but still no.”
“Baby?”
“Yeah, baby?”
"Have you seen my charger, handsome?"
"In your desk drawer on the right."
You smile. You press an innocent kiss to the tip of his nose. He pulls you flush against him before you can pull away, capturing your lips with his, appreciating the way the two of you meld against each other. He tries not to look too disappointed when you lift yourself off him and stand up. You lean down to give him a fleeting kiss on the cheek.
"Love you, Katsuki."
"Think you've got the wrong guy, sweetheart."
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[At a gala]
Janet Drake: Jack, honey, where’s the baby?
Jack Drake: Hm? Oh, Bruce Wayne asked to hold him. I figured he’d be safe.
[Bruce sprinting to the car]
Bruce: Alfred, start the car!
Alfred: Master Bruce, is there a problem? And why do you have the Drake child?
Bruce: Don’t worry about it, let’s just go.
Alfred: Sir, I don’t think the Drake’s would appreciate you abducting their baby.
Bruce: But-
Alfred: No “buts”, sir. Please return him, he is not an orphan.
Bruce: *under his breath* Not yet…
Alfred: SIR-
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hansoeii · 8 months
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stede bunnet
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What’s William Afton’s problem in FNAF….
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broh3m3 · 2 months
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Kalim's tsum vignette was fun (I lost my mind multiple times)
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spicy-apple-pie · 7 months
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Jason brings up the fact that he's changed Damian's diapers as often as possible.
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hussyknee · 6 months
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People seem to think this is fake because it's written in English. Apart from the racism in believing that Arab doctors and nurses aren't fluent in English (a second or official language for half of Asia), Palestinians have deliberately been addressing their audience in English on every social media, from journalists to children, because they know speaking English to Westerners immediately makes people more human in their eyes. Because language is one of the ways the imperial cultural hegemony conditions us (yes, everyone in the world) to see who qualifies as "people" and who are simply a mass of bodies who were always made to suffer and die. Gazans know this deeply, which is why they have been using English to beg and plead through social media, "We're not numbers! We're not numbers! We're people like you, we speak your language, we deserve to live!" all the while they're systematically slaughtered.
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Israeli forces also encircled Al Shifa Hospital yesterday and bombed it for several hours while shooting dead anyone trying to flee including medical staff moving between buildings. Not sure whether it's still continuing because WHO lost all communications with its staff there a few hours after. The last new report said that thirty-nine babies had been removed from the incubators before the power went out. It's extremely unlikely they will survive.
Please understand that these atrocities depend on the war of attrition between governments and public attention. The momentum of public outcry is difficult to sustain through repeated stonewalling and bureaucratic intractability. When we're flooded with these reports and a sense of futility and despair replaces the anger, it allows compassion fatigue to set in and the violence to become normalized. Massacring hospitals, killing sick children and openly targeting humanitarian aid workers (Netanyahu just declared the UNRWA is in league with Hamas) will become simply more news articles that fade into the background, and open genocides will soon become part of the "lesser evil".
Take care of yourselves how you can, take distance where needed, but please never tune out and give up on the two million people for whom we are the only witness and hope. Never stop boosting and sharing the news and posts you find, never stop getting out there and joining every protest you can, however small. Anger burns out, which is why activism must depend on an immovable sense of justice and uncompromising value for human life. It's not just about Gaza, it's about the kind of evil our generation will be coerced into accepting as unchangeable and inevitable hereafter.
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mydairpercabeth · 4 months
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Ares saying he hates his own kids and the worst day of the year is when they visit him makes my heart break for Clarisse more. Clarisse fights so hard for scraps of her father’s attention and Ares sees her as just another nuisance. He doesn’t care about her unless she’s able to serve him. But Clarisse (like Annabeth) thinks she just has to work harder for him to love her. In her mind, it’s all her fault. Which is why she is so angry when little punk Percy strolls in at twelve years old, no training and unclaimed, and immediately defeats the minotaur. In three days hes already got the gods attention and his father claimed him. Of course she’s angry.
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lilislegacy · 2 months
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*future percabeth staring at their baby*
percy: sooo… you think he’s got powers?
annabeth: hard to say. he’s young. it’s definitely too early to tell.
percy: *slowly moves crossword puzzle towards baby*
annabeth: percy! our 2 week old is not going to be able to do a crossword!
percy: hey you never know! he has your hair. we could have a little genius!
annabeth: seaweed brain he doesn’t even realize he has hands yet!
*a few minutes later*
annabeth: *looks around to make sure percy isn’t in the room*
annabeth whispering: okay sweetie, you see this cup of water? show mommy if you can make something happen!
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lieu-rey · 2 months
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first meeting
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biceratops7 · 6 months
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This, this fucking image...
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It drives me insane, just activates something visceral, and I finally realized why. It's not just an appropriately placed close up shot to denote intimacy between Gabriel and Beelzebub, it's a fuck damn pov shot.
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Gabriel is not dressed in accordance to his preferences, he is borrowing Aziraphale's clothes. And Beezlebub, well lets just say a black blazer is a black blazer, not exactly the easiest thing in the world to differentiate. Just looking at those hands joining, the individual identities of their owners melts away. The moment could have so easily belonged to Aziraphale and Crowley... and it's just- it's... it's just like the Rats of Nimh. They've seen this sign everyday for almost their whole lives, and have never once known what it says. They can make inferences, use context clues, wherever they are, it seems to be too so it must be about them, but they couldn't ever know for sure. Until one day, without warning, they looked at the words, and understood them.
And the sign communicated a way out.
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Aziraphale and Crowley are the first of their kind. I don't think we really appreciate or understand how utterly unfathomable what they feel for each other is in their lived contexts, even to them. All this painful fear, all these lengths they go to, all to keep safe this precious experience they don't even have the language to name. It's not just unallowed, it's unreal. So then just imagine what the actual fuck they must be feeling when they see someone else... just fucking do it. Just like that. An angel and a demon. In love. Intimate, affectionate, in front of heaven, in front of hell, in front of humanity, in front of GOD, and She knows who the hell else.
For literally the first time, they’re seeing the things they feel for each other exist in others like them.
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