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Social anxiety isn’t cool.
OCD isn’t cool.
Bipolar disorder isn’t cool.
Depression isn’t cool.
Cutting isn’t cool.
Phobias aren’t cool.
Trauma isn’t cool.
Sleep disorders aren’t cool.
Eating disorders aren’t cool.
They’re real things, they’re scary, and pretending you have them is just fucking obnoxious and an insult.
(Source: hopelesssly-imperfect)
#do you know what this looks like #like they just kissed the crap out of each other #like they were finally on their own so they jumped each other #and now they’re feeling awkward #but in like two seconds they’ll be kissing again #deancas #otpotpotpotp #otp #best ship ever they ruined me
(Source: padakitty)
John’s romantically involved with someone
- Tall
- Dark-haired
- Unwilling to share him
- Irritated with his lack of observation
- Fond of long, dark coats (and flipping the collar up)
Paging Dr. Freud…. Dr. Freud, please pick up on extension three….
reblog because of ^this.
OK FEELINGS TIME
I have a lot of thoughts about this whole scene. They talk about setting John up as a womaniser, but this is the last women we see him ‘successfully’ romantically involved with. And yet for so-called womaniser seeking a long term relationship, he is really doing a shit job of it. He has been going through girls like Mycroft goes through cake. There is no emotional attachment to this girl, he hardly even remembers anything about her. He is just going through the motions. If he was really upset by her leaving, he would remove himself from 221b and Sherlock. But he doesn’t and he won’t because Sherlock is his priority, far more than any girlfriend is.
And yeah, he is going through the motions with a girl who likes Sherlock jackets.
(Sometimes I think Johnlock has been canon since this point ASiB but Moffat is trolling us by not taking it past the subtext.)
This whole episode is about Sherlock and love. But by no means is this limited to Irene (whom I love) its about love in all its forms. The complicated love of Sherlock and Mycroft. The fascination between Irene and Sherlock. Sherlocks affection for dear old Mrs Hudson. Johns long string of failed girlfriends. And John and Sherlocks relationship- and there is no word for it really other than relationship.I just can’t help but feel that, like Irene, this girls has called John out on the fact that nothing is more important to him than Sherlock. And that that’s love, no matter what label he puts on it.
end rantHe says, I’ll do anything for you, tell me what I’m not doing! She says: stop making me compete with Sherlock Holmes.
There must be a thought process there for John, and it’s really hard not to infer the things I personally enjoy inferring.
He doesn’t really react to her request. It’s as though she didn’t even say it. Why doesn’t he defend himself against it? Of course that’s not true, Jeanette! You’re my girlfriend, he’s just my flatmate. No. Why doesn’t he try to deny it, or reassure her? Or vow to do better?
Because he can’t have anyone in his life who won’t feel as though Sherlock is John’s first priority. Because he is, and at this point John knows it. So he says, well, I can’t give you that. I’m not going to change my priorities for you. I’m sorry. That’s beyond the scope. I can’t. I need him, and he needs me. You won’t ever understand that, so I’m not even going to bother trying to explain it. I’ll walk your dog.
She doesn’t even have a dog. John is completely phoning in these relationships. Long-term relationships aren’t compatible with his new life with Sherlock. So rather than change that, he chooses his relationship with his flatmate over any potential girlfriends (also, as we see, over family). Sherlock is not involved in these negotiations: this is all John. He can’t divide himself where Sherlock is concerned. Sherlock is all-encompassing and wins every time.
You can call that whatever you want, but it’s very hard not to call it love.
A Scandal in Belgravia is most definitely a story about Sherlock and love. Dominantly, it’s a story about John’s love.
“We’re not a couple.”
John takes this to mean as in, as is the conventional way, a couple involved in a romantic relationship, so next he says, “I’m not actually gay!” But the word couple there serves as a noun. Not like, “it’s just a couple of blocks away” as a sort of modifier for a small, inconsequential amount. Rather, two things, of the same kind, and together. So, in the end, Irene is definitely correct, “Yes, you are.”
(Source: vitalyorlovs)
harrypotterandtheorderofklaine:
holy fucking shit he’s enormous
Well, yeah, he’s a Frost Giant.
there ain’t no short-ass gods over here
fUCK
(Source: candycanepirate)
Just so you know I didn’t ask for this. I’m going to make this succinct and in conversation form.
*I walk towards Misha*
Misha: “I love when people bring props!”
Me: “I thought we could play Human Twister? *I stick the red dot on his shoulder* I’ll just put this here *I put the yellow dot on my stomach* … so you don’t feel uncomfortable.”
Misha: *looks at yellow dot* “Hmm, do I have any other choice?”
Me: “Wherever you want, really.”
Misha rips the yellow dot from my stomach and slaps it on my chest. He just looked at me approvingly and we took the photo. I thanked him, we shook hands and left.
4 Hours Later.
I picked up the photo (to many a praise I must say). Went to get Misha to sign it. His assistant slid the photo over to him. Before he even saw the photo he looks up at me and grins massively.
Misha: “Oh HEY!” *massive wide eyes*
Me: “Hey thanks for being a good sport about that!”
Misha: “No, thank you for letting me cup you!” *looks down at the photo* “It turned out great didn’t it?”
He signs it.
Me: “Oh thanks for writing that, I won’t be forgetting it.”
Misha: “It was my pleasure.”
Then he winked at me and I went on my way.
And there ended one of the most unforgettable days of my life.
pls Tash and I met misha Collins and Richard speight jr while at a gay club tonight nbd :-))))
at a gay club
at a gay club
at a gay club
WHY?>!?!?!?!?!?!?!!!
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