when people get angry at you for liking snakes
THAT IS THE CUTEST FUCKING SNAKE
"I am my own blankie."
Can we just talk about the fact, that usually in the bloopers Misha speaks in his “regular voice”, a little higher than his Castiel voice.
But then there’s the “Chinese chair” moment with Jensen and Misha unleashes the sexiest voice ever, so seductive and all, just watch it once again and see for yourself.
"If she has a chinese chair… you want in."
AND THE LOOK ON HIS FACE, IS THIS CHRISTMAS???
BEST. SUMMARY. OF THAT MOMENT. EVER.
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If home is the house that one lives in, I have many of them. I move around the world with my family because of my father’s job. We lived in lots of different houses. Home for me isn’t about the house at all. My description of home has always been ‘’my family’’. Being with my family was the only way for me to feel home; no matter where I was, if I was with them, I was home.
However, the situation changed when I moved to Mostar (Bosnia and Herzegovina) to attend UWCiM.
DON’T GET IT WRONG! My family is still what I consider as‘’my home’’ but now I have another one; the one that I’m lucky to call home.
When I came to Mostar, people talking about their hometowns, about the cities that they have been living in since they were born. My hometown is Ankara (the capital of Turkey) but I don’t really feel like I belong there. When I told people that there isn’t a certain place, which is stable enough for me to feel like it’s where I belong, they told me that this place (Mostar) is going to be it. I was fascinated by Mostar but I didn’t believe that it would be this affective. I was telling them that this is a two-year experience, nothing else. I told them that this city wouldn’t be that special nor important, I told them a lot…
Home is where you feel safe and comfortable.
Home is the place that attaches you, that discovers your emotions, that is inspiring.
Home is where you face all kinds of surprises, where you learn, where you grow.
Home is where you love, where you miss while gone, where you want to come back.
Home is where you recognize the smell, where you recognize the faces, where you feel the love, where you’re used to.
Home teaches you, shows you and gives you beautiful things.
Home is where you leave with tears.
Mostar itself, with its speciality, beauty, magic and the incredible people that I’ve lived with in it made it home.
The impatience of the people waiting for food in the Musala canteen,
The smell of the common room,
The cigarettes smoked on the smoking wall,
The hardcore Bristol studying that is done one day before the test,
The under the Old Bridge nights,
The walks to the Old Town,
The random coffees everywhere,
The lemonades and rakija in Old Mens,
The ice cream in Musala,
The feeling of being woken up with the sentence ‘’let’s go for a coffee’’,
The Chinese shop umbrellas,
The crying in rooms, on the shoulders of best friends,
The 3 am talks,
The sleepless, exhausting days,
The romanticism, the couples,
The house cleaning days,
The people who are always there,
The selfies taken,
The laughs, screams and songs,
Oh the love.
I love Mostar,
I love my home.
The tears on young Sherlock’s face are probably thought to be just a child’s reaction to an intimidating situation. But everything else about the adult Sherlock is reflected in the young one, so why not the tears as well? Showing us young Sherlock allows us to see what Mycroft sees: a reflection of his baby brother as a scared little child. What we don’t see, what we don’t realise, is that it is not the child Sherlock crying. It’s a two-fold deceit: Sherlock turns his back to John and only then the camera goes to a close-up to show the absolute heartbreak on his face. But in the next instance they switch to young Sherlock whose natural reaction is to start crying and therefore the audience doesn’t think anything of it. So neither John nor the audience sees the adult Sherlock, the real Sherlock, in tears.