#Open Your Eyes

[rhetthammersmithhorror]

Viy | 1967

[dosesofcommonsense]

The more I read, the less anything the USSS, FBI, and media says makes sense. This was a setup.

The question remains: who orchestrated it?

[mangyraccooon]

I inflict on you my modern dragodile brainrot

Random thoughts that I didn’t have energy to draw

- this is the only “safe” timeline from the canon event (divorce) ie they never fell out (their best selves)

- croc would’ve killed at rugby (I base pre transition croc off of a American rugby player Ilona Maher, she’s amazing fr)

- dragon is the singer/ front man of the punk rock band revolutionary army or the “revs”

- croc runs baroque works a company that deals with property development

- everyone at baroque works thought croc was a widower for like the longest time (it’s seriously embarrassing)

- croc 100% stares at the billboard whenever he misses his husband is bored

- dragons music is like des rocs mixed with falling in reverse (one day i animate bad girls club)

- they have matching tattoos (for luffy)

While they are both very cool they immediately become massive losers whenever within 10 ft of Luffy

Some examples

Crocodile losing his reading glasses on his head

Dragon shrieking when startled (he had headphones in)

Both running into a solid object while staring at the other; pole, door, car, wall

They have a super solid partnership (mainly because they are ok being on their own, they don’t have to be with each other 24/7) it’s not the classic I need you in my life it’s I don’t need you but I want you in my life.

[reality-detective]

Written in 1954 👆

Read it. Read it again and open your eyes 👀 then ask yourself; "What is going on in the world today?" 🤔

[biancadoes1]

I get one wanting to keep a relationship private, but not even being allowed to comment, that's WILD. And why would anyone subject themselves to that (when it's CLEARLY not what she wants)? Perhaps if you're so in love it literally blinds you to anything else, but I think we can agree that it's def not her case. So, wtf is that? Not a (normal?) relationship, that's for sure.

I really cannot fathom why anyone thinks they’re together. Like legitimately it boggles my mind.

It’s also speaks to how people think of Luke and Antonia separately.

So Luke is a giant douche bag who’s just using this girl to get at Nic-and Antonia is a girl just willing to do whatever he says so she keeps him happy because she’s young.

This really speaks to how people are viewing that “relationship” and how it’s buried in their own personal biases. Why?

Because Luke is hot and he wouldn’t be in to Nic or is mad at Nic for not being in to him? So he’s using Antonia who is just sitting there waiting for him to tell her what to do because she’s desperate to please him?

I really need everyone to take a giant step back and took a good long look at yourselves before you try and look at someone else’s situation.

You might see things more clearly when you do.

You also might stop seeing this as a story. These people are not “characters” and the way some of you think things are going down is akin to a slow burn dime store novel with plot holes EVERYWHERE.

[willbyersabyss]

byler fights are always gay as hell but both of them are too focused on hiding their gayness that they don’t notice the other did something gay

[a-fangirltrash]

People (and Ford) see the geometric shape as a sexyman and nobody bats an eye, i say that the Old Man McGucket is my babygirl and society goes wild!!!

[calaisreno]

Open Your Eyes

May 1 / Prompt: Open

John stands before the door Sherlock has just slammed. He’s not regretting his words. It needed to be said. 

Sherlock never closes anything. He takes his mug down, leaves the cupboard open. He leaves the window open and wonders why it’s so cold in the flat. The door to his bedroom is generally open, even when he’s getting dressed. John tries not to take advantage of this.It’s not that Sherlock is an open person. He does a good job of disguising his emotions, hiding them behind a smirk or a scowl. He does have a heart, though he sees no use for it. John can see it, sometimes.

John isn’t so candid. He doesn’t lie; he just keeps his thoughts to himself. Sherlock seems to be able to read him well enough, though. It’s just this: Sherlock looks for solutions, clues that will open the case and lay it all clearly before him. Sherlock doesn’t care about things that aren’t puzzles. He already knows. He simply doesn’t want to talk about it. 

The door remains closed.

Like the other doors in the flat, this one could use a coat of paint. It’s an ugly shade of green. That’s a problem easily solved: a can of paint, a brush, and an hour. 

Solving this is harder. 

John’s thinking what to say. Taking it back is not possible; the words have been spoken. 

The door opens a crack, startling John. His eyes meet Sherlock’s. 

“John.”

He takes a step back. “Look, Sherlock. I’m angry at what you did, running off and leaving me to worry. I don’t apologise for that.”

The pale eyes are fixed on him. 

“The other thing, though. Maybe you could imagine I said it without shouting.”

Sherlock blinks, his face still. “Is it true? Do you mean it?”

He nods. “Yes, I do. I know you don’t… that you aren’t… and I’m not asking for that. I just wanted to say it. Actually, I was sure you already knew.”

Sherlock simply studies him, his expression closed. John doesn’t try to hide from him. He lets him see.

And then it’s as if he’s just solved the puzzle. His face opens, light pours out, and he smiles. 

“I love you too, John.”

Tagging people in the replies because tags are acting stupid again ;-)

[lisbeth-kk]

Sherlock fandom

The Greatest Gift

Sherlock still remembers the day like it was yesterday. The sixth day of July. He turned seven and a half years that day. And every birthday gift up until then had never come close to this marvellous surprise.

“Open your eyes, darling,” Mummy said, her voice filled with restrained excitement.

He did as she asked, but slow because he didn’t know what awaited him when his eyes were wide open. How could he have predicted that his life would change forever after that moment. He wonders if his parents knew all those years ago, that they literally gifted him his first best friend.

Sherlock opened his eyes and on the floor in front of him was a basket. Inside the basket was a dog. A living breathing dog. His dog he realised after a while. When those chocolate-brown eyes met his, Sherlock zoomed out anything but the puppy who struggled to get out of his prison.

His fur was wavy and some places curly. The colour of it was auburn. An Irish Setter.

“What will you call him?” Father prompted.

Sherlock startled, having been totally engrossed in watching the dog’s pathetic tries to get his small frame over the top of the basket.

“I get to name him?” Sherlock asked incredulously.

“Of course, Sherlock. It’s your dog,” Father told him. 

“Do you like him?” his mother coaxed.

By the tone of her voice, Sherlock discerned that it wasn’t the first time she had asked the question.

“Yes,” Sherlock whispered.

“You can pick him up, you know,” his father said mirthfully. “It’s clear that he won’t be able to get out of there by himself.”

Careful, so he didn’t frighten the animal, Sherlock sat on his knees and leaned over the basket to lift the dog up. Seconds after an eager tongue licked his face and Sherlock giggled.

“It tickles!” he exclaimed.

His parents chuckled and told him he had to train the dog to obey, to teach him what was allowed and what wasn’t.

“In due course. Today you can play all you want with him,” Father assured him when Sherlock looked sceptically at his parents by the mentioning of rules.

Every morning after that, when Sherlock opened his eyes to a new day, Redbeard was there, ready to follow him wherever the day would take them. They became inseparable and Redbeard was quite obedient and didn’t need all the training and commanding his parents had mentioned. The dog was happy to follow Sherlock everywhere and if his master told him no, Redbeard refrained from doing whatever shenanigans he’d been up to at the time.

***

“Open your eyes, love,” John whispers.

Sherlock gets a sudden flashback to a certain July day almost six decades ago. Just like then, he opens his eyes slowly, and just like then he’s gobsmacked by what awaits him. At his feet, in their Sussex cottage, is a basket with an English Cocker Spaniel, red in colour, inside, looking expectantly up at Sherlock.

“John.”

It’s all Sherlock’s capable of uttering. In a fluid motion, unsuitable for his age, Sherlock seats himself on the floor beside the basket and stretches out his arms. The puppy comes eagerly and just like Redbeard did all those years ago, licks Sherlock’s face with fervour.

“Easy, my sweet,” Sherlock coos burying his hands in the soft and curly fur.

He looks over at his husband who’s seated himself beside Sherlock, with a bit more effort. 

“The kiss will have to wait, I’m afraid,” Sherlock says, his face still damp from the greeting.

John chuckles.

“You always make it up to me. Do you like her?”

“Oh, yes, John. She’s adorable. How did you keep this a secret?”

“A puzzle you can figure out later, my heart,” John teases. “What will you name her?”

“Hudders, would be appropriate, but I’m afraid our former landlady’s ghost would hunt me for eternity if I did. Hm…how about Queenie?”

“Perfect,” John agrees. “One drama queen and one…what role would she…”

“John!” Sherlock exclaims affronted, which makes the puppy bark.

“Ah, I see…she’ll be your protector,” John quips.

“Mm. I guess one more couldn’t hurt,” Sherlock ponders.

“Agreed,” John says emphatically. “Now, let’s get up and you can wash that beautiful face of yours so I can get that kiss you promised me.”

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[belleandre-belle]

The choice is clear. Do you want a puppet of Israel or a true public servant looking out for you? 

 “And so, my fellow Americans: ask not what your country can do for you – ask what you can do for your country. My fellow citizens of the world: ask not what America will do for you, but what together we can do for the freedom of man.” John Fitzgerald Kennedy

[vannalamba]

TAKES AN INCREDIBLY DEEP BREATH

curly. captain curly, grant curly, whatever his name is. curly. an enabler, an abuser’s ally, blabbity blabbity blah.

we all know what happens to him. jimmy crashes the ship after being crushed under the weight of his actions, curly tries to stop it and takes the damage ruining his body forever, is assaulted by jimmy whenever he gives him his meds, fed his own leg, and put into cryostasis to prolong his suffering rather than end it.

i see some people saying he still cares for jimmy even after the incident and only regrets what he did because it ended up in him being bedridden. and to that i say.. did you watch/play the game with a blindfold and your ears plugged???

did he act immediately after anya told him? no. should he have? yes. but we have to remember that he had just realized that his best friend— childhood best friend— was an abuser and a terrible person and he turned a blind eye to it.

no, that’s not an excuse for his actions, but so many people throw that away just to find an excuse to hate curly. hate him all you want, he’s not perfect, but he’s not the devil.

i think the developer’s games before mouthwashing, how fish is made and the last one and then another, portray curly’s thoughts while in the pod. he considers what he should’ve done instead and how he could be so naive, but ultimately has to face the reality of what his blindness lead to.

even so, after the confrontation with jimmy, curly was torn. he couldn’t do anything about it seeing as the ship needing a co-pilot and nobody else was qualified enough, but he wishes he did something, anything. because inevitably, his neglect lead to everybody else’s downfall.

there were two ways he could’ve avoided what happened: never recommend the job to jimmy, or put him in cryostasis the moment he found out and train somebody else to be co-pilot. he brought up the job because he wanted his best friend by his side during the long trip, and the idea of locking jimmy away hurt him, scared him even. so he remained idle by choice until he didn’t have one.

in short, there were a lot of things he could’ve done. he didn’t do them. he hurt and lead everyone to their doom. but i know that if he had a choice, he would take off his rose tinted glasses and act. they could never make me hate you curly

[shesinbipolaris]

Open your eyes, look within. Are you satisfied with the life you're living?

[reality-detective]

The Clone and Clown Show 👇

Actually Killary has many different faces like the fake Bye-den...

The Real 👆 The Fake 👆

Piglosi has also been eliminated... Why do you think the story of her breaking her hip came out? You won't see her for a while and IF you do, I hope everyone pays closer attention.

MANY still don't and won't see it 🤔

[tiredkilljoy]

It’s so obvious sometimes when people have weird ass judgments about Zaunites being uneducated. As if it wasn’t obvious from a young age that they had to rely on their smarts to survive as long as they did. It’s giving - I’ve never considered the politics behind education and didn’t grow up knowing it was study and succeed or starve.

[zoideramy]

Always, I wanna be with you

And make believe with you

And live in harmony, harmony

Oooooh love!

Always~🎶

[massy2ly]

Little Pepper, you should take a hint girlll. Both boys feeling threatened. Don’t know if this is embarrassing or flattering 🙂

Tian the Great Wall of Taiwan