#john heartfelt

[sheltiechicago]

Political and documentary photography posters from the 1970s

In the late 70s, the cash-strapped Half Moon Gallery in London developed an innovative approach to getting its shows seen. Showcasing socially engaged photographers such as Daniel Meadows, Janine Wiedel and Philip Jones Griffiths, it laminated their prints and shipped them by rail as touring exhibitions.

Political Photomontage, a DIY Guide, 1983. The rediscovery of John Heartfield’s anti-fascist photomontages of the 1930s led to new forms of visual protest against Margaret Thatcher’s Conservative government. David Evans and Sylvia Gohl played an important part in introducing photomontage theories and approaches to British audiences, with several exhibitions and publications.

Photograph: ©Rhinoceros

[lennon666]

The Trips that Never Were

John Lennon - (Just Like) Starting Over, Double Fantasy, 1980

Paul McCartney - If You Wanna, Flaming Pie, 1997

[lulublack90]

Prompt 30 -Camper

@wolfstarmicrofic June 30, word count 998

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James ran past them with Lily close behind and Severus closing in. 

“Lily, wait, it’s fine, we’re friends now!” Severus called after her, but she didn’t seem to hear him. They chuckled quietly as James fled the hall. 

Sirius trailed his fingers down Remus’s spine, making him shiver.

“Wanna get out of here?” Sirius whispered into his ear, nipping gently at the lobe. Remus stilled and leaned away from Sirius. 

“Erm, Sirius,” He took a deep breath. “I-I-I really like what we’ve done so far, but I don’t think I’m ready for you know,” He blushed so hard he was sure Sirius could feel the heat coming off his face. 

“Oh my gods, Remus,” Sirius let out a relieved sigh. “The way you were talking then, I thought you were breaking up with me.” Sirius pulled him in close again. “This is all new to me as well and I am in absolutely no rush. Let’s just enjoy the time we have left, yeah?” He kissed the top of Remus’s head and Remus relaxed. “When I said wanna get out of here, I meant to go take part in the age-old tradition of making out at make-out point.” Remus snorted into Sirius’s white shirt.

“Yeah, alright then. Wouldn’t want to break tradition,” 

They left the noise of the dance behind. Remus pulled the cowboy hat from his head, feeling a bit silly away from the dance. 

“No, no, keep it on,” Sirius grinned at him, “It’s doing unspeakable things to me,” Remus could feel the blush returning, but put the hat back on to appease Sirius. 

There were couples dotted all about the top of the hill. Sirius took them to a relatively private spot and sat down on the dry grass. Remus joined him and Sirius immediately took his hand, stroking his thumb along Remus’s knuckles. He sighed contentedly and brought Remus's hand to his lips. 

“I love your hands, you know. I can’t seem to stop touching them. I’m going to be sad when I can’t hold them every day.” Remus’s heart was aching already at the thought. They had so little time left and then he’d be returning to Wales and Sirius, James and Peter to London. He’d never see him. There was no way his dad would drive him to London just to see a boy he met at camp, nor would he give him the money for the train or the bus. A horrid thought ran through his mind, telling him it would be better to let Sirius go now so it wouldn’t be so hard. But as though he’d read Remus’s mind, Sirius took his chin in his free hand and turned his head towards him. 

“We’ll find a way. I promise.” And Remus believed him. Sirius closed the gap between them and kissed him, soft, sweet, burning. Remus didn’t want to ever lose this feeling. 

“I love you,” He blurted out. Sirius didn’t even skip a beat before he returned the words. 

“I love you too,” Remus threw himself at Sirius just as a huge bang went off, and green sparks lighted the sky, then more bangs and more bright sparks. 

“MR PETTIGREW!!!” McGonagall’s voice rang clear between the bangs. Oh, Peter, they both shook their heads at the same time. They leaned back and watched the fireworks display. Remus didn’t think it could get better than this.

The next few days passed in a blur and before he knew it, he was packing his unworn clothes back into his shabby suitcase, ready to put in the back of his dad’s car and leave Camp Hogwarts behind. He looked around the room at the friends he had made. Peter, with singed eyebrows from where he’d accidentally set off all the fireworks. James with his black eye from Lily, that he wore proudly. Severus, who had come out of his shell and become a part of their group, easily once they put their feud aside and finally Sirius. The boy who had changed his life the second he walked into that cabin. He had to blink hard to stop tears from escaping. 

They took their bags out to the gate, waiting for their rides. 

“I’m going to miss you all, so much,” Remus finally said, a thick lump forming in his throat. Before he could do anything to stop them, all four of the other boys had piled on him, hugging him tightly. 

“You’re coming back next year, right?” Perter asked. “I know we’ll be a bit old, but it’s tradition at this point and we’ll meet up throughout the year, right?” Remus gave Peter an extra squeeze. 

“My mum likes Wales, maybe we can visit?” Severus asked, a bit unsure. Remus wrapped him in a hug.

“Of course, we can go down to the beach. It’s not far from my house.” 

“And you are more than welcome at mine anytime, both of you,” James added, including Severus. “Mum and Dad would love it. The more, the merrier,” James lifted Remus off his feet as he hugged him. “Come on you lot, let them say goodbye.” James ushered Peter and Severus away. 

He and Sirius didn’t say goodbye. It was too hard. Instead, they just held hands and waited for the inevitable. 

“I’ll see you soon, I promise. I’m this close to getting my driving licence and then you won’t be able to get rid of me.” 

He heard his dad’s car pull up. He looked at Sirius, tears escaping finally. 

“I love you,” Sirius said, squeezing his hand. 

“I love you too,” Remus croaked. They shared one final kiss before Remus picked up his suitcase and headed to the car.

“So,” Lyall said curtly as Remus buckled his seatbelt. “Were you a happy camper then?” He asked as he pulled the car away. Remus stared out of the window, not taking his eyes off Sirius until he couldn’t see him any longer. 

“Yeah, I was. Can I come back next year?”  

[i-dreamed-i-had-a-son]

Broke (2016): BBC Sherlock is a phenomenal piece of media and anything that seems like a flaw just hasn't been fully explored yet

Woke (2020): BBC Sherlock is an incredibly flawed series run by an egotistical writer, it never deserved the hype and is actively bad on so many fronts (especially representation)

Bespoke (2024): BBC Sherlock is flawed and bogged down by increasingly poor writing, which many fans refused to see while it was airing, leading to hugely misplaced expectations (particularly for the final series), AND it has the seeds of some compelling characterizations and portrayals, some genuinely solid performances, and touches--albeit imperfectly--on complexities that are still being discussed today (particularly as it relates to the relationship between Sherlock and John). The huge cultural impact of the show has created a massive pendulum effect in its public perception, leading to most people today remembering a caricature of the show (whether positive or negative) rather than appreciating its nuanced merits and failings...that being said Season 4 sucked

[potato-lord-but-not]

I'm so enamored with the Holy Ghosts au now. Give me two doodles and uncategorized lore and I'll eat it up tbh.

But what I came here to say is this: The fact that Noel expects Arthur to come back, knows he and John will come back (because he knows what they've been through and if they can get through this, they can probably get through damn near everything), is brilliant.

Especially when coupled with Oscar's grief. I call it grief because he doesn't know where Arthur is, doesn't know what happened to him; he was left on the doorstep of a hospital without much info or things to sustain his hope on. And next thing he knows, Noel is probably giving him one of the most confusing explanations - trying not to out John's existence - and saying he disappeared into thin air because of the same guy who made the butcher's head explode. Anyone would assume he would be dead.

What I think would realistically happen when they come back, is a fuckin whiplash for Oscar. He's grieved Arthur, he's gone through all the stages, he's accepted that he'll never see him again. Even if he wasn't dead, he probably wouldn't want to meet up, because well. He left him already. And then he shows up at the door, probably drenched in water and blood, and it's just... unraveling all that Oscar managed to accept and come to terms with.

"You died."

"I didn't ! We- I'm- I'm back !"

"You're.. back ?"

"Yes !! Oscar, you can't imagine, I'm- I'm so happy to finally see you again- I- A-are you okay ?"

"I thought you were dead. You're supposed to be dead. I accepted you were gone and I would never see you again, and now you're here ?! Alive, standing on your own two godforsaken feet, the same ones that walked away from me back then. I don't.. *sigh.* I need time."

ahh interaction

i need to write about them. yet another dynamic I'm now obsessed with

NOBODY FUCKING LOOK AT ME I WILL SOB

[raylangivins]

I love the phrase “which could mean nothing”. It’s SUCH a good phrase and really succinctly explains the backbone of all rpf tinhatting. Aren’t all rpf ships exhibiting behaviours which could mean nothing?

[minimalist-quotes]

It has always seemed strange to me... the things we admire in men, kindness and generosity, openness, honesty, understanding and feeling, are the concomitants of failure in our system. And those traits we detest, sharpness, greed, acquisitiveness, meanness, egotism and self-interest, are the traits of success. And while men admire the quality of the first they love the produce of the second.

-John Steinbeck

[weirdmageddon]

sorry for liking davejade in 2023 btw its in a cool way though

[gregorovitch-adler]

Heartfelt

Sherlock,

Where do I even begin? I suppose I should start with an apology.

I'm sorry. Sorry for blaming you for Mary's death. It was her decision and you couldn't have done anything about it.

Sorry for cutting you out of my life and abandoning you when you needed me the most. I was a bloody idiot for ignoring that arsehole Culverton Smith when he talked about taking you to his 'favourite room'. You shouldn't have ended up at that place at all. It was my fault.

Finally, I cannot apologise enough for beating you up and physically assaulting you relentlessly that day. You had done nothing to deserve that. Nothing.

Least of all from someone like me. Me - the guy who ended up having a text affair with some random woman when Mary was alive, and the same guy who can't take care of his own daughter and relapses into alcoholism at any inconvenience in his life? Absolutely not.

I'm a horrible, horrible person who once happened to fall in love with the best and the kindest and the wisest man I'd ever known - you.

Yeah, that's true. I know it would be hard to believe, almost impossible, but it's true.

It is damn time I admitted it. I fell in love with you as soon as we met. And I'm still in love with you. I would like to elaborate more on that in person, but I'll leave it here, right now.

It's unbelievable that you're still kind enough to continue being my friend after that day. Anyone else would have called the police on me, or would have cut me out of their life, and I would've bloody deserved that.

I don't deserve you, that's for sure.

I beg for you to forgive me for real. I don't deserve to be forgiven, but you sure as hell deserve to hear an apology. So, there.

I don't expect you to return my feelings. I just want to be with you in any way you'd have me. It's an honour being your friend. I leave the rest to you.

Your friend (still, I hope),

John.

--

That was the e-mail John had been composing the whole morning - with the interruptions of spilling tears here and there or pressing backspace to delete the draft altogether.

John went through the final one and decided this was good enough as a heartfelt apology. The tone was a bit informal for an e-mail, but he was not applying for a job. It was Sherlock - John hoped he would understand.

John bent over his study table in the sitting room to click on 'send' with his trembling hand and furrowed brows.

Sitting on a wooden chair, he shut the lid of the laptop and swallowed as he wrapped his arms around himself.

Was it good enough? He sincerely hoped it was, even though he knew what he did to Sherlock - the man he was supposedly in love with - was unforgiveable.

***

Sherlock September Challenge.

Prompt: Heartfelt by @onesmallfamily

Tags: @helloliriels @topsyturvy-turtely @gaylilsherlock @lisbeth-kk @keirgreeneyes @missdeliadili @lookingforlifeoutthere @a-victorian-girl @peanitbear @calaisreno @curlyjohnlock @kettykika78 .

[00915]

Middle of Nowhere (2008) dir. John Stockwell

[ghostofnuggetspast]

Look Forward

They both started lonely and wrong One shards, like glass pieces walked on The other a rock His esprit in a lock But together as partners, they're strong

Yes, the men are a pair, do not separate. More on ao3!

@calaisreno @totallysilvergirl @weeesi @friday411 @helloliriels

[lisbeth-kk]

Facing you without reticence

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50367544

John feels guilty because Mary's shot and nearly killed Sherlock. The guilt builds until Sherlock almost demands John to get into bed with him.

Today's prompt by @onesmallfamily was heartfelt.

@totallysilvergirl @keirgreeneyes @calaisreno @a-victorian-girl @phoenix27884 @gregorovitchworld @topsyturvy-turtely @safedistancefrombeingsmart @peanitbear @helloliriels

[wowifinallywatched]

Wow I finally watched John Wick 4

A man who only wanted to Love.

A man who fought for what was right, for the freedom of those who deserved it.

And when he finally got his freedom, he could finally step down and lay himself to rest.

After his love was already taken away from him, he wasn't about to let just anyone take his life away from him.

But he couldn't lay down until he let those know what they'd taken away from him, until they felt his pain.

Now he had paid his dues, ensured only those deserving to live, did.

He is now free to simply be a Loving husband.

As he wants to be forever known as.

Because that's all that mattered to him in this world of pain and suffering.

To Love, to care and to protect those around that matter most to him.

And that's what he did.

Until his very last breath.

There's conflicted feelings on this ending, John deserved so much more than to go through all of that and die at the end of it.

But I think what matters is what John wanted.

And I think this is the ending he would have chose for himself, so he did.

That's pretty beautiful.

Little words but with alot of meaning.

[all-thestories-aretrue]

Ok but the way i was STRESSING during that fight with the acamoth. I was sitting on the floor building furniture and just started sweating. I wasn't even doing anything strenuous. Just putting screws in.

You would not believe how many times I said fuck when Astrada showed up. I was fully prepared to say goodbye to him. Nothing good ever lasts etc etc.

Dan and all the silver bullets omg. I was waiting for those to come back around but fully thought it would be cult related.

Lola getting shot in the gut repeatedly 😭😭😭 and her panic at the end about Dan. I just want to hug her. And also tell her that not everything is her responsibility. I'm also lowkey terrified of the other shoe dropping with her and the gentry and Mother. Like one episode left. Shit's going to hit the fan and she's going back to the hedge. Lola!!!!!!

John nearly drowning again 😬😬😬 that cannot have been fun for him. AND THE WAY HE JUST KEPT TAKING MORE DAMAGE. I am shit at the health levels but he had to be getting like really really close to death. He took so much damage 😭😭 AND SOME OF IT WAS SELF INFLICTED. But also omg his magic is so cool 😍😍. Also John just being like Aviva thinks she's so much better than everyone else as the meanest thing he could think 😭. He's right Aviva is so much better than many people but i am biased. And like I may be reading too much into it but I lowkey think it kinda revealed his own insecurity about her.

It was when Aviva went "unconscious" that I truly started losing it a bit. That's when I started getting really nervous. SHE WAS ALONE IN THE TWILIGHT WITH THE ACAMOTH. It was horrible. But I also love that she got to kick its ass with John by her side. So fucking fitting and satisfying. 10/10. I also just really really love her anger and rage. And the image of both of them sitting there hugging all bloody is v nice.

Horribly saddened by everyone else who died tho. Gary!!!! And Amber!!! Ugh. So much needless death. They didn't deserve that. Poor Gary and Amber.

[softgrungeprophet]

real talk if anyone on here ever wants to like... buy me a DVD i will totally draw a real quick bust or whatever in exchange, i have a target wishlist registry thing and everything 😂

Like it says in the note thing on the page, DVD or DVD/Blu-Ray are both fine, regular (not 4k) Blu-Ray is probably fine since my PS4 should be able to play those, but I only have a regular-ass PS4, not a PS5, I cannot play UHD, so if something is 4K UHD please make sure it has either a DVD or a regular Blu-Ray as well...

Anyway it should be set up so you can buy stuff off my registry without me having to blast my address to the world (lol) so if you do this, send me an ask or something off anon (so I can like, contact you) (that or like, send me a message on discord if we're friends, or w/e) and I will def draw you a little drawing as thanks 👍

[stuff-diary]

No Hard Feelings

Movies watched in 2023

No Hard Feelings (2023, USA)

Director: Gene Stupnitsky

Writers: Gene Stupnitsky & John Phillips

Mini-review:

Look, I'm not gonna lie, I thought this would be wilder and funnier. I just feel like the movie doesn't know if it wants to be a raunchy comedy or a feel-good, heartfelt one, and it struggles when it comes to handling both tones. It's certainly not a bad film, but I kept thinking it could be much better. Tbh, Jennifer Lawrence and Andrew Barth Feldman are the main reason why it's watchable. They pull off both the comedic stuff and the dramatic content, and they do it with ease. Anyway, I think a movie with such a salacious plot should be less forgettable.