A ship and an otp are two totally different things. A ship is something that you think about every once in a while that makes you smile for a bit and then you don’t think about it again for a week or so. An otp is something that makes you sob for hours on end as you stay up until 3 in the morning reading fanfiction as you lie in your bed in a puddle of your own tears contemplating you life choices.
I ACCIDENTALLY PRINTED A VERY TINY VERSION OF MY ASSIGNMENT & IM GONNA HAND IT IN AS A JOKE
update on this post; my prof laughed so hard she cried and she’s going to show it to all of her teacher friends omg
How was this even possible omg
Try seeing him over Skype and only Skype, where sometimes the call drops and the quality isn’t great. Or how about planning a trip to go see him? But wait, you can’t because you’re having financial issues.
Try explaining to your friends, try telling them why they can’t meet him. Don’t even think of planning dates, because you’ll be the only one attending them.
Try fighting with distance, that shit isn’t easy because you have even more distance on top of it. Try sleeping alone every night after hearing I love you and cuddling with a pillow that doesn’t even do the trick because you know it isn’t him.
Now THAT’S the really hard type of relationship people always seem to forget about.
Here ya go! From the call sheet that someone gave me from set.
“Where’s your bride?”
“Mary? Oh, she’s not my bride.”
“No, she’s just a friend. A good friend, mind you, but no more than that.”
“What are you talking about? You’re marrying her in a little less than half an hour.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Have you hit your head?”
“I’m dead serious.”
“Then why on earth have we gone through this rigmarole?”
“Got you here, didn’t it? And wearing a TIE, no less.”
“Of course I’m wearing a tie - I thought you were getting married today!”
“Oh, I am.”
“Or at least, I hope to be.”
“You are making no sense whatsoever.”
“I know how you feel about me.”
“No you don’t. How do you?”
“Suspected soon after you came back, actually. But I couldn’t be sure until I saw your face when I said I was leaving.”
“So this whole thing has been… what? Punishment?”
“Would you rather I’d punched you?”
“You did punch me!”
“Well, you deserved it.”
“And did I deserve this? To have to stand here and watch while you… Oh.”
“You’re not marrying Mary?”
“I’m really not.”
“But you are getting married.”
“Well, that rather depends.”
“On whether or not you’ll have me.”
“But… One can’t just turn up in front of a vicar and get married, John. There are formalities…”
“It’s amazing what you can arrange when the British government owes you a favour.”
“Of course you.”
“But we’re not… I’ve never even…”
“If you want me. So do you, Sherlock? Do you want to marry me?”
THIS IS PERFECT
NOPE CAN’T BREATHE
She never tired of hugging him. And it wasn’t just because he was the only one she could hug. He smelled like straw and musk and the slightly spicy spell of magic. And despite his name, the Dark One was surprisingly gentle. He wouldn’t simply hug her back— he would play with the ends of her auburn locks or speak softly next to her ear. Not romantic things, just— anything.
He recognized her intense desire for affection from someone, anyone. He knew, too, that he was her only source of said affection. So he strove to show her he was okay with his small, gentle actions. He was the Dark One, and he was not so breakable.
"Dearie—?" Rumplestkiltskin’s voice sounded strained. She’d been hugging him close to her for longer than usual. "I think it’s time for a break— before I break.”
So I’m reading a Doctor Who book, Only Human. And Jack is in it. They were in a situation and needed a distraction so:
and I was just like “Oh you”
of course. buT THEN THIS
THEN HE GRABBED WHAT
I AM BUYING THIS BOOK