Friends With Intelligent People

classyshippingblog:

sincerelyjustme:

I love how in every Avengers fic I read, even if it takes place after the movie,

Coulson is always there.

Just there.

Like the entire fandom plugged their ears and screamed “LA LA LA LA LA WE CAN’T HEAR YOU” when he died.

And this is a good thing.　

We have the Commander in Chief’s executive powers behind us fandom…

MARVEL CANNOT DENY US OUR PHIL COULSON

reichenbaker:

Just a reminder that the Ponds are leaving, John still thinks Sherlock committed suicide, and Benedict didn’t win the BAFTA.

To everyone in particular

Dear you,

If I had the courage I’d put this in a text message or say it in conversation as we sit waiting for the next thing to happen. It’s rare and yet oddly normal for conversations like this one to sprout from nothing. I’ve never been uneasy about just saying what need to be said, but it’s not just my life that hangs on these words, nor just yours. We have friends, and we have peer groups, and our desires (my desires) have to come last to a plethora of people and dreams that lay intertwine in our destinies. So, I’m not really being a coward, I’m just realizing the abundance of delicacy this situation requires.

If I could go back in time, and handle a situation differently, it’d be how I dealt with a boy who holds me at his unrequited love. I’d have set ground rules with this friend of mine, and I’d have wanted him to be more honest, and allow me to be more honest with him. Instead we play this awkward game where we both know how he feels, and when he’s drunk or feeling lonely, he unintentionally makes me feel like the worst person on earth, and I can’t do anything because I don’t actually verbally know how he feels.

So, in the interest of not making the mistakes of the past, I’d like to talk to you about a current situation I have brought upon myself:

I like you. In fact I fancy you very much. You cheer me up when you are around and it is honestly very easy to just sit and relax around you. I don’t have to think or be smart or funny or silly or pretty - I just get to be. And that may sound self-centered, but the sort of person I am is attracted to the places and the persons that remind me of my quiet solitude. Not to mention the way you empower me and give me those slipped in compliments and encouragements.

Beyond that, I know that you are neither in the position to, nor have the capacity for, a relationship with me. I also know that even if there is a part of you that may like me, you probably don’t like me enough to actually be with me seriously. But I am pretty sure you just innocently flirt with everyone, and have no real interest in me. I want you to know that that is FINE and I am not only okay with that - I expected it.

I just feel like, you should have the opportunity to know all of this legitimately. There’s a good chance you have known how I feel for some time (some people around us might suppose you don’t recognize flirting, but my brand of crush has never been the most mysterious) and I don’t want you to have to deal with internalizing that awkwardness anymore. We should, as adults, be able to be open and honest that, this is a thing between us. It doesn’t change how we are friends, but it does require us to be realistic about how we act around each other.

I want you to feel allowed to call me out on being inappropriate towards you if I ever do something that makes you uncomfortable. And if you don’t feel good doing it yourself I want you to feel like you can phone a friend and get them to tell me to back off. I would never purposefully rub my feelings in your face like salt in a wound but I also know that sometimes, especially whilst intoxicated or depressed, people say things of an uncouth nature. 

And that’s it really. I wish I could say this to you for real, because you are so nice and such a great friend and deserve all the awesome healing that time and friends can provide you, and I feel terrible that from the moment I met you (it’s obnoxious how meeting you took this long, really) I had feelings for you. It’s not fair to anyone, but I do the best I can by being honest.

I hope that is enough.

Curiously it doesn’t faze me like it should.

I went to a party last night.
Wait.
I should back up

**TMI WARNING**

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mrs-styless:

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