#okay artist notes time yippee

[krismatic]

finally got around to drawing them all! I played through isat recently and I’m now obsessed <3

[l0vem41l]

can you write like some cute head cannons for johnathan ohnn w like a short chubby female s/o like i can imagine him w someone like that !! it would be even cuter if they were like a artist or something <3

perfect.

「 tws + notes: no tws, unedited, reader is an artist– specifically a visual artist becuz WOOO u be drawin babey!!! if u meant otherwise i am So Sorry, pre colider johnathan ohnn, terribly, horribly, and awfully sweet and cliche i Cannot Escape Myself 」

「 fem!reader, romantic relationship <3 」

↳ ft. johnathan ohnn

author's note: FIRST REQ OF THIS ACCOUNT YIPPEE!!! thank u 4 the req anon (´▽`ʃƪ) <3 hoping this is what u want! ALSO!!!! my first time writing specifically for a chubby reader insert so i hope i did ok! (๑•́ ₃ •̀๑) feedback appreciated if there is any u'd like 2 share :D

▸ short chubby girlf,,, ouuughhwhhe oh my goodness,,, johnathan thinks ur absolutely adorable there is No Doubt About It!!!!!

▸ you are just the loveliest thing he's ever seen– and he'll remind you everyday.

well. okay maybe not completely verbally. there's something about being in love that makes johnathan feel like a lovestruck teenager all over again– all of a sudden, he's stumbling over the half sentences falling out of his lips and getting all red in the face while he tries to verbalize how pretty you are

he'll shut his mouth. eventually.... give him a kiss to shut him up!! it'll work! until he ends up blabbering again cuz he wants another one and gets a bit nervous about that too

▸ okay, but he's not,,, all nerves. he's able to pull himself together to show how much he appreciates you. again, physically affectionate. i feel it in my soul that he is a sucker for physical affection. with you?? it's just amplified.

thinks your height is perfect,, burying your face in his chest while he holds you in his arms? chef's kiss. secretly hoping you don't hear how embarrassingly fast his heart is pounding.

ur chubby too?? that meanz there's more to love!!!! more to embrace!!! there are no downsides to you :]]

this is how he reminds you how perfect you are in his eyes– all through touch. always gentle, always sweet. his favourite thing is when your cheek is pressed up against his chest when you're cuddling and you look up at him. he feels his brain stop every single time, his gaze meeting your pretty eyes.

you murmur a quiet, "i love you" and it takes a moment for him to say it back– not because he doesn't want to, but because it's these moments where he realizes how much he lucked out to have someone like you

▸ ARTIST GIRLF??? even better. johnathan ohnn is a scientist, through and through... but it doesn't mean he can't appreciate art when he sees it!!

"it... it's fine if i look, right?" he asks, his hand hovering over your sketchbook, waiting for your permission.

this was the first time you had ever left your sketchbook face open around him. while you were off doing something else, he had been fighting the temptation to look through it. he did understand art was personal, and he's tryin' not to accidentally overstep anything

"i mean... sure?" you say with a little shrug. "i haven't really gotten to filling it up yet so it's a little bare an–"

you barely get the words out. he's picked it up, flipping through the pages like the secrets of the universe were hidden somewhere in between.

"hey that's pretty cool!" his eyes light up as he admires the things you've created. he'll gush over your work, tryin to talk with artistic terms.

he's out here like, "i like the use of complementary colours!"

"...i only used charcoal for that." HES TRYING. not hard enough tho cuz dawg cmon. /j maybe,,, you could teach him about art?? wink wink nudge nudge >:]

he's about to flip another page– but you place your hand atop his to stop him.

"there's nothing left to see so,, uhh– i'll just take that back now." you say awkwardly. he won't fight you about it. maybe frown a bit about it– maybe some art was more personal thank he thought.

def thinks abt what was on those other pages... there was almost 100% a drawing– he was halfway to flipping the page over, he definitely saw something.

▸ politeness of not crossing boundaries aside, unfortunately he's an idiot (SLASH JAY) and doesn't know the first rule of interacting with an artist.

dreaded from anyone else, usually, but... bearable when it was him requesting it. gives you plenty of time and room to say no.

"you should draw me!" ☝️🤓

this is how you find yourself over at his apartment. he's seated on a chair across from your own, trying to figure out how you want him to pose for this drawing.

"tilt your head towards me– no, wait, not like... hold on–" you stand up, making your way over to him.

"i'm literally doing everything you're telling me to do, i don't know what you want me to d..." he trails off as you gently grasp his chin.

you suppress a giggle, watching eyes widen slightly as a strangled noise coming from his parted lips but no words but certainly no complaints.

with a firm yet soft grip, you position his head slightly and let go with a smile. "perfect. you stay right there."

GOES STILL ASF THE ENTIRE TIME SO HE DOESNT F UP UR DRAWING PROCESS HWDJFHEWUIFH bros hardly breathing

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"you know," you comment, eyes focused on your sketchbook as your pencil works to draw him, "you've got a really interesting face."

the corners of his lips quirk up into a half-smile, his brow furrowing ever so slightly at your words. "thank you? y'know when you word it like that, it makes it sound like a skillfully veiled insult." johnathan quips. you're making him wonder if being considered "handsome by scientist standards" counts for anything in the eyes of an artist.

it earns a little laugh from you. "not what i meant."

your words immediately flood him with relief. you swear you hear him go "phew." what a dork.

"there's something about all your features," you continue, looking back up at him, "they just fit so perfectly on you. like everything was just meant to be there."

he falls silent for a moment, your words echoing in his mind. he wished he could work with words in the way you did.

"hey. look back up at me." you smile, holding up the paper and turning it for him to see.

"wow..." he reaches out, gently taking it from you. it takes a few moments for him to speak up again. "it's..."

"okay, hopefully?" you chime in, your hands clasped in your lap as you try your best not to anxiously fidget.

"perfect." he replies instead. "you're perfect– i mean, your work is obviously, yeah sure but you,,, you just–"

johnathan holds the paper in one hand, gesturing vaguely to you with the other. you giggle.

"well thank you."

he grins. "it was worth sitting here for like what? a few hours? man, it was hard trying to keep that position."

"johnny?"

"hm?..."

you laugh and he looks,,, confused. he awkwardly chuckles along with you.

"what? what's so funny?" he asks.

"i coulda worked without you posing like that. i've seen your face enough to work without a reference."

he watches as you flip back to the pages of the sketchbook he didn't see.

and it's him. whole pages,,, of drawing of him.

there's a glint of mischief in your eyes. "it was funny seeing you try to hold still for so long though."

▸ he finds something new to love about you every day. sometimes, he'll see all the things you do for him and try to measure up.

no matter what he does– and damn, will he do anything and everything for you– he can't help but feel like he's falling short. just a little.

after all, how do you love someone so perfect?

he certainly hasn't figured out. he could give you all the love in the universe, and he'd still think you still deserve more he's right

the night is quiet. you're on his couch, the shitty romcom you put on just to joke about with him no longer interesting either of you. your eyes are shut as he holds you in his arms, your head resting on his chest. his eyes are filled with adoration, looking at you, being all comfy and adorable in his arms.

johnathan leans down, pressing a quick, soft kiss to your forehead.

"...what was that for?" you mumble sleepily.

"nothing." there's a pause for a moment, as he tries to find the right thing to tell you– the way to phrase what's been on his mind since forever– and just ends up sighing instead. no flowery language could convey it. maybe being straightforward could help.

"you're just... perfect. y'know that?"

— reblogs always appreciated!

[sunchaserwings]

Guess I am liveblogging watching the BBC Sherlock. I can't help myself apparently. Starts after the cut, (I finally figured out how those work!)

Mild spoilers ahead!!!!!

Okay so I just started episode 2. First things first, girl, you could just tell him "No" instead of being all cryptic like "You wouldn't like me" and "I can't. Please stop asking" when he's asking you on a date.

Is... is that a katana being wielded by that person??? It doesn't even look well-cared for?

Roommate: "I can see Herlock trying to hide he's been attacked like that." Yeah, probably. He'd kick a katana underneath his chair. Unfortunately, his "Watson" would notice.

Okay I hate that people keep calling Sherlock a freak and every time I expect Watson to deck a guy. Come on, defend your colleague if you're not willing to call him your friend. Also, seeing this episode when I work as a security guard is kind of killing me. I... this security setup is not that good at all, even back in 2010 and this is supposed to be an expensive ass bank??? Yeahhh, kinda doesn't do it for me. That should be live video footage, not a single frame every minute. Also don't keep access to the door entry logs behind the reception counter.

Part of the only way I'm getting through this is by noting what behaviors of Sherlock match those of Herlock Sholmes from The Great Ace Attorney Chronicles and which are more faithful to the original source material as well. Do I need to start keeping a running counter of "Herlock Sholmes would totally do this"? Because if so, we're at three in this episode alone.

Sir??? The medical examiner should be the only one removing evidence from the interior of the body??? Sherlock please, forensics student here is dying. Also detail I noticed, no powder burn on the wound. Either the makeup team was lazy or this is plot important.

Watson is still my favorite character. He also mentioned stuff about traders and stuff which is accurate to the books. And ohhh, Sherlock is pissed. Shaky cam in this feels a bit excessive-- oh you look like Kane Bullard. Yeah you're dead. Does every journalist leave library books on their flat stairs or...?

Modern code-breaking methods won't unravel what? Poor Watson getting held up for vandalizing a public building because he didn't run fast enough. Feels like Herlock and Ryūnosuke lol.

Oh come on, this guy seems sweet. Don't blame him for his crush resigning. Unless he's the killer of course... oh there's a lady taking pictures of Watson? That's worrying. WAIT IS THE DETECTIVE INSPECTOR JUST HANDING OVER EVIDENCE TO A RANDOM CIVILIAN??? CHAIN OF EVIDENCE, I HARDLY KNOW HER!

Watson actually helping Sherlock with his deductions by pointing out something the detective didn't notice and in an almost book-accurate way.

Is Watson about to be poisoned I s2g this man needs a break. It's only the second episode. Oh adding another to the "Sherlock doing a Herlock move" counter. Yippee... also this episode is starting to feel kind of racist. Actually more than that.

Sherlock please go let Watson in-- never mind you uh.... fell for a trap. I don't like how independent this Sherlock is when he's got John right there. Why doesn't the doctor realize that Sherlock was choked and strangled half to unconsciousness??? Unrealistic af.

Kinda like this graffiti artist dude. Hope he comes back. He probably won't. WAIT WHY ARE YOU SPLITTING THE PARTY??? GODDAMMIT YOU TWO! WATSON YOU'RE BETTER THAN THIS!

John shouldn't be staring at the ground like that. He should be scanning side to side and up and down constantly. At least he was smart enough to take a photo of the damn thingimajig. John is so relatable on the matter of sleep, at least.

This woman is so dedicated to her work of restoring these ancient relics that she keeps breaking into the museum to care for and restore them. Also I just learned where the Morag Tong from the Elder Scrolls get their name from. Makes sense now. Buuuuut this also feels really awkward and weird and not in the fun way.

I think we all know Watson has the real brain cell here-- wait no he just left the target alone to go help Sherlock never mind. I think she's going to die. She deserved better. Welp, this is gonna haunt John.

Scotland Yard being incompetent, check. Sherlock being an uneccesary ass to Molly, check. Why is he written like this I hate it. WAIT THOSE TATTOOS WOULD HAVE BEEN NOTED ON THE AUTOPSY REPORT WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS WRITING???? MY FORENSICS STUDENT ASS IS GOING HAYWIRE

Quest search using internet explorer. Gods this is old. No wonder last episode that "MePhone" app took so long to load. Watson update your browser to Firefox. Also Mrs. Hudson appearance! We don't know much about her in the original books but BBC her seems to be somewhat faithful adaptation wise, however Sherlock's behavior towards her is not. Oh and adding another to the Herlock Sholmes counter.

John passed out from exhaustion didn't he. Not a good look when you're just starting out-- oh at least you apologized for it-- he's flirting. Okay John you go and get yourself a girlfriend. Hope this relationship lasts (it probably won't). Looks like Sherlock is interfering with the date... goddammit. Oh fuck the second hand embarrassment is killing me.

The yellow filter is ass. Stop this. Also is that a goddamn crossbow. It is. Sarah is also... a character. I guess. Very dull and uninteresting, clearly only there for John's character arc. Is this how most — if not all — of the women are going to be?

John you're in a room with a killer that has seen your face. There is no way this ends well. Also expecting Sherlock to get a gun to his head or something. Never mind he almost gets a sword to the face. WATSON YOU'RE A BETTER FIGHTER THAN THIS-- Oh Sarah is a badass. Okay, I guess she has a bit of a character.

Sherlock you need to eat. Also please stop being an ass to Sarah she's trying to help-- in fact she's actually helping!!!

Nice callback to the first episode, Sherlock knows German! Also this is canon to the books! He knows a ton of European languages as does Watson! Although Watson's Italian is canonically worse than Holmes'.

Thats not Holmes knocking at the door. Aaaand Watson is down. Watson abducted? Is Sarah a double agent? Sherlock is going to go apeshit. Never mind Sarah isn't. This relationship isn't going to last-- creepy camera lady just called Watson "Holmes". Oh yeah, this relationship is not continuing. Sorry John.

Sherlock Holmes to the rescue! Kinda acting like Batman but this is also accurate to the books! Really nice touch to show off his ability to confound his enemies in combat. Also add one to three "John has killed a man to protect Sherlock" counter.

"Don't worry. Next date won't be like this." IF THERE IS A NEXT DATE???? WHAT????

Accidentally posted early at this point but I'm just editing the post.

PA Lady has the hairpin. Oh my God, she has the hairpin. It's over a thousand years old.

Oh look someone just left a cipher mark outside. Is this a goddamn Moriarty thing? Are they only here because of Moriarty? I need to make a separate rant about Moriarty at some point because the entirety of the Sherlock Holmes fandom just latched onto him when CHARLES MILVERTON WAS ALSO RIGHT THERE

Anyhow that's episode 2 done. Feels really kinda racist, John gets to do more but also is kinda not smart sometimes, and Sherlock is an ass. Oh and Moriarty cameo. Yippee... see y'all for episode 3 later. Sun signing off

[allmysense8children]

Movie Night

Title: Movie Night

Fandom: Sense8

Characters: the entire 8/8 cluster

Rating: PG

Summary: The cluster watch a movie together - an unedited drabble, by me. 

“Yippee-kaye, motherfucker.”

John McLane’s famous quote was barely heard as both Riley and Will struggled to keep their eyes open. They’d had a long day, it was late, and they were currently intwined together on a fluffy couch in front of the TV. All these things made drifting off to sleep indescribably appealing - but they fought valiantly against the waves of exhaustion, stubbornly refusing to succumb to blissful unconsciousness for Capheus’ sake: incredibly, he’d never seen Die Hard, and as they could tell from his visit with them, he was loving it. How could they fall asleep and break their connection when their cluster-mate was having such a good time? 

“I should go and leave you guys to rest,” he half whispered, eyes still glued to the screen.

Riley raised her hand from Will’s chest and fumbled briefly before she found Capheus’ warm fingers. “Stay,” she said softly, “it’ll be finished in a few minutes anyway.”

He didn’t need much convincing, squeezing her hand gently. “Okay.”

Riley felt a light rumble under her cheek as Will chuckled. 

Fortunately, the final explosions of the grand denouement were enough to rouse them - as the FBI helicopter blasted into smithereens, Will did his best to rub the sleep from his eyes and sit himself up. 

“That was an excellent movie!” Capheus exclaimed when the credits began rolling. He was practically euphoric. 

Riley thought it was adorable. “I’m glad you liked it, I thought it would be something you would appreciate. There are several sequels, too, if you’re interested.”

Kala, however, did not share Capheus’ obvious delight. “It’s far too violent for my taste.” She hadn’t meant to visit, but her cluster-mate’s elation had attracted her attention. Wanting to get away from the sweaty Bruce Willis as quickly as possible, she pulled them all into her flat with Wolfgang. Her television was showing something entirely different.

“What are you guys watching?”

Seeing Capheus’ curiosity, Kala was more than happy to share. “lt’s a famous film called ‘Dilwale Dulhania Le Jayenge’.” She looped her arm into Wolfgang’s and leaned into him on the couch. “I’m introducing him to Bollywood,” she explained, pleased with herself. 

“Bollywood, huh?” Will asked, grinning. “It’s kind of… light and breezy. Like, really light and breezy.”

Wolfgang nodded, completely serious. “It’s pretty good so far.”

Riley wasn’t surprised. “You enjoy the singing.”

Once she said it, it made sense to everyone else. Of course he would. 

“Well, I’m not a fan, I preferred the ugly, barefoot man sneaking through the vents and punching people who annoy him.” Everyone’s eyes turned to the newly arrived Sun. She blinked at them owlishly. “What?”

“But it’s a beloved Indian classic,” Kala tried. “It’s been showing in Mumbai movie theatres for over twenty years. Dilwale Dulhania Le Jayenge has everything you could ever want! Singing, dancing, romance, adventure, beautiful scenery…”

“Sorry, but it just doesn’t do it for me.”

Sun agreed with Capheus’ sentiments. “The movie lacks gravitas and drama.”

“Well, I don’t understand your idea of fun.” Kala was thoroughly put out. “That Definitely Die movie-”

“Die Hard,” Nomi corrected, having also suddenly appeared. 

“-yes, thank you - that movie was riddled with plot holes and gratuitous violence.”

Wolfgang agreed. “I’ve never really been a fan of it, either.” Seeing Will’s doubtful expression, he explained. “Too many cops.”

Sun snorted just as Will threw a cushion at him. 

“I don’t know why you’re laughing,” Nomi noted, “you’re dating a cop.”

Sun stopped smiling immediately. “We’re not dating.” Both Kala and Nomi shot her a knowing look. “It’s complicated,” she admitted, caving.

“I do have one criticism,” Capheus noted, getting back to the topic at hand. “It would have been a better film if Jean Claude had played the main character.”

“Urgh,” Nomi rolled her eyes, “you think everything’s better with Van Damme in it.”

Capheus smiled, unafraid to acknowledge that this was entirely true. 

“When I was young I thought Bruce Willis was kind of cool,” Riley admitted. “I definitely liked him better than Sylvester Stallone. I never really understood the appeal of the Rambo films. They took themselves far too seriously.”

“You’re not hunting him-” Capheus quoted, with Will finishing it for him. “He’s hunting you!”

”Schwarzenegger is still the best out of all of them.” Wolfgang knew he was making a controversial statement, but considering his well-known appreciation of Conan the Barbarian, he also knew it wouldn’t come as a surprise to anyone.

”But he doesn’t know any martial arts,” Capheus said with disapproval. “To be a real action star you need to have some fighting skill in front of the camera. You have to have an impressive presence.”

”Does that make me an action star? Technically I’ve been caught fighting on CCTV,” Sun joked.

”Oh, of course. You’re practically the embodiment of Jean Claude Van Damme himself.”

”Arnold Schwarzenegger has an impressive presence,” Wolfgang said with a frown, defending his champion. He looked down at Kala, hoping for her support in the matter.

”He certainly is a hulking beast of a man,” she offered.

”That British guy’s a martial artist, and he’s pretty good, too,” Will suggested as another contender for the title of best action star. “The Transporter movies were fun.”

”Not that I actively want to engage in this testosterone fest,” Nomi chimed in, “but I should point out that Dwayne Johnson’s made almost as many movies in his first few years of his acting career as Schwarzenegger did in the entire of the eighties and nineties. If you’re going to talk about success… he’s probably the one who’s made the most money and, personally, his acting’s better. And let’s not forget that Scarlet Johansson was the highest paid actress at one time for her action roles.”

Something caught Kala’s eye and she turned to find Lito sitting sullenly in the corner. “What’s the matter?”

He dragged his gaze from the TV, sighed dramatically, and then went back to staring at the screen. “Nothing,” he said wistfully. 

Wolfgang smirked, knowing (along with the others) exactly what was wrong. “We can’t consider you an action star anymore because now you’re a proper Oscar winner.”

“Yes,” Capheus added, “you’re a truly great talent who can play any role perfectly. Jean Claude might be my favourite action man, but you’re my favourite actor.”

Lito was trying not to succumb to their blatant flattery, but he was having a hard time of it. “I don’t believe you guys.”

“Would it make you feel better if we all watched ‘Iberian Dreams’ again?” Riley suggested.

Lito scoffed. “I’m not an egomaniac,” he said, but did nothing to actively stop Riley from putting on the film. 

“Come on,” Will goaded, patting the seat on the couch next to him. “Watch it with us.”

It took him a second, but Lito finally relented, a broad grin plastered to his face. “Okay,” he said, “I’ll go make some popcorn.”