Gotta pop to town, be back in a very short while.
A dropbox full of Andrew Scott gifs, this is going to be constantly updated with new ones, whenever I feel like making new ones. Thus far these are gifs from ‘My life in film’, the moments I found that have not really been giffed, or I haven’t seen gifs of.
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"I shouldn’t be talking to you all, you know.." Richard breathed, tearing off bits of bread and chucking them to the ducks with furrowed brows, looking down at them. Recently he’d started being able to hear animals, understand what they were saying and he was almost certain he was going mad. He couldn’t tell anyone, he was fifteen afterall and such childish things were meant to be grown out of by now but this had long ago stopped being a game.
It wasn’t like most animals could hold good conversation, especially when he was holding food, all they were chattering about was the bread and they couldn’t care less that he felt like he was going mad. If he was a mutant, which he had considered, this was the worst power.
“Hey.. can I have a bit of that?” Richard’s attention was drawn away from the ducks as a squirrel chittered from right beside him, sat on the bench with it’s tail twitching.
"Sure, here." He smiled, handing a bit over and watching as the squirrel sat calmly right beside him and ate it. Alright, perhaps it wasn’t that bad, sometimes it could be reassuring that he could understand these creatures like no one else in the world but if anyone found out, he knew he’d be in trouble. Mutants were seen as bad news, if that’s what he was and he didn’t want to end up being hated by almost everyone just for being different. At least the animals didn’t care about that.
John Watson was tired. More than tired, really. Exhaustion had settled deep into his bones after a day of taking his junior-level class to the exhibit on forensics at the museum. Keeping track of that many teens was… Well, impossible. If he’d been born a telepath, it’d be no issue, but for a man with little more than healing capabilities it was easy to lose track of the group. As he did his headcount and ushered everyone onto the bus, a noise drew his attention.
Not too far away, he could see a young man feeding and chatting to a squirrel on a bench. The poor boy seemed entirely alone, and though he knew he shouldn’t leave the bus, John asked the driver to wait. He approached slowly and carefully, so as night to frighten the stranger.
"Hi! Um, is everything alright? Are you here with someone, or are you by yourself?" If the boy’s guardian had wandered off, John was more than willing to wait with him.
The squirrel hopped into Richard’s lap and at first he didn’t understand why, especially since it seemed scared, though it quickly became apparent when a man walked up to him and asked him if he was alone. Doing a quick glance around, he noticed a bus full of children staring at him -or at the man beside him- which assured him that this wasn’t one of those ‘stranger danger’ situations. This was a teacher showing concern for him.
"I’m b-by myself." The boy finally breathed, gently petting the squirrel that had now made itself comfortable in his lap and began in eating the rest of the bread he’d been holding, it was a shameless little opportunist and that drew a small smile from him as he looked down at it. "I was just f-feeding the animals." He shrugged, glancing up at the man.
It was already obvious that anyone would see this as weird, the boy had a wild squirrel sat calmly in his lap and even once the food had gone, the creature didn’t run away. Instead it climbed up his arm and settled itself on his shoulder, watching the man carefully as if ready to pounce if he tried anything.
‘Did you miss me?’
At first when he’d heard that voice in the care home, he thought it was merely his imagination, it sounded wrong but it definitely sounded like his brother. Pitched up, higher in note but he knew his brother’s voice. Then everyone reacted to it, the nurses ran to the telly looking in surprise and Richard followed, his breathing coming in heavy gasps.
This couldn’t be happening, as much as he had cared for his brother, the man was a monster and now he was back.
Before any of the nurses could stop him, he dashed out of the care home, grabbing his hooded jumper and nothing else, just enough to cover himself up from those that would think he was Jim. The last thing he needed was for the public to attack him, to want to hurt him, he wasn’t bad and he didn’t deserve it.
It didn’t take very long to get to the police station, at least, it didn’t seem very long but as soon as he pulled his hood down to talk to the woman at the desk, she was calling for backup. “N-No! No! I’m not.. I’m not him! I’m n-not Jim! Please l-listen to me!” He breathed, trying not to have a panic attack as he was cuffed and pulled upstairs, his heart pounding in his chest as he was left all alone in a interrogation room.
Greg was watching a football match in a pub when he saw that so well known face appear on the screen. He had no doubt about it, Jim Moriarty was back. That wasn’t good. Not at all. He left his pint half empty on the bar and ran to Scotland Yard.
He had no time to spill. The situation was an emergency and he was in charge of the case. He knew the man, his first enemy, Sherlock, and arrested him at the Tower of London.
He was barely arrived that a woman behind her desk jumped to talk him. “He arrested him, Sir! James Moriarty came here, on his own. They put him in room 3.” Lestrade was genuinely surprised. “Right, thanks” He nodded.
Before the room, he when to his office. There, he owned a file about Moriarty. It wasn’t a big one but it was enough. He took a deep breath and eventually walked into the room. He closed the door and sat. “That was a quick come back, Moriarty.”
By the time someone came in, Richard had his head rested on the table that he sat at, eyes closed as he tried to stay calm. He had come here for help, though now it seemed he would be punished for his brother’s crimes, perhaps Jim had even planned this part as well. To scare him into seeking help, knowing that no one would believe he was Richard Brook, as Jim had used that one before. Stupidly he’d fallen into this trap.
"M-My name.. My name i-is Richard.." He breathed, lifting his head off the table but keeping his gaze down, he was lightly trembling in fear of what could happen in the future. There wasn’t a chance he’d survive in prison, he’d be dead in days.
Running a tongue over his lips, he glanced up at the man for a moment, his expression solemn. “J-James is my b-brother.. My twin. I.. I came t-to get help. He’s b-back and I’m s-scared, I wanted t-to be somewhere safe..” With a shake of his head, his gaze fell again, letting out a small huffed and bitter laugh.
"I-I think.. I think he p-planned for this. For me t-to come for help. Now I’m g-going to go to p-prison.." Richard mumbled, letting his head fall forward and resting it on the table again, closing his eyes. "C-Check my head.. Let me h-have a brain scan. My brain i-i.. it’s bad. I have moderate b-brain damage.. anxiety d-disorder.. I wouldn’t b-be able to do w-what Jim did. I couldn’t if I-I wanted to.."
Been lurking all day, got no replies to do, so I’mma be offline for the night to spend time with my girlfriend <3
"Can I keep you?" ((omg you're back hi~))
"K-Keep me?" Richard asked, his brows furrowed a little. ((Hi there! Happily back in action!))
Reaching his hand out, Richard’s own was trembling slightly as he took Victor’s hand, shaking it lightly. It wasn’t that he was scared of the man, or intoxicated, his natural anxiety just made social situations that much more intimidating. “M-My name’s Richard..” He introduced, smiling lightly at Victor.
Victor noticed the slight tremble in the man’s hand, holding it for a brief moment before he let go. “Pleased to meet you, Richard.” He murmured, considering how close they now were. He returned the man’s smile with a bright one of his own. “You don’t look like you belong here, Richard.” He tried the man’s name once again, deciding that he liked it.
Richard chuckled at the politeness of this man, Victor really was so charming and pleasant that it was like he stepped out of an old film. “Yes, well.. I just w-wanted to relax, I suppose..” Though really he had no real reason to be here, he just was, he’d wandered in because he wanted to make a point of doing something he wasn’t supposed to be doing. “You l-look like you should be somewhere.. posher.” He admitted, chuckling a little.
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1. If there were one word which was automatically to your name in Google searches, which word would you want it to be?
Friendly Richard Brook!
2. What is a goal that you recently met?
Remembering my medication for almost a week with no help!
3. What is your favorite time of day?
Early evening, when everything is calm and relaxing.