Benedict Cumberbatch is going to fucking voice Shere Khan?!
oh for the love of fucking shit.
Function 1) Hero / Heroine Role
Your strongest function will be in the hero / heroine role. This is how you “save the day.” This is your dominant cognitive function.
When life calls on you to save the day, you will call on, and depend on your dominant function.
If you look at your life, at a…
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“Idiot,” Sherlock snaps, even as he pulls John forwards into his arms and hugs him hard. “You could have been killed.”
“Well, we both could,” John grins breathlessly.
Sherlock pushes him off a little, both hands gripping and squeezing down John’s arms, looking for any signs of damage.
“You’re not hit? And why are you grinning in that idiotic fashion?” Sherlock asks.
“Sorry, reaction to the adrenaline,” John says, as his knees buckle and he starts to sag.
“Whoa, no, I’ve got you,” Sherlock says, catching John around the waist and easing his weight down until he’s sitting on the ground with Sherlock crouching in front of him.
“Yes, you do; don’t quite know how that happened, but there it is,” John says blithely.
Sherlock’s brows fold together a little, and his eyelids slide down slightly.
“You’re rambling,” he says accusingly, as he takes hold of John’s wrists and starts picking at the knotted rope.
“You do realize this is the third time in a row I’ve stood Sarah up, for the pleasure of saving your life?” John says, his eyes on Sherlock’s face instead of his nimble fingers.
Sherlock glances up at him, pale eyes under dark lashes.
“I suppose I should be grateful your priorities happen to arrange themselves that way,” he says evenly, returning his attention to John’s wrists.
“It’s no way to court a woman,” John says ruefully.
“She’s not going to sleep with you,” Sherlock says, tossing the untied rope aside and standing up, one hand offered to John. “No matter how much you don’t stand her up.”
John grips Sherlock’s hand, and Sherlock leans back to counter John’s weight as John struggles to his feet.
“She doesn’t like me?” John says, looking a little crestfallen.
“She doesn’t like me,” Sherlock says, brushing his hands together.
“She doesn’t have to like you,” John frowns. “I wasn’t planning on sharing.”
“Neither was I,” Sherlock says.
Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall in To Have and Have Not