I dunno but this kind of just made my day
The best thing about this is their eyes:
John’s eyes are warm and sunny.
Mycroft’s eyes are a bit dead, and rid of emotion.
Sherlock’s eyes are smirky, like he’s planning your humiliating demise.
“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…”
“Does that matter? Do you want me, Sherlock? To marry me, in fact?”
Verity <3 <3 <3
verity-burns I love you
That’s it, I’m moving to London…
Take me with you?
My mom asked me to make cupcakes, so assuming they were for my family, I iced them white with supernatural-themed red demon traps and blood spatter and some of them even had Lucifer written in calligraphy-ish font.
But then I found out that the cupcakes are for a church bake sale.
Do you see how this might be an issue?
you’re my hero
I love you, be my best friend.
EVERYONE STOP WHAT YOU’RE DOING AND REBLOG, CAUSE THERE IS A FUCKING BABY OTTER PLAYING WITH A SET OF CAR KEYS ON YOUR DASH, OKAY?!
Sherlock Holmes, 11 months, deducing keys.
I just died of cute.
“The truth is… the truth is that I’m not a doctor, I’m not a lawyer, I’m not an airline pilot; I’m nothing, really. I’m just a kid.”
take a deep breath and repeat after me:
- i am not a letter grade
- i am not a gpa
- i am not a statistic
- i am not just a student
- i am good at something
- i am more than what an institution tells me i am
- i am legend
- i am iron man
- i am the monster parents tell their children about at night
- i am the doctor
- i am a high functioning sociopath
- do your research
- i am an angel of the lord
i dont know if i want to be buried or cremated if i die
“if i die”
cover half the picture to see it better
This is actually heartbreaking
I have been waiting all year to post this.
This has been in my queue for months.
I missed it last year and I vowed that would NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN.YES
omg i didnt reblog this last year!
I just realised: THATS WILLIAM SHATNER!
Omfg ok I literally just came on Tumblr to find this to reblog and it was the first post that loaded on my dash that is weird af ok
- Is that John Green
- Is it meaningful or is BBC just too cheap to buy other props
- Sherlock fandom u ok
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- Was that a hipster post or Doctor Who
- Is it night bloggers or just the Australians