Best part.

anonymousbonerfeelings:

Teacher: Schools almost over
Teacher: and this is crazy
Teacher: but here's three projects
Teacher: due friday
thescienceofjohnlock: sherlock-in-heels: “You have a shoe.” “I know.” Sherlock sat up on the sofa. “Is there some reason…” “She bought them… to go with my jumper.” Sherlock kept his face straight with an effort. “And you have one because…?” John glared at him. “I have one because she threw one at me.” He dumped the stripey footwear on the coffee table and pulled up his jumper to display the distinctive impact mark of a stiletto heel on his chest. Sherlock attempted to focus on the mark rather than the chest. John dropped down onto the end of the sofa. “Apparently I am too ‘into my flatmate’ to appreciate her efforts.” Sherlock managed not to enquire exactly how far into his flatmate John would like to go. John sighed, leaning his head back on the top of the seat cushions. “I don’t know what I’m doing wrong.” “Would an itemised list be helpful?” “I doubt it.” Sherlock hesitated, an array of contradictory platitudes marching confusingly through his mind as he debated taking a risk he’d been skirting for months. “Perhaps you’re looking in the wrong place?” John rolled his head round to the side so that he was looking at Sherlock’s face. “I don’t see…” His words died away, the world fading around them as they stared at each other. “You idiot!” Sherlock sat up straighter. “There’s no need…” “There’s every need! Why the hell did you never say anything? You knew I was interested - you’ve known since that very first night! Why did you…?” John broke off. “Never mind. That’s enough time wasted. Come here. You come here to me right now.” There was no room for argument and no objection to be made. Sherlock came.                 — Fic: Verity Burns; shoe: Charlotte Olympia Oh love it, made me smile :)

thescienceofjohnlock:

sherlock-in-heels:

“You have a shoe.”

“I know.”

Sherlock sat up on the sofa. “Is there some reason…”

“She bought them… to go with my jumper.”

Sherlock kept his face straight with an effort. “And you have one because…?”

John glared at him. “I have one because she threw one at me.” He dumped the stripey footwear on the coffee table and pulled up his jumper to display the distinctive impact mark of a stiletto heel on his chest.

Sherlock attempted to focus on the mark rather than the chest.

John dropped down onto the end of the sofa. “Apparently I am too ‘into my flatmate’ to appreciate her efforts.”

Sherlock managed not to enquire exactly how far into his flatmate John would like to go.

John sighed, leaning his head back on the top of the seat cushions.

“I don’t know what I’m doing wrong.”

“Would an itemised list be helpful?”

“I doubt it.”

Sherlock hesitated, an array of contradictory platitudes marching confusingly through his mind as he debated taking a risk he’d been skirting for months. “Perhaps you’re looking in the wrong place?”

John rolled his head round to the side so that he was looking at Sherlock’s face. “I don’t see…” His words died away, the world fading around them as they stared at each other.

“You idiot!”

Sherlock sat up straighter. “There’s no need…”

“There’s every need! Why the hell did you never say anything? You knew I was interested - you’ve known since that very first night! Why did you…?” John broke off. “Never mind. That’s enough time wasted. Come here. You come here to me right now.”

There was no room for argument and no objection to be made.

Sherlock came.

                — Fic: Verity Burns; shoe: Charlotte Olympia

Oh love it, made me smile :)

strangemoose: spacelionsgetscared: oh fuck every time i see it i laugh so fucking hard. i have to reblog this every time. i can’t not reblog this lOOK AT THE GUY IN THE BACKGROUND HE’S LAUGHING HIS ASS OFF FUCK THE POLICE!

strangemoose:

spacelionsgetscared:

oh fuck every time i see it i laugh so fucking hard. i have to reblog this every time. i can’t not reblog this

lOOK AT THE GUY IN THE BACKGROUND HE’S LAUGHING HIS ASS OFF

FUCK THE POLICE!

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sherlocked-inside-the-tardis: mishafuckingackles: thescienceofjohnlock: the-hedgehog-of-baskerville: #fucking hipsters #taking our fucking shows background #putting fucking text over it and adding a filter #reblogging it because it has some fucking text over it #YOU KNOW WHAT MEMORIES WON’T LET ME GO? #NOT MY EX BOYFRIEND #NO #JOHN’S FUCKING MONOLOGUE #THAT SHIT WON’T LET ME GO Re-blogging for that ^ That tag.

sherlocked-inside-the-tardis:

mishafuckingackles:

thescienceofjohnlock:

the-hedgehog-of-baskerville:

#fucking hipsters #taking our fucking shows background #putting fucking text over it and adding a filter #reblogging it because it has some fucking text over it #YOU KNOW WHAT MEMORIES WON’T LET ME GO? #NOT MY EX BOYFRIEND #NO #JOHN’S FUCKING MONOLOGUE #THAT SHIT WON’T LET ME GO

Re-blogging for that ^

That tag.

sprocketdrox:

cocksandklainebows:

orgarren:

orgarren:

if enough people reblog this my mum might get me a cat

so uh- reblog this please xoxo　

Please she told me I need 10k

#i am gonna keep reblogging this untill the damn girl gets a cat#people need cats #people deserve cats #i am really passionate about this omg

COME ON TUMBLR, LET’S GET THIS GIRL A CAT! EVERYONE DESERVES A CAT!

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astroize:

every blog is slowly becoming an avenger blog

Slowly?

If you have ever taken a razor blade to that beautiful body of yours, skipped one or more meals, cried yourself to sleep because you never thought you were good enough, attempted any sort of self harm, had thoughts of taking your own life, or actually tried it, HONESTLY reblog this.

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“Relax, it’s just a TV show.”

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