it’d be cool to speak like 20 different languages & keep it a secret from everyone & then during a time of crisis, u could speak some fluent russian to some russian guy holding a gun to your head & all your friends will be like daaamn
Sherlock is inspired.
NO THAT’S BAD
SHERLOCK THAT ISN’T HOW YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO TELL JOHN YOU LIKE HIM
SHERLOCK. STOP. NO. BAD SHERLOCK.
DONT BE GETTING ANY IDEAS NOW MR. HOLMES
“Please Sherlock…don’t be dead. Would you do that, just for me? Just…stop it. Stop this.” John whispered to the gravestone, trying his best not to break down sobbing. How could he have lost his best friend in the whole world. And not only his best friend, but a man he admired and care for…
A man that he loved.
John never got to tell him that, never got to admit his feelings for Sherlock. Not that he thought the man would reciprocate, of course. But it would have been nice to-
No, he need to stop thinking about this right now. It wasn’t possible. He was gone, and John was never going to see him again.
Spinning away from the gravestone, John made his way through the graveyard slowly, feeling his heart break with every step. It felt so wrong to be leaving his friend here, in this cold, unfriendly place. Sherlock should still be at Baker Street, not laying in a graveyard.
And here he was, walking away from the remains of the greatest man John ever knew. It was enough to drive him mad. It might be driving him mad, for he felt that he could see Sherlock everywhere. In the trees, near the road, on one knee in front of him…
With a loud grunt, John ran into the supposed phantom, landing heavily on the ground. He rolled over quickly, looking in shock at the man in front of him. It was Sherlock…
“John, I love you. Will you do me the honour of becoming my husband?” Sherlock asked, showing him a shiny gold band nestled in a black box. John gaped at him, his eyes darting between the ring and Sherlock.
“But you were dead…” He managed to croak out. Sherlock gave John a small smile before speaking.
“I wanted to show you how meaningless life would be without me.” He said blandly. “I care about you so much, and I-“
Sherlock was promptly silenced by one of John’s fists colliding with his face.
“You’re a bloody prat, you know that?!” John growled, looking down at Sherlock in anger. “I thought you were dead!”
“Yes, John. That was rather the point.” Sherlock began, stopping short when John leveled him with another glare.
“Don’t Sherlock….not right now.” John said, turning on his heel and walking away.
“But, John!” Sherlock called. “You didn’t answer my proposal!”
One year later, in a small chapel in London, the world’s only Consulting Detective and a certain ex-army doctor say “I do.”
((Oops…I fic’d it.))
my little sister and i went to go see the great gatsby and the power just went out in the theatre because of a storm and the movie shut off and after a few seconds i just went “well this is a mediocre gatsby” and everyone groaned and four people left
Did you know that in Australia it’s five times more likely that you’ll pick a partner based on humour rather than looks so if you’re ugly but a hilarious motherfucker then you’re almost guaranteed love
yea but have u ever seen an ugly australian
i am waiting for an ugly australian to add their selfie to this post pls do it is beckoning you to tumblr fame