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Thank you so much!! I'd say that this is pretty accurate lmao

Tagging: @randomidiotsposts @lonelylivv @rogue-cas-whore @stuffandatherstuff lmao if you're confused this is my main blog

I want to start a picrew chain!

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That’s mine.

Tagging:

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Weird stuff my sleep deprived friends say as incorrect quotes 12/?

Drunk Amy: what if, but hear me out on this, what if we could eat cream cheese like an apple??

Jake, to the bartender: whatever you gave her, I want some too.

LMAO incorrectsb99 is my side blog so thanks anyway i guess 😜

Aesthetics tag game!

I’ve been tagged quite a few time in this one, and lately by @par-merlin​ and thanks so much your board was soooo cool.

rules: google/search your name & your favourite color & the word ‘aesthetic’. take the first four (non collage) photos and voila you have your aesthetic moodboard! then tag your friends to join!

This is SO NICE. I tag @effervescentdragon​ @doctorrosetennant​ @elwenn-dreaming​ @booksandwoollysocks​ @ineffable-yikes​ @cleverlittlejay​ @melusine0811​ @megabadbunny​ if you ever want to !

yall hear me out on this

loki and valkyrie are the damian and janis of the mcu

Weird stuff my sleep deprived friends say as incorrect quotes 6/?

Michael: what the fuck is lukewarm?? Just say warm! I mean seriously, was the human race too bored of a word so they made another one?? I fucking hate English. Pull your backward ass language together!! AND HOW IS THAT ANY DIFFERENT THAN JOHNWARM???

After dinner

They stood on the quiet street, it was late now, after the shooting and the police sirens the buzz of that evenings events had quietened and whilst the meal had been pleasant it was clear neither of them knew exactly where they stood.

“Okay then, till next time” said Sherlock descisively, he nodded his head as if to signal that was it then spun round to walk away.

John realised he didn’t want him to leave, panicked, he blurted out,

“I have a bit of a soft spot for you” he blushed, surprised at himself he dropped his head, not wanting to see Sherlock’s reaction.

As Sherlock turned to look at John, he added quietly,

“Actually quite a big soft spot”,

Still looking down he noticed Sherlock was close now.

“And where is this .....soft spot?” Sherlock’s voice was gentle and low, but suggestive.

Johns breath was gone, knocked out of his chest by the words.

He looked up at Sherlock, eyes locked on his but he did not speak.

Sherlock’s eyes travelled down Johns face, then body, then back up to his eyes. He held Johns gaze, whose breath was still baited, and slowly reached out to touch Johns chest.

“Is it here?”

As his fingers made contact lightly with Johns cotton shirt electricity jolted through his skin and burned along the path Sherlock trailed upwards. When he reached the skin of Johns neck his involuntary intake of breath was so sharp it cut through the silence, as he parted his lips to allow it escape Sherlock’s hand cupped his chin and his mouth descended upon Johns.

Nervous energy exploded inside Johns body, Sherlock’s lips were soft and generous, this was new to John and his mind was racing, yet he couldn’t think, this man he had known for a matter of days, with his lips pressed against Johns was now all he could concentrate on.

“I’m not gay” popped into his head but was swiftly dismissed as Sherlock’s other hand reached around Johns back and pulled him closer. John stopped trying to think and let go, reacting by pushing his body forwards, into Sherlock and tilting his chin up to kiss him back.

I dawned on him slowly that, although it was late, they were still literally just kissing in the street, he dropped his chin and the contact was broken. Sherlock studied Johns face,

“Baker Street?” He questioned,

“Oh god yes”

Quarantine mood is watching Netflix constantly until you start finding reference from one show in another.

For example, this happened to me today:

Me: *watching threat level midnight*

Michael: "my name is Michael Scarn and I'm here to say, I'm about to do the Scarn in a major way"

Me: *salutes* major way