I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS FOR SO LONG OMG
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We can make a puppet show.
We can make a musical.
We can make a second musical.
We can cross two Harry Potter related things and make it hysterical.
We can take a famous line from the movie and change it.
We can take pictures from the movie and make it look like a picture…
Once upon a time, I decided that it was my solemn obligation to prank my friends before we graduated.
So…I made Hogwarts Acceptance letters. A lot of them. Because who isn’t still waiting for their freaking letter to arrive?
My hand hated me so much. Also, cursive G is the worst.
Letters were posted. All was well.
Until this happened…
What the-?
This is literally the best thing I have ever seen in my entire life.
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Meanwhile, Misha…
My lovely followers, please follow this blog immediately!
The floor is LAVA, John.
My lovely followers, please follow this blog immediately!
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CANADIANS ARE FUCKIN METAL AS SHIT FUCK YA MOTHAFUCKING ASS SON FUCK IT
didn’t you guys have an 18 million dollar maple syrup heist
YOU LOOK ME IN THE GODDAMN FUCKIN EYE YOU BITCH ASS PUNK AND TELL ME THAT AINT METAL AS SHIT
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…this was supposed to be some super serious fan-comic but then my brain farted on the second page.
I am physically incapable of NOT reblogging this one. Sorry I’m not sorry.
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Girls don’t like boys, girls like fanfiction, food and middle aged celebrities.
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the first one is just so ridiculously adorable
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| Stranger: | We've got several noise complaints from the neighbors. We need to be more careful. JW |
|---|---|
| You: | Oh, who cares about the neighbors. -SH |
| Stranger: | I think we should at least try to be more quiet for the sake of Mrs. Hudson. JW |
| You: | Alright, I'll give you that. -SH |
| Stranger: | Thank you. JW |
| You: | When will you be home? SH |
| Stranger: | Late. I need to cover another shift. JW |
| You: | Well that's no good. SH |
| Stranger: | Why not? JW |
| You: | Well, how are we going to practice keeping our voices down if you're not coming home? SH |
| Stranger: | Sherlock, we can't tonight. I'm already exhausted. JW |
| You: | Then you should come home. SH |
| You: | You need to sleep SH |
| Stranger: | I can't. I'll see you later tonight, okay? JW |
| You: | Can I bring you anything? SH |
| Stranger: | No, I'm fine. Thanks. JW |
| You: | Alright then. Don't work too hard I guess. -SH |
| Stranger: | I'll work as hard as I need to. JW |
| Stranger: | I love you. JW |
| You: | I love you too -SH |
| Stranger: | [10:26 PM] John tiredly slumped up the stairs and collapsed on the sofa, too tired to move from the spot he was in to even get into the bedroom. |
| You: | Sherlock was awake when John got home, of course. He heard the door swing shut and came out from his bedroom to find John on the couch, one leg hanging off the edge. Sherlock smirked. Poor John. He went over and pushed John the rest of the way onto the couch, laying a blanket over him. He kissed his forehead and said, "Goodnight, John" quietly to himself. |
| Stranger: | John sighed and looked tiredly up at the detective. "S-Sherlock?" he yawned. |
| You: | "Didn't mean to wake you." He whispered, kneeling on the floor by the couch. |
| Stranger: | "'s fine," he sighed, sitting up a bit. "I didn't know you were still awake." |
| You: | Sherlock chuckled once. "I'm always awake." |
| Stranger: | He smiled weakly and nodded. "Right..." |
| You: | "Go to sleep." Sherlock said quietly. "Unless you wanted to come to bed." |
| Stranger: | "I wanna come to bed." |
| You: | Sherlock smiled, moving back so that John could get up and follow him into Sherlock's room. |
| Stranger: | John sleepily stood and walked ahead of Sherlock to their room. |
| You: | Sherlock was already in his boxers and his think blue robe. "Did you want to at least take your shoes off?" Sherlock smirked. |
| Stranger: | John nodded and looked up at him. "C-Can you help me?" |
| You: | Sherlock rolled his eyes, grinning. "Just lay down." |
| Stranger: | John obeyed and laid down on the bed. |
| You: | Sherlock undid John's work shoes, pulling them off and then the socks. He climbed over John onto his side of the bed. "Shirt too?" |
| Stranger: | John nodded. |
| You: | Sherlock leaned over John and worked John's shirt up to his shoulders, pulling his arms through and sliding it over his head. He tossed it to the floor, laying a hand on John's bare chest. "I missed you." Sherlock said quietly, bending to kiss John's lips once. |
| Stranger: | John sleepily kissed him back and smiled. "I missed you too." |
| You: | Sherlock dimmed their bedside light and settled in next to John pulling the covers up over them. He propped his head up on his elbow, preparing to watch John sleep. The sight sometimes lulled him into a sort of state where he too could sleep through the night. |
| Stranger: | John snuggled into Sherlock's chest and quickly drifted into a deep sleep against the other's body. |
| You: | Sherlock stared at John's slack face as he started to snore with a small smile on his face. He got into the habit of brushing John's hair back. John's steady breathing eventually caused Sherlock's eyes to droop and he settled in next to John, laying his head against John's as he slept. |
| Stranger: | ((Time skip to next morning?)) |
| You: | ((lol yeah)) |
| Stranger: | John woke up the next morning with his face buried in Sherlock's chest, still tired from the night previous. After a moment, he turned to look at the clock and saw that he was going to be late for work. "Fuck!" he immediately got out of bed and began getting redressed. |
| You: | Sherlock started awake at John's shout, making a loud snore as he sat bolt upright, "What is it? What's wrong?" Sherlock mumbled sleepily. |
| Stranger: | "I'm late," he cursed, putting his clothes on. "I forgot to set my bloody alarm!" |
| You: | "It's Saturday..." Sherlock said, a little unsure in his sleepy haze. |
| Stranger: | "I have to work today. I need to cover for-" he coughed and finished putting on his coat, despite the woozy feeling he was getting, "cover for an absent worker." |
| You: | "John... are you getting sick?" Sherlock threw the covers back and jumped up to stop John's fussing. |
| Stranger: | John shook his head. "I'm fine. I can't get sick. I need...I-I need..." |
| You: | Sherlock put his hand to John's forehead. He was feverish and actually, rather pale now that Sherlock was awake and looking. "John, you're not doing anybody any favors if you go to work like this. You'll get all your patients with already weakened immune systems even sicker." |
| Stranger: | John sighed and shook his head. "I can't afford any more sick days. I'm fine, I'm..I'm just a bit dehy-...dehydrated." |
| You: | "Lie down. Now." Sherlock demanded. "I'm getting you some water and calling you in sick." |
| Stranger: | John sighed and sat down back on the bed. |
| You: | "Good." Sherlock said. "You'd probably be more comfortable if you took your pants off." Sherlock mentioned as he walked out of the room. He pulled out his cell phone and called John's super, explaining how he'd gone so long without sleep and contracted what seemed to be the early onset of some sort of flu and he would be causing more harm than good if he were to come in. She wished John a speedy recovery. He poured John a tall glass of water and then dug around in the fridge for some orange juice. He found a carton of unopened orange juice behind his jar of thumbs. He poured John a glass of that two, tucking a box of tissues under his arm. |
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