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i hope that, wherever my hair ties go, they’re happy. that’s all that matters
Sex, drug,s and rock & roll
More like masturbation, ibuprofen, and enya
the funniest thing in twilight is when bella thinks that the guy she has a crush on might be a vampire so she goes home and just googles the word “vampire” it’s ridiculous but also exactly what I would do in that situation
(in case you haven’t noticed)
I’m so amused because when Steven Spielberg was making Jurassic Park he’s like ‘I want 10 ft’ velociraptors and everyone else is like ‘Steven no, they weren’t that big’ and he’s just like ‘well damn imma put them in the movie anyway’ and then during filming some random palaeontologists found actual 10 ft velociraptor skeletons and Spielberg was probably like ‘told ya so’
First quote corrected with help of this transcript: http://arianedevere.livejournal.com/42853.html
"Stop! Stop, we can’t giggle, it’s a crime scene! Stop it!" John admonished Sherlock breathlessly, trying to keep his own laughter under wraps.
The two met eyes and what John added with a look was “it’s not proper.”
Sherlock started rambling about Chinese food until halfway there. Then, he turned on his heel, and started walking into an alleyway.
"Is this a shortcut?" John asked, not really expecting an answer. Sherlock stopped, and walked towards one of the building walls. John caught up and was by his side presently. "Sherlock, what are you-"
The rest of John’s sentence was lost to surprise as the taller man grabbed him by the shoulders and steered him until he was back to the wall.
"Giggling at crime scenes may be improper, but I can think of a few things that are much more so…" With that, he leaned in and met John’s lips. John sputtered in alarm, and brought his hands up to Sherlock’s wrists.
Sherlock drew away and said, “I told you that girls weren’t really my area. Blokes usually aren’t either, but then again you’re not usual, John.” Their eyes met and John’s hands fell to his sides once more. He parted his lips and licked them quickly, following the line of Sherlock’s gaze on them. His breath huffed out into the cold night air and he closed his eyes, head back against the brick.
Permission granted, Sherlock crowded in closer and kissed John. This time, John’s mouth was gentle, and he kissed back. This time, Sherlock’s hands traveled down John’s sides and hooked into the belt loops of his jeans. This time, Sherlock pressed a thigh between John’s legs and felt him breathe out a shuttering sigh. This time, Sherlock would put his post-case adrenaline to good use.
Heyyyyy, how you doin’?
Remember when Breaking Bad ended their season with a slow zoom into a potted plant and it was simultaneously the most revelatory and upsetting thing that’s ever happened?
white lips, pale face, im gay, outer space
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