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He’d imagined it would be ordinary. Boring. Mundane.

“I’d like you to monitor John Watson from time to time during Sherlock’s absence,” Mycroft had said.

“And that’s a worthwhile use of our time at Q branch, is it? You have your own access to CCTV,” he’d scoffed in reply.

“Not Q branch, brother. You. I want you to see what the cameras, and what our other operatives, will no doubt miss.” At that point, Mycroft had laid a hand on his little brother’s arm. “I want you to see what I will no doubt miss.”

He’d looked up at Mycroft, then swallowed and looked away. “Why choose me?”

“You know why. I remember that you were devastated when Sherlock left for University. You felt you’d lost more than a brother; you felt you’d lost your only friend. Your hero. Now Imagine how it must feel for John. He doesn’t think Sherlock is merely gone for a few years. He thinks Sherlock is dead. He believes he will never come back again.”

It had been hard not to give away his emotions, but he’d managed just to nod at his oldest brother. “Fine. I’ll report to you bi-monthly. I have to get back to my lab, now. I’ll see myself out.”

That afternoon, he spent an hour observing John Watson from a safe distance across the street.

He saw the pain in John’s every step. He saw the anguish written in the lines on John’s face.

And that night, after he sent his report to Mycroft, he cried for the first time in years.

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Sat, 18 May 2013 20:20:05 -0700

Catelyn dreamt that Bran was whole again, that Arya and Sansa...

Sat, 18 May 2013 17:30:26 -0700

Catelyn dreamt that Bran was whole again, that Arya and Sansa held hands, that Rickon was still a babe at her breast. Robb, crownless, played with a wooden sword, and when all were safe asleep, she found Ned in her bed, smiling.
Sweet it was, sweet and gone too soon. Dawn came cruel, a dagger of light. She woke aching and alone and weary; weary of riding, weary of hurting, weary of duty. I want to weep, she thought. I want to be comforted. I’m so tired of being strong. I want to be foolish and frightened for once. Just for a small while, that’s all … a day … an hour …

akeenerheart: I can’t stop laughing at this.

Sat, 18 May 2013 12:00:55 -0700

akeenerheart:

I can’t stop laughing at this.

‘Corazón Sin Cara’ by Prince Royce is my new jam.

Sat, 18 May 2013 10:59:11 -0700

‘Corazón Sin Cara’ by Prince Royce is my new jam.

copperbeard: poisonparfait69: rydek: a mashup of the yu-gi-oh...

Sat, 18 May 2013 06:30:20 -0700

copperbeard:

poisonparfait69:

rydek:

a mashup of the yu-gi-oh song and the space jam song, AKA my current favourite thing ever

[source]

NO

YES

yesssssss…

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Fri, 17 May 2013 17:30:20 -0700

nettumbles: jacobtheloofah: butterfly-zombie: meow—lex: prole...

Fri, 17 May 2013 12:11:51 -0700

nettumbles:

jacobtheloofah:

butterfly-zombie:

meow—lex:

proletarianinstinct:

batlesbo:

airspaniel:

This is literally breathtaking.

My friend just sent this to me… wow. Watch until the end.

Jesus Christ

Nothing makes sense anymore

The fucking balance

the fucking muscle control

the fucking black magic feather

the fucking “bitches please” face she has he entire time

this is real magic kids

sherlock-in-heels: Sherlock is not the jealous type. “Let’s go...

Fri, 17 May 2013 12:00:57 -0700

sherlock-in-heels:

Sherlock is not the jealous type.

“Let’s go John.”

He doesn’t worry if his lover looks at women.

“The case is done John.”

Or at other men.

“It’s done. We can go now. NowNowNow.”

Because Sherlock is not the jealous type.

“John Watson if you don’t stop looking at those models I’ll—”

The good doctor turned from the lithe women promenading along the catwalk. “What? Oh!”

Sherlock made a moue, suddenly completely interested in his fingernails.

John grinned. “I’m not looking at the models, my beautiful, daft love.”

Sherlock’s expression shifted to something nearer a I’m-willing-to-be-mollified-please-continue.

“The designer said she’d give us any pair in your size.”

Sherlock’s gaze lifted. He now also looked at the pretty parade.

“I’m just trying to visualise which heel most suits your sexy strut.”

Though they ended up with the filigreed gold, the answer to what most suited Sherlock’s strut was really rather simple: So long as his lover was looking…anything.

Submission: Arainbowcupcake; Shoe: Dolce & Gabbana; Fic: Atlin Merrick

beautifulbrwn: are you fukking kidding me? too badass.

Fri, 17 May 2013 11:56:26 -0700

beautifulbrwn:

are you fukking kidding me? too badass.

kamikazeballoon: Have some casual outfits inspired by Captain...

Fri, 17 May 2013 11:41:12 -0700

kamikazeballoon:

Have some casual outfits inspired by Captain Marvel. I might actually wear something of this sort to a con sometime.

gothiccharmschool: These are FANTASTIC. Thanks...

Fri, 17 May 2013 11:15:42 -0700

gothiccharmschool:

These are FANTASTIC. Thanks to zeroatthebone for finding me the clicky-link again.

jamesrustin:

The faces of power.

susannaholmes: do you ever think about your otp and sometimes you’re like but then other times...

Fri, 17 May 2013 06:30:30 -0700

susannaholmes:

do you ever think about your otp and sometimes you’re like

but then other times you’re like

italktosnakes: idratherbedrinkingtea: call me maybe performed...

Thu, 16 May 2013 17:30:33 -0700

italktosnakes:

idratherbedrinkingtea:

call me maybe performed with bottles

I thought I was sick of this song. I thought wrong.