#nahrky

[kingscowchopman]

Based on the lil anon, @unwinthehart‘s response and @nahrky‘s tags, this was born. you can tell I got really lazy soz

[darcyfirth]

@nahrky replied to your post: @nahrky replied to your post “might take a bit...

believe me i am teetering on the edge of this swivel chair. i might as well just be holding a squat that’s how far forward i am. my quads are starting to burn. i wasn’t built to do pilates. help

i suggest cocooning yourself with a blanket and a hot drink. that always works. if not, try Rose's pose in Titanic where she was lying for Jack to draw her.

[gothiethefairy]

nahrky replied to your post: ya think harry and eggsy can’t stand mcdonald’s...

@darcyfirth shhh what do you mean memory of merlin he’s the one that drove them to kfc in the first place SHHHHH

eggsy: pour one out for my boy, merlin. -pours his coke out on the sidewalk-

harry: he was an excellent man indeed. -eats a nugget-

merlin: this is why i don’t take you two with me on my kfc runs.

[daddygraves]

@nahrky AND I FINALLY MET IN PERSON AND WENT AND WATCHED THE GOLDEN CIRCLE TOGETHER!!!! also PSA: AUSTRALIAN KINGSMAN FANS WHO LIVE IN SYDNEY, HIT. US. UP!!!!!

[hartwinorlose]

@nahrky i have it noted that you are to be tagged ;)

[mandysimo13]

nahrky replied to your post

sherlock and harry hart in a game of conversational wit??

Ha! That’d be hilarious!

“Manners maketh man.” Harry paused, eyeing Sherlock with his one good eye. “Do you know what that means?”

Sherlock rolled his eyes, fidgeting in his seat, boredom wafting off him like cologne. “It means my brother can’t be arsed to even come here himself to make demands of me. Which one of his cronies are you?”

Harry arched an eyebrow, smirk twitching at his lips. “What makes you think I work for your brother?”

Sherlock scoffed. Without looking directly at Harry, who sat primly in John’s chair, and without skipping a beat, he ticked off his deductions at a brisk pace. “Please. Bespoke suit, oxfords, ridiculously unnecessary umbrella, signet ring on your right hand. Odd placement by the way but whatever. Not to mention you have the posture of military but you carry yourself with more swagger than someone serving in a combat zone. Recent injury to your left, rendering it useless, gunshot I assume but without removing your eyepatch it’s a little hard to tell. So, I’d say agent of some sort. MI6 early on in your career but you don’t have the stiffness of someone currently working in MI6. So unless your James Bond come to torture me by coming to life out of one of John’s movies, I’d say your here on an errand from Mycroft doing some freelance work.” 

He finally turned his head to eye the newcomer to 221B and smiled devilishly. “How’d I do?”

“Not bad,” Harry conceded. “I did work for MI6 in my youth. I’m not exactly freelance but I’ll get to that in a moment. Yes, your brother did send for me and my expertise on this matter, suggesting I enlist you as well since you seem to be going out of your gourd with boredom. And, yes, I did get shot in the eye. Well spotted.” He smiled cheekily and added, “but no, I am not James Bond. Much too much arrogance and overt machismo for my taste. Though, the stories are entertaining.”

“So I hear,” Sherlock drawled. “So! What did Mycroft send you here for, hmm?”

“Certainly not a game of Cluedo-”

“Course not, would be too much to hope for-”

“-but I do have a case for you to help out on. If you’re up for it.”

“I don’t work well with others,” Sherlock warned. “Perhaps another one of your colleagues could assist you.”

Harry’s smirk widened into a smile. “I think I can change your mind on that. And your partner is more than welcome to join, I know he’s crucial to your work.”

“What exactly is this mission?”

Harry stood and buttoned his jacket. “I’ll tell you what. Come to the Kingsman Tailors at Saville Row tonight. Whenever your John gets back from whatever it is he does at that clinic, of course.”

Sherlock frowned. “A tailors? What is this, some kind of dispute of suits? Stolen fabrics or pilfered patterns? What could you possibly need me for at a tailor’s shop?”

Harry only stooped to pick up his umbrella and ducked his head in departure to Sherlock. “If you’re curious, just come to the shop. I feel that, with a little bit of persuasion, we can convince you that you should hear our case.” 

With that, he was gone and Sherlock was left confused and intrigued. He took out his phone and rapidly tapped out three texts.

What kind of company are you keeping these days Mycroft? - SH

If convenient, come home at once. - SH If inconvenient, come anyway. We’ve got a case. - SH

[parkxiaowu]

i was reading your tags on your Dutch Girls post and YES sfaith's The Beast is soooo goood, I've been meaning to do gifsets of scenes from that fic using Colin's old movies, but never got around to it -- your gifs are always so pretty though, so if you gave it a go I would be hella pleased ;D young baby Colin is my biggest weakness honestly

It seems you can read my mind. I really have that plan in my head (make some gifsets of Colin and Renee’s old movies to match scenes in Sfaith’s The beast). I love this fic so much! It's such a beautiful story (cry at the end tho), I seriously can’t rewatch BJD without thinking that fic, lol. That’s why I rewatch “Dutch girls” now, hope can make something.. I hope we can have more fics about young Mark x Bridget :(

[kingscowchopman]

nahrky replied to your video “i’ve had this on repeat for the last hour as a way to stay awake, to...”

uni group projects more like the ninth circle of hell

its so stupid, its a project I could’ve done alone but unfortunately I got dragged into my friends group and even though I declared I wanted to do it alone and just skldfjalksdjfsa