#such short

[indorilnereguar]

Halloween

Gonna change my ringtone.

[chiyana]

Vegeta you tiny hilarious monkey prince look at you you are so itty bitty I mean your hair barely touches Nappa’s armpit that is amazing

[featheredmelody]

lxiv. simple

12/8/14

it's eleven o'clock i should go to bed but thoughts of you won't leave my head had to see your name upon my screen think of you morning and night and everywhere in between i don't expect anything from you in return for my steadfastness or for my concern i just want to talk wanna keep in touch the simple things still mean so much

[snacksandharts-blog]

Listen here u lil shit I will hug your face and you will experience face boob like I have every other day and u will enjoy it

I accept this challenge, but first you will need a step ladder

[des-marie15]

Everyone thinks I'm a sophomore or a freshmen. I'm a senior. D;

[youjustgotanimated-blog]

Title: "Goodnight, Sherlock"

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson (sort of)

Warning: A lil' bit of angst and it's post Reichenback

Note: This is my first try at a fanfiction, so please ease a little bit up on the critiques, thanks you.

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And just like that, he was gone, out of John's life.

But, it can't be, couldn't be, could it? He wouldn't believe it, it's not real, it's a dream. All of this, just a dream, he will wake up in the small, scratchy cots of Afghanistan, but no.

No matter how hard John wanted to wake up right now, he couldn't do it because this is real, this is happening, it has happened and now Sherlock is gone. Out of his life, for good.

Reality hit him like that of a wrecking ball smashing into the side of a plaster wall. He stumbled from side to side, trying to reach the man that he would proudly admit to be his best friend. 

His head wasn't clear, an annoying ringing filled his head, slowing his movements until the clockwork motion of  people promoted his consciousness, stimulated his nerves, made every muscle in his body move against the wave of panic and insanity.

"Move, please, I'm a doctor," he slurred out, pushing the crowd, but they wouldn't budge, in fact they seemed to have closed in on him further. 

"Please move, he's my friend!" He tried it louder this time, but to no avail. It was as if he wasn't there and to be honest, he didn't want to be sitting here next to the body of a former companion.

All he could do was reach for Sherlock's chilling hand, interlacing their fingers, trying his best to not act like a fool, but it didn't matter for it now felt like the world had evaporated around him 

Warm tears have stained John's cheeks while more were still pooling around his eyes. Holding the hand gently, as so not to break it, he opened it up to reveal the palm where he had soon placed a chaste kiss. He then folded the fingers into his own, nudged it affectionately and placed yet another pure kiss and where the kiss had laid, a tear has taken it's place.

John gave a small laugh out of hysteria, as he tried to form words to give an appropriate parting.

He gave another light chuckle before the words have escaped his lips.

"Goodnight, Sherlock."

[garbageastrology]

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