#thatsmutlock

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RIGHT NOW

John and Sherlock are raising a baby together! Right now! Right now. RIGHT NOW!

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When Your Brother Calls To Remind You That You’re Sad and Gay at Your Best Friend’s Wedding

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MY DUDES

I was shopping in Home Depot, and the song "Oh What A Night" came on and I was filled with sadness.

And I'm like, "what?" because it's not a sad song. Then, it hits me!

This is the wedding song!! So, now I'm crying in the literal lumber section of Home Depot.

Annnnd, that's the story of how johnlock attacked me in broad daylight at a Home Depot on a Friday evening.

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Tell your families

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I saw @thatsmutlock's head canon and had to draw it!

“I just pictured Sherlock in an AU, trying to invite John to dinner at Angelo’s and he’s like

‘So we should go to this Italian place...’

John’s like ‘Why? Good reviews?’

Then Sherlock is like ‘Yeah, I’ve heard they’ve got good sauce - like you’

And John goes :O

And then Sherlock eats his ENTIRE SCARF BECAUSE HE’S SO EMBARRASSED LIKE OH MY GOD”

[thatsmutlock]

Sorry, hi

I just pictured Sherlock in an AU, trying to invite John to dinner at Angelo’s and he’s like

“So we should go to this Italian place…”

John’s like “Why? Good reviews?”

Then Sherlock is like “Yeah, I’ve heard they’ve got good sauce – like you” And John goes :O

And then Sherlock eats his ENTIRE SCARF BECAUSE HE’S SO EMBARRASSED LIKE OH MY GOD

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Me: lol I could die right now and that'd be fine tbh

BBC Sherlock: JANUARY 2017

Me: oh god damn it, a reason to live

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ur account is the shit. we must be friends ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

At first, I read this message, and I read it as “ur account is shit” and I was like GAAASP!! But then, I was like true – this blog is garbage tbh. 

*narrator voice* But then one day…

I noticed that you said my blog was THE SHIT, and I’m like GAAASP, but in a good way. Anyway, anyway, anyway – yes, we can be friends!

I keep getting messages from you all asking to be friends. We need a Filth Club™, I’ll be the Filth President™, and you all will be the little Filthlings™. 

Okay, I rambled. Yes, we can be friends. Heart eyes and such. 

(^_^)”/”

~Violet