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sassy-gay-equius:

suicidalsnaily:

specialkrj:

idlyby:

permanentlysherlocked:

fucckery:

cumberbanana:

consultingdiddler:

I bought some jam for Mrs Hudson because heroes don’t exist and I melted into a puddle on the floor. 

Productive day.

I shagged Irene Adler because Mycroft forced me to and it was slightly awkward.

Yeah, it was.

I burnt the heart out of Sherlock’s Scarf because I love him and I cried.

I bought some jam for Jim from IT, because I was BORED!, and I smiled.

Sounds about right. 

I kissed Molly Hooper because Jim told me to, and I cried.

Personally a little bit alarmed by this scenario. Just me?

I watched Sherlock headbutt Mycroft’s umbrella becuse I love him and it hurt.

I SHAGGED SHERLOCK HOLMES BECAUSE THAT’S HOW LITTLE CARL DIED AND I WAS HAPPY FOR THE REST OF THE DAY

I watched in horror as Mycroft ate John Watson because it eased the pain of having to wait for Series 2 and Mrs. Hudson brought us a bowl of nibbles afterwards.

DEAR GOD WHAT

I kissed Jim Moriarty because that’s what people DO! and it was slightly awkward.

It sure was. And WHY I DON’T REMEMBER THAT…