I can look at it eternally :’D
Contest #1
1st place: You get a FULL set of the Kissing Avenger Cameos
2nd place: You get 2 pairings (four buttons) of the Kissing Avengers Cameos
3rd place: You get 1 Pairing (2 buttons) of the Kissing Avengers Cameos
Rules
- Reblogs only qualify. But feel free to like and watch.
- You’re only allowed to Reblog ONCE a day. You can participate until May 30th (12am EST). A drawing will be held within the next 24 hours.
- Winners must respond within three days of the drawing being held or another drawing will be held to replace non-responsive contestants.
If you don’t want to wait to get a set, you can make orders on DA here:
WHY MUST YOU MIX MY TWO TRAGIC OTPS. FUCKING GODDAMMIT FUCK YOU JUST AHRGI;OEHARGOIAEH
This needs a fic or something. I need to write one anyway. I have no other way to get rid of the feels.—
Mycroft looked at the army doctor in front of him, knowing full well that he didn’t want to be there. However, Sherlock had specifically requested that Mycroft check up on John frequently to make sure the man did nothing drastic, as Sherlock feared he would.
However, like his younger brother, Mycroft Holmes was not one for small talk or comforting.
“It’s been over a year, John.”
John said nothing, merely looking down at his untouched cup of coffee. Sighing, Mycroft leaned back in his chair. Why couldn’t Sherlock just tell John that he was alive and put an end to this little game of his? If Mycroft were ever a man for having half a mind, he would have had one to tell John the truth himself.
“We used to come here,” John said after a moment. “Sherlock and I, that is. Usually after he’d finished up at crime scenes.”
Mycroft nodded, not knowing what else to do. He supposed he should just let John talk. That was how he had heard people should be comforted, after all.
“He was happy, you know?” John continued. “Solving those crimes made him smile…made him laugh…it made him human.”
“I don’t know about human,” Mycroft muttered under his breath, but John either didn’t hear him or chose to ignore him.
“He was more than my best friend. He was—” But John cut off, digging the heels of his palms into his eyes. Mycroft considered telling him that this was not particularly good for his eyesight, but he figured that John did not really care about optical health right now.
And then—
“John…are you crying?”
John hastily wiped the telltale salty drop off of his cheek. “No, no I’m not.”
“You can’t lie to me.”
John was silent, his eyes still covered.
“You love my brother, John Watson.”
John froze for a second and moved as if to deny what Mycroft had said, but finally nodded, affirming what Mycroft had held merely as a loosely supported theory.
“After all this time?”
John looked up, finally meeting Mycroft’s gaze for the first time in months.
“Always.”
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
It’s astounding
Time is fleeting
Madness takes its toll
But listen closely
Not for very much longer
I’ve got to keep control
I remember
Doing the Time Warp
Drinking those moments when
The blackness would hit me
And the void would be calling
Let’s do the time warp again
Let’s do the time warp again
It’s just a jump to the left
And then a step to the riiight
With your hands on your hips
You bring your knees in tiiight
But it’s the pelvic thrust
That really drives you insaaane
Let’s do the time warp again
Let’s do the time warp again
It’s so dreamy
Oh fantasy free me
So you can’t see me
No not at all
In another dimension
With voyeuristic intention
Well-secluded, I see all
With a bit of a mind flip
You’re into the time slip
And nothing can ever be the same
You’re spaced out on sensation
Like you’re under sedation
Let’s do the time warp again
Let’s do the time warp again
Well, I was walking down the street
Just having a think
When a snake of a guy
Gave me an evil wink
Well it shook me up
It took me by surprise
He had a pick-up truck
And the devil’s eyes
He stared at me
And I felt a change
Time meant nothing
Never would again
Let’s do the time warp again
Let’s do the time warp again
It’s just a jump to the left
And then a step to the riiight
With your hands on your hips
You bring your knees in tiiight
But it’s the pelvic thrust
That really drives you insaaane
Let’s do the time warp again
Let’s do the time warp again
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
The beginning of I Write Sins Not Tragedies slowed down and layered over The Ballad of Mona Lisa.
And then they proceed to bicker like an old married couple in the background while Sam has his own freak out.
And then they proceed to bicker like an old married couple in the background while Sam has his own freak out.
I don’t know how to explain this. I regret nothing.
Oh god. I snorted.
OH MY GOD
HASHTAG DYING
OMFG THE SOUND I JUST MADE
