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#Pretended to shoot myself in the face#Sherlock actually jumped off of a building#Some people can’t take a joke
#Seb was supposed to pick me up 20 minutes ago #John came for Sherlock #Seb forgot about me #I’m gonna steal China
I AM CRYING AT THESE TAGS
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(…) that lay behind that cold mask. - John Watson, The Adventure of the Three Garridebs
sobs
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And these two are amazing!!!! Absolutely amazing!!!!!!!! :
Falling and falling II by *goia91
YES THIS IS GOOD
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reblob if you cry
i cry
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This is my personal Reichenbach song, so many emotions you don’t even know. Just listen to it and read the lyrics and cry with me.
I just can’t escape, it’s like you’re here with me now
But the words you say, they always seem to fade out
Since you’ve been away, I’m just a face in the crowd
Someday, someday
I know you’re coming back…Down in the dirt, with your blood on my hands
I blacked out, but now I do understand
That you were too good for this world, so you left it
Everything turned red, and then you made an exit
I don’t even know, if it was your time
But like all good things that pass you by
Just like a lost soul, in the time of need
It made me grow up fast, and put some blood on my knees
And you don’t even know, it’s beyond you
Thinking you could never die, like you’re bulletproof
So I guess you had to leave…
You were born with wings
But you were never happy ‘til the angels singI’m ashes to ashes, I’m dust to dust
And when a man turns to ashes, forget about love
Like the feeling inside you, with the bottle beside you
You both end up empty, like an angel just died too
I look to the heavens, to the sky, and the rest
I looked inside myself, I felt my heart in my chest
Some things are born blue, there’s nothing to say
Some hearts can stay true, when falling away
Come lay down beside me, what could one life mean?
It’s only what I’ve seen, it’s only just one dream
Tell my baby I love her, and I wish I could hold her
It’s hard to say goodbye
When you know that it’s overI just can’t escape, it’s like you’re here with me now
But the words you say, they always seem to fade out
Since you’ve been away, I’m just a face in the crowd
Someday, someday
I know you’re coming back down
Someday, someday
I know you’re coming back downOne day, one day
I know you’re coming back down…SERIOUSLY GUYS THIS WAS WRITTEN FOR POST-REICHENBACH!JOHN “you were born with wings” seriously now
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You’re on the side of the angels…
I seriously pictured this when he got up on the ledge though. Through my tears, of course.
I may be on the side of the angels but don’t think for one second that I am one of them.
John doesn’t hear those words, spoken through clenched teeth on the roof of St. Barts. He’s in a cab, three minutes away – cursing the London traffic, cursing his own gullibility, cursing Sherlock because he knows that something is very, very wrong.
John doesn’t hear those words, but if he had, he would have strongly disagreed.
He’s always been able to see Sherlock’s wings – wide and vibrant, with feathers of pure gold faded into silver at the tips. They tower over him when Sherlock stands, angry or agitated or excited. They swoop low and drape over the both of them when they stand together in the rain at crime scenes. Sherlock’s wings envelop him when John can see his thoughts turned inwards, droop when he’s complaining about boredom.
John can’t imagine Sherlock without them, even while the rest of the world continues to turn uninterrupted, seems oblivious to the angel that walks among them.
He’s out of the cab as soon as it stops outside of the hospital. His phone rings.
“John.”
And Sherlock’s there, on the roof with his wings spread wide behind him, nearly swallowing his figure as the sun catches in the feathers and John has to wonder how anyone can’t see them for how bright they are.
He’s learned to read the set of Sherlock’s wings, knows what emotions plague that brilliant mind perhaps better than Sherlock himself knows. John can see the fear etched in the feathers and muscles and bones, can see the doubt, the grief, the quiet apology.
“Goodbye, John.”
John had always been able to see Sherlock’s wings. He never saw Sherlock use them to fly.(via godsofmischief)
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O… MF…G….
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Just some warm up scap sketches. My mojo has yet to return… I’m finding it difficult to draw anything right now let alone stuff I like. There’s a number of fanart artists here I both envy and admire with a passion, so much it hurts. I wants your imagination and skillz…! ;_;
(Drawing Richard made me think of the ‘Woah! We got a badass over here!’ meme. It wasn’t intentional. XD)
HOLY FUCK
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Derplock Holmes and Derpiarty
I approve of this very much.
YOUR FACES ARE SO BEAUTIFUL
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Can I just say that one of my number-one, all-time, dying-of-awesome favorite things about Reichenbach is how John is so profoundly, consistently and obviously NOT impressed, intimidated or browbeaten by Mycroft?
BEST. COMMENTARY.
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