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Crash

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IM SO PAINFULLY LONELY. I JUST WANT ANDREWS PETER. MY FAVORITE SINCE HIS MOVIES FIRST CAME OUT. HES ALL I NEEEEDDDD.

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listen people are starting to realize tumblr isn’t dead we all need to be as cringe as possible for the next few months, it’s vital to our survival

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starting a show that isn’t recent is annoying because i’m looking around like “why isn’t everyone talking about this???” and it’s because it came out like three years ago

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petition for ao3 to allow us to leave kudos on each chapter

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"You fucked this up so now you fix this shit or get lost!...Please"

if Stephen were allowed to curse he would never stop

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Monochrome version of Good Omens Cold Open portraits.

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Remember when Sherlock did this and the entire fandom collectively lost their minds?

Well... It was a decade ago.

The Reichenbach Fall (15th Jan 2012).

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why’s this site so weird about horses? they’re just horses.

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The soft screams of the light, and the high delusions of the night - a TSoT fic written by me.

(There will be more coming soon, I promise :) )

SHERLOCK

Needles pricking your skin, poisoning you with the elixir of life.  Bubbling mixtures and compounds adorning the kitchen table, varying in colour and strength. You’rve hit rock bottom, though it seems there’s always a new low waiting for you. Biding its time, fangs gleaming, ready to pounce at any sign of weakness. And now… now you kneel at its feet. 

Coat-tails flying, mind ablaze, Sherlock Holmes staggered through the streets of London, taking no notice of the people walking past him, staring at him before hurriedly tugging their children away. Why would he? They weren’t him, weren’t his saviour, his everything, his reason to stay clean.

He could barely see them anyway. His vision seemed impaired, the edges of his sight blurring and melting together into myriads of greens and greys. None of it registered to him, not the backlit advertisements that would usually hurt his eyes, nor the wheezing, honking cacophony of late-night traffic, held up by drunk partygoers. It was all there, of that Sherlock was certain, but it had the same effect on him as the knowledge of the solar system did. Unnecessary. 

An incessant nagging sound took up lodging at the front of his mind. Thoughts as thin as paper and translucent as glass were nudged aside, allowing the rushes of wind and thudding of footsteps to properly hit him. 

There was someone in front of him. 

“Got any change to spare, sir?” 

Deductions flew up almost immediately, the tapping and squeaking of chalk around the woman’s scarved head landed like miniature bullets on the back of his skull. He swiped them away, looking almost wistfully at the space next to him.

Has grandchildren. 

Widowed.

Drinking problem.

Familiar. 

“Any change at all sir, just a penny?” She looked up at him pitifully, but with something else, too. Sherlock’s brow furrowed, trying to understand the implications behind the intensity of her gaze. Passer-bys stared at this strange interaction: a formally-clothed man, clearly on some kind of drug, squinting at a homeless woman? How grotesque, they must have thought. How grotesque, indeed! 

“No, no, I don’t have any money on me,” Sherlock mumbled, tripping over himself as he clattered up the street to Baker Street and freedom.

Dear God, he thought - or would have thought, had his mind been capable of forming complete sentences then. What have I become without you? 

Please leave feedback! Hope you enjoyed :))

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What a year this week has been.

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procrastinate. panic. perish 

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this whole taylor swift joe jonas sophie turner thing is just. so funny to me. like imagine you’re taylor swift and you’ve just released a song from eleven years ago that publicly calls your ex boyfriend at the time a cheater and drags his name through the mud for picking up other girls the moment after he dumped you in a 25 second phone call, and HIS WIFE who is YOUR FRIEND loves the song enough that she shares it on her instagram story with the caption ‘it’s not NOT a bop’. can u imagine being joe jonas having to listen to your wife play your ex girlfriend’s song abt how you were a piece of shit boyfriend in your own house eleven years later. i would cry

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Natasha: Why is Scott running towards us?

Maria: Oh shit I think Sam’s chasing him!

Scott, running past them: LET’S GO LESBIANS, LET’S GO!