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Soo, Larry Stylinson is a thing, yeah?

Thought that too, so I had to write a little something…

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You guys, why did I never see this?? Is it fake or did he just kiss him???

Btw. Credits to whoever took this video of them!

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Nick & Charlie + Holding hands 👬 

bonus: requested by @simonericksson

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We all agree that Snape is a girl dad. That’s a fact.

But imagine him watching a little boy grow up to look exactly like him. Same hair, same nose, same pale skin.

He would finally, once and for all, learn to love all those features the marauders made him hate so much.

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his best student is probably busy with more interesting things

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No one mind me just watching Harry Potter and the goblet of fire and thinking of how for one day only I’d have loved to be in slytherin just to experience the slytherin dance lesson led by professor Severus snape. id put up with any and all teasing from the slytherin if it meant that I could be his dance partner. Just saying.

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Honestly. It. breaks. my. Heart.

The thing that makes me saddest about Severus Snape is that he clearly has so much love to give and nowhere to give it

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Oh! Yes my love. That true 🖤

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The thing that makes me saddest about Severus Snape is that he clearly has so much love to give and nowhere to give it

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Oh damn.

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The height difference between Sheldon and Amy has such a special place in my heart🥺

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*boy*friend, Right?

He’s my friend

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The difference between Amy on her birthday without Sheldon and with Sheldon really says it all🥺

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memo; the next morning

“I’ve been assuming that people who had sex staying in the bed until other one wakes up is protocol but it seems like I have been wrong. “

“Oh, um, morning, Sherlock. And im sorry, I was just, thirsty and wanted a cup of tea. “

“You seem not to have even a sip though.”

“Um, well, you want some? “

“Sure. “

John doesn’t make eye contact.

“What?”

“What what?”

“You can say what you’re thinking about, though I think I already know. “

“Y-, you do? What is it, then?”

“Regret. “

“What?”

“You’re regretting that we had sex last night and you’re thinking it was huge mistake that we went out to drink and ended up in my bed. “

“What? No! Sherlock, I’m,..”

“Then why you sneaked out of the bed? Why are you so upset? Why you barely see me in the eyes? “

“Because, I,”

“Which is fine with me by the way. Don’t worry John I won’t beg you to be my fucking boyfriend or whatever. We were both drunk, drunken two people get have sex, it’s not a big deal. It was one time thing and we can continued working and living together just as we used to be. “

“Is, is that what you want?”

“It’s exactly what you want, John. “

“No it’s not. “

“Then what is it? What do you want?”

“I, I,….”

“You don’t know? Hmm? I have heard that words from you countless times this decade but that one sounds most ridiculous of them. “

“I’m sorry but I’m so confused! I’ve been living as sis-male for 40 years and now the sex I had with you last night was the best one ever and I wasn’t really drunk that much last night but you were, so much, so I remember everything, your voice, your smell, your skin, your touch,…and im so confused. I feel like I’ve been betraying you all this time because what I’ve done last night was exactly sounds like that. It sounds like what I’ve been doing this 10 years was just for getting you attached to me and seducing you to this ending.

But the way you drunk was too adorable and hot and I couldn’t…you’ve been leaning on me while I was trying to hailed cab and in the cab you were keeping turn me on touching me and murmuring me but I could handle it, until I set you on the bed. No, I’m not making this whole to your fault, I’m the one who had failed self controlling, you were just staring at me from the bed. Literally you just saw me and I got… oh I’m so sorry I feel terrible. How could I make this right? I know you don’t like me same way as I do to you. But I don’t want to forget about last night I want to remember it till the day I die, even after. I want to be more to you. More than business partner, flat mate, friend. I want to be yours and want you to be mine. I don’t want it to be just one time. This morning I just suddenly got why I’ve been so jealous about Molly and the woman and jenifer,…Oh, oh fuck what am I saying…sorry I’m, I don’t know what to do. I’m so stupid that I fell for you who never did the same… What can I, how can I fix this? What can I do for you to erase this whole thing? I can move out and, and break our business partnership if that’s what you want but, please don’t hate me, Sherlock. It’s fine if you never meet me. But please…”

“—Do you know what I had been doing during that couple years?”

“Wh..what?”

“Do you know what that two years were like for me. “

“I,… I did ask what happened to you from your brother though…”

“From my brother, of course. “

“What are you trying to say Sherlock?”

“I was thinking about you, John.”

“About me?”

“When I was being chased. And tortured.”

“…—”

“In my mind palace, there’s a room for you. In there, you are reading your stupid novels. You are typing with two fingers with little frown. You are dozing off on the armchair. You are drinking a cup of tea. You’re listening to me play.

You tap on my back or shoulder when we pass by narrow kitchen. I can feel warmth of your hand in the brief moment. You tell me to clean up the mess I made and nagging me to tidy. But always you do eventually because I never did. And we go out for cases. You’re as clueless as usual and give me some compliments as always. We run. We hide. We chase. Feel our blood pumping up the veins. And we laugh. Ridiculously. And we go home. Together. You go to your room before me always, you wish me good night and rarely I reply but I know you don’t care. And I sit armchair, play the violin occasionally.

And wait for the next morning.

Wait for you enter the room and say good morning.

Wait for your eyes caught me and drown me in the ocean.

That deep, warm, calm ocean of you.

…When I out from palace they’d been gone mostly. I was managing it like that.

Just few more miles I run, just few more times I get caught, just one more time I done, then I can get home. I can get to see you. I can get warm again.

That thought keep me running, hiding. and breathing.

You made me survive. “

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I’m going to bed now and I’m thinking about how in the gay pilot timeline, right now, john and sherlock would be reading their baby girl that was born via the same surrogate as harry’s own child was (so they’re sister/cousins!) a bedtime story until she falls asleep, and they retire to the front room to absent-mindedly watch the news while their hands loosely intertwine, the baby monitor in sherlock’s dressing gown pocket.

they’ll discus the plans for the rest of the week; john will do some days down at the surgery and sherlock will finish the case that mycroft gave him earlier in the month, and they’ll take their daughter to molly’s to have a play date with her son while the three of them go over the files to a mysterious john doe that washed up on the strand the day before.

john will move to put their mugs away, but sherlock will pull him back to the sofa gently, and he’ll press a soft, chaste kiss to the good doctor’s hand before letting him up to put the empty mugs away.

“Shall we go to bed?” john will ask, holding an outstretched hand for sherlock to take, and they will.

they will go to bed together, because they’ve been in love for twelve years now, and everything is alright.

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John: My hands are cold.

Sherlock: Oh, here! *holds John's hands*

John:

John: My lips are cold too

Sherlock: *confused* *puts his hand over John's mouth*

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Mayim is me!😂🙈

Jim Parsons & Mayim Bialik Dish on Their ‘Big Bang Theory’ Love Scene [x]