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See? Now you respect me, because I’m a threat. That’s the way it works.
its-always-funnier-in-enochian:
do i have cramps or has my appendix exploded
does my boob hurt or am i having a heart attack
am i on my period or do i have internal bleeding
these are our struggles
Thinking of dirty thoughts and getting an erection in awkward situations
The struggles of a man
boo hoo
thinking of my naked grandma isnt going to suck the blood back into my body
you need an award right now
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tvd meme - six quotes (2/6)
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concernedresidentofbakerstreet:
I BET THAT IF TWO KIDS LIVED IN THOSE TWO HOUSES THAT THEY WOULD COME OUT ON THEIR ALMOST CONJOINING ROOFS OUTSIDE THEIR BEDROOM WINDOWS AND TALK AND BE BEST FRIENDS AND FALL IN LOVE.
I will not write fluff to that. I won’t. No.
LUCY I FOUND IT
They stared out the window at each other, confused. The man across was the first to give him a small smile. He opened the window and belted across.”Hi there!” The other man opened his window and grinned.
“New here?”
“Yeah, I figured I should move somewhere close to my college campus.”
“You go there too?”
“Mmhm, I hear it’s really nice there. More to offer in education.”
“It is, I think you’ll like it there.”
“So.. Um, what’s your name?”“Names Dean.”
“I’m Castiel.”
OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD
*dead*
Even though he was only eight, Sherlock knew a lot. And one of the things he knew was that he hated his family.
However, once he got to the one place he knew nobody would bother him at, he found it already occupied.
The first thing he noticed about the little blonde boy was that he had been crying. The second was that he was wearing a pair of unplugged headphones.
Said little blonde boy didn’t even notice Sherlock until he spoke up. “Why are you crying?” the future consulting detective asked.The boy looked up, running his arm across his eyes. “I- I’m not,” he said.
Sherlock narrowed his eyes. “Your eyes are red and puffy, and your nose is runny. You’re wearing headphones, but they’re not plugged into anything and you’re window is closed, so you’re trying to block a noise out. Probably fighting going on in your house. If it were just anybody fighting, you wouldn’t be this upset, so it’s probably family. I would ask again why you were crying, but it appears I’ve already figured it out.”
The blonde child looked up at the dark-haired one, sadness in his eyes replaced by astonishment. “Y-yeah. That was amazing!”“I know, I’ve been told multiple times. Aren’t you cold out here?”
“Yeah, a little bit.”
“Be right back.” Before the blonde child could protest, Sherlock had scurried back into his window. Just when he was sure the curly-haired boy wasn’t coming back, Sherlock emerged carrying a blanket and two mugs of hot cocoa. Setting the blanket down, he then handed the smaller boy one mug.
Surprised, the blonde took the mug. “Thanks,” he said quietly. “What’s your name?”
“Sherlock. Sherlock Holmes.”
The giggle that erupted from the other boy took Sherlock by surprise. “What’s so funny?” he asked defensively.
“Nothing. It’s just, your name’s different. Mine’s boring. I’m John Watson,” the boy said, extending his hand.Sherlock took John’s hand, shaking it. What neither of them knew was that throughout the years, shaking a hand would evolve into holding one.
