ME TOO. sk.dbjva;kbgalkdjbajhdbl!!! BOB SEGER FIVE EVER.
How is it that when I have five minutes to get ready and just throw things on I look great but give me an hour?
(Tonight is a five minute night.)
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“It’s amazing how he believes you’re not an adult human male,” John delivers evenly. “Amazing.”
John is injured, Sherlock assists him in recuperating.
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So, I heard The Cure’s Friday, I’m In Love, and this happened. Writing this is taking over my life.
Hey. You should read this. Sherlock/John. The end.
that was from the Reddit AMA and the answer is always 100 duck sized horses because ducks are fucking mean as shit
Okay, how the fuck did I miss THAT?
And secondofly, ducks ARE mean as shit. BUT ALSO CUTE AS SHIT.
Because John playing rugby. …and lots of men fucking. The end.
(And cannon? As in a weapon that can fire projectiles? Also the same fic, because rugby and gay sex.)