In a sleepy sort of mood

Just imagine. Sherlock was entirely under the impression that he would never return from his six months in Eastern Europe, so there was no time left to bask in the avoidance that the two had found comfort in.

Deep breath. “I love you. Have since you stepped into 221B with me and then right back out into the covert battlefield known as London. Have since you shot that cabbie and showed me I had reason to live. You saved my life, John Watson, in so many ways. Now please, remember that.” Remember me.

“Sherlock…” John starts, but the detective cuts him short while taking off his glove. There’s still the handshake, though this time with a former army doctor struggling to keep a straight face worthy of an infantry officer, having just heard words that were meant for no one else to hear. Words that no one else would ever hear.

Lestrade doesn’t balk at the television.

Mrs. Hudson doesn’t scream.

Mycroft never gets the call.

John watches the plane fly until it’s unseen and squeezes his wife’s hand willfully hard without even realizing.

Okay, NO. It can’t just stop there. *ahem*

The car pulls up in front of the house, but John doesn’t switch off the engine. “Mary,” he says, looking down at the steering column. “I’m sorry, but… I can’t do this. I need to go after him. He can’t do that alone. You heard what he said: he thinks that was the last time he would ever speak to me. He’s expecting to die out there. I can’t let that happen.”

He looks at Mary, whose face is a mixture of apprehension and the beginnings of anger. “What are you saying, John?” she asks, her voice very even, but he thinks that her jaw is clenched. “Are you just going to leave me? I’m pregnant!”

John takes a deep breath. “I know that,” he says. “It doesn’t change anything. He’s my best friend. And I love him. I have to do this.”

“You did not just say what I think you said. You did not.” Mary is definitely upset now. 

John looks over and sees her hand resting on her right coat pocket, where Sherlock once told him that she keeps her gun. “Are you going to shoot me?” he asks, very plainly. “Then we’d both be dead. Is that what you want?”

Mary’s eyes fill with tears. “You did stop loving me,” she says, her voice going watery with tears. 

John looks down again. “No offence,” he says, “but this doesn’t have anything to do with you, really. And I’m sorry, but I’ve got to go. Can I take the car, or do I need to call Mycroft?”

There’s an implied threat there, one that Mary hears clearly enough. “I should have - ” she starts, snarling, but John interrupts her. 

“Walk away,” he advises her. “Just - walk away, Mary. Start over with someone else. And better luck next time. Now please get out.”

Mary struggles internally for another moment, then opens her door and heaves herself out, slamming the door shut with force. John waves at her through the windshield and she flips him off in reply. Fine, he thinks. Not a problem. He pulls the car into reverse and tears off down the street, speed-dialling Mycroft at the same time. 

“Mycroft!” he says when the older Holmes finally answers. “I need a plane, now! Arrange it, will you?” 

There is a pause over the line. “What, precisely, do you have in mind, if one might inquire?” Mycroft asks mildly. 

“I’m going with him,” John says firmly. “You can’t send him out there alone. Not again. I don’t care where you’ve sent him, just put me there with him. Tell him I’m coming. Do it now! Please!”

There are some clickings in the background as Mycroft or someone nearby types rapidly into a computer. When Mycroft speaks again, he sounds distinctly satisfied. “I may have underestimated you, Doctor Watson,” he says. “Sending coordinates to your phone. I presume you’re on your way to the tarmac now?” 

John swerves, changing lanes and steps on the gas. “Yes!”

“Excellent. Someone named Marcus will greet you. Follow his instructions.” Mycroft disconnects, and John floors it the rest of the way back to the tiny MI6 airstrip. 

When his plane touches down somewhere between Batajnica and Nova Pasova, Serbia, it is night. The tiny military airfield seems deserted from the air, but when John walks down the five steps from the tiny plane to the tarmac, a familiar figure is waiting. John’s heart seems to expand within his chest. He could have never seen Sherlock again. It doesn’t even matter what happens to them out here, because at least they’ll face it together. His eyes find Sherlock’s and he wants to smile as he crosses the short distance but he can’t: this is too important. He stops in front of Sherlock. “I love you, too,” he says, before Sherlock can say anything. “I always have, even if I didn’t always know it.”

He looks up into Sherlock’s face and sees Sherlock opening his mouth, trying to get the right words to come out, but in the end all he can say is John’s name. He reaches for John and they surge together, mouths finding each other’s at last. They kiss for a long, long moment that’s been put off for far too long. When Sherlock breaks away, there is colour in his pale cheeks and his eyes are intense. “You shouldn’t have come,” he says intensely, but before John can protest, he adds, “But I’m glad you did.”

“I couldn’t let you just go off and die all alone, not after everything you did,” John says fiercely. “And not - knowing what I know, now.” 

Sherlock studies him. “Mary?” he asks, and John shakes his head. “Ah.” Sherlock gestures to the sweep of darkness around the airfield. “In that case, welcome to Batajnica Military Base. My plane arrived just an hour before yours. You should know that what we’re going to do will be very dangerous.”

“As long as we’re in it together, I don’t care,” John says firmly. 

Sherlock looks at him and smiles. “It’s better this way, isn’t it? Our chances of survival have just doubled with you here.”

“Just the two of us,” John agrees. 

“Come on,” Sherlock says. “The mission awaits.”

“Lead the way,” John tells him. 

Yeah cats TOTALLY only like us for food and have no emotional dependency at all.

THIS IS SO CUTE I CANT

it’s like, human, excuse me, i would like you to pet me. thank you.

i love this so much.

Gary ’Eggsy’ Unwin

the bad part about being an introvert is that you feel like you get left out of everything but at the same time you’re not sure you wanted to go out and do the thing anyway…

johnlock took my pride and my dignity and my hope and my money. they took and took from me until i no longer existed. that’s murder

Owner sees her quadriplegic dog walk for the first time after surgery

My heart

I’m not crying

God dammit it’s too early to cry. He like “mom! Look what I can do!”

and if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones

Ahahahahaha someone take my tablet away from me.

If you aren’t following @StatsBritain you aren’t doing Twitter right.

This person deserves a fucking Grammy. Just watch this, it’s such a beautiful Johnlock vid.

reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)

OH MY FUCKING GOD, IT’S BACK ON MY DASH.

THIS SHIT WORKS OKAY, I AM DEAD SERIOUS.

The last time I saw this on my dash, I didn’t think it would happen, so jokingly I wished I could go to a fun. concert.

AND GUESS WHAT, I WENT TO A FUCKING FUN. CONCERT.

THIS SHIT WORKS, TRY IT.

YOOOOOOO

I SAW THIS ON MY DASH THE OTHER DAY AND THOUGHT “ITS WORTH A TRY” SO I WISHED I COULD GET A 3DS

LITERALLY LIKE 4 DAYS LATER MY DAD SENT ME A PICTURE OF THE 3DS XL HE BOUGHT FOR ME WHILE I WAS AT SCHOOL

IM STILL FREAKING OUT ABOUT THIS

holy fuck, I didn’t expect this to work, I was like psh, whatever it’s just a quick reblog, but I wished my Dad would actually respond back to me AND HE FUCKING DID A FEW DAYS LATER, I GOT A FUCKING TEXT FROM MY DAD TODAY WHO HASN’T SPOKEN OR RESPONDED TO ME IN MONTHS HOLY FUCK WHAT IS THIS MAGIC IT WORKS. 

I WANTED TO SEE MY BOYFRIEND AND I DIDN’T THINK I’D GET DAYS OFF BUT THIS WEEKEND I’M HEADING UP THERE??? THIS IS CRAZY SHIT 

SO LIKE I JOKINGLY WISHED FOR MY OWN LEN KAGAMINE AND THEN LIKE A WEEK LATER I GOT A LEN NENDOROID??? H ELP

WTF OKAY SO THIS SHOT ACTUALLY WORKS BECAUSE WHEN I WISHED, I HAD WISHED MY CRUSH WOULD LIKE ME BACK AND GUESS WHAT? I HAVE A BOYFRIEND NOW. WHAT THE HELLLLL?????

ok I’ve said this before but IM DOING IT AGAIN THE FIRST TIME I SAW THIS, MY WISH DID COME TRUE SO I REBLOGED AGAIN AND SAID IT IN THE TAGS BUT THEN I WISHED FOR SMTH ELSE AND IT LITERALLY LITERALLY HAPPENED LIKE A COUPLE DAYS LATER WHAT THE HELL SO NOW IM WRITING THIS HERE FOR YOU BC I DONT BELIEVE IN THIS CRAP BUT STILL IT’S AN AWFULLY BIG COINCIDENCE

THE BOY I FELL I LOVE WITH LEFT TO TRAVEL THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WORLD AND HAS BEEN GONE NOW FOR 3 MONTHS. WE HAVENT SPOKEN SINCE BECAUSE I DIDNT WANT TO MAKE HIM FEEL TRAPPED TO ME AND NOT ENJOY HIS TIME SO I WAITED FOR HIM TO CONTACT ME FIRST. I SAW THIS ON A PARTICULARLY LOW DAY WHEN I WAS MISSING HIM SO MUCH I CRIED FROM THE PAIN, GUYS I REALLY LOVE HIM, SO I THOUGHT MEH WHAT THE FUCK, AND WISHED HE WOULD JUST LET ME KNOW HE WAS OKAY.

GUYS.

HE FUCKING CALLED ME 20 MINUTES LATER

20 FUCKNG. MINUTES. LATER.

GOOD THINGS DO HAPPEN. AND ITS IN THIS POST.

I wish for someone to leave something in my ask.

OKAY SO I ASKED FOR A HEDGEHOG AND NOW GUESS WHO HAS A PET HEDGEHOG

worth a shot huh

guess it’s worth a shot

School lunches worldwide

The US is such a joke

Our tears

We come home hungry

i WISH we got this much food in the US. nope you get like 5 dry pieces of popcorn chicken and some canned veggies and a fruit cup. (or just a shitty soggy pb&j if youre vegetarian like i am.)

Honestly, that depiction of US school lunches is so optimistic. 1) there would be no cookie, too unhealthy (go figure) 2)as said above, there would be 5 chicken pieces, max, to lower the meals calorie count 3) the lunch ladies let you opt out of parts of the meal, at my school anyway, so there would often be no peas bc they taste DISGUSTING (not bc they’re a veggie, but bc they’re not fresh and probably old, they taste like little balls of lake water) no one eats them

So you’re left with mashed potatoes (usually ok, my fave part tbh) a fruit cup (all sugar, basically, but tastes good), 5 dry pieces of chicken, and of course a small carton of milk