My Little Corner

sherlockspeare:

How Do the Hobbits Look So Small? (X

Sorry, I’m not good at listening so feel free to correct me please. 

asklaw:

what….? I’m not gonna drown with him just ‘cuz we’re allied

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haileyinlove:

My favourite pictures of Gangsta Loki

Because I thought I’d collect some of ‘em in one post! :D

This is not a goodbye

thebritishteapot:

sunshinetinauk:

thebritishteapot:

In reply to hundreds and hundreds requests about Sherlock learning how to play violin 

Aaaand another fic, dear Yuri! <3 xxx

THIS IS NOT A ‘GOODBYE’

 

John can’t leave me now. He is the only person I can rely on. He is the only thing I can trust. He is the only one. No, no, nope. You can’t leave me, John. Tell me you are joking. Please, John. Tell me this is a nightmare!

 

But he doesn’t. His dark-blue eyes stare at me apologetically and I swear – I swear, swear, swear – that if I walk out of the room at this very moment, he would cry.

 

No, John! Don’t do this, stupid John! You can see it too – you don’t want to leave. I don’t want you to leave. No one wants you to leave. Except your dull parents.

 

‘Are you really going to leave?’

 

I want to add some ‘me’ at the end of the sentence but I know perfectly well this is going to sound awkward and so out of space. It’s better to preserve my status of ‘an annoying dick’ and my self-esteem high enough. Sentiment is not for me. It’s a chemical defect found on the losing side. I am not a loser. Not yet.

 

He nods and I feel a whole massive planet – not just a stone – in my throat. I am afraid that if I open my mouth, there would be no sound coming out from it.

 

‘But… why?’

 

My voice is weak, barely heard, almost a whisper. John shrugs.

 

‘Because of my parents. They want to live in the centre, to have stores nearby, theatres, to go to concerts…’

 

Dull parents, as I said. They can go to those stupid things if they live here. No reason for moving.

 

I sigh and John responds to me with a quiet cough. He is trying to suppress his tears, I can tell.

 

Don’t leave me, John…

 

‘I’m so sorry, Sherlock. We’re leaving in a week. I-…’

 

But he doesn’t finish. He just shrugs once again and walks out of the room. I curl up (John would say ‘sulk’) in my small sofa. Then jump off it and approach the window. It’s so quiet now – without John. Quiet. Calm. Peaceful. It’s disgustingly hateful.

 

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perfectbenny:

atropabelladonna1120:

cumberbuddy:

Loved this interview. SO PRETTY.

Ah yes. And wearing the pink shirt of dubious provenance.

And leather jacket. 

Keanu Reeves is a vampire.

fallendowntherabbit-hole:

beautiful-thorn-beastly-rose:

thetoolazytothinkupacoolnameblog:

theinsanerobin:

Now, look at this:

That’s “Paul Mounet”, a french actor, who “died” in 1922.

His body never was found.


Then, look at this:

An unknown man, painted in 1530 by Parmigianino.

Compare them:

He’s a motherfucking vampire

His beard in 2011 even grows the same way as the painting in 1530

Yup, Keanu Reeves.

avali:

sairobee:

Really, I’m just amused by the idea of 1) Loki being casually dickish to his minions and b) Clint running menial errands in full gear.

Why was this not in the movie?