have you ever loved a fictional character so much you just don’t know what to do with yourself so you throw yourself against a wall

wish i could say i’m sorry but i’m not

also i watermarked it because so many blogs stole my other images

yolo

everything-is-sherlock-and:

a-high-functioning-hufflepuff:

“Our son learned a new word today,” John said as he put Hamish on the floor beside his chair.

Sherlock looked over from the doorway he had just appeared in. “Oh?”

“Yes. Mycroft dropped by with a case for you. Something about utmost urgency, top clearance and whatnot.”

“Did Hamish call him mummy, mama, or some variation?” Sherlock’s brows rose in hopefulness, making John laugh.

“No, he didn’t, although that would’ve been priceless as well.” He turned towards their son and leaned forward to stroke his hair. “Hamish, tell Daddy what you told Uncle Mycroft earlier.” Hamish looked between them, as if to ask if John were sure he should say it. “Tell Daddy, he’ll like it as much as Papa.”

Hamish smiled his endearing smile and looked up at Sherlock with dark blue eyes. “Idiot.”

AW AW AW.

Yeah. I had no problems with Sherlockians until one little shit told me I didn’t know much about Aspergers because I said Sherlock didn’t have it. Well I hope they rot in fucking hell because I have it, so I obviously know much more than they did. Bitch I don’t give a fuck if your brothers autistic, you will never know what it’s like unless you have it yourself.

Happy birthday, John

horriblehappens:

itsacrimescene:

D’you know what he calls you?

Finally done! Have a nice gif of Tumblr dousing School in the face with a knock out spray! :)

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fucking

hate

Anderson