Retales
“So I’m trying to explain to Mike that—Sherlock! You can’t smoke in here.”
“For god’s sake, John. It’s 1997. There’s no smoking ban in London yet.”
“There is in my flat.”
“Fine. I’ll take it outside.”
“Do that. Just don’t run off without me.”
“Hurry up and you won’t have to worry about that.”
An outtake of The Time Traveller’s Flatmate.
Day 19: Most Badass Character: Oh most likely my baby, River Motherfucking Song. SHe’s my bad ass baby. Insult her and shit will go down.
*These are my collages, i just use my main blog as the watermark.
Do you hear the Whisper Men
The Whisper Men are near
If you hear the Whisper Men
Then turn away your earDo not hear the Whisper Men
Whatever else you do
For once you’ve heard the Whisper Men
They’ll stop… and look at you
I’ve always been there. Right from the very beginning. Right from the day he started running.
(vía the-fury-of-a-time-lord)
The only reason i enjoy going to bed is so i can make stories up in my head which makes my brain think it’s actually real
(vía dumbledorathexplora)
He never remarks upon the lace sleeves but he notices them, studies them. It’s likely a subconscious action on Watson’s part but he feels the parallels with his self-inking. Joan isn’t too conservative for a tattoo; maybe a few months ago he would have thought otherwise, but he knows her now, sometimes better than she knows herself. There’s a desire, she probably hasn’t even fully-realised yet, to find her own way to decorate her skin. The lace is beautiful, understated and encompasses Joan’s self so completely it makes him glad she didn’t accept his offer of a tattoo.
Still he finds himself drawn to her in a new light, suddenly desperate to discover all the ways her beauty could be magnified.
(Fuente: bellamyyoung, vía haleizm)