He is fire made flesh, she thought, and so am I.
Bitchy Sherlock is my favorite Sherlock.
"i’m not bitter" i say, bitterly, with a bitter expression
Baby Richard is a beautiful thing oh my word.
like i ever left
This should always be on my dash!
…can I just cry about how he keeps looking at her after he releases her? Because you’d think he would just walk away, whatever, emotions whatever. But NO. HE FUCKING STARES AT HER LIKE “I WILL RETURN FOR YOU, MY WOMAN, AND WE WILL FRICKLE FRACKLE. MY DING DANG DIDDLY DOO WILL BE IN YOUR ANGEL HAIR PASTA SOON BBY.”
I’m reblogging more for that last comment than the actual photoset. Well done.
ANGEL HAIR PASTA
Listen, what you get up to in the privacy of your own regeneration is your business.