June 2012
Johnlock: Cuddling Can't Be Simple
“What do you want?”
John’s brow furrowed, forming well-worn wrinkles as he settled heavily against his too-thin friend. The first time he’d heard Sherlock utter this specific question had been three weeks ago, just after John had finally given in to the soft smirks, the messy dark curls and absentminded touches. Oh, and stupidly adorable clumsy flirting. On both their ends.
Considering the compromising situation they’d been in when Sherlock had asked, he hadn’t given the question much thought.
“Avoid using the word ‘very’ because it’s lazy. A man is not very tired, he is exhausted. Don’t use very sad, use morose. Language was invented for one reason, boys - to woo women - and, in that endeavor, laziness will not do.”
—Dead Poets Society (via intricate-perception)
My landlord just apologised and gave me a joint.
Alright.
That’s a very interesting peace offering.
No complaints here, really.
OMFG LANDLORD.
IT’S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS HOW MUCH WE COOK OR WHAT APPLIANCES WE CHOOSE TO KEEP IN OUR KITCHEN.
I LIKE HAVING A BREAD MACHINE. FRESHLY MADE BREAD MAKES MY INSIDES FEEL WARM AND LOVED.
YOU INTERROGATING MY BOYFRIEND OVER WHAT WE HAVE AND WHERE WE KEEP IT MAKES MY INSIDES FEEL COLD AND HATEFUL.
IT’S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS. THIS IS AN ISSUE BETWEEN THREE ROOMMATES, NONE OF WHICH ARE YOU.
I AM MORE THAN WILLING TO MOVE THINGS, IF MY ACTUAL ROOMMATE HAS AN ISSUE WITH IT.
YOU, HOWEVER, CAN FUCK OFF AND DIE.
ARE MY APPLIANCES GOING TO BURN DOWN YOUR HOUSE? NO. ARE THEY A HEALTH AND SAFETY ISSUE? NO.
GET OUT OF MY HOUSE.
Oh my god, my landlord is going through the house making sure we're "sharing the space" properly or some bullshit.
Uh last time I checked, none of your goddamn business.
I mean, super nice people, but seriously, back the fuck off.
I’m not even dignifying his presence with a reaction right now.
“Is everything organized?”
I DON’T KNOW, BUDDY, WHY DON’T I COME LOOK THROUGH ALL YOUR POSSESSIONS AND INSPECT HOW YOU LIVE YOUR LIFE. FUCK OFF.
“I’m a geek. I’m a writer. I spent all of my time in my childhood obsessing about Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Who. I was alone, I was an outsider — what do you expect? I was that bullied kid at the back of the class weeping for loneliness. I don’t think, generally speaking, people become writers because they were the really good, really cool, attractive kid in class. I’ll be honest. This is our revenge for people who were much better looking and more popular than us. I was a bit like that, I suppose.”
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(via sullengiraffe)
I actually ship Arthur and Gwen so hard.
like. Normally I want Gwen with Lancelot, and I think Arthur’s a douche.
But this time.
Damn. Arthur and Gwen all the way.
And when she kissed Lancelot, I was like, “gurrrl. Stop mackin’ on all da boyz and makin’ ‘em fall in lurve wit you”.
Except in my head.
Because I think Merlin had a little wee bit of a crush on her early on.
And then Arthur is madly in love with her.
And then Lancelot.
So yea.
Arthur and Gwen should hurry up and make out some more.
Keep watching.
But yes, I am definitely on the side of Arthur/Gwen.
I have a dirty little kink for Merlin/Morgana, while we’re on the subject of Merlin ships.
