… and so sherlock and john never met. the end.
THE SHOW WOULD CONSIST OF JOHN LIMPING AROUND LONDON AT VARIOUS SPEEDS
“Who’d want me for a flatmate?” John asked, completely serious at the notion that anyone would actually want to room with him. He glanced at his old colleague when he heard him chuckling. “What?”
“Nothing, I just remembered a funny joke.” He said with a smile. It probably had something to do with two flatmates or something. John didn’t inquire.
“Oh.” He responded simply, returning his gaze to his cup of coffee. After a few minutes of silence, John looked up to ask Stamford a question but stopped when he saw a curious look on the man’s face. He almost seemed horrified. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” Stamford stuttered. “It’s just…” He seemed to be trying to get a look at John’s back. “I just thought I saw something on your back.”
Love the allusion.
(Source: fixshitfelix, via queeeraskinney)
Losing Eccleston was like losing someone really cool you wish you had more time to get to know, losing Tennant was like losing a lover, and losing Smith will be like losing a best friend
I bet it’s going to feel like losing a father after losing Capaldi
OH MY FUCK. EATING WHEN IT’S WINDY IS THE WORST
I’m in that wonderful stage between a short haircut that I didn’t love and hair long enough to pull it back again. So basically I’m riding A Cousin It type look.