John's Typing In The 4th One.. XD XD

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I can't shsgdycdgfgs xD

This is "The Empty Hearse" Season 3 Fix-It you've been all waiting for!

A. K. A. How it really should've gone like, all it takes is Bollywood!

I was inspired by this post here to make this meme video about johnlock

Give it some love, I spent 10 minutes on this :'D

Tagging a few people who might enjoy this cheap tomfuckery of mine: @heymissy221b @alexanderdamnhethin @crunch-nerd @meetinginsamarra @iris-best-taken-in-small-doses

Sometimes it seems like his hands are constantly in motion, but he has this special gentleness he saves for Watson.

Inspired by this ask and also suggested by @the-moon-loves-the-sea :)

***I'M WHEEZING***

I still can't believe that when you search "military kink" on google the first image that comes up is of Sherlock Holmes.

being a he/them queer is less about being a boy and more about not being a girl

OMG afsdsrdgxhcgfddsddfggh..... It's so cute UwU

Stephen's eyes were always green now. Not the type of green they used to be, when the light hit them right, and Tony saw them shift between deep green and light green and every shade in between. The blues and the yellows and the browns were gone entirely. 

Tony had once tried to catalog all the ways that Stephen's eyes changed, with difference in light and movement of his head and maybe Stephen's mood, though Stephen complained it was simply sectoral heterochromia, that Tony was being ridiculous, he didn't need to have several gigabytes of data on theories and notes on Stephen's eye colors, what the hell Tony. 

But that was many years ago, before the changes had really set in. And now, Stephen's eyes were always green, the green of the time stone.

Stephen had just come home from a many months, less-than-pleasant-jaunt through the darker dimensions, and his face was gray and his gaunt, and his eyes glowed with the power of the stone, how it coursed through him without restraint now, even when he took The Eye off. 

Tony had held him tight, fed him, striped him of his wrecked robes, and wrapped him up in bed. It was almost 16 hours later, and Stephen hadn't woken, and Tony hadn't slept, working down on his workshop and keeping one eye on the video feed of the bedroom. 

But Tony hadn't slept in a while before Stephen portalled back, first a minor villain and then a meeting or two and then an idea for an invention that couldn't wait, and now he was running on fumes. His body knew it was time to rest, even if his mind didn't. 

So he went upstairs, mentally preparing himself to wind down, to get ready for bed. But when he got to the bedroom, saw Stephen sleeping, he just… couldn't. He sat on the edge of the bed, looking at his partner, taking him in.

The eyes weren't the only change. Over the years, Stephen hadn't really aged even as Tony accumulated gray hairs, had started using tenses oddly, writing in languages that Tony was pretty sure didn't exist yet or had died off long ago, looking far off in the distance when he thought Tony wasn't looking; but Tony was always looking.

It was odd, to be on this side of things. He was a hero in his own right, he knew what it was like to carry the weight of the world, to sacrifice a part of yourself so that others may live. But it was different to watch as the person he loved slowly changed in front of him.

Stephen shifted, sighed in his sleep, and Tony smiled, automatic. Stephen may be different, changed. But Tony was changed too, because that's what time does; it changes people. And maybe the euphoria of early love had faded from them. But in its place there was… peace. Understanding. And yes, love. Just as fierce and as true as the first time they had kissed.

Stephen shifted again, and his eyes worked their way open, hazy as the last bit of sleep left him.

And Stephen's eyes were green. But he was there, in their bed, next to Tony.

Stephen looked around, and saw Tony looking at him.

"Anything in particular you are looking at?" Stephen rumbled, raising an eyebrow. The haughty effect was completely ruined by his bedhead.

Tony laughed, leaned forward, kissed him.

"Just thinking about my favorite color."

Sherlock and John husbands moments:

this gif basically sums up sherlock’s and john’s day at home. sherlock shouting at the TV making deductions while john blogs. pretty domestic life.

john talking to sherlock about his day and sherlock being amused by how ridiculous john could be some time. it’s so cute i wanna die

pulling pranks/joking at each other. i loved this scene so fucking much that i just couldn’t not include this

sherlock knowing that his husband john is a romantic. and this one… god…

john keeping sherlock on track when he gets carried away on cases. i mean in which world is this NOT a husband job?

taking notice and making comments of each other’s appearance

john making sure that sherlock’s public image is good enough 

saving sherlock from the embarrassment saying lestrade’s name wrong again. bless you for this scene (credit to: cumberbatchlives.tumblr.com)

they are ready to kill/be killed for each other 

fucking husbands WITH A BABY 

TELL ME THAT THESE ARE NOT HUSBAND MOMENTS

Happy women's day to y'all lovelies out there!!

Happy international women’s day!

29th January, 2010. The First Meeting