Outtakes.

Yes.

Flirting with the idea of developing a fic idea I had where Dean freaks out after Cas is bought back (post s15) and flees to Jody's under the guise of fixing her roof or her fence or something and just keeps finding things to fix instead of going back to the bunker, and in that time he actually learns how to unwind and set aside his soldier mentality for the first time ever, opens up to Jody a little about not knowing how to accept someone's love without thinking it will kill them, and he also begins to grow out his hair and beard because again, he's no longer a soldier he doesn't need the utilitarian cut anymore, and when Cas finally gets fed up enough to chase him down and confront him he bursts into Jody's house ready to fight it out but is blindsided by Dean Winchester, love of his life, with floppy hair, a beard, some fuckass Hawaiian shirt, bickering in the kitchen with Claire as he cooks dinner or something and the steam is taken out of him so fast because it's the softest and most relaxed he's ever seen Dean that he just kind of walks up and puts his hands in his hair and stares at him while Dean has that emotional in love with my best friend crisis he was avoiding for months in like fifteen seconds flat

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Gavin is precious!!

Imagine the reason Lestrade does this is because one time he didn’t listen or take action immediately

Imagine one time he brushed it aside for something “more important”

Imagine when he finally got to 221b or some crime scene, he found Sherlock on the ground and passed out from drugs again, or maybe bleeding out from getting shot

Sherlock Holmes, lying on the ground half dead because he trusted in someone for once and they let him down.

Lestrade wasn’t there in time to stop or help him. He broke the trust he had gained. Sherlock almost died because of him. He almost died alone. If Lestrade had come any later, he would have.

So he told himself never again

He regained Sherlock’s trust

And since then he never pauses and instead drops everything to take action

Because to Lestrade, accidentally calling maximum backup to bakerstreet just for a best man speech is better than letting Sherlock die when he could have done something about it.

I'VE NEVER SEEN A MORE PERFECT SUMMARY

A Study In Pink [Sherlock] : what I retained

John: life is shit

Psy: ok

John: war

Psy: ok thank u now pay me

*some war nightmares and a gun later, in a park*

John: *life is shit face*

Mike: hey im the fat dude remember

John: hey life is shit, also war

Mike: cool, lemme introduce you to my sociopath gay friend who is not my friend because i dissappear from the whole serie after I make you two fall in love forever

John: what

Mike: eheh

*in a room with a dead body, a sociopath and a rejected girl loving dead bodies and sociopaths*

Mike: yo

Sherlock: *gay look towards the new pretty soldier* im interested but not showing it cause im a queen

John: here take my phone and all my clothes if you need

Sherlock: oW

Sherlock: afghanistan or Iraq

Sherlock: also Molly lol you ugly

John: * .....has stop working....*

Mike: eheh

Sherlock: i like cute blond army soldiers lets live together and do everything together from now

John: sounds good i dont find this creepy at all

Sherlock: *winks*

John:♡o♡

Mike: eheh

*new home*

Sherlock: call me by my first name but you can call me how you want i dont care. love me please

Mrs.Hudson: look at my gay baby boys

John: no

Sherlock: thank you

John: what a shit decoration taste

John: also you're pretty but you're website is shit

Sherlock: this was rude but you're cute

Sherlock: wanna see a corpse

John: wow so romantic im coming

*around a corpse*

Sherlock: deductions deductions deductions

John: how marvelous

John: take me

Lestrade: im out

Donovan: the psycho is a bitch

John: no you

*somewhere we dont care in london*

Mycroft: im the master of cameras

John: Ridiculous. I wanna find my new boyfriend

Mycroft: also the master of mysterious cabs

John: ok

John: hey you're a girl so im flirting with you because im not gay and im not into the cheekbones guy

Anthea: do i look like i give a shit

John: *entering another dark place* ridiculous.

Mycroft: i wanna scare you

John: ridiculous

Mycroft: look at my pretty umbrella

John: i just wanna go home you weirdo

Mycroft: i know everything about you

John: lol big coat man already did that im not impressed anymore

John: also war

Sherlock: *texting his new boyfriend*

John: gotta go, bye bitches

John: jusg taking my gun on my way

Anthea: do I look like I give a shit

*with pretty boyfriend*

Sherlock: lol nothing just wanted to see you

John: i find this perfectly normal

Sherlock: text a serial killer please

John: okay

John: wait wha-

Sherlock: you're better looking than my skull friend

Sherlock: date?

John: YES

John: I mean no because im not gay but YES

*during the not gay date*

Angelo: you cute and gay

Sherlock: thank you

John: no

Sherlock: eat

John: ok

Angelo: here some gay candles

John: no

Sherlock: thank you

John: you single?

Sherlock: this is literally a date

John: no

Sherlock: i dont like girls

John: cool

John: I keep that information

John: for no gay reason

John: *bi lipslicking*

Sherlock: RUN

John: WHEREVER YOU GO

Sherlock: lol it was a test, means you dont need your cane

John: what cane?

Sherlock: why are there idiots in our flat

Anderson: *idiots stuff*

Sherlock: *clash*

John: dats my boy

Sherlock: I solved the case

Cabbie: cool now come so i can kill you

Sherlock: no

Cabbie: but it's fun

Sherlock: ok

John: why the hell nobody noticed that the super annoying good looking detective left

Anderson: he is a psycho

John: oh you're the boyfriend of the bitch you bitch

*somewhere lost and dark that we can easily find with a gps*

Sherlock: im smarter

Cabbie: im smarter

Sherlock: this is a fake gun

Cabbie: you're smarter

Sherlock: but im playing your game anyway because my life is boring and death is fun

Cabbie: *gets shot*

Sherlock: oh no but this is not fun

Sherlock: how do i know if im the smarter now

Dying cabbie: moriarty

Sherlock: lets go for two seasons then

Sherlock: means 5 more episodes lol

*among useless policemen and police cars doing beep beep*

Lestrade: put the blanket on

Sherlock: I dont need a blanket dad i worked hard dad

Lestrade: who shot

Sherlock: my deduction skills tell me it's a cute blond army doctor but ive no idea who

John: *is here and good looking but still no gay*

Sherlock: oops

Lestrade: can you repeat everything because I'm cute and nice but not very smart

Sherlock: nope

Sherlock: but im putting the blanket on, look dad

Lestrade: it's all fine then

Sherlock: *throws the blanket away to look good in front of cute blond army doctor*

John: look at my innocent face

Sherlock: this shot was quite badass

John: okay it was me

Sherlock: hot

John: I know right

Mycroft: and now do i scare you

John: youve got a serious problem

Sherlock: stop playing with my date you little shit bro im the queen

John: okay weird fam

John: you idiot

Sherlock: ok but you're so cute when you say that

Sherlock: take me

John: what

Sherlock: another not gay date?

John: yes yes yes yes

John: with candles

Mycroft: ok i ship them

Anthean: do I look like I give a shit again

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

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."

You can tell exactly when it shifted from losing a friend to losing the love of his life.

Physical Reactions

Blushing

Shivering

Eye rolling

Licking lips

Groaning

Becoming breathless

Smiling uncontrollably

Laughing

Crying

Stuttering

Getting goosebumps

Snorting

Moaning

Frowning

Raising eyebrows

Sighing

Heavy breathing

Smirking

Flinching

Heart beating faster

Just Misha

I love him ✨

Shamelessly reblogging ehehe

TOM HIDDLESTON AS DR. ROBERT LAING HIGH-RISE (2015) DIR. BEN WHEATLEY.