anotherwellkeptsecret:

anotherwellkeptsecret:

My first kiss head canon is at Baker Street. Sherlock is trying to convince John to stay there where it’s safe while he runs off and does something equal parts stupid and heroic. John’s all “lol, not on your life” and Sherlock tries being nasty and abrasive, but it’s no use because John knows him for real. Finally Sherlock’s like “please” with his for-serious sad face and John starts to argue with him “if I’m not going, you’re not going” and “it’s just the two of us against the rest of the world” and “this is just as much my problem as it is yours” and Sherlock’s so fed up and frustrated by this point he grabs John, trying to reason with him, but they end up grappling with each other and shouting and letting out all the pent up frustration and they say at the same time, “YOU LEFT ME!” It’s dead quiet. They’re just staring at each other in that way they always do and it’s like THEY KNOW and they don’t have to say anything else. Sherlock backs away. Like, the keeping-eye-contact backing away, about to leave the flat and go down the stairs alone and John just says his name, all soft and broken and pissed as all hell and Sherlock is immediately drawn back by the sound and kisses him. And kisses him and kisses him and then leaves without a word and John’s too stunned to follow after him.

“You stay here,” Sherlock orders.

John handles the grip of his gun, tucking the barrel between the small of his back and the waist of his jeans. Frozen in place, but only momentarily. Shakes his head like he’s hearing things. “I—sorry?”

“You’re not coming.”

Sherlock has strategically maneuvered himself on the opposite side of the kitchen table. Closest to the door, John notes with no small amount of pique. Waiting for John to argue.

John does not disappoint. Adjusts his trousers and tugs his jumper down to hide the evidence of his firearm. “Then you aren’t going.”

Sherlock sucks on his lips. Angles his face just so, casting the smirk budding at the corner of his mouth into shadow. He has the decency to sound apologetic, but not the decency to meet John’s eyes when he says, “I’ll phone you once I’ve found Mary.”

“Bullshit,” John hisses between his teeth. His left hand clenching and unclenching at his side. “It’s always your way.” Anger accumulates in the lee of his voice. “Always. But not this time. This time we do things my way.”

“Your wife’s life in in danger,” Sherlock counters. Emphasis on the word wife. Straight right, sweet science. Forced to busy himself winding his scarf around his neck so John’s predictable flinch doesn’t stop him from continuing. “I don’t need you slowing me down.”

Silence.

Sherlock risks a glance at John, expecting to see resignation and—

John seizes him by the lapel of his coat. Pins him against the sliding doors. Frames creaking, glass rattling.

Sherlock rolls his shoulders. Spins John around to take his place. “You’re too close,” he pants. Doesn’t bother to straighten his coat after John lets him go even though he stands to his full height. As sharp and analytical as always in lieu of their grappling. But his brow puckers. And his voice loses its frigidity, deductions spawn in a rush of breath. Startled. Weary. Hurt. “You can’t be objective about this, can you?” Sherlock swallows around his, “Because you still love her.”

“Don’t you dare,” John growls. “Don’t you dare blame me for having emotions like a human being.” Defeated, he delivers his admission to the floor, “Sometimes you can’t help who you love, even if you don’t want to anymore.”

“I know.”

John stares.

Sherlock stares back.

A scoff. Half patronizing and half pleading. “Don’t pretend you empathize with me. You say these things—you say these things, Sherlock, but how could you possibly feel things like that when—“

“You left me,” they say in unison.

The air is heavy and charged and neither of them dares to look away for fear of severing the tenuous bonds of hope threading between them. Tangible and ripe and aching, in synch with the beating of their hearts, in tune with the pitch of their labored breaths, mingling in the space between their lips.

Sherlock retreats. Slowly backing off. The tips of his fingers slip from the collar of John’s jacket.

“Sherlock.”

Spoken so desperately it stops Sherlock in his tracks, balancing on the balls of his feet, momentum swinging from leaving to John. Sherlock kisses him once, twice. His body pressing closer while his mind tears him away. “I know,” he says again. Or tries to say again. Not sure if his mouth will obey him in any capacity that doesn’t involve not kissing John. Doesn’t care. Not really. Because John is kissing him back. And this is a new kind of stimulant, ratcheting heat in Sherlock’s cheeks, low in his stomach. Wave after wave. Bigger and bigger and more and John. John. “John.”

Doesn’t allow himself a moment to File: Save. Sherlock leaves in a rush, the soles of his shoes clapping down the stairs. And the feel of John’s lips against his spurring him on.

(via starrla89)

Jimmy’s face is almost funnier than Jack’s.

"it is pretty good. Daddy will give us a lollipop. We did so good discovering creepy stuff about our friend’s assumed murder. Daddy will take us to Disney world."

(Source: glassmenagerie, via bonearenaofmyskull)

revolve:

fragileminded:

hiddlestonhug:

laylacon:

tropical-cave:

tropical-cave:

brianmchale:

welcometomylifeex3:

raquelsh0lding0ntillmay:

foundmywaywheniwaslost:

alittledoseofsunshine:

sort-of-un-balanced:

I posted this three times tonight and had three people tell me that I helped save their life. Thank you to those people who have decided to struggle through to let us enjoy the gift of one more day of their prescence gracing us all. I hope that you all reblog this, to save another few. Because we all dserve another chance and hope in life. I went to the hospital 6 times before I decided to keep my life but I hope none of you suffer that much. And I hope you all can make that scary, seemingly painful, blind, hoping, wonderful step to live.
I want to help you in any way I can. ANYTHING. I mean it. If I had had someone stay with me and text me or talk to me all night, just one time, it would have changed my life. I know how hard those nights can be.
<3,
Love,
Emily

^I love this girl more than words can express.  

foundmywaywheniwaslost: I am always here if anyone ever needs to talk/vent. You have a purpose, Please Stay Alive. <3

Not just for tonight but for the rest of your life. You have so much to look forward to in the future that if you choose to kill yourself, it will be the biggest mistake of your life. You’re going to miss out on people you’ll never be able to meet, kids you’ll never have, a partner to love or partys to go to. There’s just too much that you’ll miss out on. You deserve and have the right to be here as much as the person next to you does. You’re just a drop in the ocean. You were meant to be here and you have a purpose. Don’t ever forget that. And if you feel like you don’t, just believe in yourself because you do. If you ever feel worthless or like shit, know that I love you and those dicks that tell you shit are jealous that you’re who you are because there’s something about you that they wish they could have. Please stay strong and never give up because things DO GET BETTER.

3rd time I reblog this xx

Keep your self awake, I hope your here to stay. This day is not yet over, let me be your four leaf clover.

Reblogged it and queued it so it’ll post tomorrow too. And the next day and the next so I hope I can save someone. We all love you.

someone messaged me this morning saying it helped and thanked me, so im reblogging this again, and queuing it. stay strong guys. 

I reblog this whenever I see it. If you don’t reblog it, unfollow me right now. If you don’t care enough to put this simple picture on your blog, I’m judging you.

The very first time that I reblogged this, I had someone message me the next day saying that because of me, they didn’t kill themself. From then on whenever I see anything like this on Tumblr it’s an instant reblog for me. After receiving that message it just changed something in me. Whenever anyone I see on my dash is having thoughts of self-harm or even suicide, I automatically go to their page and offer them even just an ear to listen. Nearly all of them I receive messages back from saying that they are grateful, and they end up sharing their story with me, and in return I give them advice as best I can. Several of them have said that their lives have gotten much better because they opened up and sought out help.
Out of those people, I’d say at least 5  have even gone so far as to say that they didn’t kill themself because of me. That is, I kid you not, the best feeling in the world.

I needed this reminder. 

Thank you..

revolve:

fragileminded:

hiddlestonhug:

laylacon:

tropical-cave:

tropical-cave:

brianmchale:

welcometomylifeex3:

raquelsh0lding0ntillmay:

foundmywaywheniwaslost:

alittledoseofsunshine:

sort-of-un-balanced:

I posted this three times tonight and had three people tell me that I helped save their life. Thank you to those people who have decided to struggle through to let us enjoy the gift of one more day of their prescence gracing us all. I hope that you all reblog this, to save another few. Because we all dserve another chance and hope in life. I went to the hospital 6 times before I decided to keep my life but I hope none of you suffer that much. And I hope you all can make that scary, seemingly painful, blind, hoping, wonderful step to live.

I want to help you in any way I can. ANYTHING. I mean it. If I had had someone stay with me and text me or talk to me all night, just one time, it would have changed my life. I know how hard those nights can be.

<3,

Love,

Emily

^I love this girl more than words can express.  

foundmywaywheniwaslost: I am always here if anyone ever needs to talk/vent. You have a purpose, Please Stay Alive. <3

Not just for tonight but for the rest of your life. You have so much to look forward to in the future that if you choose to kill yourself, it will be the biggest mistake of your life. You’re going to miss out on people you’ll never be able to meet, kids you’ll never have, a partner to love or partys to go to. There’s just too much that you’ll miss out on. You deserve and have the right to be here as much as the person next to you does. You’re just a drop in the ocean. You were meant to be here and you have a purpose. Don’t ever forget that. And if you feel like you don’t, just believe in yourself because you do. If you ever feel worthless or like shit, know that I love you and those dicks that tell you shit are jealous that you’re who you are because there’s something about you that they wish they could have. Please stay strong and never give up because things DO GET BETTER.

3rd time I reblog this xx

Keep your self awake, I hope your here to stay. This day is not yet over, let me be your four leaf clover.

Reblogged it and queued it so it’ll post tomorrow too. And the next day and the next so I hope I can save someone. We all love you.

someone messaged me this morning saying it helped and thanked me, so im reblogging this again, and queuing it. stay strong guys. 

I reblog this whenever I see it. If you don’t reblog it, unfollow me right now. If you don’t care enough to put this simple picture on your blog, I’m judging you.

The very first time that I reblogged this, I had someone message me the next day saying that because of me, they didn’t kill themself. From then on whenever I see anything like this on Tumblr it’s an instant reblog for me. After receiving that message it just changed something in me. Whenever anyone I see on my dash is having thoughts of self-harm or even suicide, I automatically go to their page and offer them even just an ear to listen. Nearly all of them I receive messages back from saying that they are grateful, and they end up sharing their story with me, and in return I give them advice as best I can. Several of them have said that their lives have gotten much better because they opened up and sought out help.

Out of those people, I’d say at least 5  have even gone so far as to say that they didn’t kill themself because of me. That is, I kid you not, the best feeling in the world.

I needed this reminder. 

Thank you..

(via pygmypuffgonebonkers)

How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.

(Source: granpappy-winchester, via plaid-suits-and-paisley-ties)

I just love the Bruce fans on tumblr because it feels like there are, like, twelve of us, and we all follow each other and without knowing how it happened I just know everyone’s life story and their favorite Bruce album even if they’re people I haven’t really talked to. Like, oh, there’s the one that likes beer and tight shirts! Why do I know that? BECAUSE WE’RE FAMILY BITCH

rockngraphics:

Hole

Live Through This

(via sparksflyonestreet)

Tags: yes hole

questionlife:

bump-into-things:

questionlife:

bump-into-things:

paragonish:

tal-chan:

questionlife:

I’ve been doing this all day and I think my boyfriend is a little frustrated. 

I love it !! Congratulations. And nice quotes ;)

(why did you draw paragonish ??)

OH MY SWEET LORD, INA. I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE. I LOVE YOU.

YOU INCLUDED MY THING

IT WASN’T EVEN IN A SONG

LIVE CLOSER SO I CAN HUG YOU FOR EIGHT YEARS. 

I ALWAYS LISTEN TO YOU, STELLA,
AND I ONLY LIVE I NORWAY, YOU CAN COME HUG ME ANYTIME. I’ll meet you at the border.

THAT IS BEAUTIFUL MAN

WE NEED TO DECIDE WHAT BRUCE SONG WE SHOULD PLAY IN THE BACKGROUND WHEN WE HUG IN SLOW MOTION IN THE SIX METERS DEEP SNOW I ASSUME COVERS THE BORDER BETWEEN NORWAY AND SWEDEN

YES BADLANDS WILL BE NICE. GOOD CHOICE.
BUT REMEMBER YOUR STOCKINGS, ‘CAUSE YA KNOW; THE NIGHTS ARE GETTING KINDA COLD. ESPECIALLY WITH ALL THE SNOW ‘N SHIT. 

THAT WAS A MOTHERFUCKING SCANDINAVIAN JOKE AND I SALUTE YOU

mynameissnugglefuck:

mermaidchan05:

iraffiruse:

Baby otter

IT IS A BABY OTTER YOUR ARGUMENT IS INVALID

*plap*

(via beware-of-boys-in-bands)

angelmannion:

That are so cute it makes me crazy

I am flustered and angry

(Source: nevershavethomas, via hungry-for-bruce)