“The Avengers. It’s what we call ourselves, sort of like a team…”

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tatsubaki:

moriartyistheworstkidsshowhost:

demonauphe:

andromedaic:

Forget the phone call, forget the fall, forget John alone at Baker Street.

This is what broke me.

This change in demeanour, the nod of “get yourself into check, soldier on” and the military turn, is John: destroyed.

This is whitewashed John, boring John, bored John…John Before Sherlock.

Except now it’s John After Sherlock, and he knows exactly what (who) he is missing.

FKN THIS.

FUCK EVERYTHING

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anarmydoctor:

“When I look in the mirror, I see only imperfections. I’ve long since got over the fact that I don’t look like Steve McQueen” [x]

Well. I beg to differ.

valeria2067:

“How much for a night?”

“Fifty pounds. A hundred if you want kissing.”

“Christ, with a mouth like that, you can sure as fuck bet I want kissing. Get in, then. You have a name?”

“Sherlock.”

“Evening, Sherlock. I’m John.”

“How very appropriate.”

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