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Excuse me, we handle otp feels, notp hate, character deaths, and a shit ton of other stuff. We are not “weak ass anime nerds”.
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I wish people could just say how they feel like ‘hey I really don’t like when you do that to me’ or ‘hey I’m in love with you’ or ‘hi I really miss you and i think about you all the time’ without sounding desperate why can’t everyone be painfully honest and just save people the trouble
I’m sorry but if you try to tell me there are only three wizard schools in the ENTIRE magical world I will fight you.
I wanna see Indian wizardry schools
Japanese magic schools where the house ghosts have shrines
Schools hidden in sand dunes and enchanted to look like mirages
American schools hidden in Roswell and Salem
Public magical schools for kids that don’t want to leave home for seven years
GIVE ME ALL THE WIZARD SCHOOL HEAD CANONS!
Mark Gatiss and Steven Moffat, Empire Online [x]
Do you know what the even more hilariously sad thing is? John was supposed to think that Sherlock was being sent off somewhere far away, where he could run free and have tons of detecting fun without him… but he was really being sent to his death.
OMFG Is that why he was so fucking mad about Bluebell? oh god.. my heart.
SHERLOCK: Stapleton. I knew I knew your name.
STAPLETON: I doubt it.
SHERLOCK: People say there’s no such thing as coincidence. What dull lives they must lead.
(He holds up his notebook to her on which he has written a single large word: “BLUEBELL”. She stares at it in amazement as Sherlock watches her face closely.)
STAPLETON: Have you been talking to my daughter?
SHERLOCK (putting his notebook away): Why did Bluebell have to die, Doctor Stapleton?
JOHN (bewildered): The rabbit?
SHERLOCK (to Stapleton, as she stares at him blankly): Disappeared from inside a locked hutch, which was always suggestive.
JOHN: The rabbit?
SHERLOCK: Clearly an inside job. [x]
…So. This is the face of Sherlock when reminded of his most painful childhood pressure point.
That’s not heartwrenching or anything.