summer is real cute until every fuckin type of insect comes out of the 8th circle of hell
The Character vs The Actor
Castiel vs Misha Collins
Okay so this is beautifully made
but can I just
I believe this has been improved
Even after three years, John still visited their flat once in a while. He would putter around inside, tracing the empty bookshelf and gazing at the smiley face. He would be awash by memories and he would smile at the silly things Sherlock did.
At the end of the day, John would always, always end up in Sherlock’s room. He would still wonder about the same exact thing (how does Sherlock’s brain work; did he have secret compartments somewhere inside his room that was missed by John when he emptied the flat). He would sit on Sherlock’s bed, clutch his pillow, and drift off to sleep where Sherlock existed.
Jack Dawson… Penniless artist who wins a ticket onto Titanic in 1912, attends a first class dinner, develops a taste for the finer things in life, pockets the Heart of the Ocean, survives the sinking, pawns the diamond, spends the following ten years building his wealth and in 1922 moves to West Egg as Jay Gatsby… Millionaire with a shady past and fear of swimming pools.