THE PROBLEMS WITH FANFICTION
[AGGRESSIVELY DOESN’T MAKE ANY ATTEMPT AT INTERACTION BUT STILL WANTS TO BE YOUR FRIEND]
on my way home in the bus, I felt the need to draw some cuddle gifs (it’s so sloppy)
someone once (or twice… or thrice…) asked me to draw teenlock, and I love awkward tiny shorts
So…. I found this t-shirt on C&A
imagine if pilot!john and pilot!sherlock met john and sherlock though like they’d all have awkward crushes on each other like sherlock would look at pilot!john in his leather jacket and spring a wicked boner and john would look at pilot!sherlock and be like you fuckable little twink i knew it
"Sherlock, exactly how did we wind up in an alternate universe again?” John snarled as they ran through a back alley.
"Do keep up John. Baskerville. Portal. Obviously some sort of experiment… should probably avoid running into the versions of ourselves we saw at Angelo-" Sherlock was cut of mid sentence when he crashed into someone in the darkened strip of pavement.
There were a few moments of cursing and then Sherlock’s voice rang out. “Oh, bloody brilliant. What was I just saying? I’m living in the plot of a poorly conceived science fiction novel, John.” Slowly the pair slid into the light and Sherlock stood across from himself, though, in truth, only the Belstaff was really the same. Sherlock’s legs in those jeans, holy shit. The tousled hair and sad eyes… Jesus.
Across from him another John stepped out, eyes narrowed. Interesting, maybe he really needed to think about a leather jacket. He went back to studying the new Sherlock and without thought turned to his own, the words escaping before he could call them back.
"You fuckable little twink… I knew it.”
I JUST REALIZED SOMETHING
IN THE MUSICAL EPISODE OF SUPERNATURAL
DEAN WILL STILL BE A DEMON
Slow clap for the Buffy fandom