sunshine or moonlight? fairy wings or angel wings? gardening or baking? lace or silk? flowers or succulents? tea or coffee? road trips or picnics? mermaids or dragons?
how come no one talks about those days where your mental health just crashes down randomly and you start feeling ashamed of yourself because you were doing so good and now you feel like a complete failure because you can’t figure out where you went wrong.
Look at Sherlock’s concentration on John’s eyes. He doesn’t blink once and doesn’t dare remove his gaze because he doesn’t know the next time their faces will be that close, if ever again. This. This gives him an excuse to look so deeply into John’s eyes at such a close range. He knows John isn’t pulling Sherlock in to kiss him, but I’m almost sure as hell he damn well imagined it.
Gaaaah!! Plus this is the same look he had on his face when Captain John called him “nurse” so it may also have something to do with the commanding hand yanking him closer…
“My English teacher is one of those lesbians,” 11-year-old me said in a hushed and disapproving tone to my friends, eyeing said lesbian from the corner of the room. “Cathy told me.”
Later, at 21 when I, too am ‘one of those lesbians’, I am at a queer festival with my tongue down some women’s throat and my hand up her top. Over the woman’s shoulder I catch sight of someone watching me with a smirk.
Green Violin Bow 