Weird Stuff My Sleep Deprived Friends Say As Incorrect Quotes 1/?

AVENGERS + hogwarts houses.

Weird stuff my sleep deprived friends say as incorrect quotes 7/?

*in a group chat*

Shuri: *sends a bunch of emojis*

Shuri: look i built a house!

Shuri: as you can see, I am very bored.

Peter: well, I would advise you to get into a rousing discussion about whether a person stays themselves if their memory is changed, and when Theseus's ship isn't Theseus's ship anymore.

Peter: but that's just nasty.

Peter: that's what happened last time I was building-an-emoji-house bored.

Shuri: yes i love a good paradox!

Tony: are y'all okay? Should I be worried??

T'challa: just go along with it and give up. God knows I have.

OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG DOWN TO EARTH OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG

A concept: Diego Hargreeves in a man bun.

I dont know who's the genius that casted tom hiddleston and owen wilson in the same tv series, but i owe them my entire existence.

It's gonna be so chaotically glorious that i might die

My brother just started screaming out of nowhere, then yelled "IM SICK OF THIS" and 3 seconds later said "yay!!" then got up from his chair and bumped his toe and screamed in pain.

If that isn't a mood i dont know what is.

MY BROTHER JUST SENT ME A VIDEO OF HIM PLAYING NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP ON PIANO AND I GASPED SO DEEP THAT I FUCKING CHOKED OMG

Can you please reblog if your blog is a safe place for lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, asexual, aromantic, pansexual, non binary, demisexual or any other kind of queer or questioning people? Because mine is.

After dinner

They stood on the quiet street, it was late now, after the shooting and the police sirens the buzz of that evenings events had quietened and whilst the meal had been pleasant it was clear neither of them knew exactly where they stood.

“Okay then, till next time” said Sherlock descisively, he nodded his head as if to signal that was it then spun round to walk away.

John realised he didn’t want him to leave, panicked, he blurted out,

“I have a bit of a soft spot for you” he blushed, surprised at himself he dropped his head, not wanting to see Sherlock’s reaction.

As Sherlock turned to look at John, he added quietly,

“Actually quite a big soft spot”,

Still looking down he noticed Sherlock was close now.

“And where is this .....soft spot?” Sherlock’s voice was gentle and low, but suggestive.

Johns breath was gone, knocked out of his chest by the words.

He looked up at Sherlock, eyes locked on his but he did not speak.

Sherlock’s eyes travelled down Johns face, then body, then back up to his eyes. He held Johns gaze, whose breath was still baited, and slowly reached out to touch Johns chest.

“Is it here?”

As his fingers made contact lightly with Johns cotton shirt electricity jolted through his skin and burned along the path Sherlock trailed upwards. When he reached the skin of Johns neck his involuntary intake of breath was so sharp it cut through the silence, as he parted his lips to allow it escape Sherlock’s hand cupped his chin and his mouth descended upon Johns.

Nervous energy exploded inside Johns body, Sherlock’s lips were soft and generous, this was new to John and his mind was racing, yet he couldn’t think, this man he had known for a matter of days, with his lips pressed against Johns was now all he could concentrate on.

“I’m not gay” popped into his head but was swiftly dismissed as Sherlock’s other hand reached around Johns back and pulled him closer. John stopped trying to think and let go, reacting by pushing his body forwards, into Sherlock and tilting his chin up to kiss him back.

I dawned on him slowly that, although it was late, they were still literally just kissing in the street, he dropped his chin and the contact was broken. Sherlock studied Johns face,

“Baker Street?” He questioned,

“Oh god yes”

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