«At Several Points During The Series, Including During Some Of His Most Heroic Moments, Cage Can Be

Ahmahgerd. I ship this so fucking hard.

#‘cause she’s a lesbian

Me, seeing the chasm between Caitlin and Sysco like:

tenderest lines in bbc sherlock: 

“i never guess.” “yes, you do. what are you so happy about?”

“take my card.”

“feeling better?”

“uh, milk. we need milk.” “i’ll get some.” “really?” “really.” “and some beans, then?” “mmm.”

“that…thing that you, uh, that you did. that, um, you offered to do. that was, um…good.”

“somebody loves you.”

“look at them. they all care so much. do you ever wonder if there’s something wrong with us?” “all lives end, all hearts are broken. caring is not an advantage, sherlock.”

“i am sorry. forgive me. merry christmas, molly hooper.”

“this is low tar.” “well, you barely knew her.” 

“merry christmas, mycroft.” “and a happy new year!”

“are you sure tonight’s a danger night?” “no, but then i never am. you have to stay with him, john.”

“he’s sherlock. how will we ever know what goes on in that funny old head?”

“shame on you, john watson.” “shame on me?” “mrs. hudson leave baker street? england would fall.”

“so she’s alive, then? how are we feeling about that?” “happy new year, john.”

“my brother has the brain of a scientist or a philosopher, yet he elects to be a detective. what might we deduce about his heart?” “i don’t know.” “neither do i. but initially, he wanted to be a pirate.”

“i don’t have friends. i’ve just got one.”

“sentiment?” “sentiment.”

“ready?” “yes.”

“you look sad. when you think he can’t see you.”

“sherlock, i don’t want the world believing-” “that i’m what?” “a fraud.”

“no, i know you’re for real.” “100 percent?” “well, nobody could fake being such an annoying dick all the time.”

“you’re wrong, you know? you do count. you’e always counted and i’ve always trusted you. but you were right. i’m not okay.” “tell me what’s wrong.” “molly, i think i’m going to die.” “what do you need?” “if i wasn’t everything that you think i am, everything that i think i am, would you still want to help me?” “what do you need?” 

“please, will you do this for me?” “do what?” “this phone call, it’s my note. it’s what people do, don’t they? leave a note?” “leave a note when?” “goodbye, john.”

“i’m a doctor, let me come through. let me come through, please. he’s my friend. he’s my friend, please.”

“you told me once that you weren’t a hero. um, there were times i didn’t even think you were human, but let me tell you this: you were the best man the most human human being that i’ve ever known and no one will ever convince me that you told me a lie. so there. i was so alone and i owe you so much.“

“i’m not lonely, sherlock.” “how would you know?”

“i hope you’ll be very happy, molly hooper. you deserve it.”

“please john, forgive me for all the hurt i caused you.”

“look, i find it difficult. i find it difficult, this sort of stuff.” “i know.” “you were the best and the wisest man that i have ever known. yes, of course i forgive you.”

“oh, those things you said- such sweet things! i never knew you cared!”

“i asked you for one more miracle. i asked you to stop being dead.” “i heard you.”

“i mean, who leaves a wedding early?”

“into battle.”

“i thanked him for the trust he placed in me and indicated that i was, in some ways, very close to being…moved by it.”

“you- you mean-” “yes.” “i’m your…best…” “man.” “-friend?” “yeah, of course you are. of course you’re my best friend.”

“the point i’m trying to make is that i am the most unpleasant, rude, ignorant and all-round obnoxious arsehole that anyone could possibly have the misfortune to meet. i am dismissive of the virtuous, unaware of the beautiful, and uncomprehending in the face of the happy. so if i didn’t understand i was being asked to be best man, it is because i never expected to be anybody’s best friend. certainly not the best friend of the bravest and kindest and wisest human being i have ever had the good fortune of knowing.”

“john, i am a ridiculous man, redeemed only by the warmth and constancy of your friendship.”

“what’s wrong? what happened? why are you all doing that? john? did i do it wrong?” “no, you didn’t. come here.”

“clever?” “i’d say so.” “you would? am i important?” “to some people.”

“not you! not you! not you! you. it’s always you. john watson, you keep me right.”

“we wouldn’t do that, would we- you and me? we would never do that to john watson.”

“how dare you throw away the beautiful gifts you were born with? and how dare you betray the love of your friends?”

“human error.”

“hello, redbeard. they’re putting me down too, now. it’s no fun, is it?”

“john will cry buckets and buckets. it’s him that i worry about the most.”

“your loss would break my heart.” “what the hell am i supposed to say to that?”

“oh, sherlock. what have you done?”

“john, there’s something i should say, i’ve meant to say always and then never have. since it’s unlikely we’ll ever meet again, i might as well say it now. sherlock is actually a girl’s name.”

“you’ve been reading john’s blog. the story of how you met.”

“wherever i find him, whatever back alley or doss house, there will always be a list.”

“there’s always the two of us. don’t you read the strand?”

“since when do you call me john?” “you’d be surprised.” “no, i wouldn’t.”

“sherlock. promise me?”

“doctor watson? look after him, please?”

“you just like this dog, don’t you?” “well, i like you.”

“your life is not your own. keep your hands off it, do you hear me?”

“you can keep your scars.”

“well, that’s interesting.” “what is?” “the way you think.” “superbly?” “sweetly.” “i’m not sweet, i’m just high.”

“he’s not about thinking, not sherlock. no, no. he’s more emotional, isn’t he?” 

“i’m gonna make a deduction.” “oh, okay, that’s good.” and if my deduction is right, you’re gonna be honest, and tell me, okay?” “happy birthday.” “thank you, john. that’s…very kind of you.” 

“it’s okay.” “it’s not okay.” “no. but it is what it is.” 

also part of growing up is realizing that the embarrassing music you liked in your early teen years still goes hard as hell

No, indeed.

the most telling thing about the political climate this year is that usually my dash is filled with 4th of July posts by now but there’s been absolutely nothing… like nobody can even find the strength to post ironic eagle memes are you guys alright over there

I don’t ship killervibe, but this is still cute as hell.

If You’re Ready (like I’m ready)

Look, it’s not a prompt! But it is so fluffy your teeth will fall right out. HAVE FUN WITH THAT. The source of the title will become clear as you read because let it not be said I ever failed to ride a thematic horse right into the ground.

Also, I got inspired for this because of the tags on this post.  http://pennflinn.tumblr.com/post/165213001293/kenzyshipseverything-nicckpetricca-this What I’m saying is blame @pennflinn basically.

If You’re Ready (like I’m ready)

Caitlin was not a morning person.

Of all people, Cisco Ramon knew this.

So why was he jumping up and down on her hotel bed singing Bruno Mars at six o'clock in the morning?

“Cisco,” she growled, grabbing the edge of the mattress before a particularly enthusiastic bounce could fling her right onto the floor. “Honey. I love you, but why are you jumping up and down on my hotel bed singing Bruno Mars at six o'clock in the morning?”

At the height of his bounce, he folded his legs mid-air and dropped onto the mattress. “You told me to,” he said breathlessly.

“I did not,” she said, faceplanting back into her pillow.

“Well, you told me to make sure you were awake early,” he said. “The rest I … extrapolated.”

She scowled. “Six in the morning?”

“Something about a salon appointment.” He leaned over, planting a kiss on her shoulder. “You wanted to look extra specially gorgeous today, if that’s even possible, and you know why?”

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Haha yup. True for almost everything pre-3 years ago.

Ever accidentally throw something away and then later realize you actually needed it? Haha i did this with my life

omg.... OMG.

The ‘hedgehog’s dilemma’ is a psychology metaphor that symbolizes the difficulties of human intimacy. Also known as the 'porcupine problem’, this concept represents the animals’ inability to cuddle for warmth without their sharp spines hurting someone else, suggesting that even humans with good intentions can’t be intimate without harming one another. Source Source 2 Source 3

It’s often been remarked that Spider-Man’s schtick wouldn’t work nearly so well if he didn’t live in a town with so many tall buildings, but consider: how well would Batman’s “I am the night” routine work if he was operating out of a normal city where people actually live, rather than a perpetually twilit urban hellscape that looks like the Art Deco movement had a one-night stand with Soviet Brutalism in a wrought-iron-and-gargoyle factory?

Shipping is such sweet sorrow. And by sweet sorrow I mean

2x03 ➝ 3x05