Meet Pickles, aka “Catosaurus.” He was rescued in Boston and he’s over 3 feet long.
Why aren’t they in separate cells, if this one only has one bunk?
Flashback to ASiB, when John cancels his date so that he can put drugged!Sherlock to bed and be there if he needs anything.
What do you want to bet John refused to leave drunk!Sherlock alone and insisted on putting him to bed—er, bunk—and being there if he needed anything. And it was too much trouble to try to separate them, so they just said “your loss” and let John sleep on the floor, sitting by Sherlock’s bedside.
when u accidentally drop ur phone on ur face.
this is my favorite thing the face he makes when someone else is talking
he’s like ‘wow i care so fucking much about what the fuck you’re saying’
yes like I’m not talking what am I supposed with my mouth
Did they ever reveal how Captain America was thawed? Because I’m picturing a bunch of Shield agents with hair dryers and I don’t think that’s quite right.
dont talk shit about my shitty country only people who live here can do that
When you flip bats upside down they become exceptionally sassy dancers.
i think i’ve changed my mind about superwholock
plot twist: an alien invasion isn’t how Eleven dies, it’s the Winchesters
This brings back my thesis that every fanfic — every fanfic on every subject in every fandom — can be improved by adding “And then the Winchesters shot them” to the last line.
Go on. Try it. I’ll wait.
A town known as the “town of books”, Hay-on-Wye is located on the Welsh / English border in the United Kingdom and is a bibliophile’s sanctuary.