when will my motivation return from war
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I don’t care HOW you faked it. I want to know why.
No, you guys….I’m calling it. Sherlock is about to tell John everything. We’re going to be freaking out, alert and ready for two years of deciphering and deducting to be proven wrong or right. Finally. Finally, we will know. And then John is going to say this. And that’s going to be the end of it. We’re never going to figure out how he faked his death. Moffat and Gatiss are going to troll us. Televisions are going to be broken. There are going to be casualties. Some people are never going to fully recover. Mrs. Hudson is going to leave London. The world is going to collapse. And not even Peter Capaldi’s forehead can save us. (via marauders4evr)
In which case, I am just going to start laughing. I’m going to start laughing, very hard, and the laughing will never, ever stop. It’ll be ninety years from now and you’ll still be able to hear deranged laughter coming from six feet below my tombstone.
how dare you reblog something of mine and not leave detailed tags describing what you think about my post and your innermost dreams and desires along with your blood type and last four of your social how dare you
in denial. THAT’S WHAT U ARE HARU-CHAN. my sketches are becoming neater WOOT (｡･ω･｡) this turned out to be good practice LOL. and nagisa is kinda like the armin here, but i imagine him to be dumb as a potato, so… and oops, makoto looks a little young up there probably cuz i was following eren’s face shape HAA. Believe in yourself, makoto!
your loverharuka will defend you all the way! （*⌒ヮ⌒*）Squad 104 of the iwatobi corps, fighting!
i’ll be seriously disappointed if mrs. hudson doesn’t hit sherlock in the face with the frying pan
hearing a hot guy complain about being single