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ivyblossom:

Sherlock Holmes is, if nothing else, odd-looking. He is a truly weird collection of physical characteristics that by rights shouldn’t work, but do. He’s all angles, for a start. He has small, sharp eyes. He’s a bit old-fashioned looking, a bit out of place. His hands are too big, his arms don’t seem to fit properly. His neck is too long. His waist is tiny. He’s skinny. His face is long and thin, intense and tightly controlled, but his hair plays paradox and is shiny, joyful, and out of control. Physically, it’s like he doesn’t make sense. But you can’t take your eyes off him. You can’t figure out how he works, and you want to try. You can only imagine that some part of him rests in another dimension, just outside of your range of vision, making him so oddly beautiful. You want to touch him, but you know you can’t.
John Watson, on the other hand, is perfect. Perfectly normal, perfectly ordinary, the golden ratio of a man. His eyes, nose, and mouth fit perfectly into his face. His hands are precisely the size and shape they should be: his torso is neither too long, nor too short. He is the platonic ideal of a man, a Vitruvian man. You can tell by looking at him that, if you measured his outstretched arms, you would also be calculating his height, down to the last inch. He is so perfectly in proportion that he easy to overlook. When he walks he is perfectly stable, because his legs are the perfect length for his body, and so he has a perfect stride. He does not stomp, lose his balance, or stumble. If you aim for where his heart ought to be, you won’t miss, because where his heart is supposed to be is precisely where it is. John Watson is the most perfectly ordered man you can imagine. Misjudge him, and he might kill you.

ivyblossom:

Sherlock Holmes is, if nothing else, odd-looking. He is a truly weird collection of physical characteristics that by rights shouldn’t work, but do. He’s all angles, for a start. He has small, sharp eyes. He’s a bit old-fashioned looking, a bit out of place. His hands are too big, his arms don’t seem to fit properly. His neck is too long. His waist is tiny. He’s skinny. His face is long and thin, intense and tightly controlled, but his hair plays paradox and is shiny, joyful, and out of control. Physically, it’s like he doesn’t make sense. But you can’t take your eyes off him. You can’t figure out how he works, and you want to try. You can only imagine that some part of him rests in another dimension, just outside of your range of vision, making him so oddly beautiful. You want to touch him, but you know you can’t.

John Watson, on the other hand, is perfect. Perfectly normal, perfectly ordinary, the golden ratio of a man. His eyes, nose, and mouth fit perfectly into his face. His hands are precisely the size and shape they should be: his torso is neither too long, nor too short. He is the platonic ideal of a man, a Vitruvian man. You can tell by looking at him that, if you measured his outstretched arms, you would also be calculating his height, down to the last inch. He is so perfectly in proportion that he easy to overlook. When he walks he is perfectly stable, because his legs are the perfect length for his body, and so he has a perfect stride. He does not stomp, lose his balance, or stumble. If you aim for where his heart ought to be, you won’t miss, because where his heart is supposed to be is precisely where it is. John Watson is the most perfectly ordered man you can imagine. Misjudge him, and he might kill you.

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mamaspookat:

h-i-l-a-r-i-o-u-s:

crestadair:

bioterrorist:

emubutt:

soupybeard:

Why I hate myself

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Volume I

Pocket edition 

font size 7

Introduction 

to the first chapter

of the prologue

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crestadeen:

Never Let Me Go; an everlark fanmix

i. Never Let Me Go - Santiago Laserna // ii. Dead Hearts - Stars // iii. Run - Daughter // iv. You Found Me - The Fray // v. You’re All I Have - Snow Patrol // vi. Flaws - Bastille // vii. The Cave - Mumford and Sons // viii. Near To You - A Fine Frenzy // ix. Skinny Love - Birdy // x. The Scientist - Coldplay // xi. Wish I Stayed - Ellie Goulding // xii. Eyes Closed - The Narrative 

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crestadeen:

Never Let Me Go; an everlark fanmix

i. Never Let Me Go - Santiago Laserna // ii. Dead Hearts - Stars // iii. Run - Daughter // iv. You Found Me - The Fray // v. You’re All I Have - Snow Patrol // vi. Flaws - Bastille // vii. The Cave - Mumford and Sons // viii. Near To You - A Fine Frenzy // ix. Skinny Love - Birdy // x. The Scientist - Coldplay // xi. Wish I Stayed - Ellie Goulding // xii. Eyes Closed - The Narrative 

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colleenclarkart:

I made a comic with pretty much the same punchline as this other comic I made maybe no one will notice

colleenclarkart:

I made a comic with pretty much the same punchline as this other comic I made maybe no one will notice

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the hunger games series + memorable quotes

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Sleepover Friday

ughholmesandwatson:

Hey guys, lets get to know each other!

  • fmk’s
  • would you rathers
  • this or thats
  • questions (creepy or not)
  • funny and/or embarrassing stories
  • confessions
  • popular/unpopular opinions
  • requests for selfies
  • truth or dare
  • your opinions of me

blacklist sf if you don’t want to see my posts!

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Avengers in a nutshell: The Avengers

View more: Thor; Captain America

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sadnradxvx:

fuck-it-fire-everything:

bhamms:


He’s smiling. He’s proud of himself. 
He’s saying “Look at me, that’s right, I’m balancing myself on this little stub of a branch. I am as majestic as a bird on its perch.”


behold the happiest bear

My heart

sadnradxvx:

fuck-it-fire-everything:

bhamms:

He’s smiling. He’s proud of himself. 

He’s saying “Look at me, that’s right, I’m balancing myself on this little stub of a branch. I am as majestic as a bird on its perch.”

behold the happiest bear

My heart

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avelera:

waxwendingo:

Thranduil, ruler of the hick elves of Mirkwood. 

This is how Rivendell and Lothlorien elves see Mirkwood.

avelera:

waxwendingo:

Thranduil, ruler of the hick elves of Mirkwood. 

This is how Rivendell and Lothlorien elves see Mirkwood.

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linxyxx:

I couldn’t have said it better. 

linxyxx:

I couldn’t have said it better. 

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timeywimeyhobbit:

tfios-changed-my-life:

"Augustus is soooo pretentious!!!"

Ohmygod, no way?? It’s almost as if that’s exactly what John Green intended.

"Augustus Waters talked so much that he’d interrupt you at his own funeral. And he was pretentious: Sweet Jesus Christ, that kid never took a piss without pondering the abundant metaphorical resonances of human waste production."

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