I give up on having one single style
oh mY GOD THIS IS PERFECT THANK YOU SO MUCH YOU HAVE MADE MY DAY I LOVE YOU CAN WE JUST \GADVCAjlvbaJHDVFBKQYUFVBWYUAVKUjkjhb
you’re very welcome darling :D <3
Oh lord that is perfect *APPLAUSE* I love you for writing that and whoever gave you that promt *^*
/bows/ why thank you sweetie! no autographs ;)
The Whovian fandom looks at the Sherlockian fandom curiously. They’ve been acting strangely for a while now, but really this is getting out of hand. After the airing of Season 3 had been moved to been shown in early 2014 had struck them, they’ve been acting crazier than ever.
“Err.. Sherlock Fandom? You okay?”
The Sherlockians look up from their computer - that they may or may not have hacked into - and frown at the Whovians. “Yeah, I’m fine. Why’d you ask?”
“Look, I know that the announcement hurt you - “
“Hey, I said I’m fine! I’m making gifs, see? Gifs of joooooy and gladness.”
The Whovians readjust their bow-ties nervously and peer over at the computer screen. The caption reads “I DON’T HAVE FFFFFFFFFFRIENDS”, Sherlock’s hair is a nebula catastrophe and Martin Freeman is dancing on his eyebrows. The Whovian’s eye the Sherlockians suspiciously.
“Hmm,” the Whovians murmur. “Have you taken your medication today?”
“Medication? WHAT MEDICATION?”
“Sherlockians, you know you’re a little psychotic - “
“-highly functioning socio-“
“-WHATEVER MAN STOP ACTING CRAZY.”
“SAYS THE PEOPLE WHO BELIEVE IN THE SOLAR SYSTEM.”
The Whovians roll their eyes and snatch the deer stalker hat off their head. “We’re not the crazy ones, Sherlockians. At least we’re not being post-poned.”
The Sherlockians gasped. “Don’t get cocky with me, Whovians.”
“Whatever man, I’m going to go visit the Merlin fandom in hospital.”
cRYING OMG CHLOE I’M DYING
Wow!! Thank you so much! That’s actually so sweet, thank you :) <3
This is for epicluna, a girl who is amazing and talented. I hope you feel better, dear! <3
God, sweetie, you have absolutely blown me away! Thank you so so much!! /hug hug hug/ I am actually crying now - you are so kind and so wonderful, and I honestly can’t express how much this means to me. You’re such a good singer too!! Plus the Moffat/Benedict bit at the end was hilarious :D I adore you so so much - thank you again <3<3<3
ASDFGHKL;AZSDFGHJHGFDSASDFG BBY YOU ARE MORE ASDFGHJK THAN ME OKAY
I LOVE YOU SO MUCH IT’S UNREAL
and you, my beautiful anon, are brilliant, in the words of Arthur Shappey and the Tenth Doctor ;) <3
LET’S THROW A PARTY AND YOU ARE THE GUEST OF HONOR YES THIS IS GOOD
YES AND WE CAN HAVE CAKE AND HUGS AND EVERYTHING WILL BE AWESOME FOREVER AND EVER
At my apartment, we take leftover pizza very seriously.
Nobody can figure out who’s stealing all the leftovers.
They have a system, okay, and Bruce spent a lot of time on the color-coded sorting method, and you don’t take other people’s food, but someone is doing it.
So, instead of mentioning to the others, as a rational team would do, they take matters into their own hands.
Tony wants to make a complicated booby trap, but realizes just how badly Pepper will yell at him, so he just puts a complicated technological lock on the gold-tinted tupperware designated as his.
Steve leaves a strongly worded note on the blue-tinted tupperware, with very detailed and specific threats. Pepper sees the note when getting milk for her coffee, and immediately decides to pretend she didn’t so she’s not liable if the threats are carried out.
Natasha’s leftovers just vanish from the fridge, and nobody can figure out where she hid them.
Clint mostly just sits in front of the fridge, glaring at anyone who dares to come near it.
Bruce just leaves a sticky note: “Taking my food will make me angry. You won’t like me when I’m angry.”
Thor balances Mjolnir on top of his food.
Loki rigs his to explode if anyone besides him touches it.
Come the next morning, it’s all gone. Every last scrap. Natasha’s is gone from wherever she hid it as well, if her stormy expression is anything to go by.
Breakfast is awkward, to say the least.
“Okay, look,” Steve finally says. “Just whoever ate the food, fess up and we can move on.”
Nobody says anything.
* * *
“I put a camera up last night,” Tony says, dressing gown flowing behind him like a cape as he storms dramatically into the kitchen a few mornings later. “Now, we’ll finally know.”
They crowd around the kitchen counter, staring intently at the monitor.
“Nothing, nothing,” Tony mutters, fast forwarding the tape. “Nothing, more nothing—hang on—”
“Is that Coulson?” Natasha asks, incredulous.
“Goddamn, it is,” Steve says, shocked. “I think he’s sleepwalking.”
They sit there in silence for a few minutes, watching Phil blatanly disregard their signs and disable their traps.
Finally, Bruce breaks the silence. “Was I the only one that didn’t know Phil lived here?”
“I had no idea.”
“Not a clue.”
“I was not aware.”
“Pepper!” Tony shouts. “Did you know Coulson lived here?”
“He moved in three weeks ago,” Pepper says as she enters the kitchen. “For superheroes, you’re all fairly unobservant.”
there’s fanfiction on my post
i feel as if though i can cross this off my metaphorical bucket list
Why hello beautiful headcanon
I wasn’t there when you went, but I should have been.
I wasn’t always patient with you, but I should have been.
I wasn’t the best owner for you, but I should have been.
You were my best friend and my sister,
But that’s just how it goes.
I can’t describe in a few simple lines
My perfect, faithful Rose.